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Local News
by Varasd Thu Nov 26, 2015 12:36 pm
LOCAL NEWS
This is the place where you can post news about events which happen in your own state, for example a tournament, the death or birth of royalty, building, economics, famine, etc.!
Feel free to post anything!
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The birth of a nation!
by Crusader Thu Nov 26, 2015 1:49 pm
Bishop and Knight Commander Laurence has valiant lead our Christian brothers on the Baltic Coast. Vast amounts of Northern Barbarians have been converted to Jesus Christ our Lord. As such His most Catholic Majesty has decreed the founding of a new nation. "The Crusading States". We have sworn to forever combat the heathens and heretics, and we shall never be expelled from our rightful lands.
The campaign was bloody, and many of us lost our hearts and souls. But all have gone to Heaven!
God wills it!
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Re: Local News
by Thagan Sat Nov 28, 2015 4:48 pm
The Regal Formation of the Duchy
Let it be known that in the 28th Day of November, 1000 years after the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ that we announce with pride that Duke Henry the Second has been proclaimed ruler of the Thaganian Duchy. He and his valorous army has, in fact, with peace, reunited the cities of Thagan together once more as had his namesake, Duke Henry the First. It is now his honor to carry the torch of rebuilding the nation once more.
The people widely accept him as he has now halted the war that had plagued his people. While no word has come from the Pope who has not yet sent his communique many people shall now celebrate the new Duke and honor his word. 10 days of freedom have been proclaimed as mass barrels of wines and many food are being procured for the 10-Day feast. Dignitaries across the world will purportedly be invited afterwards.
God save the Duke!
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Prussians Arrive on the Wisła
by Polska Sat Nov 28, 2015 8:54 pm
28 Listopada,
Late last night the great warrior Bogdan of Wiślica encountered a small boat coming from the North. Grabbing his axe, the warrior assumed either the Prussians or the Pomeranians were coming to violate the old ceasefire, and attack Kraków itself. However, when the boat docked, a small group of men and women, together with their children, met Bogdan and explained they did not intend to fight, they carried no weapons and looked as if they had not slept in days.
A storm was coming and Bogdan decided to let them stay in his home. He welcomed them to the local Gród, where they were fed and given shelter. Bogdan rode to Kraków earlier today, to inform the old Książę Czcibor of the incident. The men and women claimed to be Prussians, and told Bogdan that they were fleeing from an invading crusading order that sought to spread the word of Christ via force. Much of Prussia has already been lost, the Pagan warriors had bravely defended the Old Faith, but nevertheless succumbed to the Knights in battle.
Książe Czcibor seeks to defend his lands from the Christians, and has ordered that all lords under his leadership are to arm as many men as they can, and prepare their defenses. One can never be sure where the next attack may come from, but preparations must be made.
In the meantime, Lord Mieczysław has left his Gród with a force of 200 warriors, and is prepared to claim the lands of the West for the glory of the Gods and Książę Czcibor. Sława!
Late last night the great warrior Bogdan of Wiślica encountered a small boat coming from the North. Grabbing his axe, the warrior assumed either the Prussians or the Pomeranians were coming to violate the old ceasefire, and attack Kraków itself. However, when the boat docked, a small group of men and women, together with their children, met Bogdan and explained they did not intend to fight, they carried no weapons and looked as if they had not slept in days.
A storm was coming and Bogdan decided to let them stay in his home. He welcomed them to the local Gród, where they were fed and given shelter. Bogdan rode to Kraków earlier today, to inform the old Książę Czcibor of the incident. The men and women claimed to be Prussians, and told Bogdan that they were fleeing from an invading crusading order that sought to spread the word of Christ via force. Much of Prussia has already been lost, the Pagan warriors had bravely defended the Old Faith, but nevertheless succumbed to the Knights in battle.
Książe Czcibor seeks to defend his lands from the Christians, and has ordered that all lords under his leadership are to arm as many men as they can, and prepare their defenses. One can never be sure where the next attack may come from, but preparations must be made.
In the meantime, Lord Mieczysław has left his Gród with a force of 200 warriors, and is prepared to claim the lands of the West for the glory of the Gods and Książę Czcibor. Sława!
