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The Despotate of Tarentum

 

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The Despot of Tarentum, Alexandros Callias, began today like any day he would usually. He awoke in his chambers, dressed himself, and immediately set off to his council chambers to get a better understanding of the affairs of the state for the day. The man called forth his advisers and started getting everything in order.

 

”My liege, the Romans are advancing on Lombardy! They’ve approved war against them in their cute little Senate of theirs and are preparing an invasion.” 

One particular man informed him. He drew in a long breath at that, pondering his options.

 

”We cannot let them advance freely on the peninsula. They’ll take Lombardy to bolster their strength, their numbers, and then who will they turn on? The Venetians, perhaps, to get a port, merchants, and some ships under boot. But then it’s us. We cannot let this slip through.”

Alexandros wisely lectured to his council, soon followed by applauds from several of his advisers, friends or not. He was a well liked man to be sure.

”Here’s what we’ll do. We need to ready our military. I toured through their barracks just the past year, I know their vigor is admirable but their equipment is lacking. All troops that I command will not be forced to scrape by with mere cloths, rags, and pitchforks as we were forced to do during our fight against the Frankish oppressors.”

 

And, once more, he was met with claps and cheer – in stark contrast to the war meetings of Rome or Lombardy, Tarentum was making a game of it! Alexandros ordered his Strategos, Antonios Petras, forward. Just as he said, he ordered all troops under his command, totaling near 3,500 in number, to be outfitted with at least basic iron furnishings. Alongside that, one thousand five hundred men were to be drawn from the countryside and trained over the course of several months to become a force rivaling that of the great militaristic might of Rome. Not only that, but a further galley would be constructed in the freshly built port of Taras to supplement the Tarantino navy. To afford such expenditures, Alexandros and his council empties the Tarantino treasury of 5,000 gold, wisely set aside the past year from excess that was planned to build roads, and puts it into the army and navy.

 

Alexandros resigned to his chambers soon after, the war meeting and its deliberations having ran well into the afternoon, going on evening. He sat at his desk and, for the first time in years, wept over the going-ons of the realm. ”Will this be enough, or will I be dragging my countrymen into a war we cannot win?” He murmured to himself. Truly only time would tell, as even then, only an hour or so after the meeting, riders were being sent into the countryside to pick and bring forward men for training, and pack mules were dishing out finer equipment to soldiers purchased at market in bulk. While it may or may not be true that Tarentum would come out victorious, one thing is for certain – this would be a difficult time for all of the Italian Peninsula, not just Alexandros’ portion of it.

 


 

Actions

 

Recruits are drawn from the countryside, totaling 1,500, to be trained as Medium Infantry. (3 units, T2, Regular [18,000])

 

Equipment is purchased at market in bulk and drawn from several stockpiles to outfit the entirety of the Tarantino army.

(4 units of Medium Infantry T1 > T2 [4,000], 1 unit of Light Infantry T1 > T2 [1,000], 2 units of Skirmishers T1 > T2 [2,000])

 

A galley is constructed in the port of Taras, the capital city. [2,000]

 

Total: 27,000

 

Setting 900 aside.

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AVAR KHAGANATE

RULER: IRRIK, KAGAN OF THE AVAR PEOPLES

TRADE PARTNERS: Byzantium, Scirii, Vandals, Crimeans

STANDING ALLIANCES: N/A

 


 

The Kagan sat in prayer, knelt upon a simple throw carpet, sat upon his heels in traditional eastern fashion. His eyes were closed, the only noise emitted was the deep breath through his nostrils. Perhaps, he could be mistaken for a statue did his chest did not expand with each exhale. The room around him was devoid of any life, nor color. The chamber was a mess of brown, of simple construction. Before him was a small shrine to Tengri. It was nothing more than a potted tree with inscribings written or hung upon it. He resorted to this chamber often, the only time he felt truly at peace.

 

In his mind, raced his thoughts of prayers. “Great Lord of the Eternal Blue Sky. Grant my brother and his riders fortune and vigor in battle. Let them return home unscathed. Let them strike fear into the hearts of their enemy…” He exhaled once more, then placing the palms of either of his hands together, and raising them to his face. At last, he opened his eyes to the world once more. Serenity. Calm. That was, until the trodding sound of footsteps could be heard down the length of his hall. He grunted of mere dissatisfaction, though did not turn to the sound of the soon to be visitor.

 

Sooner than he expected, the prayer room door flung open, “Irrik! My brother!”

