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    Great stuff Maloncanth! Another interesting faction finally got their own campaign I like the trick with the last pic, though I'm utterly worthless at Photoshop and whatever so maybe that's a basic effect...
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    Following the Fall of Constantinople in 1346 and the Great Mortality that followed, both sides took several years to regroup and recover. Though Roman military strength had fallen greatly below that of the knighthood, they retained their troop building facilities in Asia Minor and remained far from harmless. Moreover, the war at sea continued and it was now the Hospitallers who held many lands with many attendant concerns.

    In 1350, a combination of naval success and falling concentrations of Hungarian strength had already made invasion feasible, but Dieudonne upon seeing the Marmara was not confident in taking it and withdrew without a fight. The Grand Master returned with a much larger force in 1354 and forced the Romans to withdraw.

    With Hungarian troop concentrations falling further to a rare low, the Grand Master's advisors urged him to wage war on Hungary (who had been none too polite to his lordship's emissaries in the past) and secure their rich lands south of the Danube with such speed that the Pope would be unable to respond in course. Troops were moved to the border in preparation for this but Dieudonne was yet loath to wage war on fellow catholics. However, the empire, reduced to just Trebizond, yet refused to accept peace and instead reinvade the following year in a last desparate attempt to restore their position. Their force included a profusion of heavy cavalry.



    However, in the ensuing battle, the foot knights and lesser halberdier troops turned the wooded hills against their former masters and utterly massacred the Byzantines in the field. As a result, the Grand Master resolved once and for all to turn his attentions eastwards and moved to secure the whole of Asia Minor, and eventually, the holy land in the name of the church.


    The world in 1360.

    In 1360, the Knights Hospitaller marched unopposed into Anatolia. Predictably, the infidels returned the following year, intent on repelling the incursion.

    Battle of Anatolia

    Knights prepare to sally as the Turks attempt to ease apart the formation.

    The battle began as a classic set piece, with the knights outnumbered and occupying a moderate high ground. As the Turks maneuvered for position, the knights simply shifted their formation to face their enemy. Armed with numerous crossbows, the knights were confident in victory, but unlike his late father, the Grand Master would not be satisfied with simply shooting the opposition. He ordered the crossbows to be turned only against the lesser troops and riders and ordered his knights (about fifty mounted and a further eighty foot) to prepare for charge even as the Turks tested their forces against the solidity of the catholic wall.


    Turks recede like the tide before the righteous might of God.

    Finally, sighting his opposite, the Grand Master sounded the charge. The Turkish sultan withdrew to safety at once, ordering his lesser troops to surround and destroy the knights, but the christians attacked with such ferocity that almost the entirety of the Turkish main body of Ottoman Infantry and Sipahi's simply routed before them.

    As the main force of Turks dissolved and were reduced to skirmish and harrassment by the Nizaris that yet held their ground, the Grand Master chased the fleeing sultan and finally confronted him on a hilltop where he fought and was slain.



    The Turkish sultan is chased and is slain as he turns and fights.

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    As you might have noticed I try to sum up the reign of one king in one post but I've reached that phase in the game when everyone has huge armies and are having fun throwing them at each other, so I decided to work with shorter posts to not make them unreadable.

    Part one of the reign of King Konrad I the Warrior: 1244 - 1256 A.D.

    If any Polish King deserves to be referred to as "the Warrior" it is most certainly King Konrad who unlike his father was very much a man of war. Already at the young age of 21 he had become famous after his victory at Vidra in 1242 and as a result of that battle the Fatamid Khalifah had once again ceased to be.
    Having once tasted war in Wallachia Konrad would never quite get tired of warfare and it was not rare for him to get in conflict with the Council of Nobles and the Hanseatic Merchants as these wished for peace. The nobility wanted peace so that they would not be obliged to ride to war in some distant kingdom or khanate and the merchants so that it would not hurt their income. Konrad usually paid no heed to the advice from such men however and mostly did things in his own - often very violent - way. Bohemian chroniclers in particular often portray him as a monster and tyrant, worse still than the hated King Kazimierz II, responsible for the massacre at Letovice in 1218.

    Even though being a man of war King Konrad's first major action as King of Poland was seeking peace with the Bohemians, who had never quite forgot the defeat at Letovice and the loss of their homelands in Bohemia and Moravia to the Poles. Nonetheless, the aged King Jaromir II finally signed a ceasefire with King Konrad in 1245 after being persuaded to do so by Konrad's emissary Wenceclaus Mazovia.
    Konrad's second action was to marry. Curiously enough he married out of love and not out of political need as was the custom in Europe at the time. Rather than marrying some foreign princess he married a commoner from Lesser Poland. We don't know much about her and only her first name, Maria, is known thanks to the chroniclers. For what we know their marriage was happy and they had many children, girls in particular. This brings us into the somewhat confusing subject of Konrad's sons.
    In 1246 his oldest son Boleslaw celebrated his sixteenth birthday with great splendour in Krakow, but at this time Konrad was only 25 years old! This has confused many and there is still no answer as to who Boleslaw really was, a common guess however is that Maria was older than Konrad and that Boleslaw was her son from a previous marriage, making him a bastard. Whoever Boleslaw truly was he was declared crown prince and heir to the throne by his "father" on September 5 1246. Prince Kazimierz, who celebrated his sixteenth birthday in 1251 is possibly Konrad's own son, but a bastard nonetheless as he was born before the marriage with Maria.

    King Jaromir II of Bohemia died in the bitter cold winter of 1247 and was succeeded by his son, Vratislav, who became king under the name Vratislav V. Vratislav was not of the same opinion as his father when it came to the ceasefire with Poland, still not able to forgive those who had wronged his forefathers. He now declared war upon the Polish and took them by surprise as he sent an army into Brandenburg in the spring of 1248. This army was under downright terrible command, the general - who remains unnamed in all sources, even Bohemian ones - being infamous for his gluttony and obesity while the army itself consisted mostly of crossbowmen and arbalesters, troops less suitable for offensive campaign.
    The people of Brandenburg was shocked as the Bohemians came pillaging and burning along their borders and decided to drive them out on their own. Brandenburg had not been a theatre of war since the German civil war of the early 12th century (after which the Elector of Brandenburg, Ludwig Zirn, had joined the Kingdom of Poland for protection against bandits and other small states) and there were no professional or royal troops in the region. Thus the people of Brandenburg armed themselves with what they could find in their homes - most of these weapons actually dated back to the 11th or 12th century! - and went out to meet the invaders.
    In the Battle of Alsfeld this peasant levy was decisively defeated by the Bohemians despite their numerical superiority and the slaughter was terrible to behold. The Bohemian army failed to achieve anything however and foolishly spent their time pillaging the rest of Brandenburg, not bothering themselves to consolidate their position, leaving the castles and forts of the land untouched. They paid for their foolishness in 1249 as peasant levies from Saxony and Silesia, accompanied by a core of professional halberdiers from Pomerania, marched into Brandenburg. After a short series of skirmishes in which the Bohemians were repeatedly beaten they withdrew, burdened by their loot.

    The war now rested for a few years, but King Konrad was all but idle. Massive recruiting campaigns were held in Denmark, Pomerania, Greater Poland, Lesser Poland and Bohemia. Konrad himself installed himself in Prague in the spring of 1251 and the next spring he considered himself ready. In one massive move the lands of Franconia, Bavaria and Austria were invaded by huge Polish armies. The Bohemians and King Vratislav V would indeed pay for their treachery! This was the largest full-frontal offensive Europe had witnessed to that date and was in scale comparable to those of the World Wars in the 20th century.
    In all lands into which the Polish marched - Konrad himself commanded the army in Franconia - the Bohemians fled, terrified by this sudden aggression and perhaps some of them were old enough to remember the terrible invasion of 1217. Castles were now besieged and the Polish celebrated the conquest of these vast areas of land, however it was still years before it would all be over, and on the eastern front things were not going quite as well.

    In the early summer of 1253, as the campaigns on Bohemian ground still raged on with unabated intensivity, the Mongol warlord Khogibag saw his chance to rise to famedom and wealth as the Polish had been disbanding several regiments of spearmen along their eastern borders lately. The Golde Horde believed this to be a result of the Polish feeling safe from the Mongols after their victories in 1243 and 1244, but in truth it was only since these men had become superfluous with the increasing use of the more effective polearms such as the halberd.
    Assuming he would face a weakened enemy caught unawares Khogibag lead a great army from Novgorod south into Lithuania with some reinforcements from Smolensk to his aid. Lord Plast, the commander of the Polish royal army in Lithuania had foreseen this however and marched to meet Khogibag in what was to be

    The Battle of Glubokoje

    The rapid advance of the cavalry-heavy Mongol army forced Lord Plast to meet them on terms that they agreed on, luckily for him though the lands of Lithuania were heavily wooded and sparsely populated, especially after the wars and border raids against the Golden Horde and this slowed the Mongol horses down a bit. Nonetheless Plast could not find a suitable hill closer to the coast or near a river crossing, but was forced to meet the Mongols on ground that suited them best: the open plains.
    Remembering the successful tactics used by Lord Dudzik at Jurjevka and Kupjansk Lord Plast deployed his troops in a similar manner with his right flank secured by woods and his left with a few additional regiments of halberdiers. The Mongols were all but ignorant however and had learnt from their failures in Levidia that the Polish infantry could not be beaten in melee. So for this campaign Khogibag brought vast amounts of horse archers and as a result of this Glubokoje turned out to be the bloodiest battle thus far in the Polish-Mongolian wars.
    On June 3 1253 Khogibag and his army faced Lord Plast's in the wooded fields of Glubokoje. The battle began with the advance of a first Mongol wave consisting of mostly horse archers and a few units of heavy cavalry, including Khogibag himself and his retinue. A long and bloody archery duel that was to last for the entire battle now began, but for Khogibag his glory did not last for long. As the Mongol heavy cavalry seemed to prepare for attack the Polish arbalesters directed their fire against them to weaken them before impact. As if the Lord himself had intervened Khogibag was struck down by the very first volley and with his death the cavalry abandoned this attack, instead they became sitting ducks and they all perished for the Polish arbalesters without achieving anything.
    The battle was not over however and the Mongols who enjoyed numerical superiority kept coming in wave after wave. Soon the Polish arbalesters ran out of bolts and the heavily armoured halberdiers found themselves unable to catch up with the fast Mongols. The same armour that prevented them from catching their foes was the same armour that saved them from their arrows however, as these arrows lacked the penetrating effect of the arbalest. Lord Plast was now isolated as he desperately chased off a unit of horse archers, trying to save his men. He was quickly surrounded by a horde of Mongols and only just made it out of the fray alive, his entire bodyguard slain by his enemies. The Mongols gave chase and would have caught up with Plast if it wasn't for the halberdiers who rushed to cover his retreat. Despite this Lord Plast fled the battlefield in terror and most likely also wounded. This had a heavy demoralising effect on the Poles and many nasty rumours of Plast's cowardice circulated after the battle.
    Despite the grim situation the battle eventually again turned in favour for the Polish as a wave of light cavalry from the steppes entered the field. These did not carry bows like the other Mongols and when engaged in melee the Polish could finally use their halberds to full effect. With this wave of cavalry crushed, their leader dead and most of the Mongols out of arrows the Mongols finally decided to call it a day an retreated. The Polish had been victorious again, yet at a high cost.



    Even though the Mongol casualties counted nearly twice as many as the Polish ones, Lord Plast was unable to treat this battle as a true victory as his personal honour and reputation had been badly damaged by his flight and these accusations of cowardice haunted him for the rest of his life. Nonetheless, none could disagree that the Mongols had yet again been decisively defeated and their expansion westwards yet again hampered.

