War
Our empire is once again at war. And this time it did not look to be a short war like our conquest of the Italian peninsula. No, it looked likely to be a long bloody war against powerful empires. Thought still at peace with the Germans, relations continued to deteriorate. What few friends we had left in Germany convinced emperor Henrich to declare war on Denmark. Leopold's faction was quick to respond however, reforging their alliance with France and invading our territory with two powerful armies, without a declaration of war from the Emperor. Even the council was finally forced to admit the Union with Leopold was a mistake and must be broken. Only German's alliance with Hungary stayed our hand, for we did not wish to anger our only other ally.
With three potential enemies and three armies at our command, troop allocation was relatively simple. We left one army on our border with France, one to keep an eye on the two German squatter armies invading our territory, and one to war with Byzantine. Our assassin, Simon De Visci, was busy assassinating any Byzantine swine he could get his hands on. While our cities were busy training a fourth army so as to match the Germans man for man.
With France and Germany re-allied and with our shame alliance with Germany still in place, the only front we could be active on was the Byzantine front. Our armies managed to wrestle Durazzo back under our banner after a fierce fight with Byzantine. Germany broke her alliances with us and established a new alliance with the Pope. Our fourth army was finally ready and was dispatched to keep an eye on the Germans. Our two armies on the German border were sufficient to deter them from invading any further and our armies wearily watched each other for a number of years. With France and German allied again and with our alliance with Germany broken, France was free to resume their war with us and sent an army to invade our borders. We easily repulsed this invasion force. Yet still they sent their troops at us.
Dark Times
This war has been dragging on for nearly fifteen years now with no end in sight. The two large armies of German squatters refused to leave our territory, despite the fact that they didn't have the balls to declare war and attack us. Our relations with the Germans and the Pope are continuing to deteriorate. We are reluctant to send more gold to Germany to repair relations when it is clear they are going to attack us either way. All of our merchants had their assets seized by unscrupulous traders, and Domingo's health is beginning to fail. Our treasury is nearly empty, and the council's mood has changed from cautiously supportive to openly hostile. To top it off, we are currently involved in a two front war against Byzantine and France and our other neighbors waste no love on us either. These are dark times for Venice. Our allies, the Hungarians, were not having an easy time of it either. They were currently locked in a decade long feud with the powerful Polish empire. Both empires were throwing so much into that war that they seemed to be stagnating each other. The only bright spot for us was we managed to wrestle a city away from the Byzantines, Thessalonica. This was the first blood we managed to draw from them, recapturing Durazzo was mearly retaking what was rightfully ours. Still, this morale booster was not enough to comfort our citizens when they got the news that Domingo was dead, having passed away in his sleep. Command of the empire passed to his eldest son, Councilor Bartolomeno.
Having served on the council for a number of years, Bartolomeno knew how they operated and had a much easier time handing them then his father did. Bartolomeno managed to smooth over relations between the Selvos and the Council. With the council placated for the time being, Bartolomeno could turn his attention to military matters. The Byzantine front seemed to be well in hand and nothing need be done there. The German front was another story. With two large armies invading us, we had to answer the Germans in kind with two large armies of our own keeping an eye on them. This was an enormous drain on the treasury and a constant bone of contention with the council. With Hungary allied to both of us, there was little we could do less we risk ending the one alliance we have left. That all changed in 1144 when Germany and Hungary ended their alliance.
"Excellent! This is just the news I have been waiting for! Now we can finally kick those damn Germans out of our territory once and for all!"
"But Sire, the Germans are allied with the Pope. Our relations with his eminence are already less than stellar, a war with the HRE would push them even lower."
"We have little choice. We can no longer afford to have these huge armies standing around simply to keep an eye on the Germans. Our treasury is being sapped daily. We must have some tangible conquests in our near future less the council start to speak of capitulation."
"As you wish Sire! I shall deliver our declaration of war to Germany presently."