 

Irrik turned and rose, surprised to see his brother’s return so quickly. “Senicas.” he smiled, opening his arms to wrap around his kin, “You’ve returned? I trust the campaign has gone well!”

 

His brother returned the gesture, grinning a smile as bright as the sun. “Better than we could’ve hoped!” he exclaimed. Breaking from the embrace, he quickly tossed down a bag of gold at his feet, coin clanging and spreading to every corner of the prayer room. “And more, look.” Senicas turned, gesturing to two men who stood behind him at the doorway, carrying a large trunk in their hand. They promptly flung the hinge of the chest open and revealed riches galore.

 

“By the Blue Sky…” Irrik murmured.

 

“Yes, yes. And more to come..” 

 

“I can’t let you have all the glory without me, eh? Say, shall we ride together during the next raids… Like old times?”

 

“I would be honored to ride by your side, my Kagan…”


 

FINANCES & ACTIONS

Treasury: 2,000, 3 grain

Income: 16,600 + 30,000 additional from raids

Total Available Funds: 48,600

 

10,000 Szeged is chosen as the de facto capital of the Avar Khaganate, personal territory of the Kagan. Upgrading Village to Town.

 

5,000 Construction of another tract of farmland.

 

 

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10,000 Construction of 1 Village.

 

13,500 Recruitment of 2 Units of T3 Regular Horsemasters

 

10,000 To ensure the flow of the most capable and deadly riders into the ranks of the Avar Horde, training methods in archery, melee, and horsemanship are looked into. Researching veteran training.

 

100 A sacrifice is made to Tengri

 

 

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0 Kagan Irrik takes his riders south on another campaign of raiding and plunder, targeting the Balkan peninsula in his new efforts. The cautious Kagan declares that if no appropriate route is found into Greece, they’re to turn back.

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‘And Mary said: my soul doth magnify the Lord, and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my saviour.’ (Luke 1:46-7)

 

PAPAL DECREES

 

To our Brothers in LEON, Apostolic Greetings...

 

We have received with fondness your most wonderful gift and greetings. Your intention to found a Christian kingdom is pleasing to us, and, for the maintenance for the Faith in Hispania, you are central to our plans. We therefore pledge to raise the Bishop of Leon to the Archbishopric, as a symbol of our continued fraternal love, and a sign of your legitimacy in these troubled times. 

 

PAPA URBANVS II

 

ON USURY: To the Archbishops, Bishops, Clergy and all the Faithful...

 

Dearly beloved, we write by Apostolic decree to condemn utterly all forms of Usury. We hold that the Church has always held Usury as a grave sin, and any man who practises it endangers his immortal soul. Therefore, it is our position that no Christian can practise Usury without incurring mortal sin, whilst any Jew, Jewess or other Heathen found practising Usury should also be expelled from Christian countries.

 

PAPA URBANVS II

 

ON THE PROPAGATION OF THE FAITH:

 

Dearly beloved, the faithful English who were so readily brought into the fold by our predecessor, Pope Gregory the Great, are asked and entreated to train missionaries for the conversion of Germania and Scandinavia. Those who venture this perilous journey will surely risk their lives, but ‘...He that shall lose his life for my sake, shall find’ (Matthew 16:25), as the Lord himself assures them. 

 

To this effect, we ask the Bishops of Lichfield, Exeter and Canterbury to produce that flood of missionaries necessary for the conversion of their neighbours. To this, we commit a mighty sum, for the spreading of the Gospel is our mission. (Matthew 28:19.)

 

PAPA URBANVS II.

 

SUMMARISED.

-Urban II raises the Bishop of Leon to the Archbishopric, a clear Papal sign of recognition.

-Usury is condemned for both Christians and Heathens, and Christian rulers are ordered to punish and expel those who practise it, whatever their faith.

-The Dioceses of England, known for the quality of their missionaries, are asked to produce more and given the resources to do so. Urban II also chooses England because, as he was trained and ministered there, he knows where to assign the money and resources: he knows which Bishops are more reliable, and how the system works.

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Senatus Populusque Romanus

 

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“Preposterous!” the shouts rang out through the Halls of the Senate. “The Greeks dare to have the gall to contest our righteous acts?!” the fist of a certain Senator, Lucius Tullius, slammed down upon the table. “Word has reached our Agents that they have begun the mobilization of their soldiery – they won’t be attacking their fellow Greeks, so we’ll be left wide open for an Invasion of our South!” clamored a worried Senator.