    In Franconia, Bavaria and Austria things were going even better. The castles fell in rapid order and the Bohemians lacked full support from the population. In Lorraine however great Bohemian armies had been gathering during the autumn of 1253, apparently to prevent King Konrad from further expansion, or so he thought for in December they marched into Franconia to expel the invaders. King Konrad was not worried by this turn of events and knew that the many defensive positions offered to him by the countless rivers here in central Germany would halt the advance of the Bohemian army and work to his profit.

    The Slaughter at the Bridge

    Near a small bridge crossing a small river flowing up to the Weser (exact location unknown) the Polish army, outnumbered by 3:1 set up a strong defensive position. The Bohemians immediately took the bait and hurried to meet their foes. Many Bohemian castle garrisons still loyal to King Vratislav now sallied and joined the army.
    Incredibly enough the weather worked in the favour of King Konrad to that degree so that the river remained unfrozen, despite the bitter cold and heavy snowfall. The battle that followed is not very well described in the sources but with all probability this was a pretty one-sided slaughter. The Bohemians desperately attempted to cross the bridge but were mercilessly mowed down by volley after volley from the Poles. The young sergeant Ziemowit Stasiak had been given the honourable task of holding the actual bridgehead and he and his men slew any Bohemian that tried to put his foot on the other shore. For the great efforts of him and his men he was knighted after the battle, rising to fight with the dismounted chivalry instead.
    This total defeat by the Bohemian army was worse than that at Letovice and King Konrad was henceforth reputed as the finest battlefield defender in Christianity at the time.



    As news of this terrible defeat spread across Bohemia and Franconia in particular nearly all Bohemian castles decided that capitulation and agreeing to the Polish terms would be the best way - and possibly the only way of saving their necks. The only castles that remained in Bohemian hands were Munich Castle in Bavaria and Vienna in Austria. These castles were stormed and taken during the winter of 1253-1254 however and the prisoners took by the Polish here were all executed on spot.
    On April 23 1254 terrible news reached King Konrad in Bamberg where he resided for the time being: the cowardly King Vratislav V had pleaded to Pope Anselmo down in Rome, and Anselmo had sided with him, excommunicating King Konrad for his aggressions against his Catholic brothers. This bothered the Kingdom of Poland surprisingly little however and only in rather recently Christianised lands such as Moldovia and Levidia was there a decrease in loyalty to the King. Konrad is reported to have said, as a response when hearing of his excommunication: "Ha! Merely words cannot overthrow a King! It takes sword, blood and guts and although our beloved Anselmo indeed possess the first two he certainly lacks the last!". Indeed no actions were taken against the Polish Kingdom or Konrad in person and the excommunication had no serious effects.

    The year 1254 saw no military actions at all except a few minor border raids along both fronts but was instead a year of much planning. Konrad had two goals for the coming years, the first and most urgent being to finally force the Byzantines out of the Crimea. It was more than fifty years since any military actions had been taken between the Kings of Poland and the Byzantine "Emperors" in Crete, yet war was still officially declared and on the map Konrad was fighting a three-front war. Seeking to remove this third front he sent his younger brother Mieszko to the Crimea by fleet in the early days of 1255. Words of this invasion reached Manuel Bryennius, the Byzantine commander in the Crimea, quickly thanks to his extensive network of spies and when the Poles under Prince Mieszko landed just north of Cembalo on March 5 they found themselves greeted by Bryennius and his army. The battle that stood was brief but fierce and this was among the last times in history that the famous Kataphraktoi rode to battle.

    The Battle of Cembalo

    Manuel Bryennius had organised his troops in a negligent way with a big chunk of light infantry (mostly local Slav levies) and archers and Bulgarian brigands in the center with all of his cavalry, including his many horse archers, behind it rather than on the flanks. He had positioned his army atop a hill with a tiny valley, almost forming a perfect ditch, between him and the hill on which Mieszko positioned his troops. Already this was a mistake as he had now missed out on the opportunity of driving the Poles back into the sea even before they got out of their ships, instead he had provided them with a good defensive foothold.
    The Prince of Poland ordered his troops into a traditional two-line formation with arbalests up front and with halberdiers right behind them. His mounted crossbowmen he sent around the enemy flank to harass the Kataphraktoi from behind. The archery duel that followed was highly inconclusive as the superior number of Byzantine bows made up for the longer rage and power of the Polish arbalests. Seeing this Mieszko ordered his infantry forward while his arbalesters would be shooting above their heads. The Byzantine infantry now joined for melee but were easily beaten by the Poles. Swords, spears and javelins could do little against the halberds. Some of the cavalry even joined into the fray but were also defeated.
    Manuel Bryennius and his personal escort of Kataphraktoi retreated further uphill while the mounted units of the Polish army, including Prince Mieszko himself, slaughtered the now unprotected archers from Trebizond and Bulgaria. He then reorganised his forces and sent his halberdiers to deal with Bryennius, who was captured after a short struggle and the remainders of the Byzantine army were sent away running for their lives.


    The few prisoners taken, including the defeated Bryennius, where ransomed back by the Emperor in Crete, despite the terrible finances of the "empire".
    War in Crimea continued until July 1256 when Cherzonez, the last fortification still in Roman hands, fell to Prince Mieszko. After this a ceasefire was concluded with the Emperor and the Crimea was ceded to the Kingdom of Poland.

    The second plan realised by King Konrad in 1255 was not quite as successful, although it was indeed no failure: Konrad had, after his capture of Franconia, noticed how poorly defended Swabia was, yet in Swabia King Vratislav V along with all of his sons resided. If he could manage to force them into battle or trap them behind the walls of their castles he could either end the Bohemian line of kings or ransom them back for a ridiculous amount of Florins! This plan was indeed tempting, and as soon as words reached him of the success of his brother in the Crimea he set his plans in motion and personally commanded an army into Swabia.
    To his disappointment Vratislav did the only reasonable thing and retreated, not even leaving a single man to defend Swabia. Konrad had underestimated his fiend, or rather overestimated his stupidity but in a way he was successful nonetheless as he now controlled the lands of Swabia. The Swabian nobles were quick in swearing allegiance to King Konrad and the Kingdom of Poland.
    The Bohemian armies - now positioned in Burgundy - reacted and Vratislav sent a young and yet untested general named Lord Reznik on a summer campaign to reclaim Swabia from the Polish. Konrad found himself outnumbered 3:1 once more, but nonetheless decided to meet the Bohemians in the field.

    The Battle of Tübingen

    At the little village of Tübingen, a rural idyll in the hilly inland provinces of Swabia the two armies met, Konrad using the terrain to his benefit. He placed his army atop a steep hill with woods on both sides overlooking the little village. The position was ideal: there was no room for outflanking and the only approach was through the village and up the steep slope.
    The inexperienced Lord Reznik however was confident in his numbers and ordered an assault straight up the hill.


    King Konrad I and his retinue overlooking the village of Tübingen and the approaching Bohemian army.

    What followed was yet another slaughter, albeit not one as grim and terrible as in 1253 in Franconia. Lord Reznik sent his Bohemian bowmen in an attempt to force the Poles to attack him, but they were out-ranged and were soon decimated. He then sent his infantry in wave after wave, always under heavy fire from the Polish arbalests. Each time being driven back, reorganising at the foot of the hill to attack yet again.
    Eventually the dismounted knights under Sir Chrosciszko Marosz charged into the flank of the Bohemain infantry, followed by a charge by the Polish halberds down the slope. Fighting uphill and with inferior weapons the Bohemians were slaughtered and quickly routed. Konrad himself participated in the pursuit.
    Lord Reznik was however wise enough to not even bother to send for reinforcements and with his main battle defeated he decided to retreat. Many remarked that he was lucky to still be alive as generals facing the Polish had a nasty habit of dying in battle.


    King Vratislav did not have the money to pay for the prisoners taken and they were duly executed.

    Here we leave the Polish Kingdom for now; the further exploits of King Konrad being a story to be told later.

    The Kingdom of Poland in 1256


    King Konrad I of Poland


    And finally some GA stats


    As I believe you can tell from the minimap the Castille-Leonese are finally beginning to collapse, so they shouldn't be very much of a problem GA-wise.
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    Unfortunately, I just lost all of today's progress from a CtD which I managed to cause by reproducing quantum states of two princes. See the relevant details. History is going to be glossed over a bit until I get back to where I was.

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    @ Maloncath: Good to see the Hospitallars are "bringing the light" to Asia Minor and the Balkans -- whether the people there want it or not. A pity about your lost progress and the whole prince snafu, though. (You do seem to find creative ways to cause the game to crash! ) In any case, I look forward to the next installment.

    @ Innocentius: Wow, Konrad really is quite the warmonger, isn't he? Not that he was looking for the Bohemians to backstab him, but he certainly renewed the war with gusto! So are you going to try and finish them off before the excommunication is lifted, or will you let them be for now?

    Also: I was looking at your screenshot of the GA points, and I must confess surprise at the Bohemians and Seljuks. It seems hard to believe the former could still be close to you in points, but that the Turks should have so very few. (Which only illustrates that I've never fully understood how they're really calculated.) In any case, good to see you're ahead and doing well.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Martok
    @ Innocentius: Wow, Konrad really is quite the warmonger, isn't he? Not that he was looking for the Bohemians to backstab him, but he certainly renewed the war with gusto! So are you going to try and finish them off before the excommunication is lifted, or will you let them be for now?
    I don't think they'll let me rest but I see no reason to destroy them either. All their provinces left to take would give me borders with the Pope or the Castille-Leonese (or the soon-to-re-emerge factions in western Europe). I might take Switzerland just for the units and then Tyrolia for the borders, but otherwise I'm through with them, for now. I'll just let them bash themselves bloody against my armies until nothing remains of theirs.
    I have my true aim set to the east to secure the eastern parts of my kingdom and adding Livonia and Novgorod to the kingdom would give me two additional unit-producing provinces (not that Denmark, Saxony, Pomerania, Prussia, Lithuania, Kiev, Greater Poland, Lesser Poland, Bohemia, Hungary, Carpathia and Bulgaria isn't enough, but still ).

    Quote Originally Posted by Martok
    Also: I was looking at your screenshot of the GA points, and I must confess surprise at the Bohemians and Seljuks. It seems hard to believe the former could still be close to you in points, but that the Turks should have so very few. (Which only illustrates that I've never fully understood how they're really calculated.) In any case, good to see you're ahead and doing well.
    I don't think GA-scores from the previous "regime" counts when a faction re-emergese which would explain the low score of the Seljuks. The C-Ls got most of their points from Crusading (although they're kicked out now) and the same goes for the Sicilians. I have no idea how the Bohemians got all their points though...
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    Okay, after that Prince silliness and a ton of lost progress, I found the inclination to continue. It's 1370, with Asia Minor now under the armoured boot of the Hospitallers and Grand Master Dieudonne has just died from a surfeit of peaches.



    This is five years before the scoring session and we are well behind the Golden Horde in points. Still, I don't think it's threatening enough that I can't afford to take a leisurely pace of things. My overall plan now is to build up (As you can see I have remarkably few actual large armies.) re-distribute some titles (I never bothered before as I kept waiting for the GM to die to free up princes.) Then go and own the Horde really hard for seven provinces.

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    @ Innocentius: Gah! I'd forgotten about re-emerging facts having to start all over with the GA points, but you're right. A pity for them; they look like they're doing pretty well otherwise.