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Re: Local News
by Varasd Mon Nov 30, 2015 9:18 am
THE DUKE OF VARASD ORDERS A STONE CASTLE TO BE BULT
Zvonimir I Konsky
Duke of Varasd
Zvonimir I Konsky
Duke of Varasd
Zvonimir of House Konsky, the Duke of Varasd, has ordered that the first stone castle of his realm shall be built. The Castle will be built in Varazdin, the main province of the Duchy of Varasd, and after it is complete, it will be the residence of the dynasty, and the capital of the realm.
Peasants from the neighbouring villages have been ordered to take part in the construction, and also lots of serfs from the mountainous, woodland regions have been summoned aswell, in order to provide enough workforce for the construction.
Varazdin will be located near the Drava river, in order to provide the newly built town with enough water.
Varazdin Castle being built
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Mieczysław is Victorious!
by Polska Tue Dec 01, 2015 12:51 am
30 Listopada,
Lord Mieczysław has sent a man by horse to Książę Czcibor to inform him of the successful attack on the Western tribes. The 200 men under his command fought bravely, though outnumbered. They were ambushed on the way to Wrocław, but Mieczysław ordered a shield wall and the warriors soundly defeated the ambushing party, though they lost fifteen men. Another twenty were injured in the fighting, but survived. Upon reaching Wrocław, Mieczysław ordered the men to besiege the fortifications of the local Prince. Ninety of our warriors were killed in the fighting, but Wrocław had been taken; the remaining enemy warriors surrendered once their Prince had his head severed during the battle, by Mieczysław himself!
Once Wrocław was our's, the surviving warriors enjoyed the company of the local women, as well as food and drink. The captured soldiers were freed and allowed to return to their homes or fight for our cause. We gained fifty new warriors. With these warriors, Mieczysław immediately marched North. It was then that he encountered a large enemy force on the plains. Our warriors charged into battle with Perun's blessing, and though the battle was bloody, we were victorious. But at great cost: only twenty warriors of the 150 remain. Mieczysław was stabbed through the abdomen with a spear, and is currently healing, albeit still weak. But the path to the legendary Gniezno is now open, and soon these lands will belong to Książę Czcibor. Sława!
Lord Mieczysław has sent a man by horse to Książę Czcibor to inform him of the successful attack on the Western tribes. The 200 men under his command fought bravely, though outnumbered. They were ambushed on the way to Wrocław, but Mieczysław ordered a shield wall and the warriors soundly defeated the ambushing party, though they lost fifteen men. Another twenty were injured in the fighting, but survived. Upon reaching Wrocław, Mieczysław ordered the men to besiege the fortifications of the local Prince. Ninety of our warriors were killed in the fighting, but Wrocław had been taken; the remaining enemy warriors surrendered once their Prince had his head severed during the battle, by Mieczysław himself!
Once Wrocław was our's, the surviving warriors enjoyed the company of the local women, as well as food and drink. The captured soldiers were freed and allowed to return to their homes or fight for our cause. We gained fifty new warriors. With these warriors, Mieczysław immediately marched North. It was then that he encountered a large enemy force on the plains. Our warriors charged into battle with Perun's blessing, and though the battle was bloody, we were victorious. But at great cost: only twenty warriors of the 150 remain. Mieczysław was stabbed through the abdomen with a spear, and is currently healing, albeit still weak. But the path to the legendary Gniezno is now open, and soon these lands will belong to Książę Czcibor. Sława!
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Cybelos Established, Ports Open!
by Cybelos [ERE] Thu Dec 03, 2015 11:37 pm
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Mieczysław Is Slain
by Polska Fri Dec 04, 2015 12:16 am
3 Grudnia,
Alas! Sorrowful news has come from Wrocław!
While Mieczysław had been recovering from his wounds inside the safety of Wrocław's nearest Gród, the tribes from the West have attacked, seeking to recapture Silesia. Only twenty local men, mostly farmers, were able to come to the aid of Mieczysław and his last twelve warriors. The enemy force was estimated at about a hundred men, coming in the dark of the night. They attacked ferociously at the break of dawn, using two ladders to scale the walls. Our men managed to hold them back long enough for the enemy leaders to get impatient.