 

The Senate was in uproar as the matters of this gathering was announced. To think that their complacent neighbors to the south would even dare think of raising a hand in contest against the Republic. Dictator Manius would have none of it -  under the oversight of God, there was now a rightfully divine approved cause for war. The Senate was so unanimous upon this matter that all factions supported for a war against the State of Terantum, a long overdue ordeal was now underway.

 

“Consul Pulla, rally the first Legion in Beneventum. You’re to strike fast and deep, additional Legions shall be raised in support of your advance. Remember, spare no Greeks - slaughter them all or deport them back across the Adriatic. We must conjure some sort of reaction from their Despot.” the Dictator spoke on, his plans being made clear to the Senate.

 

“The Greeks shall rue the day they dared to oppose our rule.”

 

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Republican Actions of the Year 701

Republican Coffers: 26,200

 

Prior to their departure south of the border, the Roman Legion is upgraded with the finest Rome can offer. Forged steel makes its way from throughout the Republic and into the hands of Senator Pulla. [Upgrading the Roman Army from T1 to T3, 7 units in total | 14000/14000]

 

As war comes to a reality, so does the need of additional soldiers. [Raising a Cohort (500) of the Second Legion, T3 Regular | 11500/11500]

 

Stockpiling 700g

 

The Invasion of Tarentum occurs. Dispatched on the orders of the Roman Dictator, Manius Maximus, and led by Senator Lucilus Italicum Pulla, the Legion originally dispatched to the Lombards, instead crosses over the Tarentian border, mercilessly slaughtering any in their path. They are systematic in their massacres, on a genocidal fashion - they raze any and all Greek homesteads on the border, rounding up their captives and crucifying them along the roads, a sign of their coming. 

 

The 1st Legion:

 

450 Praetorian Guard, Regular T3

3000 Heavy Infantry, Regular T3

Next Turn, 500 Legio II, Regular T3

 

1000 Medium Infantry, Regular T3

 

500 Skirmishers, Regular T3

 

500 Light Cavalry, Regular T3

 

Total: 5,950

 

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The Kingdom of Mercia

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The hustling of people in the streets always calmed him, their struggles were hard to be empathetic too when you spent your life behind walls and riches of wealth. King Aethelred was a humble man of the crown but as usual, never basked in the life of a pauper. Adornments of the finest silk with royal blue made up his entire style, his guards were even given clothing of this color to show their status as the elite of the kingdom. A grand time to be alive the young man thought. Only 23 years old and leading a kingdom of thousands, not something every man grows to do in this day and age eh?

 

    Villages having recently been assembled began to pay taxes this year to the Kingdom, wheat and silver flooding into the coffers of Aethelred I and his fiefdoms. To regulate the countryside, some of the men were called up for yearly service to roam and protect the roads and man the many streets and village alleys. A particular worry was their neighbors however, they were growing strong…

    
Silver Expenditure and Actions: 23,500 Silver, 5 Grain

(2,500 Gold) Words reach the lords of Mercia to rally their fyrds. 3,000 men are rallied to the capital of Tamsworth. (5 units of Fyrd uniques.) (-1,000, -1 Grain)

 

(7,500 Gold) Another market in the capital… [6/9]

 

(8,000 Gold) 600 T3 Regular Longbowmen are plucked from the local villages to accompany the fyrdsmen.

 

(5,000 Silver) A farm is built to deal with the massive recruitment drive. 

 

(500 Gold is saved.)
 

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K O N U N G D Ó M R   T A N M A R K A R

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The final preparations were being made. King Hardeknud’s scouts and spies had learnt that the majority of the enemy forces were located in the very object of Danish longing – Sjaelland itself. One swift strike would not only reclaim their homeland, but deal a decisive blow to the whole Norwegian army. This was the plan that Hardeknud, Jarl Einarr of Norbygð, and their ally had settled upon.

 

To ensure that the Danish forces outmatched those of the hated Norwegians’, Hardeknud sees to some last minute military build-up. Five hundred men are recruited and trained as cavalrymen, and outfitted with steel arms and armour, ready to serve as a fairly mobile yet still strong cavalry unit. In Áross’ port, four transport vessels are constructed for the imminent invasion. Most impressively, the shipwrights of the capital construct a ship based upon the so-called galleys fielded by that sea powers of the Middle Sea. However, in typical Norse style, their ambition dictated this ship be larger than those of the South, and of course decorated with a large, intimidating dragon head on the prow. 

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Balanced monarch that he is, Hardeknud also ensures that the commerce of Denmark is not neglected. The traders’ success last year was so great in magnitude that they were now running out of space to store and trade the vast quantities of commodities flowing through the Danish capital. As such, the King grants money for the construction of a second market in Áross, eager to ensure the merchants have all they need to maximise their profits and his tax revenue.

