Levantine Coast, autumn of 1192
"I got a bad feeling about this..."
Romanus Sophianos was the greatest general in the Empire. He had exterminated the elephant hordes of the Raj, he had crushed the Seljuqid advance at Ikonion and driven them back from Kilikia, twice, and he had triumphantly walked through the gates of Megas Antiochia, recapturing the great city from the grip of the dreaded Caliph An-Nasir. He had even survived the hellspawned plague that had snuffed the life from thousands of lesser men. He was, on all accounts, a true Roman, like the great consuls and imperators of Rome's glorious past. And now, he was reduced to the state of a lowly pirate captain heading a battered squadron of ships and a rag-tag band of mercenaries whose military prowess were limited to raiding unprotected fishing villages. Oh and he had been named Megas Dux of Kyprus. Yar...
Sophianos knew full well the fate of the last man to bear that title, Andronikos Kontostephanos: a knife in the back, courtesy of some Armenian royalist or Turkish fanatic. It seemed the position wasn't a lucky one.
Staring at the burning city of Ake from the deck of his flagship, Sophianos muttered again: "I got a bad feeling about this..."
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Nikaea, autumn 1192
The announcement of a new crusade had taken Konstantinopolis completely by surprise. When the German princes showed up under the walls of the greatest city in Christiendom, Roman commanders had to scramble up an army in haste to meet the new threat. The greatest knights of the german states, the so called Holy Roman Empire, had made the journey from Europe to relieve the pressure put on the crusader kingdom by the forces of Rome.
Kaesar Artemios Komnenos, who had spent the last year in hiding to escape the blades of his enemies and the ravages of the plague, rallied his kataphrakts abd varangian guards in the hills of Thrace before meeting en route with the forces of the Capital commanded by Ioannis Vatatzes. Armenian auxiliaries were recruited along the way, and the combined armies descended upon the besieged fortress of Nikaea.
Over one third of the crusading army under the command of Frederick von Swabia was entrenched around the castle, their proud banners flapping in the wind. The flower of european chivalry, spearmen in heavy armor, trained swordsmen and crossbowmen all filled with religious zeal and a sense of divine entitlement were assembled. The odds looked grim for the Romans.
Only the varanginoi actually seemed eager for a fight. When the trumpets sounded the charge, they were the first to throw themselves a the enemy, striking right in the center of the line, aiming for the brightly colored fanions of the enemy general.
The light roman infantry followed them as well as the armenian auxilia who were ordered to fight in hand to hand.
The kataphrakts stayed behind.
Everywhere the Latin line was holding, inflicting terrible losses upon the Romans. Then another trumpet sounded. The doors of Nikeae opened and a stream of red-clad kavalieroi thundered out, catching the enemy in the back.
They were followed by heavy roman infantry and mercenaries and the winds of battle started to turn in Rome's favor.
Seeing his army caught in a vise, Frederick ordered his knights to disengage the varangian warriors, surely planning to charge the freshly arrived Roman forces with the devastating power of his knights.
That was all the kataphraktoi had been waiting for. Frederick's knights had been the anchor of the crusader line. With him gone, the kataphrakts tore through the infantry like they were ragged dolls.
When Frederick's knights were ready to charge anew, there wasn't an army left to save, only a few groups of men trying desperately to fight for their lives.
Frederick attempted to escape but was caught up by the kataphrakts. The brave German, accepting his fate as unavoidable, commended his soul to God and steered his horse about. Drawing his sword, he met the aging but terrible Vatatzes in single combat to the battlecry "JERUSALEM!!!" But his wounds and the strain of the heavy fighting left him no chance. When the rest of Vatatzes' bodyguards caught up with them, Frederick von Swabia was already dead.
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