They came charging at the Gród's gates, managing to smash them open with a battering beam carried by six men. Some of our men fired arrows at the men coming across towards the gates, but unfortunately we were simply too undermanned to be able to kill very many of them. The gates were broken, and what warriors we had left were forced to fight them hand to hand on the ground. A few men on horseback threw javelins over the heads of our warriors and into the enemy cluster, providing life-saving support for those fighting on foot.
Unfortunately, our warriors on the walls had fallen, and the enemy was now pouring in from the flanks. While our men fought on, holding their ground, a few of the enemy warriors had entered the building that contained the wounded Mieczysław, still recovering from the spear wound he had suffered in the previous battle. Reports say that Mieczysław had gathered his sword and shield just before the warriors barged in, and though wounded, he was still capable of fighting. He killed seven men on his own, before he was pierced with the blade of a sword, and then hacked with the blade of an axe.
But by then, outside, our warriors had already forced the enemy into a rout. They had fallen back to one of the larger structures in the Gród, where all the women had gone to hide. A few women could not bear to watch their husbands and lovers fight and bleed so close to them, and they decided to take up arms and fight alongside the warriors! After a long and hard fight, and the deaths of the invaders' finest warriors, the Wódz of the enemy tribe called for a retreat. Too many men had fallen, and it was growing apparent that taking Wrocław would be too costly. As our men chased the enemy out of the Gród, they caught Mieczysław's killers trying to sneak away! They were caught, tortured, and executed, their heads severed afterwards and placed on stakes outside of the Gród.
Our dead numbered thirty-two. All twenty local farmers were killed, along with seven warriors, and five women. Only about twenty of the enemy are estimated to have escaped. They've been defeated, but we've suffered grave losses. Mieczysław, one of our greatest warrior-chiefs, is dead. Most of the Wrocław Gród is in ruin, and not much remains of its garrison.
Książę Czcibor has ordered eighty warriors to the Gród, and now Wrocław is safe again. Mieczysław has been carried by his remaining, and finest warriors back to his home, where he was honored with a glorious funeral. A massive pyre was erected, and his soul is with the Gods now. Książę Czcibor has said that Mieczysław's death will not have been in vain, and he intends to conquer the Western Polish tribes, all the way to Poznań. Sława!
Alas! Sorrowful news has come from Wrocław!
While Mieczysław had been recovering from his wounds inside the safety of Wrocław's nearest Gród, the tribes from the West have attacked, seeking to recapture Silesia. Only twenty local men, mostly farmers, were able to come to the aid of Mieczysław and his last twelve warriors. The enemy force was estimated at about a hundred men, coming in the dark of the night. They attacked ferociously at the break of dawn, using two ladders to scale the walls. Our men managed to hold them back long enough for the enemy leaders to get impatient.
They came charging at the Gród's gates, managing to smash them open with a battering beam carried by six men. Some of our men fired arrows at the men coming across towards the gates, but unfortunately we were simply too undermanned to be able to kill very many of them. The gates were broken, and what warriors we had left were forced to fight them hand to hand on the ground. A few men on horseback threw javelins over the heads of our warriors and into the enemy cluster, providing life-saving support for those fighting on foot.
Unfortunately, our warriors on the walls had fallen, and the enemy was now pouring in from the flanks. While our men fought on, holding their ground, a few of the enemy warriors had entered the building that contained the wounded Mieczysław, still recovering from the spear wound he had suffered in the previous battle. Reports say that Mieczysław had gathered his sword and shield just before the warriors barged in, and though wounded, he was still capable of fighting. He killed seven men on his own, before he was pierced with the blade of a sword, and then hacked with the blade of an axe.
But by then, outside, our warriors had already forced the enemy into a rout. They had fallen back to one of the larger structures in the Gród, where all the women had gone to hide. A few women could not bear to watch their husbands and lovers fight and bleed so close to them, and they decided to take up arms and fight alongside the warriors! After a long and hard fight, and the deaths of the invaders' finest warriors, the Wódz of the enemy tribe called for a retreat. Too many men had fallen, and it was growing apparent that taking Wrocław would be too costly. As our men chased the enemy out of the Gród, they caught Mieczysław's killers trying to sneak away! They were caught, tortured, and executed, their heads severed afterwards and placed on stakes outside of the Gród.