 

S U M M A R Y
500 T3 Regular Medium Cavalry [9,000 Gold]
1 Drekar [2,500 Gold]

4 Transports [800 Gold]

Market in Áross [7,500 Gold]

3,000 Gold Remaining

 

Kingdom of Denmark Statistics

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Imperial Province of Egypt

 

Liudolf Merovech pondered the past as usual on his cushioned throne. Though he had not left the Capital in years, his power spread far wider. It was unfortunate recent events had disrupted his and Dagobert’s plans. The fearsome general was fuming at the missed chance of glory in Athens. But illusion was vital to their plans. The General and his host remain in their desert camp. Though not ready to invade, they could at least surprise any potential Libyan invaders. But in far more interesting events, Egypt is forced into an Athenian intervention.

 

The Macedonian Kingdom had wantonly invaded the smaller state of Athens. Alongside a subtle subjugation and manipulation of Epirus. Wielding so much power, and in such a fast manner, was unsettling to Lord Merovech. In a daring response, he gives permission for an expeditionary Legion. As the Legion marches to war, diplomats follow. Egypt sends five thousand Imperial coins, and an offer to full military alliance. In the name of war against Macedon.

 

Life in the Province remains normal and prosperous. The Nile’s bounty is vast in it’s wealth. Egyptian cities flourish on the trade route. Peasants and nobles alike farm their land, or are strapping on their swords for war. More and more Imperials are called forth to the Legion. With ever present threats, and an overseas war, the military drive was high. Already a rich nation, the Province sets it’s sights on actual proper strength Legions.

 

Mod Actions

Income; 34,390

 

Offering Athens military alliance and support in war -5k Gold

 

Offering Libya trade deal

 

Financial Actions

 

Recruiting 2 units of Regular T3 Medium Infantry -14k

 

Recruiting 1 unit of Skirmishers Regular T3 -5k

 

Recruiting 1 unit of Squires Regular T3 -8.5k

 

Treasury +1,890

 

 

 

 

 

 

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T H E   H I G H L A N D   C O N F E D E R A C Y

THE YEAR OF OUR LORD

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To the River Forth: Invasion of Dalriada

 

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FOR CENTURIES, Pictland has been content to confine its affairs to the familiar territories of its cultural homeland. However, the Highland Confederacy’s centralization has enabled it to grow from merely a defensive, conservative group of clans to a proper state with territorial ambitions that exceed merely swapping land between the region’s seven ruling clans. 

 

King  Giric mac Dungail has only ruled for four years. Yet, he has already earned for himself the title “An Ionsaighthigh”- that being, “The Aggressor” for good reason. The fellow Celts of DALRIADA on the west coast of Caledonia have been the subject of raids from the Confederacy’s warmongering border clans per his approval, well aware that Dalriada is poorly suited to resist Pictish incursions. All the while, the Brittons of the River Forth have nervously sent envoys to Scone in hopes of preserving a peace. But any astute observer of Pictish affairs would know the effort is folly- for Giric has long talked of expasion to a new border. The River Forth’s value as a border for Pictland against the south, the origin of many an infamous, yet vanquished foe for centuries, has not been lost to the Confederacy. It would serve as a natural defense, its limited bridges being chokepoints for invading armies. All the while, it is also a conduit for trade bound for the North Sea and is the location of a number of villages. Thus the maxim that has resounded in the court of Giric the Aggressor has been thus: “To the River Forth”!

 

The HIGHLANDER ARMY, numbering 5500 men, begins an invasion of Dalriada. The goal is straightforward- force the Dalriadans to join the Confederacy. Giric despite his epitath, wants to avoid all-out conflict; hoping to use superior force to subdue them into vassalage with the fresh memory of the clan raids perhaps assisting in the decision. Giric does not dare to issue the Highlander Call and raise the ARMY OF THE PICTS; which would risk the clans using their armies to pillage the region, or try to exterminate the culturally similar ruling nobility who Giric needs to rule the area. 

 

Expenditures

 

Giric can thank the tireless efforts of his penny-pinching father, the long-lived and stoic Dungail, for a well stocked treasury. A sum of 37,000 coins are to be spent on a major series of construction in the valleys of Pictland, reflecting an increase in population.

 

x2 Villages →  -20,000

x2 Farmland →  -5000

 

Representing the coming era of expansion, Giric also expands the Highlander Army.