We had no trouble kicking out the German squatters from our territory once treaty obligations were out of the way. Now we had our eyes set on Bologna. A stone's throw away from Venice, it was too close to our home city to remain in enemy hands. We laid siege to the city and its powerful garrison, which included Emperor Henrich himself. Nonetheless, our armies were successful and we sacked the city. Emperor Henrich was killed in the battle. Pope Pierus was pissed and demanded we make peace with his ally. With their armies dealt a harsh blow and their emperor dead, we smelled blood in the water. We wanted to extract some more territory from Germany. They must be made to pay for their intransigence. We sent most of the gold we got from sacking Bologna to the Pope. He immediately forgot about our transgressions and our relations shot up to very high.
Turning Point
The expulsion of the German invaders and the capture of Bologna marked a turning point in the war. For the next two decades our armies met with success on every front. Iraklion, Corinith, Innsbruck, Nuremburg, Vienna, they all belonged to us now. But lately, our string of successes has started to slow down. We have sent constant cash infusions to the Pope to keep him happy but eventually even gold was not enough to placate him. He was absolutely livid we continued to attack his ally for over two decades, despite his constant requests for peace. Things came to a head in 1166 when Pope Pierus made his final ultimatum: stop attacking Germany or be excommunicated. His hints at excommunication had been growing ever stronger over these last few years until they lost all subtlety at all. Now he finally decided to play his trump card. We were not sure if he would actually do it or not. After all, it was our gold enabling him to live like a king. Still, we decided to play it safe and halt all offensive operations on the German front for the next decade or so. We pulled out of their territory and tried to provoke them into attacking us on our territory. Hopefully this strategy would cause Pierus's favour to swing to our cause. Ultimately, We wanted to see his alliance with Germany broken. Maybe if we were really lucky Germany would be excommunicated. For now though we would have to concentrate our expansion on other fronts.

Portugal had finally managed to defeat the Moors and made them their vassals. This was not welcome news to us as it meant Portugal had no enemy to fight. Soon they landed troops at Cagliari and layed siege to the city. Our diplomats delivered a message in no uncertain terms, if Portugal started a war with us now they would be completely annihilated. Unsurprisingly, the following year they had a change of heart and offered a peace treaty. We gladly accepted, the last thing we needed was a new enemy to fight. Although our military might had successfully cowed them for the time being, we were not sure how long our diplomats would be able to hold them at bay.
With operations on the German front scaled back, we could afford to send more forces after the French dogs. In 1172 our forces rolled into Marseille. Unable to match us in the field, the French dogs resorted to a more sinister tactic. They started inciting malcontents and rebels to rise up against us. All throughout nothern Italy, armed thugs were moving to raid towns, extort tolls, and disrupt vital trade routes. We had to recall our French army to put down this insurrection. Our settlements were not seriously threatened, but it would take a number of years to stamp out all of these rebels in our territory. Our efforts against the French were temporarily halted.
Meanwhile things were coming to a head on the Byzantine front. The war was going very badly for the Byzantines and they had lost over half their empire to our forces. Now they were massing their armies for the defence of their capital, Constantinople. Already a large army defended the city and there were more troops arriving daily. If we had any hope of taking the city we would have to act quickly, before it became too strong to take. We assembled the largest army we could muster and layed siege to the city. It was a fierce battle. Our army was decimated in the great battle. But the city fell to our forces. The sacking of this huge city brought in such much needed gold to our depleted coffers, which was under constant strain by the triple demands of war, construction, and keeping the Pope happy. We immediately moved to repair the damage to the city and its garrison. Taking Constantinople was one thing. Holding it, was quite another. Aside from the discontent of thousands of former Byzantine swine who were now our citizens, we still had to contend with the Byzantine army. They had rapidly regrouped after their defeat and already were laying siege to their former capital. Though heavily outnumbered, we barely managed to defeat the siege and Constantinople remained in our hands.
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