    I still can't fathom how the Bohemians could've done so well, however. It's like they were all that big even *before* their wars with you began....

    Quote Originally Posted by Maloncanth
    Okay, after that Prince silliness and a ton of lost progress, I found the inclination to continue. It's 1370, with Asia Minor now under the armoured boot of the Hospitallers and Grand Master Dieudonne has just died from a surfeit of peaches.


    Quote Originally Posted by Maloncanth
    This is five years before the scoring session and we are well behind the Golden Horde in points. Still, I don't think it's threatening enough that I can't afford to take a leisurely pace of things. My overall plan now is to build up (As you can see I have remarkably few actual large armies.) re-distribute some titles (I never bothered before as I kept waiting for the GM to die to free up princes.) Then go and own the Horde really hard for seven provinces.
    Yeah, I think you're still close enough to the Mongols that you don't need to hurry. Probably build up your new empire first (congrats, btw ), and then come out with both barrels blazing in a few years.
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    A nice empire, Maloncanth! You are very justified in taking measures against the GH and their points lead, but beware: Usually it's not them who pose the greatest threat to a Late GA win. Granted, the Russians are gone, but you should also have an eye on Hungary and Aragon. Especially the latter can rake in insane amounts of GA points in Late if given the opportunity.

    Good luck & all the best for your campaign! I really hope you'll continue it to the end....
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    Prosperity
    An abler financial administrator than either his father or his grandfather, GM Enrico propelled the realms of the Hospitallers to a period of prosperity the moment he was upon the great seat. With him at the realm the dominion rebounded ahead of Europe from the plague and Constantinople once again became the queen of cities - in catholic hands.

    The Papacy had of course, been overjoyed. Even much of the holy lands remained out of catholic hands, the destruction of the excommunicated Eastern Empire without attendant destruction of its cities and wealth was a great victory for the true faith and the powerful armies of the Hospitallers (and any would-be crusaders) were powerfully poised.



    As pious as he was sharp, in his early reign Enrico enjoyed an excellent relation with the Pope and the two exchanged gifts even though Papacy-dominated venice was now decisively outcompeted by Constantinople's merchants.

    On his deathbed, Dieudonne had ordered his son to continue onto the holy land, but Enrico didn't agree with the Pope or his Father in this regard. To him, the greatest threat to Christianity lay not South, but North, where the pagan and barbaric Mongol hordes dominated much vaster lands than the Mameluks as far as Cathay. The fellow Teutonic order had had some successes against the Mongols and Enrico, having exchanged letters with their Grand Master, was more interested in meeting up with them in the middle of the Steppe, after expelling the invaders from Europe's soil.

    With arguably the richest and most sophisticated realm in Europe and at least four commanders of awesome skill left by his father, Enrico knew he had potential aplenty and set about raising armies; there was literally more gold than could be spent and even with the greatest of excesses in adding lavishly equipped troops, the annual budget continually ran surplus during the 1370's. By 1372, Enrico was ready to launch his first small crusade across the Black Sea.


    This battle was autoresolved. It might have been the most boring battle in the history of MTW otherwise.


    Goodness, more money?!

    Enrico easily took Lesser Khazar, defeated the Mongol counterattack, and conquered the province by 1376. The ease with which his forces defeated the once legendary Horde made the young ruler famous throughout the known world. The Germans quickly aligned with the Hospitallers, as did the Bohemians and Poles, though the latter were on the eve of their destruction. Even the once bellicose Bulgarians wanted alliance, leaving Hungary isolated. At the same time, the Fatimids broke off relations, surrounding the the Hospitallers with enemies and forcing him to leave many troops on the defense. Nevertheless, Khazar proper was taken by 1379, making the 32-year old Enrico, the most influential monarch in Europe.


    The Teutonics stretch their hands, Enrico stays loyal to the fellow knighthood over the Swedes.

    His first son was born at this time as well, the beginning of the height of the Grand Master's career. Despite his skill in combat and as a commander, the Grand Master knew he had even better commanders and rarely took to the field himself and instead, worked at carefully grooming his son for his future.

    Then late that year, the Mameluks attacked, disrupting trade in the central med. Enrico was said to have greeted the news only with amusement. "Let the infidels come," said he. And the next year in the spring of 1380, they did.

    Battle of Rum

    Sir Roger Machiavelli: "I am ecstatic at this chance to prove my mettle. I shall sweep the Egyptians from the fields."

    A large force of Egyptians marched on Rum against a smaller but vastly qualitatively superior force of Hospitallers and supporting heavy infantry. The latter were confident to say the least and the former had no idea what they were getting into as they marched onto the thick line of the knights.


    "Let me assure you, sire, it shall be a bad day to be an Eggy."

    The Egyptians engaged the Hospitallers from downhill, massing their troops on two horns on either side of the main Hospitaller line which they locked in place with medium cavalry and archers' fire. The Order Foot holding the center went through most of the day with their large shields raised as the forces of Halberdiers and Men at Arms conducted most of the heavy combat against inferior Saracens, Abyssanians, Nubians, and Muwahids, crushing first their left horn and then their right as Hospitaller crossbows wrought havoc in the back.


    The left horn consisting of Nubians, Abyssinians and Muwahhid has collapsed. Saracens continue attempting to push the right horn but are being sent backwards down, bloody.

    The Hospitaller general adopted a passive but solid and broadly practical stance, taking no risks until a chance as clear as day developed before ordering his right wing to charge.


    It's a very bad day to be an Eggy.

    With one sharp crack, the Egyptians' first battle collapsed into a rout. Following this, a second and third battle of Egyptians arrived, only to be destroyed in turn almost purely by archery. The muslims were on their way home within the hour.


    The second battle, headed by Bedouin Camels, vanishes beneath withering fire.


    A bad day to be riding a camel indeed.

    With this victory, the Mameluks' position in the northeast extremeties of their realm is greatly weakened. Grand Master Enrico ordered his generals to proceed with the conquest of Georgia and Armenia proper.
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    Prosperity
    An abler financial administrator than either his father or his grandfather, GM Enrico propelled the realms of the Hospitallers to a period of prosperity the moment he was upon the great seat. With him at the realm the dominion rebounded ahead of Europe from the plague and Constantinople once again became the queen of cities - in catholic hands.

    The Papacy had of course, been overjoyed. Even much of the holy lands remained out of catholic hands, the destruction of the excommunicated Eastern Empire without attendant destruction of its cities and wealth was a great victory for the true faith and the powerful armies of the Hospitallers (and any would-be crusaders) were powerfully poised.



    As pious as he was sharp, in his early reign Enrico enjoyed an excellent relation with the Pope and the two exchanged gifts even though Papacy-dominated venice was now decisively outcompeted by Constantinople's merchants.

    On his deathbed, Dieudonne had ordered his son to continue onto the holy land, but Enrico didn't agree with the Pope or his Father in this regard. To him, the greatest threat to Christianity lay not South, but North, where the pagan and barbaric Mongol hordes dominated much vaster lands than the Mameluks as far as Cathay. The fellow Teutonic order had had some successes against the Mongols and Enrico, having exchanged letters with their Grand Master, was more interested in meeting up with them in the middle of the Steppe, after expelling the invaders from Europe's soil.

    With arguably the richest and most sophisticated realm in Europe and at least four commanders of awesome skill left by his father, Enrico knew he had potential aplenty and set about raising armies; there was literally more gold than could be spent and even with the greatest of excesses in adding lavishly equipped troops, the annual budget continually ran surplus during the 1370's. By 1372, Enrico was ready to launch his first small crusade across the Black Sea.


    This battle was autoresolved. It might have been the most boring battle in the history of MTW otherwise.


    Goodness, more money?!

    Enrico easily took Lesser Khazar, defeated the Mongol counterattack, and conquered the province by 1376. The ease with which his forces defeated the once legendary Horde made the young ruler famous throughout the known world. The Germans quickly aligned with the Hospitallers, as did the Bohemians and Poles, though the latter were on the eve of their destruction. Even the once bellicose Bulgarians wanted alliance, leaving Hungary isolated. At the same time, the Fatimids broke off relations, surrounding the the Hospitallers with enemies and forcing him to leave many troops on the defense. Nevertheless, Khazar proper was taken by 1379, making the 32-year old Enrico, the most influential monarch in Europe.


    The Teutonics stretch their hands, Enrico stays loyal to the fellow knighthood over the Swedes.

    His first son was born at this time as well, the beginning of the height of the Grand Master's career. Despite his skill in combat and as a commander, the Grand Master knew he had even better commanders and rarely took to the field himself and instead, worked at carefully grooming his son for his future.

    Then late that year, the Mameluks attacked, disrupting trade in the central med. Enrico was said to have greeted the news only with amusement. "Let the infidels come," said he. And the next year in the spring of 1380, they did.

    Battle of Rum

    Sir Roger Machiavelli: "I am ecstatic at this chance to prove my mettle. I shall sweep the Egyptians from the fields."

    A large force of Egyptians marched on Rum against a smaller but vastly qualitatively superior force of Hospitallers and supporting heavy infantry. The latter were confident to say the least and the former had no idea what they were getting into as they marched onto the thick line of the knights.


    "Let me assure you, sire, it shall be a bad day to be an Eggy."

    The Egyptians engaged the Hospitallers from downhill, massing their troops on two horns on either side of the main Hospitaller line which they locked in place with medium cavalry and archers' fire. The Order Foot holding the center went through most of the day with their large shields raised as the forces of Halberdiers and Men at Arms conducted most of the heavy combat against inferior Saracens, Abyssanians, Nubians, and Muwahids, crushing first their left horn and then their right as Hospitaller crossbows wrought havoc in the back.


    The left horn consisting of Nubians, Abyssinians and Muwahhid has collapsed. Saracens continue attempting to push the right horn but are being sent backwards down, bloody.

    The Hospitaller general adopted a passive but solid and broadly practical stance, taking no risks until a chance as clear as day developed before ordering his right wing to charge.


    It's a very bad day to be an Eggy.

    With one sharp crack, the Egyptians' first battle collapsed into a rout. Following this, a second and third battle of Egyptians arrived, only to be destroyed in turn almost purely by archery. The muslims were on their way home within the hour.


    The second battle, headed by Bedouin Camels, vanishes beneath withering fire.


    A bad day to be riding a camel indeed.

    With this victory, the Mameluks' position in the northeast extremeties of their realm is greatly weakened. Grand Master Enrico ordered his generals to proceed with the conquest of Georgia and Armenia proper.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Deus ret.
    A nice empire, Maloncanth! You are very justified in taking measures against the GH and their points lead, but beware: Usually it's not them who pose the greatest threat to a Late GA win. Granted, the Russians are gone, but you should also have an eye on Hungary and Aragon. Especially the latter can rake in insane amounts of GA points in Late if given the opportunity.
    Oh, I didn't mention it but I checked the rate of everyone's point gain and they were all well behind me. The Hungarians at least though, are heavily hemmed in for the moment. I don't have the reach to be informed on Aragon's situation, but given the crusaders' 1-for-2 GA conquest rate, I ought to be maxed out on those shortly.


    Onto more general notes, I've noticed that XL Crusades are huge. My crusades so far are spawning five stacks of Order Foot and more.

    I also wonder if XL shouldn't have strengthed camels a bit.
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    Nice, Bregil! It's rare to see romance and the "gentler sex" have a presence in AAR's here, but you pulled it off quite well. Poor Umar; he had to struggle through many years before he could finally reunite with his lost love....
    Alas, the course of true love so often runs awry...