 

x4 Light Infantry (Pictish Warriors) → -8000

x1 Medium Infantry → -4000

 

T O T A L: -37,000

 

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Clan  Ó Néill

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Leader: Aodh Mór Ó Néill



 

 


 

The wind was blowing fiercely against the trees and the landscape around Aodh’s caravan. Rain was falling and the sky was a light shade of green, and cloudy.  With the green of the grass, and the leaves on the trees and bushes this was a sight to behold. Though they couldn’t stick around to enjoy it. There was a storm on the way and they had to make it to Teamhrach in haste. With the explosion of people living in the trade town of Baile Átha Cliath, the whole surrounding area had seen a large vise in population growth, including the now large village surrounding the hill of Tara in which he had been frequenting since proclaiming himself High King. The King would need to raise his army by at least 2 thousand more men if he had any hope of defeating the Tuamhains. As they rode the last stretch of the way the storm had picked up and as Aodh looked around on horseback at the sky and the lightning streaking through the sky he heard many of his men praying to God, or their Gods, as not all of the island had converted to Christianity.

Aodh could sense his men's fear and shouted over the storm “ Aye this is a big one. But there’s no need to worry boys, we’re only a few miles outside Teamhrach, we’ll be there in no time lads, sitting around a nice warm fireplace drinking some ale listening to a seanchaidhe tell us a story I promise.”

 

Even if they’d said something in response Aodh wouldn't have been able to hear a thing as two loud eruptions of thunder were followed by lighting crashing down to the earth rumbling the whole world around them.

 

The King was in the process of expanding his army to take down his rival. But it would be probably multiple years before this was complete. 

 

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(Aodh Mór Ó Néill)

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Actions

-1,000 Light Cav, trained (10k gold)

-2 Markets (15k gold)

-500 Archers, trained (4,500k gold)

 

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The Holy & Righteous Kingdom of Lèon

 

Brother-King Bartolome Cristobal Alonso de Lèon / Age: 61
Crown Prince Juan Cristobal Esteban de Lèon / Age: 5

 

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And then the king commanded, and they quarried great stones, costly stones, to lay the foundation of the house with cut stones,” intoned the priest. He himself stood upon an uncut stone, a raw, rough block pulled from the quarry at the bottom of the valley. Below him gathered the laborers, their heads bowed and their hands held in front of them in supplication. “As such, labor under the word of God, for he watches upon you now, in your most holy hour, and judges you fit to walk through the pearly gates,” said the priest, before beginning a prayer. Like a low hum, every worker followed him, many only humming or mumbling the incomprehensible latin words.

 

Juan rose his head as the priests drone ground to a halt and the workers began to disperse, most of them would be heading for the mess tent in the distance. But not he. Instead, Juan scampered past them, ducking beneath their legs and past guards. Ahead of him lay the foundation of a great building. Uncle Bartolome had called it a monastery and said it was holy, but Juan thought it looked more ugly than holy. Bartolome had cuffed him around the head when he said that.

 

With a scowl, he rubbed his ear and clambered down the hill, along a dirt path and towards the quarry below. A few guards stood on small outcrops along the road and each one of them bowed their heads as he approached. Juan stuck his tongue out at them and hurried along, halting only when lines of then, stony-faced men ground their weary way up the hill, bearing heavy loads of stone. 

 

Finally, he reached the bottom and darted down the straight road, right into the quarry.

 

There was no prayer here, no breaks and no mess tent. Only dozens of stick-then men, their hands bleeding and their bodies bent and broken. Uncle Bartolome had called them heathens and unredeemables in the eyes of God. Juan didn’t like to think about that too much.

 

He fidgeted for a few moments, standing on the edge of the quarry and looking around until his eyes landed on a small old man, standing near one of the deeper pits and looking at a large scroll of paper.

 

Pollos!” he called, running over him. He narrowly missed man, who tripped as he tried to avoid him and fell to the ground, his load of rocks tumbling down around him. “Sorry!” called Juan, his attention focused on Pollos even as the guards descended on the fallen man with clubs.

 

Juan!” said the man, grinning with grey, toothless gums. “What did you bring me? More stale bread?

 

Chicken,” whispered the boy, pulling out a small cloth-wrapped parcel from his pocket.

 

The man’s eyes went wide in his starved face, until they seemed to consume Juan entirely. He shrunk away, the parcel clutched against his chest. Pollos made a strangled sound and smiled once more, beckoning Juan closer. “I’m sorry, Juan. I don’t think I’ve even dreamed of chicken in the past years.

 

I want a story first!” he said. “A good battle. None of the knights will tell me anything, Uncle Bartolome won’t allow it.

