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    King Offa I came to the Mercian throne in 793 at the age of 36. As a young prince he
    had acquired a reputation as a skilled attacker and this coupled with his sharp mind and
    steely gaze marked him out a true King of Royal blood. The kingdom he inherited was of a
    medium size and contained several rich and fertile provinces. These prosperous lands
    were further enhanced by the many talented administrators and rulers that Offa was lucky
    enough to have in his service. The most talented he immediately put to work improving
    the productivity of his lands and swelling the coffers of the Mercian treasury. Mierce
    itself, home to Offas capital was an area with a well developed infrastructure and, best of
    all, deposits of Iron, which enabled Offa to equip his army with the best armour available.
    Only one province, Lindissi, had access to the sea, but Offa wisely realised the importance
    of having a Navy and the building and training of a fledgling Mercian fleet was to continue
    throughout his reign.

    Mercia was bordered by the Northumbrians to the North, the Welsh to the West and the Saxons to the
    South. His Eastern borders faced several smaller kingdoms, that individually were too small
    to pose a threat, but nevertheless needed to be watched carefully. Surrounded on all sides,
    Offa knew that he needed to secure his borders if he and his kingdom were to survive and
    prosper. Immediately he sent emmisaries North, West and South. The Saxons gladly agreed to
    a peace treaty, sandwiched as they were between Welsh territories. The Northumbrians also
    readily agreed to sign a treaty. Only the welsh proved awkward, however Offa's proposal
    that his eldest daughter should marry the Welsh king was met with hearty approval. With
    his 3 main rivals signed to peace deals, Offa was able to turn his attention east, towards
    the weaker kingdoms of East Seaxe, East Engle, Cantware and South Seaxe.

    East Seaxe was the first to receive his attention and by 799 Offa felt confident enough to
    invade, leading his army into battle for the 1st time as King. The enemy, outnumbered,
    retreated to their fort and Offa, confidant that they wouldn't hold out for long, settled
    to await their surrender. He was in for a rude shock. Led by their ruler, Edred the Homilist,
    the soldiers from Eastern Seaxe didn't surrender, and through the Autumn, Winter and Spring
    Offa's men suffered from cold, hunger and disease. A quarter of his men died in the siege.
    By the time the weather turned warmer the following year, Offa had learnt his lesson and
    ordered the assault. The fort, weakly defended as it was, fell quickly.

    As he pondered his next move, Offa decided that he should move south. By taking South Seaxe
    he realised that East Engle and Cantware would be isolated from the rest of England, moreover,
    the Saxons would not be able to get their hands on those Eastern lands without going through
    Mercian lands first. In 802 Offa struck and the small army defending South Seaxe melted away
    in the face of Offas army, retreating estwards, its leader Sithric Aegen swearing an oath of
    fealty to the ruler of Cantware, Cenewulf the Confessor. Cenewulf, realising that he was likely
    to be next on Offas hit list was building his army up in preparation for the inevitable assault.

    In 804 Offa led his army into Cantware. As he prepared to engage Cenewulf in battle, his
    scouts came back with strange news. A large army of savages from across the sea were in
    Cantwere. Who were they? Were they allies of Cantware? If so, Offa would have to fight
    them. Or were they enemies of Cantware who happened to have attacked at the same time as he?
    If so, Offa reasoned, he would still have to fight them for control of the land. Not feeling
    confidant in his ability to tackle 2 opponents at once, Offa withdrew.

    In 806, with Cantware still in the hands of Cenewulf, Offa invaded again. Once more his
    scouts reported an army of foreign savages, this time, even larger than before. Offa was
    greatly disturbed by this news, and couldn't decide on the correct course of action.
    Eventually, after much dithering, he withdrew without an arrow being fired for the second time
    in 3 years - a course of action that did not inspire confidence in his army.

    In 811, having continued to build up his army in the intervening years, Offa once more crossed
    into Cantware. This time, there were no foreign armies and Offa was able to join battle.
    As he advanced on Cenewulfs army, they retreated into a nearby wood. Offa split his forces,
    sending his son, Prince Offa to the right with the Prince's cavalry bodyguard and a unit of
    frydmen, while King Offa went to the left with the archers, Gallowglass mercenaries and
    the remaining frydmen. Suddenly, Cenefwulfs Huscarls came charging out of the wood into
    Prince Offas Frydman, who they tore into. Prince Offa, sensing the danger, led his cavalry
    round and charged into the rear of the attaking Huscarls. By the time he got there,
    his infantry had been decimated and were on the brink of fleeing and to compound matters,
    more Cantware infantry was charging out of the woods into Prince Offas rear. From a
    hillside on the other side of the hill, King Offa could see what was happening - his son was trapped on other side
    of the wood by the enemy. He watched, knowing that he would not be able to get there in time to
    help - his son must fight and die alone. As he watched, Prince Offa and his men put up a brave
    fight, but eventually his sons banner fell and the Cantware infantry started moving back into the
    forest below him. With half his cavalry and almost half his infantry gone, King Offa knew that the
    battle had swunng against him. Now *he* was the defender.