    Part Eight of an Account of a VI 2.01 campaign as the Almohads

    Jihad!


    Valdemar of Denmark succeeded his brother Hardeknud as the Christian ruler of a largely Muslim realm, surrounded to the north and south by provinces of the all-conquering Almohad Empire. His resistance to the diplomatic moves of Umar III was regarded in some quarters as an heroic stand against an infidel oppressor, in others as the last flailing of an outdated regime clinging unrealistically to power. Certainly his invasion of Norway in 1303 did nothing but aggravate the tense relations between the king and his Muslim subjects. When Valdemar died in 1308, his ineffective son Olaf ascended the throne. Umar III again sued for peace and was refused.

    Within the Almohad realm, many felt the Khalifah’s conciliatory approach was insufficient to the defence of the faithful. A Jihad movement was growing, inspired by the Grand Mufti of Jerusalem, preached by ulama throughout Europe and repeated in the ribats and assassin schools of the empire. If Denmark would not have peace, Denmark would be destroyed.

    In 1309 Olaf became the Jihad’s first victim. Reasoning that if the king died without an heir a Muslim regime must surely follow, the Syrian brotherhood struck with deadly force. His sister Margrethe, increasingly regarded as a dangerous influence on the Khalifah, was also killed on her return to the court at Saxony (Umar’s emissaries were by this time trying to negotiate a marriage with the younger and more pliable Princess Ingrid). Polish missionaries despatched to aid the Christian cause were struck down as they crossed the borders.

    But the ruling elite were not so easily thwarted. Sir Sweyn Ericsson, a distant cousin of Olaf, rallied the Christian lords to his banner. He vowed vengeance on the assassins and those who had sent them. In response, the Grand Mufti launched three Jihad armies against Denmark, from Rhodes, Tunisia and Ireland. A fourth army began its march from Arabia. While Umar’s Royal Foundries were struggling to produce the artillery he wanted for the war against the Golden Horde, the Jihad armies emerged with half a dozen Serpentines in tow as well as a good quantity of arquebusiers and other troops. To this force a small quantity of regular soldiers were added, indicating the Khalifah’s support, however lukewarm, for the Jihad.

    The invasion met with disaster. The disputed leadership at last fell to a Ghulam commander named Ibn Mahmud, who while competent proved less so than King Sweyn. The Danes counter-attacked with verve and ferocity, negating the impact of Almohad artillery. Sweyn led a flanking attack with his Royal Knights, which Ibn Mahmud was forced to counter by leading his own troops into the fray. During the melee Ibn Mahmid was unhorsed and trampled to death, resulting in panic among the Jihadists. Despite several attempts to rally the attacking force, the Danes drove them from the battlefield in a series of piecemeal actions. Among the hundreds slain were most of the serpentine crews, who had performed less well than expected. Sweyn V had clearly passed the first test of his kingship.

    The second test would prove sterner. Stung by the loss of so many troops, and perhaps embittered by the death of Margethe, Umar III dispatched the experienced Ibn Yaqub, Prince of Chernigov, to lead a mixed army of Jihadists, regular soldiers and mercenaries against the Danes. Again the Danes used the tactic of counter-attacking fiercely to disconcert the invaders, but somehow Ibn Yaqub resisted this onslaught and at last turned the fight in his favour. Sweyn used his forces well, his Vikings attacking in tight formation, his archers providing support, his cavalry intercepting any sudden advances by the Almohads. But in the end numbers told, and the Danes retreated to Roskilde.

    The defences at Roskilde had been reduced to a mere stockade under the previous Almohad occupation, and against demi-cannon proved of little value. Sweyn and his fellow nobles made a last stand among the ruins, successfully routing a unit of mercenary halberdiers and generally giving a good account of themselves. Sweyn died as he had lived, fighting to the bitter end. His shield was shivered, his sword broken, but he fought on with a Danish war-axe long after all his vassals had fallen, seeming some pagan God of War in his gore-spattered mail, screaming his battle-cry through bloodied lips. But at last the fatal blow was struck, and the King fell. With him, Christian resistance in Denmark came to an end. Sweyn’s followers died to man around him, or were slaughtered afterwards by the Jihadists. But Umar III offered sanctuary to the family of Olaf I, including his surviving sisters, holding them blameless for the war against the usurper.

    With Denmark conquered, the Almohads returned their attention to southern Italy. The Amir Wahid already commanded a sizeable force in Sicily. To this was added a large portion of the army that had just conquered the Danes, and some recently acquired mercenary units including two companies of English billmen one of longbowmen and even some Abyssinian guards. It was a force that King Arcill, defending Naples with all that remained of the army defeated in Sicily, could hardly hope to withstand. Nonetheless he made a spirited defence, marching to meet the invaders in Bruttium.

    Each side deployed warily, the Almohads wary of a Sicilian ballista deployed on the ridgetop and the Sicilians seeking to steer clear of the Serpentine deployed on a hilltop to the fore of the Almohad positions. Some cautious manoeuvring followed which ended with the Almohads deployed downslope of the Sicilians with thick woods looming on their left flank into which Sicilian arbalesters had been deployed. It was not a promising position. Arcill and his three sons each commanded a squadron of Royal Knights, and the Amir had to be wary of when and where they might strike.

    A bold attack by the Saharan cavalry overpowered the ballista crew, but prompted an instant counter attack from the 17-year old Prince Algune which routed them. The fleeing horsemen were chased away behind the Almohad right flank – a precarious position to have an enemy’s elite cavalry. Meanwhile Prince Aed, accompanied by his household knights and two troops of mounted sergeants, attempted to race around the Almohad battleline and get among the arquebusiers and longbowmen. For a moment the bold strategy seemed about to pay off as the Almohads struggled to rearrange their formation in time to meet this threat.

    Then fortunes began to change. Firstly, Algune’s knights ran into an ambush of Abyssinian Guards on the edge of a forest. Arcill chose to commit his own knights and those of Prince Alexander, to rescuing his youngest son rather than supporting Prince Aed’s attack on the main Almohad force. Had he been successful, he might arguably have found himself leading a strong force of knights aginst his enemy's rear. In the event, the decision proved disastrous. The force in the woods was stronger than he expected – several units of Almohad militia, elite Spanish swordsmen, were also hiding there. The surviving Saharans rallied and lent their charge to the destruction of Arcill’s knights, who were overwhelmed. Dragged from his saddle, the King himself was slain by an Abyssinian who had not realised the potential value of his prisoner.

    Meanwhile a timely charge by the Amir Wahid, supported by the Khalifah’s younger brother Ismail, overwhelmed Aed’s knights while the English billmen managed to get themselves into position to fend off the mounted sergeants. Order was restored to the main body of the Almohad force. The surviving Sicilian cavalry were chased off with a volley of arquebus fire and a rain of arrows. Troops of spearmen, militia sergeants and peasants attempting to follow up the outflanking attack were themselves outflanked by the Almohad militia now surging from the trees. The Sicilians started to retreat, and then the retreat became a rout. Hundreds were captured, commoners and nobles alike, including the princes Alexander and Algune. The Amir had won a conclusive victory.

    But no ransom was to be paid. The survivors of the defeated army made their way to Naples where they declared a republic. The Sicilian dynasty was ended and its last scions were sold into slavery. In short order, the Amir Wahid laid siege to the city, using his guns to blast down its towers and walls before sending his mercenaries in for the slaughter. That many died did not concern him greatly – they had served their purpose and now represented a drain on the public purse. The victors of Naples would shortly be disbanded and replaced with regular Almohad soldiers.

    Denmark by 1312; Sicily and Naples in 1317. Umar had destroyed his Catholic foes. Now only the People of Novgorod and the Golden Horde were at war with the Almohad masters of the known world. It would have been tempting to believe that two more campaigns could secure peace for Medieval Europe. But Umar III knew this was not true. The peace he maintained with Italy, the Papacy, Poland and the newly resurgent Byzantine empire was still fragile. He resolved first to introduce reforms to his own empire, removing corruption and graft, restoring peace and order to provinces ravaged by war. In this way he hoped to be remembered, as his great-grandfather Umar II had been, as not only a great conqueror but also a great ruler.
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    Part two of the Reign of King Konrad I the Warrior: 1256 - 1275 A.D.

    After the Battle of Tübingen things went rather quiet on the western front. The Bohemians and King Vratislav lacked the manpower and money to continue the war; too many men were needed just for defending their last stronghold in Burgundy, and King Konrad had little interest in continuing the war. Although he could easily overthrow the Bohemians he decided not to and instead settled with what he had already achieved and in fact, he never fought another battle, despite his war-like nature.
    Konrad now actually asked Vratislav for a ceasefire, but the Bohemian King refused his offers time and again. Eventually the Bohemian nobles had had it with their ignorant king and overthrew him, forming a new kingdom in Burguny. Loyalists remained in Lorraine in Tyrolia, these were few and weak however. The kingdom of Burgundy was soon wiped off the face of the earth as it sided with the Germans in the war in the at the time very weak Kingdom of Castille and Leon. The Castilians soon recovered from their weakness however and crushed both the Germans and the Burgundians.

    In the east, the Mongols could still not accept that the Polish blocked their way to Europe, and since the rivers near Kiev had proved impassable, and the fields of Levidia well defended by Lord Dudzik they decided that Lithuania was the most suiting target to attack in order to break the Polish and in the summer of 1257 they invaded.
    Lord Plast, the general who had defeated the Mongols under Khogibag at Glubokoje in 1253 was currently in Kiev but intended to return to Lithuania as soon as he received words of the invasion. He did not do so however on the orders of Prince Boleslaw, the King's oldest son, who was currently in command of the Polish army in Lithuania. Instead he requested reinforcements from Kiev, while he himself would finally get the chance to prove himself in battle.

    The Battle of Kupiskis

    The Mongol army was under the command of no other than Prince Batu himself, still a young an adventurous man of about the same age as Boleslaw. The battle of Kupiskis thus turned into a battle where two young princes would test their skill, and first see battle, against each other.

    Although young and inexperienced, the two generals knew what they were facing. Indeed the Polish had never been defeated by the Golden Khanate, but the high casualties suffered at Glubokoje had proved that the Mongols were able inflicting heavy casualties and possibly even beat the tactics developed by Lord Dudzik in the early 1240-ies.
    Batu on the other hand knew that he was facing a seemingly unbreakable and impregnable force of heavy infantry with heavy arbalests that could easily penetrate the light armour of the Mongols while at the same time out-ranging their own bows. The Polish halberdiers were also infamous for brutally slaughtering all cavalry, light as well as heavy. Their hooked halberds slew the beloved horses of the Mongols or dragged the horsemen out of the saddle and down to the ground where he was most likely killed before he again came to his feet.
    At Kupinski in northern Lithuania the two generals and their armies met, but with the reinforcements from Kiev the Polish were - for once - not heavily outnumbered and in fact the armies were almost equal in number. Already now the odds seemed heavily in favour of Boleslaw, but as rain started to pour down just before the battle commenced the Polish rejoiced as this did not only weaken the bowshot of the Mongol bows but also rendered the two bombards that Batu had brought with him useless.
    Boleslaw had positioned his men in a variation of Dudzik's tactic. His line now followed the outline of a small forest, making the Polish line-up slightly S-shaped. In the front were - as always - the deadly arbalesters and right behind them, in the cover of the woods, were the halberdiers. The Prince himself and his retinue hid further into the woods where they would be safe from all arrows and able to strike at any Mongols trying to outflank their position.
    Dissapointed at the outcome of the weather, Batu chose a more careful approach which resulted in him achieving nothing at all. He sent his horse archers in small groups while his infantry positioned itself at the Polish right flank. The infantry was not easily disposed of but the horse archers sent to meet the Polish centre in an archery duel were crushingly defeated and fled the field after suffering disastrous casualties.
    Already now seeing that his plan had failed, Batu now took his own unit of heavy cavalry to the Polish right flank while he sent his own brother, Chagatai, and his unit towards the Polish centre. Chagatai's unit was so heavily decimated by arbalest fire that it retreated even before it reached the Polish. This earned Chagatai the deserved reputation of a good runner and this would haunt for the rest of his life, even when he eventually became Khan.
    Batu, who was the older brother of Chagatai was the crown prince and heir to the Khanate, but he spent his life here in the deeply forested lands of Lithuania. He and his men charged home against the Polish halberdiers on the Polish right flank. The Mongol charge was stopped dead by the Polish counter charge and after but a few minutes of fighting, Batu was slain along with his entire retinue. The Poles now continued on to finally engage the Mongol infantry. Prince Boleslaw now rode out from the forest and helped in chasing off the remainder of the infantry. Shortly after this, the demoralized Mongols chose to retreat to catch up with the panicked Prince Chagatai who was already heading for Novgorod as fast as he ever could.