 

Pollos put his scroll to the side and nodded, sitting down and beckoning Juan close, though his eyes never left the small parcel clasped in his hands.

 

Alright, Juan. Here is a story from the first rebellion, when I was under Lord Combros in the battle of the Dead River.” He tilted a hand in Juan’s direction. “On account of all the dead men who fell into it, you see…” 

 

So the tale went on, and Juan listened, for King Bartolome only let certain parts of the real world touch Juan, and those were the boring ones.


 

Actions

20175 + 1000

 

One market is founded within the city of Ribadesella, ensconced comfortably within a plaza right in front of the main church. (7.500) (1 market total)

 

Many units of light raiding infantry are raised to partake in the wars to come. (6.000) (T1, Light Infantry, Regular, 2 Units)

 

Lord Teodoro de La Sacra Rosa raises a new unit of light infantry, well aware of what awaits him in the coming years. They are trained exceptionally hard, drilled and pushed to their absolute limit. These men are no simple levies or peasants armed with spears. Instead, they are given the best cured leathers, dyed a charcoal black. He names them the Sunset Men, those who sneak out at night to fight the bloody skirmishes. (5.000) (T3, Light Infantry, Veterans, 1 unit.)

 

Mod / Player Actions

 

-The Pope is sent another generous donation, thanking him for the honor he has bestowed upon the people of Lèon. In another letter, Brother-King Bartolome promises to eradicate infidels throughout the Iberian Peninsula. Already, he claims to have enacted laws to have those who been accused of Usury sent to monasteries to learn the righteous path. The Pope is also asked to bless the new Monastery with his word. (As described below) (900G) (1200 donated total)

 

-The remaining yearly fund are used to lay the first stones for an ambitious project. A fortress-monastery in which an elite group of sacred warriors can be trained. The Sacrosanto will be gathered from the fallen, the unworthy and the criminals of Lèon. Within El Monasterio de la Pasión de Cristo (The Monastery of the Passion of the Christ) they will undergo the trials faced by Jesus within his last days, along with years of intense training and penance. Upon leaving the monastery for war, they are to be changed, holy men. The Monastery itself will be built upon the Tomb of Saint James the Apostle. (2000 Gold) (2000 invested)

 

-The Archbishop of Lèon, the Most Revered Tristan de Sylva uses his newfound authority to form a coherent religious structure in Lèon, regrouping all the bishops under his authority and establishing a formal structure for the nation, along with a system of conversion and a structure for the punishment of heretics. Of course, he is a hardline catholic, much like Brother-King Bartolome.

 

-The Governor of Aragon, Duke Baudry, is thanked for his sympathy. It is suggested that he provide information about all preparations and plans on the Imperial side of things through a clever little spy-system. Something along the lines of a farm established near a river that runs from Aragonese land into Lèon. Intelligence could be provided by the spy living in the farm, who would then on specific days, put it into a barrel and let it drift downstream to Lèonese men waiting on their side of the border. For now, the Brother-King Bartolome asks for no more, and sends both his blessing, and those of the Archbishop Tristan to Sylva.

 

-Troops are continually familiarized with the land, patrolling swaths of it during the year, from section to section, so they understand the land in which they will be fighting as well as humanly possible. 


 

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THE KINGDOM OF MACEDON

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And so war raged in Macedon. What had promised to be a short campaign in Athens had turned into a mess, as Parmenion found himself caught between Egyptian meddling and Epirote treachery. Worse still, the Egyptians had betrayed the sacred foundation of all military agreements and ceasefire – they had pissed upon a truce and punched into Macedon through the passes. Out maneuvered and out numbered, Parmenion can do little but reel back and retreat and train his freshest troops on the march.

 

-One Unit of T3 Seasoned Royal Hypaspsists (12’000 Gold)

-One Unit of T2 Seasoned Royal Peltasts (5’500 Gold)

(Both are trained on the march and thus are in Parmenion’s host come the new year.)

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KINGDOM OF JUDEA

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“Dammit! The numbers are not adding up!” 

 

shouts a man from under an oak tree, with its branches sprawling far and wide over the luscious green gardens. The soothing sound of water flowing, and birds chirping in the hot summer winds are interrupted by the harsh tone of someone angrily fiddling with an abacus. 

 

King Abraham furrows both his brows, running his index finger along the lines of texts again and again, until he sets the piece of parchment to the side and begins to furiously slide and move around the wooden blocks on the abacus. “No!” he says, and in a fury he tosses the device against a wall on the opposite of the garden, its strings coming undone and the blocks flying every which way. 

