Last night, I was playing as HRE. The situation is thus: I have all my HRE possessions, Denmark and scandanavia, and just recently northern Italy after the Italians made a nuisance of themselves. Venice is this wonderful source of cash, and of course who can survive without Sweden and Flanders to spam money? I'm sort of minding my own business, not making war. Aragon survives in original form, England has all its original possessions, and I've gobled up the French except for Brittany, which is separated from me by the British. I also own Scotland and Toulouse.
To the East, Poland labors on, but they're poor and can build nothing; the Byzantines cover most of the land, and have a lot of shipping in the mediterranean, and they're fighting over the middle east with the dregs of Egypt (and their 9 star wonder-general Alaham the Munificent. They can't kill this guy, and he's probably 150 years old at this point).
Then the British decided to try to take Flanders.
To say I was miffed is to put it mildly. I had traded with them, treated them nice, smiled at diplomatic receptions, offered princesses for treaty, and even sent them a card on their birthday! And to think this was how they repaid me! They could have built ships and taken one of the half dozen rebel provinces. Show some ambition! Go after the rebels. Or save some money and just BUY the property, like I did, for pence on the florin when it all goes bankrupt, as it seems it does every year. Pommerania could be had for 12,000 florins, or the price of training two spears and a hobilar horse and transporting them there. But no, they want Flanders and the free 5300 fl. a year it generates.
I held on to it, barely: The epic battle cannot be described, because I autocalculated it. But I'm sure it was epic, just in such a way that you won't read even one of the twelve parts. I'll bet you're glad. I know I am. I quickly reinforced it with 1600 of my finest basic spearmen. Oh, sure, you say, those guys have been around forever, but there is this high deterent value when you're staring at 1600 guys with spears. It makes the horsey people nervous.
Then my war machine went to work. Posters went up: "King Wilhelm vants you!" with a scowly picture of King Wilhelm pointing at the reader. The HRE would not-- could not brooke this sort of insult. THE BRITISH MUST PAY! came the cry from my embittered peoples, stung by this awful insult to our national honor.
This didn't even address the problem which created the situation, which is that the British had no money because they bought tons of peasants and war buildings but didn't know how to trade. If only they would sell their teacups in Egypt, they could have lots of florins. I offered to send them Thomas Paine's "Common Sense," and even tutor them in how to create a Huge Cutthroat Trading Empire That Would Scare Even the Mongols, but noooooooooooooooooo. They were at WAR with me.
I created eight sixteen-stack armies, and poised them on the borders of the British "empire." King Wilhelm, 62 years of age and well respected, was in his war tent in Toulouse, leading 1600 men and prepared to jump off into the northwest. More huge stacks waited in Venice, ready to dispatch to Wales and Mercia via ship. A great army waited in Flanders and Isle de France, each one sitting at the border, picking their nails with their daggers and staring at the small shivering British forces. Then, like raindrops before a storm, a few inquisitions began. A general here, a general there, we had to insure they were all religiously pure. Huge armies on the borders, inquisitions of the best generals, what do YOU think is going to happen?
The year before Jump-off, I sent in twenty assasins to see if I could bump off any of the high star generals. Buying their generals was economically unsound as they were too expensive, so I pulled out all the assasin-bait Emissaries and sent them to all my allies, for the inevitable break when I did a mean thing.
And then... a peasant army from Toulouse crossed over into Aragon, to attack them. What was this? We didn't order that! Withdraw that army! Chagrined, the peasants came back, and didn't mention they'd been under secret orders. The Pope sent some gregorian chanters with a telegram: Don't beat up the Aragonese, or yousa gonna be toast.
All my allies immediately side with Aragon. The French, after three dozen years of being in a state of war and having only ONE province, continue to defy me. "We told du so." they say smugly. "The HRE is evil." Only it sounds more like "The RE is evil," because the French are incapable of pronouncing "H."
Distracted by the fake conflict in Aragon, the pope fails to notice 13,000 soldiers moving into every British province except north africa. A small sea battle near Wessex rumbles to its watery conclusion: Victory to the HRE. In Northumberland, some hobilars and ballistae try to hold back 1,200 screaming highlanders ("Highland spam"). They almost succeed when the general falls to an unlucky chop, but some spearmen save the day and cut down the remaining Brits. Wales and Mercia both withdraw to Wessex, and their king removes to North Africa... perhaps the smartest move he makes.
The smoke cleared and the British were left with one province in tunisia.
I smugly consolidate my armies, place garrisons, and then it happens. France attacks me.
They don't actually fight, as they keep discovering odds they don't like, but they're still at it. Does the pope see this? Hell no. Because I'm still under an Aragonian Time Out with the Pope, I decide not to be nice anymore to the French. Brittany is mine, a short time later. Stupid French. We could have been friends. I offered a ceasefire countless times. But no.
A year later, and Wilhelm dies. His 16 year old son Roland takes the throne. Roland needs work. A lot of work. Starting with his drinking problem, at the age of 16. A drinking problem!!! Only the Byzantines have a larger empire, and he's busy asking his uncles to buy him elderberry wine because he's underage. Small beer can do that to you, I guess.
Roland moves to Austria and contemplates his next move. Should he go to the liquor cabinet or the wine cellar? Or just order a servant to do it for him?
In the meantime, Aragon has been invading each turn and turning back. I keep a stack of guys with "go bags" ready to jump off into the mediterranean to help my allies the Byzantines when the opportunity offers itself. This will certainly help Roland become something other than a 2 influence king with 2 piety and 0 command and two acumen. Oh, he's a gem; if it wasn't for the fact he was the ONLY heir, he should have been put in a sack and drowned early on.
It's 1211, and there's a few years left. Roland will probably die before the Golden Horde arrives, and oh, yes, I'm looking at those provinces they're going to coming through. I don't think Poland will survive. I know Byzantium is going to be cut down like wheat before the scythe, and the Khan will probably get to Antioch before the 9 star stops him. While the Eastern border is quiet--has always been quiet--I have only three fronts, Poland/Hungary, Italy, and Aragon/Leon/Castille. The Spanish are in shreds, wracked by rebellion. Poland has two provinces and makes no money and has no troops. And Byzantine slumbers. I'll let the Khan wake the beast.
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