    After the battle of Kupiskis a stalemate entered on the eastern front as well and many years of peace now followed during which the Polish economy recovered from the long and tiring wars. The Polish monarchy and nobility established itself in the recently conquered lands of Franconia, Bavaria, Swabia and Austria and King Konrad himself installed himself in Swabia where he would remain for the rest of his life.
    In 1263 Prince Casimir celebrated his sixteenth birthday and he was indeed a man who reminisced many of his father. He shared the same desire for war as his father but was alos incredibly competent and he was an excellent strategic (8 star, 10 valour!).
    The years 1267 and 1269 saw the passing of two of Poland's most famous and beloved generals, Lord Dudzik of Levidia and Lord Plast of Lithuania. Both of them were buried in the at the time only partly-finished new cathedral in Krakow. This impressive building was completed in 1271 and was the largest and most splendid religious building of its time, outshining even the ones in France, Catille and Rome!
    During this time, King Konrad was always planning for war. Long had he and his forefathers wished to incorporate the vast lands of the east into their kingdom and bring the true faith to the pagans who lived there. This ambition had long been hindered by the Golden Khanate, but the re-emerging Muslim tribe of the Volga-Bulgarians in Georgia in 1270 things seemed to finally turn truly in the favour of the Polish, and in 1272 Prince Casimir invaded Finland with a large army shipping out from Lübeck.
    The Golden Horde had successfully conquered the Eurasian steppe and had continued forth into the high Caucasian mountains and into the deep forests of Smolensk and Pereyaslavl; they had even reached so far as to the Baltic Sea and the old town of Turku. But that was the furthest they got, though. The stout Catholic kingdoms of Sweden and Poland had long resisted them in the west, and the Seljuk Turks had did the same in the south. The rock that was Poland had broken the Mongol wave, and now it was the Polish who came down on the Mongols as a wave of pointed pole-arms and sharp swords. Unused to having to defend the Mongols in Finland dared not even face the mighty Prince Casimir in open battle and retreated. Inland, in the deep forests of Karelia Mongol resistance broke almost immediately, but along the coasts where they could still make contact with their lands in Novgorod they held out.
    Prince Casimir undertook a whole year of campaigning as the poor wooden forts of the Mongols held out longer than expected, but left the war in able hands in 1274 when he continued on to Novgorod. A huge army, mustered partly along the southern coast of the Baltic Sea and partly in Lithuania accompanied him. Again, the pagans fled for their lives.
    In 1273 Turku itself ultimately fell and on May 9 1274 the grand city of Novgorod fell to the Polish and Prince Casimir. The capture of Novgorod was not only important to the Polish because of the simply huge economic benefits it meant, but it was also important since this was the age-old stronghold of Poland's past enemies. The Kievan rus had used Novgorod as their capital after the Polish capture of Kiev, and then the Golden Horde had used it as their western capital. 1274 was a year of double celebration as not only did Novgorod fall, but Prince Leszek also came of age in this year.
    Khan Chagatai now suffered from a civil war following the loss of Novgorod to the Polish and Khazar to the Volga-Bulgarians. Only with great difficulty did he restore order to the Khanate, but it was now merely a shadow of its former self.

    Despite all the recent successes in the east the Kingdom of Poland mourned in 1275 as King Konrad I died on January 18 that year. Many wars and many wounds from these wars had undoubtedly hastened the king's somewhat premature death and although he never acquired the glorious death in battle that he had dreamt of, at least he passed away peacefully in his sleep rather than dying in great pain after weeks of illness.
    Although both Prince Boleslaw, Kazimierz and Wladyslaw could now make claim to the throne before him, they decided that the crown should pass on to their younger brother Casimir, the conqueror of Novgorod and the finest military commander of his time. He ascended to the throne on April 17 1275 at the age of 28 as King Casimir I, King of all Poland, Denmark, Kiev and Hungary, Lord of Swabia and Prince of Novgorod.

    The Kingdom of Poland in 1275:


    King Casimir I of Poland:


    The Castille-Leonese recovered remarkably enough and even expanded! And now they're almost catching up with me in GA-points as they gained a lot while re-conquering the lost. They're excommunicated and at war with Sicily though so with a little luck they'll collapse yet again, this time to see some re-emergences.
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    Ihave some disappionting news. Due to both the age of my computer, CTD's, and corrupt save files, the Kingdom of Bohemia has ceased to exist. Still, I'm getting a new computer in a week, so I would like to know which of the following factions you would like to hear about. I will post the final chapter of my bohemian campaign soon too. The factions will be from the pocket mod.

    Byzantines, HRE, Russians, Almohads, Spainish, or Turks.

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    Quote Originally Posted by YourLordandConqueror
    Ihave some disappionting news. Due to both the age of my computer, CTD's, and corrupt save files, the Kingdom of Bohemia has ceased to exist. Still, I'm getting a new computer in a week, so I would like to know which of the following factions you would like to hear about. I will post the final chapter of my bohemian campaign soon too. The factions will be from the pocket mod.

    Byzantines, HRE, Russians, Almohads, Spainish, or Turks.
    I haven't yet seen a history of Russia or the Turks yet, so I would like one of those two. If I had to pick, I would say Russia, though.
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    Quote Originally Posted by greaterkhaan
    I haven't yet seen a history of Russia or the Turks yet, so I would like one of those two. If I had to pick, I would say Russia, though.
    I will second that nomination!

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    3 votes Russia, 0 votes Turks. If I don't get anymore votes by monday, I'll go with the Russians on High GA. I love the challenge they present, although I will modifiy them to have access to feudal units and RK, if this is acceptable.

    Oh, and don't forget the Archive! We need more contributers!
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    Go with Russia. It was one of my most favorite campaigns. I turtled, sort of, and let the world around me evolve until the Mongols came. At that point, it became a war of persecution. :P

    High makes things a bit tougher, as the Mongols come right away and you've got little time to consolidate. Good luck!

    EDIT: Innocentius, I've had historical problems with the Poles. I can never get a game to go as planned, and always seem to get my bum roundly spanked. :D
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    Quote Originally Posted by danfda
    EDIT: Innocentius, I've had historical problems with the Poles. I can never get a game to go as planned, and always seem to get my bum roundly spanked. :D
    As have I. About the only time I've ever done real well with the Poles was when I made an immediate grab for the HRE. My orininal plan was just to grab Franconia, for the iron, and get peace with the HRE. They refused peace and I had to defend against about three or so assualts. However, at this point, the HRE, as they always seem to do, got ganged up on by France, Italy, and Aragon as well. I ended up taking advantage and split HRE territory with France, Italy, and Aragon.
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    Apologies for the delay in getting the latest instalment posted....

    Bamff’s Aragonese Escapade

    Chapter 6 – The Age of Opportunism (1200 - 1205)

    King Fernando smiled inwardly as the news quickly became more widespread. King William I of Sicily had been discovered to maintain a comprehensive network of spies. This revelation had caused scandal throughout Sicily, and indeed through all of Europe, and even more so as more and more evidence became public.
    William had, naturally enough, denied the charges as “scurrilous lies”, and this had simply served to deepen his problem as his credibility all but vanished.
    Fernando’s smile, while in part due to the fall from grace of a rival monarch, and the possible opportunites that it may open for himself and his kingdom, was because he was relishing the delicious irony that it had been his network of spies that had uncovered William’s dark secret. Indeed, the Aragonese spies continued their shadowy work in Sicily even at this very moment, and continued to feed a stream of evidence against William to the stunned Catholic world.
    Indeed, the very next year, Aragonese agents provide Fernando with evidence that William also operated a network of assassins. The news, together with supporting evidence (both discovered and “manufactured”) is surreptitiously passed on via agents in Rome and Genoa, to avoid any hint of Aragonese involvement. All across Europe, William’s many victims cry out for vengeance.
    The sharp decline in William’s popularity, combined with the loss of Malta to Vitale Guiliani’s rebellion of 1199 had left him as a monarch under threat in his own lands. His next move had to be very carefully planned, lest it be his last.
    Consequently Fernando was amazed that his Sicilian counterpart prevaricated so about sending a force to reclaim Malta and subdue Guiliani. Still, the indecisiveness of King William of Sicily did create a window of opportunity for Aragon, and Fernando was anxious to act quickly, before that window could be closed.
    He summoned Lord de Molina.
    “Your Majesty.”
    “Enter, de Molina, enter. Lord Berenguer’s force is assembled? The ships stand ready?”
    “Yes, my Lord, all is in readiness. Lord Berenguer simply awaits your order.”
    “Then send word at once. Our army shall sail on the morning tide for Malta.”
    “As you wish, Majesty.”
    Lord de Molina bowed deeply and began to withdraw from the room, when King Fernando’s voice stopped him. “Hold, de Molina. What news from Rome?”
    “Excellent news, Majesty. Pope Innocent has given our proposed crusade his blessing, and has issued a proclamation calling all good Christian soldiers to rally to our banner to support our holy mission against the Saracens in Mesopotamia.”
    “Good, good. Our emissary in Rome has indeed done well. Thank you, you may retire now. Hurry to Lord Berenguer, so that he may get his troops aboard ship.”
    “Yes, Majesty.”
    The Battle of Valletta
    Lord Berenguer surveyed the landscape that stretched out before him. Directly to the front of his army was a small coastal village. He did not know its name. Indeed, he mused, the place was so small that perhaps it did not have a name. Beyond the village, to the right of his force, he could see the shimmering blue of the sea. A couple of white seagoing birds wheeled gracefully in the pale blue sky. He inhaled deeply, savouring the salty ozone. His eyes closed, and for a moment he was sitting in front of large house adjacent to the village, looking out over his fields that were tended by the village peasantry.
    “Old fool!” he reproached himself, and smiled inwardly “You are not yet ready to retire, Berenguer. There is at least one battle to be fought first.”
    Berenguer’s scouts had reported that Vitale Guiliani’s army had positioned itself on the hillside that rose beyond the forest that overlooked the village. Some of the local inhabitants of the village had been very forthcoming about the likely composition of Guiliani’s army. The army was apparently very strong indeed in terms of archers and crossbowmen, but possessed no cavalry whatsoever. Speed and mobility would therefore be the advantages that Berenguer would use in the forthcoming battle.
    He ordered one troop of Jinetes under the leadership of his trusted lieutenant Don Martin Gonzalo, accompanied by a squadron of royal knights, to wheel around to the enemy’s left flank. Similarly, his second company of Jinetes, under Don Lope Mendoza, was to wheel around the enemy’s right flank. Again these troops would be supported by a troop of royal knights.
    The bulk of his force would advance through the small forest that topped the hills to the south of the nameless, peaceful village.
    Don Martin Gonzalo’s Jinetes advanced and hurled their javelins into the flank of the enemy armoured spears. These men wheeled to face their tormentors, and at the same time the Maltese crossbowmen manoeuvred to fire upon the Jinetes. Meanwhile the enemy forces on their opposing flank were also hurriedly shifting position to face the Jinetes of Don Lope Mendoza.
    Time and again, the two units of Jinetes advanced, hurled their deadly javelins, then withdrew. The Maltese force was now in complete chaos. Lord Berenguer saw that his Jinetes had now created exactly the situation that he needed – all of the enemy spears, militia, and militia sergeants were now tightly pinned in the centre of the enemy, with the archers forming the outer line. On Berenguer’s signal, the knights positioned on both flanks, together with the Jinetes, charged the enemy. At the same time, Berenguer’s Knights of Santiago charged from the forest, with the support of two regiments of feudal footknights.
    The Maltese were routed. Most, including their leader, chose surrender in the face of this fearsome attack. 127 Maltese loyalists perish, 302 are captured. Only 21 Aragonese lives are lost. Berenguer is hailed throughout Europe as a “Skilled Attacker".