    On the hillside overlooking the wood he drew his men up into a defensive formation. To attack
    into the woods would be madness, so he waited, trying to draw the enemy out into the open
    where he knew he still had a chance. And Cenewulf, sensing the tide had turned too, attacked
    out of the wood, up the hill. Offas archers poured arrows down on the peasants on Cantwares
    left. Under the withering fire, they broke and ran, leaving the right flank exposed.
    Offa sensed his chance. His Frydman attacked Cenewulfs isolated right while Offa led his
    cavalry into a flanking maneuver. Cenewulfs peasants, caught in the pincer were decimated.
    Now Offas gallowglass joined the fray, charging into the remnants of Cenewulfs infantry and
    archers on the edge of the wood. Offa's archers, now out of arrows, also joined the melee,
    hoping to get their share of the prisoners and booty. Unfortunately for them, they got
    themselved isolated in the wood and were badly mauled by a small remnant of Cantware Huscarls
    before the Gallowglass arrived to save them and finish off the last remnants of the Cantware
    army. Cenewulf the Homilist himself was captured along with 170 of his army, 400 more lay dead on the
    battlefield. Offa had lost 160 men, most of them from Prince Offa's detachtment that had
    got themselves isolated and trapped. Miraculously, Prince Offa was not among them He had
    been captured alive and after the battle was over had rejoined his father, who naturally
    rejoiced to see alive the son he thought he had lost.

    A small remnant of Cenewulfs army, under the leadership of Coenwulf Cudelt, managed to escape back to their fort.
    It was while arranging to attack this fort that King Offa was struck by illness and died a few days later, he was 54.
    His 19 year reign had been a good one. He had expanded the borders of his kingdom , secured alliances with his neighbours, built up the army, started a fledgling navy, developed the economy and begun building a string of fortifications throughout his kingdom to protect his borders, should any of his neighbours begin to eye his lands covetously. A skilled attacker on the battlefield
    and a magnificent builder in his realm, his great reputation is somewhat marred by his hesitant behaviour during his 2 aborted attempts to take South Seaxe. Nevertheless, as he lay on his deathbed, he must have been comforted that the kingdom
    that would soon be ruled by his son, King Aethelbert I, was one that had a firm foundation thanks to him.









    "I request permanent reassignment to the Gallic frontier. Nay, I demand reassignment. Perhaps it is improper to say so, but I refuse to fight against the Greeks or Macedonians any more. Give my command to another, for I cannot, I will not, lead an army into battle against a civilized nation so long as the Gauls survive. I am not the young man I once was, but I swear before Jupiter Optimus Maximus that I shall see a world without Gauls before I take my final breath."

    Senator Augustus Verginius

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    Here's a quick update from the front:-
    A pox on the Saxons Those treacherous curs have renounced their alliance and invaded East and Suth-Seaxe Prince Offa put up a valiant defence in East-Seaxe, but he was overwhelmed by the Saxon King's Bodyguard and elite Housecarles. He was forced to retreat to the castle, as was the garrison in Suth-Seaxe.
    Our Blackguard allies, The Northumbrians The Scots, and The Irish, have decided to side with our enemy. Their lack of faith is terrible to behold. However, The Welsh have remained by our side. They have earnt our gratitude.
    This state of affairs will not last for long. The king races to rescue his son as we speak, aided by Nordish brigands. On the subject of the Norse, they have been quiet. I pray this will continue, as the Huscarles and Beserkers strike fear into even my proud, Mercian heart. Our navy is, fortunately, closer to matching theirs, as our slipway project has been completed. Soon we will be able to confront the Norse with their own ships, albeit not as well crafted.
    The year of our Lord, 819
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    The King placed his head in his hands wearily. How could Eathelbert do such a thing...The King had known him as a child, had practiced his sword fighting with him, had confided in him-and he had repaid him with a civil war. The King's armies had held valiantly, but the accursed Saxons had taken advantage of the chaos and captured Hwice. The King himself had then led an assault in retaliation, and to boost morale. That didn't bear thinking about. His entire bodyguard and 200 brave Fyrdmen slaughtered by the Saxon Houscarles. The King feared for the future of the kingdom. These were dark times...
    Co-Lord of BKS and Beirut's Kingdom of Peace and Love.

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