Hungary, ~1113 or so. My mighty (well, if I were a mouse it would be pretty big) kingdom includes the city of Budapest, the town of Bucharest, and the castles at Bran, Sofia, and whatever the one SW of Kiev is called.
Things were looking OK. Naturally, this was deceptive. The Crown Prince and his brother were each preparing an army at Bran, the main military stronghold, to serve God in the great Crusade to take Antioch.
The King sat in Budapest, with the city's small garrison, planning how to gain more wealth to support his sons' mission.
The peace vanished. An army of ~1,000 from Venice appeared, and laid siege to Budapest. Word has been recieved from a religious mission West of Sofia, that another Venitian army approaches. 200 men in Budapest, and the King, man the ramparts, and wait.
Will his sons arrive from Bran in time? Will Sofia's defences have time to prepare for the onslaught? Will the Pope Excomunicate that tight wearing panty waste that sits on the throne of Venice for attacking his second favorite ruler?
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