    Opportunities in the East
    Meanwhile in the Far East, the Aragonese offensive against Egypt continues unabated. Prince Ferdinand invades Syria, and is somewhat disappointed to find that his adversaries have no will to fight. The Egyptians flee in total disarray. At the same time, further to the south, Don Pedro de la Cerda marches into Palestine. Once again, the once proud Egyptian armies show themselves as a mere shadow of their former glory, as they retreat with indecent haste. Both of these Egyptian armies find themselves with nowhere to run, however, and scores of Egyptian troops are captured.
    The Battle of Wattarrya Depression
    Prince Garc, the king’s brother, leads the third prong of the Aragonese strike, marching eastward into Arabia. The Egyptian general commanding the garrison of that parched and inhospitable province is Asad al-din Shirkoh.
    The Egyptians set their position on the sandy hills overlooking the depression. Curiously, he positions his artillery down the slope in the depression itself.
    “An odd disposition indeed,” muses Prince Garc, as he looks down from the hills on the opposing side of the depression.
    “Why in that position the ballista cannot elevate sufficiently to take aim upon our positions. What do you make of it, Lord Granvelle?”
    The veteran Jinete surveyed the scene before him.
    “My only thought, my Prince, is that the Egyptians initially positioned themselves in the depression to conceal their strength. The bulk of the force has relocated up the slope upon sighting our approach - note the disturbed sand on that face of the hill. The artillery have not been able to move with the rest of the force. They will take no significant part in the battle.”
    The Prince rejoined “Agreed. Our position here atop this hill is one so advantageous that I would be loathe not to use it to our advantage. There is also the issue of the Egyptian spears to be considered. Perhaps both birds could be addressed with the one stone, so to speak. Don Gonzalo Rodriguez’s Jinetes are already positioned on our left flank, and your men to the right. Note that the Egyptians have positioned all of the archers in the centre of their line. If the Jinetes were to make their way around either flank, they could wreak havoc with the enemy spears and draw the Egyptians back towards our archers.”
    “Making them attack our strong defensive position. My Prince, you are indeed inspired this day.”
    The plan works perfectly, with Enriquez’ Jinetes the first to strike. In a series of skirmishes, one regiment of Nubian spearmen is reduced from 100 men to a mere 46. They retreat in disarray, their position being taken by two regiments of Saracen infantry, which the Jinetes cunningly tease into pursuing them. The Saracens charge right into the teeth of the Aragonese archers, and as they struggle up the soft sand of the large dune upon which Prince Garc has positioned his army, the casualties are horrendous.
    On the Egyptian left flank, it is a similar story. Lord Granvelle’s Jinetes play havoc with a regiment of Saracen Infantry and one of Nubian spears, before leading them back into range of the Aragonese archers. The Nubians are destroyed, with only 25 surviving to flee in terror. The Saracens press on gamely, but are by now sorely reduced in number.
    Asad al-din Shirkoh races to the aid of his Saracen infantry, committing all of his forces to a vain charge against the Aragonese positions. It is a fatal error. As the Aragonese archers empty their quivers, the feudal foot knights of Don Garc Mendez and the redoubtable Don Hernando Pacheco, and the feudal men at arms of Don Pedro Gustios and Don Pedro de Luna sweep down the slope. None of the Egyptian foot can withstand the weight of their charge, and with the Egyptian camel forces pinned by the Aragonese feudal sergeants, it is not long before the Egpytian forces buckle.
    Asad al-din Shirkoh is fighting as a man possessed, striking down the infidel enemies of Allah, when he suddenly feels the force of a mule’s kick beneath his right shoulder blade. As he stands, he feels curiously dizzy, even light headed. He spits out the sand that he swallowed on falling from his camel, and is perplexed to note it is red. An Aragonese arrow has pierced his back, all the way to his lung. He is already dying as Don Garc Mendez reaches him, though he does not realise it. The Aragonese knight speeds Shirkoh on his journey, running the Egyptian general through. The death of their general causes the final vestiges of resistance to crumble, and the surviving Egyptians flee the field. In all, some 541 Egyptian troops have died on this day. 357 surrender. Prince Garc has achieved his remarkable victory with the loss of a paltry 72 Aragonese soldiers.


    The Egyptian camels are put to flight



    The battle marks the end of the Egyptian empire. Sultan Baybars and both of his sons were amongst those captured fleeing Palestine, and all three are executed.
    In 1201, the Pope rewards King Fernando with the gift of 1,000 florins for services to the church.
    Turkish Despair, Aragonese Delight
    Two years later, the Aragonese crusaders arrive in Mesopotamia. The Turks, already hard pressed by Russian attacks against their northernmost provinces, do not have the manpower to resist, and abandon the province with no resistance.
    Don Pedro de la Cerda leads the Aragonese annexation of Edessa in 1204.
    The Battle of Mardin
    The Turkish general, Uthman al Bunduquari, leads a spirited defence of the province throughout the latter part of 1204, but his forces are ultimately overwhelmed at the Battle of Mardin in April, 1205. The Turkish general commits the cardinal error of disposing his troops in the township of Mardin itself, at the base of a gently sloping valley.
    For Don Pedro de la Cerda’s army, it is as easy as shooting fish in a barrel. The Turkish forces find their movement sorely restricted by the buildings of the township, and the Aragonese archers and Jinetes exact a terrible toll. Eventually, Uthman al Bunduquari gives the order to withdraw from the village. By this time, however, the Aragonese knights are already behind the village. With a steady wall of spears in the form of three regiments of feudal sergeants pressing their front, feudal foot knights closing in on both left and right flanks, and now royal knights charging through their rear positions, the Turkish forces break and run. As they flee in complete disarray, the job of mopping up falls to the Aragonese knights and jinetes, who take to their task with relish. A total of 527 Turks are slain, including al Bunduquari, and 143 captured. 148 Aragonese soldiers die in securing this victory.



    The Turks are now reduced to but a single province, and it appears that this too will soon fall to either the Aragonese or their Russian allies. They no longer present a significant threat to Aragonese provinces in the east.
    King Fernando is pleased indeed. With a northern border of just three provinces for his eastern territories, stretching from Antioch through Edessa to Mesopotamia, Aragonese garrison requirements in the region are drastically reduced, particularly in light of the severely weakened position of the two possible adversaries in the region. The Armenians and the Turks are both under extreme pressure from Aragon’s great ally, Russia. Whilst the Armenians were not enemies, their constant refusals of offered alliances caused King Fernando to view them with some measure of mistrust.
    This situation leaves a number of troops available for redeployment or, in the case of units that have been campaigning for some years now, retraining and re-equipping. Significant advances in arms and armour have been made since some of these troops left the Iberian Peninsula.
    Fernando’s fingers trace slowly over Anjou and Brittany. The Jacquerie now control both provinces, and Normandy, and have become increasingly powerful, having defeated armies from Genoa, England, and Norway in recent years. Perhaps it is time to reign in these independent Frenchmen….

    Previous Chapters of This Campaign
    Chapter 5 - https://forums.totalwar.org/vb/showp...postcount=1061
    Chapter 4 - https://forums.totalwar.org/vb/showp...postcount=1039
    Chapter 3 - https://forums.totalwar.org/vb/showp...postcount=1033
    Chapter 2 - https://forums.totalwar.org/vb/showp...postcount=1014
    Chapter 1 - https://forums.totalwar.org/vb/showp...postcount=1000
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    Just to make Martok's weekend, the long delayed 3rd episode of King Kurt's great teutonic adventure!! - My apologies it took soooo long - life has just been so hectic that I haven't been able to fit it in. hopefully the next episode will be along a bit quicker.

    DOWN TO THE SONDERING SEA AND ON TO THE GLEAMMING SPIRES

    Grandmaster Goswin von Hercke grimaced as the artillerymen tightened the ratchet of the catapult. A secret fear was the infernal machine flying apart as it reached its critical tension. He held his breath as the artillery commander made the final adjustments before exhaling as the catapult released its missile with an almighty crash. The rock flew through the air in apparent slow motion before smashing into the gate of the Russian fort approximately 200 metres away. The impact smashed wood splinters into a starburst of destruction as the relentless bombardment wore down the entrance into the fort. Soon the gate would be breeched and Goswin’s troops would pour in with a flood of blood and pillage to level the town in an orgy of destruction. Goswin hated the wonton waste but lessons must be taught. The news of each town levelled spread before them, making the taking of each settlement that little bit easier.

    The fort was about 200 leagues to the south of Kiev, the latest episode in a highly successful campaign against the Russians. For the last 6 years the Order had driven down through the Russian lands from their bases in the North. Cities and castles had fallen and now the Order controlled all the land from Livonia down to south of Kiev. The great arsenals of Moscow and Kiev were in the hands of the Order, as were the sweeping plains of the Steppes. To the east, their border was now Volga-Bulgaria and Khazar owned by the Order’s newest ally – the Mongols. The alliance with the Mongols had been the final piece in the jigsaw, allowing the Order to wage unrestricted war on the Russians, crushing them at every turn and driving them ever southwards. A grim smile of satisfaction spread over Goswin’s lips as he reflected on the campaign. His armies had swept all in front of them. His empire was now substantial and his power had never been greater. A change indeed from the doldrums of Grandmaster Karl’s reign when the Order had been at peace but poor.

    Goswin’s thoughts were disturbed by the arrival of a small group of riders approaching him from the south. He quickly recognised several members of his inner retinue as well as Prince Arnold. The group rode with a reckless abandon, driven by an obvious sense of excitement. As they neared, the leading rider hailed him – “Sire, sire – come with us – a wondrous sight to see” Goswin frowned – what could be so important to distract him from the relentless business of war. However, their enthusiasm soon won him over and he joined them in galloping off to the south and a nearby ridge of hills – the siege could be left in the hands of his sub commanders.