Our dead numbered thirty-two. All twenty local farmers were killed, along with seven warriors, and five women. Only about twenty of the enemy are estimated to have escaped. They've been defeated, but we've suffered grave losses. Mieczysław, one of our greatest warrior-chiefs, is dead. Most of the Wrocław Gród is in ruin, and not much remains of its garrison.
Książę Czcibor has ordered eighty warriors to the Gród, and now Wrocław is safe again. Mieczysław has been carried by his remaining, and finest warriors back to his home, where he was honored with a glorious funeral. A massive pyre was erected, and his soul is with the Gods now. Książę Czcibor has said that Mieczysław's death will not have been in vain, and he intends to conquer the Western Polish tribes, all the way to Poznań. Sława!
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Re: Local News
by Crusader Fri Dec 04, 2015 1:19 am
Declaration of compulsory service for all, peasantry and Noblefolk alike. From Bishop-Knight Laurence.
From hence forth, we declare our administrative capital to be Marienburg; alongside, we shall be distributing titles, holdings and domains for the most faithful. Titles and such shall only be provided should the beneficiary read and write, Low German and Latin. We do also hereby declare a national levy of 5% of quarterly wealth to be paid in gold or silver to the reining Bishop-Knight, regardless of preference nor circumstance. Furthermore in times of national struggles, heretical uprising and in times of rebellion all Lords shall provide their retinue to the State.
In the sake of national defense and concerning the alien and bizarre flat-lands, His Holiness has provided a uniform defense plan for all the numerous small villages under our domain.
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This Week in Babylon - 7/12/15
by Saudi Babylonia Mon Dec 07, 2015 5:54 am
Mannuiqapu declares religious neutrality
Yesterday, Mighty King Mannuiqapu VII declared that the Kingdom of Saudi Babylonia to be a religiously neutral state, despite Islam being a majority religion and the Mighty King Himself being openly and proudly Muslim. This is largely to avoid conflict due to a religiously diverse and divided population. A new subsection has been added to the Code of Natural Rights and a new law added to the Code of Laws as follows:
Code of Laws: II./XI. Right to religious freedom
Ensures each individual's right to and from religion and worship as they choose;
Exempts the right to inflict lasting harm on any individual that does not belong to the person committing the act in question;
Does not guarantee exemption from any other established laws for religious reasons
Code of Laws: IX. Declaration of Religious Neutrality
Declares the nation will not be defined by any one religion;
Ensures the state will not wage war for religious reasons;
Ensures the state will not pass any law for religious reasons;
Ensures the state will not condemn or praise any religious movement, group, organisation or belief, provided established laws are not broken;
Grants each citizen the rights as dictated in law II./XI.
Expansion, exploration and trade
The Kingdom of Saudi Babylon, being in an area devoid of many natural resources, must trade with other cities to acquire many essential and luxury items. Because of this, the people of Saudi Babylonia have travelled northward in search of new land to settle at the southernmost point of the Caspian Sea. The settlers have begun fishing in order to sustain themselves and eventually to trade with the city of Babylon and the other more inland cities and settlements.
The settlers have also encountered a diverse culture known as the Eastern Horde during their travels across the Caspian Sea. The settlers wish to see what goods the people of the Eastern Horde have to offer so that they may trade for mutual benefit.
The already established settlements of inland Saudi Babylonia have also set off to solidify trade and relations with the Kingdom of Judah. More trade routes have been established in order to acquire resources essential, such as copper, but the merchants also hope to acquire precious gemstones and other exotic luxury resources unique to Judah. The merchants also wish to purchase objects of religious and/or cultural importance in Judaism to satisfy the growing Judaistic population in the city of Babylon and beyond.
- Disclaimer:
- "This Week in Babylon" does not exist in the game world. By 'weekly', I of course mean a week in real time.
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Re: Local News
by Uili Fianna Mon Dec 07, 2015 11:13 pm
Union of Crowns
Rose of d'Hôxenie.
Specifically the Union of the Archprincipality of Bézique, the Stewardship of the Hôxenie, the County of Doré, the Comté-Palette of Étasèe, the Bishopric of Sôxennois, the Principality of Oublennie and the County of Vérmilleaux under the person and insitution of the Crown of Bézique.