 

The creak of a door resonates through the courtyard, and an old priestly looking individual slowly climbs down the steps, stopping half way and looking at the frustrated monarch. “Your Grace, is there anything I can help you with?” He croaks, his voice weak. Abraham responds, his face buried within his palms, in frustration. “Unless you can find me a million pounds of gold, or conjure me a massive Temple, then now, Rabbi, you may not.” Hed snap, massaging his temples with his fingers. 

 

The rabbi sighed, shaking his head in disappointment as he trudged up the steps once more, and the King reluctantly begins crunching the numbers, one last time,

 


 

 

TOTAL GOLD

10K(BASE)+6K(CITIES)+2K(TRADE ROUTES)=18K+50K(BASE)=68K

 

-7 Markets built, as the King seeks to deepen the coffers!(35,000)

 

-King Abraham redirects royal funds towards Tyre, investing in a port to better facilitate trade connections and networks that are booming at the beautiful coastal city.(10k)

 

-King Abraham elevates two settlements, some of the first to declare loyalty to his Godly regime, to the status of village, Hebron and Jaffa,(-20k)

 

-Accepted trade offer from Macedon, Egypt, and Tarentum.

-Sending Trade Offer to Persia.

 

 



 

Edited by Alfonso X el Sabio
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Teyrnas Cymru

Rhorin ap Idwal looks out upon the city of Cardiff, once again admiring his conquest but it had become clear in recent years this would change. Britain had become crowded with the Sea Kings in the north and the Anglo incursion to the east. Even the Imperial State had managed to keep a foothold in the Isles, and while it remained far from Tywysog Rhorin he still feared the idea of an Imperial Reconquista. As time went on though, a newfound belief in Welsh freedom and nationality propelled the nation forward in its independence, allowing the formerly shattered realm to become one Terynas under Rhorin. The economic development became paramount in his plans.

 

In the year 700, Rhorin formally admits new villages into the Terynas, two in particular. Cardigan which is a slowly expanding coastal town in the region of Dyfed is the first of the two and is granted funding to oversee its development into a decent farming community. In Powys the town of Brecon undergoes a similar development and shortly after its completion in the year 701, a fort begins construction in the town in order to protect from the invaders which have threatened the Welsh and Celtic identities for so long.

 

Furthermore, after careful review and a discussion of their funds the Tywysog orders the Army of Cymru be outfitted with the finest weapons to prevent his fear of the Imperial Reconquista. Steel weapons soon become the standard in Wales, not unlike their eastern neighbor.

 

As the military discussions came to an end the topic of Cardiff and trade swiftly filled the halls of the Keep. Formal trade deals had been negotiated with multiple nations but in the end, Rhorin would only accept trade with the Kingdom of Sweden, the Kingdom of Somerset, Clan O’Neil, and the Highlands Confederacy. The construction of a port in the capital is hoped to allow more trade routes into the city and an increase in profit.

 

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Two new villages who have grown to a significant enough size are granted protection by Tywysog Rhorin, coming under the influence of the rest of Cymru. The first village would come under the name Cardigan along the coast of Dyfed. The other is known as Brecon in its local region, Powys. [2 Villages are Constructed|10,000 Gold]

 

In each of the previously existing villages; Caernarfon, Caerwent, and Carmarthen, plots of farmland are portioned out. [3 Farmlands are Constructed|15,000 Gold]

 

After a meeting between the Rheolwyr it was decided that the army of Cymru should be outfitted with the finest weapons in preparation for what may come. [Upgrade 6 units to T3|12,000]

 

A fort is constructed in Powys just outside of the new village Brecon. [1 Fort is Constructed|10,000]

 

In Cardiff, Tywysog Rhorin orders the construction of a port so that the trade flowing into and out of the city may begin to grow, hoping to grow Cymru’s trade influence. [1 Port is Constructed|10,000 Gold]

 

Trade Offers are sent out to Clan O’Neil, the Kingdom of Sweden, the Kingdom of Somerset, and the Highlands Confederacy.

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World Events

With a newly reinforced army, Duke Sigismund Arduin once more embarks on another campaign against the Leonese. His army departs from Leon early in the year, at least 7,000 strong.

The King of Persia finds great success in the subjugation of the Anatolian tribes, though his conquest of the region are far from over...

Kingdom of Epirus

 

The Kingdom continues along her muddy, confusing, and difficult trail out of Macedonian hegemony. Who knows when their once overlords would turn west? The Kingdom must be prepared

Kingdom of Byzantium


An envoy from Ionia arrives in the capital, he seems to be quite impatient for the money the Byzantines promised. He states that if they are not paid, King Orodes might hear of this treachery..