    After an hour’s ride, the small group breasted the hill. Before them spread a fertile plain – just had often been the case in the long path from the frozen fields of Livonia, far to the north. But this time a different feature brought a new radiance to the vista. Glinting across the horizon was a clear vivid slash of sparkling blue. The nearest rider to Goswin turned towards him, his face alive with excitement and wonder – “Sire” he spoke breathlessly, “I give you the wonder of the Great Southern Sea. Your Kingdom now stretches from the North to the South of the eastern lands. This is truly the window on our future, for beyond lies the wonder of the Levant, of Constantinople and the Holy Land. There will be our destiny.” Goswin noticed the tear in the eye of his companion. He smiled and inwardly forgave the courtier’s enthusiasm. His views may be gushing, but he was correct. The Order had reached a pinnacle in its history and there were new horizons opening for them. He turned to face his companions. “I thank you gentlemen for bringing me here today. I applaud your enthusiasm and share your vision of the future. Let us now return to our camp. We have work still to do and plans to prepare.”

    Three months later, Goswin stood in front of the altar in Riga Cathedral. With him was Arch Bishop Ferdinand, spiritual advisor to the Teutonic Order. With due reverence, they conversed in hushed tones. “Sire, your Empire has never been stronger and is a true reflection of the glory of god”. “Yes, but I feel that I must repay the support that the Lord and the church has given to me, allowing the Order to achieve all it has. “ Sire, perhaps I may be so bold to suggest a path. Our church has links with monasteries in Bulgaria. Increasingly they are persecuted by the Serbs, an oppressive Orthodox nation with no respect to the one true church. A crusade to assist the word of God in those parts would be well received by the Holy Father in Rome. Goswin paused. “The Serbs you say. I know little of these people. What is the extent of their lands?” “Sire, they stretch from Bulgaria to the Adriatic sea to the west, to Greece to the south and to Constantinople to the east.” At the mention of Constantinople, Goswin’s eyes sparkled. After the briefest moment of reflection, Goswin turned to the high altar and his resonant tones filled the cathedral to the very rafters. “As God is my witness, the brethren in Bulgaria must be protected. Send word to the Chapter House that I, Grandmaster Goswin do declare a Crusade to Bulgaria to deliver it from the hands of the heathen Serbs. Send word to all corners of my land that I expect to see all God fearing men on the muster fields as part of this Holy Crusade.”

    Soon a mighty army, driven by religious zeal was marching south, its numbers growing with every province it crossed. On the plains of Bulgaria, the crusade, bolstered by the Order’s main army meet and shattered the forces of Serbia. There then followed a swift, savage campaign with the Serbian lands falling to the advancing armies of the Order. Soon the army of Goswin stood before the very walls of Constantinople itself. As he pondered an assault, messengers brought him word that the remnants of the Serbian kingdom had fallen into disarray and civil war. Goswin called his High Chancellor to him. “Time for some sharp words, not sharp swords, I think. Enter the city, meet with these rebels. I’m sure some gold coin will ease the path to common sense.” 3 days later, Goswin’s assessment of the matter bore fruit. The city’s main gates were thrown open and Goswin rode in at the head of his army with the defenders wearing their new Teutonic Order favours.

    Goswin rode to the Imperial Palace – a building with its roots in the days of the Byzantines. Astride his horse, he turned to face the crowd and his voice echoed across the square “Today we thank the Lord for the triumph of our arms and the success of our Crusade. From the shores of the Baltic to the Sea of Mamara no one can stand before us. We truly are the sword of the Catholic Church. Today we return this great city to the one true faith. Tomorrow we begin our plans to restore the Christian church to its roots in Palestine.” The roar from the crowd echoed round the square as Goswin entered the palace.

    REFLECTION

    The campaign continues well. The empire is finacially sound and growing nicely. The destruction of the the Russians was quite straight forward, especially as the Horde became allies as we began our attacks. With a combination of our attacks and theirs plus not having to worry about the mongols attacking me, it was easy going. The Crusade was a natural step and, although the Serbs were a reasonable force they struggled against the quality of the Order - My armies now are CMAA, order foot, arbs, halberdiers and a nice mix of cavalry care of the Princes etc. Livonia is well on the way to making Teutonic Knights, so we should be producing those soon. Hopefully the next episode does not take so long.
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    Bravo, Kurt! However long it's been since you last posted an AAR, your storytelling abilities clearly haven't suffered in the interim. My congratulations to Goswin on his unparalleled success!
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    Hooray, bamff, King Kurt and all the others who posted in the past two weeks! Great campaigns going on, and a good storytelling on top.

    thumbs up!
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    So I'm playing as the Polish in Early XL on Hard. Things went well at first; I conquered Moldavia and Volhynia in a war with the Cumans; I bribed Prussia and Pomerania and managed to keep them from revolting; then I attacked the Lithuanians around 1120 and got Lithuania and Livonia (but had to abandon Livonia). Around 1125 I found myself at war with Sweden, Denmark, Lithuania, and Novgorod. That was pretty tough but the Danes made peace with me fairly quickly and so did the Swedes. During this time I was marrying princesses off to my Russian allies left and right because I wanted to get rid of them and I thought nothing would happen. Around 1135 I was at peace with everybody except Novgorod so I took almost all of my men and prepared to wipe them out. I guess my two mistakes were marrying off all of my princesses to foreigners and not leaving enough men to guard my back. The treacherous Bohemians attacked me; my king died without any heirs but I still had some royal uncles. Next thing I know, the year 1140 rolls around I'm left with only the province of Novgorod, and my entire empire (Prussia, Pomerian, Greater and Lesser Poland, Silesia, Moldavia, Volhynia, Lithuania) has gone over to the Kievans. So at that point I was shocked and discouraged but I decided to keep playing. In 1180 I invaded Livonia which was the Lithuanians last province and I wiped them out. Then I just kept biding my time. Around 1225 the Swedes held Pomeria, Denmark, Scania, Norway, Sweden, Finland, and Estonia. Well they fell into a civil war. Denmark became rebel so I bribed it; then I invaded Finland and Estonia and sunk their navy in the Baltic. Then I moved in and wiped them out. So for about 50 years now I've been holding my own in the remote northern regions of Europe. The Mongols are super-weak; they were faced by two very strong nations (Turks and Russians) and didn't get too far. The Turks are scary strong; their empire goes from Volga-Bulgaria all the way through the Middle East (they wiped out the Fatimids) and lately they've been attacking Spain.

    So I'm still just biding my time. I'll post a picture later but I'm not at my own computer right now. This has certainly been one of the most fun campaigns I've played so far. At one point the Hungarians had this five-star Inquisitor who kept killing some of my good generals, so I sent about eight Inquisitors into Hungary and killed off three of their 4-6 star generals. Also I assassinated their Inquisitor. Take that, you dumb Magyars.

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    Part Nine of an Account of a VI 2.01 campaign as the Almohads

    Idris the Thunderbolt


    Sitting at his gardens in Pamplona in the Spring of 1324, Umar III gathered his youngest sons around him to play with toy soldiers on the tiled floors. He was explaining to Ibrahim and Muhammed, aged 11 and 9 respectively, how the treacherous attack of the Emperor Andronicus had been repulsed from Chernigov, how the isolated Byzantine garrison of Peryslavl had been roundly defeated and driven back upon to its walls. Even now the Khalifah awaited word from Al Hakam, his veteran Master of Horses, that the fortress had been reduced and its garrison slaughtered or enslaved. The question now was whether to strike back at Andronicus or continue his other war in the east with Chort, Prince of Novgorod. Neither Chort nor Andronicus had proved an able battle commander, but in Smolensk the Boyar Champion Kuritsa Zhivnobudov, reputedly the world’s finest warrior, commanded respect from friend and foe alike. Umar had repeatedly sought peaceful terms with both of the Eastern princes and had always been rebuffed. War had been forced upon him, and he was determined to seek victory.

    A scornful voice crossed the portico: “What are Andronicus and Chort to the Commander of the Faithful? Who is it that truly threatens the peace of your realm, father? You play at bat-and-ball on the Russian steppe, while all the while your true enemy lurks like a gross and bloated spider on the border of your richest territory. I tell you, father, you will have no peace while the Great Khan lives.”

    Umar looked up into the eyes of his middle son, 14 year old Idris. Of all his boys, he felt this was the one he knew the least, and yet he suspected this was the one most like to himself.

    Umar’s wives had borne him five sons. Eldest of these was Yusuf, known as “Yusuf the Dane” as it was rumoured his mother had been the Danish Princess Margrethe. Tall, fair and puissant-at-arms, Yusuf’s tactical sense extended no further than the reach of his lance. Next was Ali, easily the cleverest of the five, materialistic and greedy. He would have made a fine son to a grain merchant, but not to a king. The younger boys were harder to judge, their characters not yet fully formed, but Umar could tell that this Idris was staking a claim to his father’s attention.

    “The Golden Horde has not moved against your realm since Grandfather’s time,” he continued. “And yet your maintain more troops upon that frontier, at more expense, than you do in any other part of the realm. Surely, by that token, Khan Bhatu represents the greatest threat to our peace; and surely, by that token, it is against him you should move before diverting your attention to the north-east?”

    “Bold words, my lad,” replied the Khalifah. “Many a commander has come to grief against the might of the Mongols. Defending Syria is one thing, where he must cross the desert and attack the hills. But how would you defeat him in his own lands, where the choice of terrain is his own?”

    “It is no simple thing,” the prince conceded, “but it might be done. Stout infantry would be needed, to hold the line against is heavy horse. Arbalests and guns enough to make him rue the exchange of fire, and force him to the attack should he prove unwilling. And swift horsemen to challenge his mounted archers.” Idris set out the toy soldiers in demonstration of his plan. “Timing would be everything – to attack too soon would be to lose everything.”

    The Khalifah stroked his beard, proud that his son showed such appreciation of the arts of war.

    “For some years,” he mused, “I have been raising companies in the mountains of Switzerland. They are hardy mountain men, experts in the use of the halberd. It has long been in my mind that they might be a match for the Golden Horde.”

    Idris shrugged his shoulders: “Any men well led might fulfil my plan. I do not trust these Swiss. Their governor is a rogue that you should hang, as you have hanged many for lesser crimes these last years. Shall I go to fight Khan Bhatu, father?”

    Umar laughed: “Soon enough, my son, soon enough.”

    Idris was yet a boy. Preparations were made for war, but it was Ibn Tashufin, Governor of Constantinople, who was sent the next year to attack Bhatu in Georgia with the new Swiss regiments and troops of Levantine arquebusiers. Faced with this might the Mongols quailed – at the first exchange of gunfire they turned at quit the field. The following year, 1326, Bhatu returned with the whole strength of the Golden Horde, but now Ibn Tashufin held a defensive position. The initial assault was broken and the Khan himself slain early on. During a protracted fight, the defenders weathered a deadly hail of arrows from the Mongol horse archers, sheltering behind mounds of dead horses as their own arrows and bullets were spent upon the horde. Sally after sally was launched by Armenian and Cyrenaican horsemen, who fought until exhausted and too often paid the price. But the victory was spectacular. Barely a third of the Mongol army returned to Armenia where Khobibag II, Bhatu’s son, was declared Khan of a much-diminished Golden Horde. The victor, Ibn Tashufin, was richly rewarded for his efforts, and rightly so. He had not shied from danger and fully half his bodyguards had been slain in the fight with Bhatu.

