You God Win Son, and you lose some!
A Family
Saga
New Marshal, map please.
Sigh, my brother has led my Father's kingdom into ruin.
He's also at war with some weird Finland Tribe that somehow controls the Capitol of Denmark.
That's odd.
I presented my brother 400 young, attractive, well bred Camels. As I (and you) know of his love for Ponies.
He was so upset, he had all of them murdered on the spot and made our half-Brother Wiglaf his heir.
Which is important because...well lets just say my brother isn't the sort of person to father children...with a women.
But...Wiglaf? How did he even become a Duke!
Franconia?! It's not even listed on my
Godwinson Atlas of Important place(and places of importance)!
The German Empire you say?
How in the world did he pull that off.
Those Scrappy Godwinsons.
Not be out done! I decided to get enough land to reclaim the claim to my father's Kingdom.
This rebel county will do.
Hahaaha. Pagans, the silliest kids on the block.
I'll have my Welsh Marshal crush them with my Slavic Levies.
Slavic bloodshed is just the sort of thing that would make dad happy, I hope he's watching from heaven.
He'd be so proud.
Especially for this.
As my armies easily achieve victory, I realize I should probably develop a personality.
I feel rather dry.
No sorry, I wont invent some silly character flaw that is emphasized by me accepting peace right here. Nice try though, Slavics.
Because this land is now...
...mine?
Oh what the heck BROTHER!
Jean: Mmm, sorry finder's keepers.
Edulf: Finders? ..I..that was mine!
Jean: You forget, I am your King everything that is yours is legally mine.
Edulf: ....What are you even doing here?
Jean: Here? HERE? You, my silly brother, sent your army deep into my slavic regions. Why are you here?
Edulf: To get territory..
Jean: Because...?
Edulf: Bloody Wiglaf...and the Camel incident!
Jean: Chameaux! YOU DARED to tell me that filthy Camels were equal to Ponies!?
Edulf: Well they got lots of similarities and you already had so many ponies I thought something exotic wo....
Jean: ENOUGH!!! Stop your insistent babbling! You want land? You want favor? Fine. Help me in my war against the strange pagan tribes from Finland who somehow control Copenhagen Denmark.
Jean: Prove your worth to me.
Edulf: Blah, sure..fine.
Jean: That's a good little brother.
So..yeah, I returned to my home in England and got my army ready.
I planned a two pronged attack on the enemy.
My Welsh Marshal was sent to storm the Island of Gotland with the Livs Levies.
Meanwhile my Housecarls and I would voyage to Copenhagen and tare that jewel out of the pagan's crown.
Ah, I love war.
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The zealous Edulf, trying to find himself.