Despotate of Tarentum

Troubling times for the Despotate, a war for their very survival with the Romans. Certainly Alexandros’ wise council and rule would lead them through the storm.

THE SCOURGE OF GOD

 

Praise the great big blue sky!

 

Once more the Khaganate rides, this time to the south. Their journey is slightly more troublesome than the previous one, but they manage to penetrate the lands of the Macedonians. The foreigners, embroiled in their own wars can do little to stop the Avar raiders. However, rumors of a possible Macedonian march north causes the horde to ride north preemptively. (+5000 gold)

 

His Holiness 

 

The training of missionaries in Britain does indeed go well. Familiar with the administration Urban II helps push the process along. The first of these Missionaries will be able to depart for Scandinavia and Germania by 703

 

SPQR

 

Tarentum Delenda Est

 

Kingdom of Mercia

 

The army continues to grow, more peasants grumble as they are pressed into service. But, what can they do? 

 

A letter is received from the Imperial Governor of London. He seems most concerned about this rapid, unprecedented buildup.

 

Kingdom of Denmark

 

And so war would soon be upon the Kingdom of the Danes. Late in the year, the Swedish fleet sails to meet them in Aross as promised. They can only wonder what awaits them on Norwegian shores.

 

Imperial Province of Egypt

 

Libya accepts

 

The Greeks deny this full military alliance

 

The Legions sailed north instead of west. What an unfortunate and unforeseeable mistake! At Least they’ll make themselves useful in Greece while they’re there.

 

Late in the year light Arab raids eat away at the Imperial frontier. Probably just another overzealous tribe, the Sultan will surely reign in his dogs (-1500 Gold)

 

Highland Confederacy

 

The King’s army easily subdues the smaller, far more unorganized Dalriadans. Most of the major population centers have quieted, but scattered resistance remains in the highlands and more rural areas. (Map Update to be done)

 

The army appreciates the expansion, but they would like the new recruits, and themselves to at least be armed properly first.

 

Clan O'Neill

 

Once again, the army demands some actual equipment, and proper training!

 

The Most Holy & Righteous Kingdom of Leon

 

The Crown Prince Juan and his friend Pollos’ interactions have been deemed a wholesome and good story by God. A single, extra, gold coin is found on the floor of the palace, it’s not accounted for in the budget. What a lucky find (+1 Gold)

 

Construction on the Monastary is slow and tedious. But, as the first year of its construction is finished, the initial expenses are paid, a design is chosen, and the beginnings of foundations are laid. Progress.

 

A barrel floats downstream (Discord)

 

Kingdom of Macedon

 

Reports of barbarian horsemen from the steppe, their ferocity unmatched, trickle to the King’s person. Sadly, his army is in no position to stop them at present, however it seems they have run off for now. (-3000 Gold)

 

The troops are trained, though not on the march. They meet up with the Kings host early in the year.

 

Kingdom of Judea

 

All is well in the Kingdom of the Jews, the Persians occupied elsewhere, the Egyptians embroiled in Greece...

 

Kingdom of Wales


The King is praised across the Kingdom for his wise judgement. Finally! A Celtic ruler who outfits his troops properly…

Besides that, another uneventful year passes in the Kingdom of the Welshmen

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The Kingdom of Mercia

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Tamworth City had even more land cleared within its slums for new markets, the people here had over hundreds of choices from the local shops with the abundance of them. Never before did the Mercians enjoy such freedom in their every-day shopping spree that more came to live here in the city. Trade to the nearby villages and their return export of food kept the city bustling and teeming with hundreds of thousands, Aethelred I sitting in his throne as his followers expand around him.

    
    Eagerly the army grew more as some more men were chosen to join the new Fyrd levies being raised this year and sent to guard a section of the border against any incursions. They’re left with relatively little training and the modest of weapons to do their job with but they treat their fellow country-men kindly as the hierarchy of the local lords occasionally checks on them with their own number of men.

    

Aethelred I after discussion with his local priest gives the man 2,000 gold to deliver to the church, it would seem he wishes for god to be with him for the coming years.


Silver Expenditure and Actions: 21,300 Silver, 4 Grain

(15,000 Gold) 2 more markets! (8/9)

 

(3,000 Gold is saved) 

 

(2,000 Gold is donated to the church!)

 

(1,000 Gold) 1,200 more men join the Fyrds. (2 more units of Fyrd)
 

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