    In 1327 the Almohad army closed in on Khobibag. This time it was the plan’s architect, the 17 year old Prince Idris, who led them, and his army was not made up of Swiss halberdiers or gunners but of Syrian veterans. Sensing that he would need to match the mobility of the Mongols, Idris based his infantry force around Nubian and Muwahid spearmen. He was backed by swift Saharan horsemen, desert bowmen and arbalesters rather than slow-firing arquebusiers. But for the serpentine and demi-cannon pieces he brought to the battle, his troops were little different from those with which Amir Buluggin had first challenged the horde a century earlier

    Khobibag had prepared his ground with a deep ravine separating the two armies. This was clearly set as a trap for Idris, but it was in fact Khobibag himself who was lured in by the bait of a small light cavalry force approaching his guns (two mortars). On the far slope, the Mongols faltered, at one point ambushed by a company of Almohad Militia hidden in woods. As the Mongol nobility began to break, and Almohad horsemen streamed to attack Khobibag’s footsoldiers as they struggled across the gap, the Khan himself took up the sword and rode into the fray. A company of Almohad Faris bore the brunt of this assault and were driven off. This was too much for the young prince to bear. Leading his own household Ghulams, he descended the slope like a thunderbolt, sweeping Khobibag’s standard to the ground with one stroke. One by one the Mongol guards were cut down, and the Khan turned to fly back to his own lines, where reinforcements were starting to arrive. Undaunted, Idris followed him to right under the bows of his warriors and delivered the final coup de grace before turning back in haste. Whether or not it was Idris himself who struck the fatal blow may be disputed, but there is no doubt the young prince was there when the last Khan fell.

    The Mongols sent wave after wave of mounted archers to avenge their lord, but Idris used the terrain to confound them. He would draw them across the ravine, where his own archers decimated them, and then counter attack with his swift Saharan cavalrymen. In the woods on the far side of the ravine he concealed two units of Muwahid spearmen who dealt severely with any foe who attempted to make the crossing under cover. Exhausted by charge and counter-charge, the Saharans suffered heavy losses, but at last they put the enemy to flight. The Golden Horde was broken utterly. Its last survivors paused only to set fire to their own stronghold before flying back to the steppe, never to return.

    News of this great victory reached the Khalifah through his faithful general Ibn Tashufin, who had returned to Pamplona to refit his personal guard. Not a detail of the battle was spared, the veteran warrior adding in awed tones: “Was ever a king blessed with such a fine son?”

    “A good question, old friend,” replied the Khalifah, lost in thought. For a moment he was silent, and then he added: “My son is a fine warrior. The spirit of his forefathers lives on through him. But he is born to lead, not to serve, and he has already tasted the blood of kings.”

    The Khalifah paused again and watched the younger princes playing in the courtyard below. Already they seemed to have grown into young men.

    “I have two sons before Idris,” he continued, “and it cannot be long before the conqueror of Armenia measures his worth against his elders. How then will that fall out for our people.” He sighed. “May Allah forgive me for what I must now do...”
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    Brilliant, Bregil! Surely you have a bard's touch.
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    Ok, here goes my Empire and "story".

    I was playing as England becaiuse I realised it's important strategic value when it comes to world domination, anyway, I started by reunifying England and conquering local countries(France/Ireland) and then I moved east to wipe out the hostile Germans, later on I carved and Empire in Spain(all of it) and I then went on t Africa with my SOD's I had just created, lol.

    I was in Africa and later on, guess what happened? a Civil War broke out! just as my Empire had reached it's Highest rank as a world power a Civil War Broke out, I choase to remain loyal to the loyalists and I ALMOST beat back the civil war, my SOD's were broken in half cause of the civil war so my crusading immedietally stopped, later on a battle at my "Capital" saw my forces head back and let Egypt take lands from me, in the midst of the battle, my Emperor was killed and my family line ceased to exist, the game ended with me owning most of the world, but losing it to Vile Heretics and Traitors, and to add to all that, the Pope Execommunicated me WHILE I was at Civil War, lol.


    Ironically, my Story is almost like 40K(The Horus Heresy) lol.

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    Nice story, Da Doom Guy! A pity your empire collapsed, but at least you did so in a spectacular fashion.
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    Part Ten of an Account of a VI 2.01 campaign as the Almohads

    The Sons of Umar III


    The time had come for the Almohads to finally settle all scores with their Orthodox foes. The demise of the Golden Horde freed up thousands of men for this new campaign. Many were desert warriors, unsuited to the harsh conditions to be expected upon the steppe, and these were withdrawn to Syria, but the rest took ship from Trebizond, the greatest armada the world had ever seen. They landed in Novgorod whence Prince Chort, hopelessly outnumbered, declined the chance of battle and fled. Under the command of Prince Idris – “the Thunderbolt” – the great army gave pursuit, to Smolensk where the army of Novgorod must either triumph or be destroyed.

    Meanwhile the two elder Princes – Yusuf and Ali – were given the less honourable task of routing the burghers of Livonia, who had but recently freed themselves of the Byzantine yoke. This was achieved, though the citadel of Livonia held out and seemed unlikely to fall to siege. Reinforced by troops serving under the Amir Abu Badis, the brothers turned south to Lithuania where a substantial Byzantine force awaited them.

    The younger princes, Ibrahim and Muhammed, were of an age now to prepare to join their brothers. The Khalifah Umar marked well how these two had developed over the last few years. Ibrahim, known as “the Black” both for his coloration and the dark nature of his soul, seemed likely to prove as doughty a fighter as Yusuf “the Dane” and as able a commander as Idris “the Thunderbolt.” Muhammed, the youngest, was a materialist like Ali, but his materialism ran to an understanding of the workings of armies and empires, not merely his own purse. Umar, so well served by his bold uncles in the early part of his reign, felt confident that whichever of his sons inherited his throne, they would have strong kinsmen to support them if need be. But the question entered his mind, which of them was most fit to rule?

    Idris staked his claim in battle outside Smolensk. Expecting Chort as his opponent, he was surprised instead to meet an army led by the Russian hero Kuritsina Zhiznobudov, reputedly the greatest warrior of the age. Undaunted by the size of the Almohad army, this veteran rallied the boyars to pit their firepower and manoeuvrability against the Muslim invaders. Idris was hard pressed to keep his battle line facing the army of Novgorod as they sought to outflank him, first to his left and then on the right. But at a crucial stage of those early moves, Zhiznobudov was struck through the gorget by a longbow arrow. The hero’s death dismayed his followers, and though they rallied to launch an attack on the Almohad line, they were easily repulsed. Idris’s archers and arquebusiers easily got the better of each exchange of fire, and his cavalrymen gained the upper hand when they managed to close with the boyars. Before long the Russians were in full flight, a troop of Turcoman mercenaries chasing them from the field while Idris searched among the dead for Zhiznobudov, whose body he treated with all honour.

    But where was Prince Chort? Scouts soon reported that he had led an invasion of Lithuania. Abu Badis and the princes would therefore have to fight in a three sided battle, and the ageing general decided his aim would be allow Chort to fall on the Byzantine flank while he feinted to engage the army from the other side. Then, holding back, he would allow the two enemies to destroy one another before committing his men against the weary victors.

    Good as this plan was, it stood no chance in practice. As winter fell the Byzantine commander led Abu Badis a merry dance through the dense forest. With thick snow falling all around, the Almohad force struggled to keep in touch with their foes. Pausing to get his bearings, Abu Badis suddenly realised that as well as the army before them, a second army had gathered behind them. This was Chort and his boyars, and had not the Almohad cavalry been able to turn back in the nick of time, they would have been overrun. As it was, a desperate fight in the snow ensued, the boyars fighting well and with some element of surprise behind them. More than once they seemed to be getting the upper hand. But the princes acquitted themselves well in a bloody struggle, and finally it was Chort’s men who broke and ran, sealing his fate and that of his empire.

    The Almohads then turned back to face a strong Byzantine army that had emerged out of the forest. Though cold and weary, depleted by the fierce fight they had just won, they fought again with vigour and vim. At first the Byzantine line gave way, and many units were put to flight. But in the driving snow, the Almohads found themselves outflanked by Byzantine reinforcements, while some of the pursued rallied and started to counter-attack against the scattered and confused pursuers. Unable to co-ordinate his forces in the blizzard, Abu Badis grimly sort to break his enemies' resolve with a sudden charge – but his horses would hardly respond to the command, and he was quickly overwhelmed and made prisoner.

    Without the wily commander to guide them, the Princes Yusuf and Ali were next to helpless. As the common soldiers and mercenaries gave way and routed, the princes rallied Ghulams to their own banner and fought on, though hope soon deserted them. Yusuf vowed to bring down the enemy general and set out in pursuit – but that captain of horse-archers managed to keep on the move and evade an encounter. Meanwhile Ali and his squire – all that remained of his regiment – were last seen charging against a regiment of handgunners through the snow. The materialist at last found his mettle, though too late. On learning of his brother’s fate, Yusuf vowed to avenge him, though he groaned and swooned in the saddle for grief and shame. But his men and horses had no more stomach for fighting. As enemy regiments gathered around the Crown Prince from every side, his Ghulams seized his reins and dragged him away from the battle while he wailed his protest, and somehow their stumbling horses made good their escape.

    Abu Badis was treated with honour by the Byzantines and ransomed. The body of Prince Ali was also given to a local mosque for burial according to the proper rites. Not such was the fate of Prince Chort. Seeking shelter in a woodsman’s hut, he was slain in his sleep by the perfidious host, who then sold his head to the Byzantines for a rich reward.

    The next year (1331) settled the campaign. Idris led his thousands against Andronicus in Muscovy, where that Prince surrendered without blow being struck or arrow fired. Al-Hakam, Master of the Khalifah’s Horses, led a force of cavalrymen against the Byzantine garrison of Ryazan, killing 333 men and capturing 739 for the loss of only 17 men. Amir Ibn Mahsin, King of Scotland, gained vengeance for Ali against the defenders of Lithuania. The Amir had fallen into disgrace because of his heavy gambling, but his victory was sufficiently decisive to earn his lord’s favour once more.

    Not so Yusuf. The Crown Prince was met in Livonia by his father’s confidant, Amir Ibn Tashufin, and warned in uncertain terms that he must do penance for the death of his brother.

    “Tell my father I would die a thousand deaths to have my brother back again,” pleaded the prince.

    “A thousand deaths would not return your brother,” replied the Amir coldly, “but only one would assuage your father’s rage.”

    Soon the citadel of Livonia would fall to the relentless Amir, who battered its walls with cannon and sent men to brave the arrows, bolts and gun-stones that poured from its walls in order to slaughter the last defenders. In such a battle Yusuf might well have redeemed himself with brave acts, or else met a glorious end. But such was not his fate. He met his end in a tavern brawl three days before the siege was ended, bleeding to death from a knife wound behind the knee. How this had come to pass was not clear. One rumour had it he was seeking an agent to unlock the citadel gates for the army, and that they had argued over the fee. Another said that he had been engaging in carnal pleasures with the innkeeper’s son and was murdered either by the angry father or a jealous lover. A third suggested that he had tried to bribe a Syrian assassin to kill his father before his younger brothers could rise too far above him in the Khalifah’s eyes, but that the loyal agent had punished such treason with summary execution.

    The Khalifah received the news tearfully, and gave himself up to mourning. “Yusuf, my son,” he was heard to whisper to the breeze. “Forgive me. I loved thee dearly, as I loved thy mother. And yet... either one of you might have destroyed everything I have sought to build. For the sake of the Empire, I have done what had to be done. Rest in peace, my son.”

    Peace. With Chort and Andronicus dead, and the succession of Idris more or less assured, one might have dreamt of peace.

    But the Khalifah’s mourning was soon to be disturbed by the alarums and clarions of war. Urged on by Papal decree, Konrad of Poland crossed the border into Bohemia, and once more the Cross and the Crescent were at odds...
    Last edited by Bregil the Bowman; 06-05-2007 at 01:50.
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