As passed by the Estates of Bézique;
Rose of d'Hôxenie.
Specifically the Union of the Archprincipality of Bézique, the Stewardship of the Hôxenie, the County of Doré, the Comté-Palette of Étasèe, the Bishopric of Sôxennois, the Principality of Oublennie and the County of Vérmilleaux under the person and insitution of the Crown of Bézique.
As passed by the Estates of Bézique;
SECTION I
WHEREIN;
The territories of:
the County of Doré;
the Comté-Palette of Étasèe;
and the County of Vérmilleaux;
the Stewardship of the Hôxenie;
share the same Count, Count-Palette, Count and Steward respectively as the Archprince of Bézique (His Majesty Jean V Auguste d'Hôxenie);
ALSO;
That there is no legitimate claimant to the throne of the three aforementioned states;
the County of Doré, the Comté-Palette of Étasèe, and the County of Vérmilleaux,
are hereby and forevermore included as Land of the Crown of Bezique;
They shall remain subject to the Crown of Bézique for as long as it may function;
Whoever inherits the title of Archprince of Bézique for the next three generations of leadership from the passage of this document shall inherit leadership of the aforementioned states, afterwards is shall be inherited by whichever family member the reigning leader of each state should see fit;
The states shall remain inseparable parts of the Crown of Bézique;
The states shall retain their own legal, legislative, and executive systems;
The states shall not retain their defense which shall be handled by the appropriate Béziquienne counterpart;
The states shall have a joint taxation and financial system supervised by the Crown's Auxiliary;
The Stewardship of the Hôxenie is hereby made a royal possession of the Archprince of Bézique which shall supply all revenue for the Royal Household, all land within the Stewardship shall be held as personal property of the Steward;
SECTION II
WHEREIN;
The territories of;
the Bishopric of Sôxennois;
and the Principality of Oublennie;
Have recognized the authority and overlordship of the Archprincipality of Bézique for generations;
The aforementioned states are hereby and forevermore inseparably tied to the Archprincipality of Bézique as subjects of the Crown of Bézique;
They shall retain their own systems but shall be required to pay a special tax to the Treasury of Bézique;
Should the leadership of the states fail to find a suitable and legal heir the Archprince shall inherit the states and it shall be subjected to the same conditions as the states mentioned in the first sections;
OOC Explanation: Basically a bunch of minor states which are vassals and in personal unions with the Archprincipality were united as subjects to the central Crown of Bézique (to which the Archprincipality is a subject) so the Archprincipality is now more centralized.
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Re: Local News
by Cybelos [ERE] Tue Dec 08, 2015 8:56 pm
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Re: Local News
by Saudi Babylonia Tue Dec 15, 2015 10:53 am
Further prioritising of military
Due to the potential threat of invasion from outside forces, namely the Eastern Horde, the military has recently recruited and trained a new brigade of soldiers armed with bronze and iron equipment, consisting mainly of cavalrymen, spearmen and light infantry. These men have been sent to the colonies being established in the north to protect the settlers as they are vulnerable to invasion or pillaging, but although their jobs are to be soldiers foremost, most of their work their will be helping out with everyday labour to build the infrastructure and feed the populace of the new colonies. 
Many of the men plan hope to gain permanent residence and are using armed service as a means to achieve this, whilst others plan to return to their homes once their work is done. Mighty King Mannuiqapu VII claims that conflict is unlikely and that this is mainly for preventative measures. The soldiers have mixed feelings about this statement.
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Latest News from Polska!
by Polska Thu Dec 17, 2015 2:21 am
16 Grudnia,
The great warrior Bogdan, upon seeing the dead body of Mieczysław, vowed to avenge his fellow Slavic brother. Speaking to a great crowd, and taking his case to Kraków itself, Bogdan persuaded a large number of our finest warriors to join him on an expedition to Gniezno. Personally leading the 800 men North, Bogdan's army encountered not a single soul. It would seem that our last battles have weakened the Western tribes. Bogdan himself had mentioned to one of his hand-chosen bodyguard warriors that the Western tribes would likely be prepared for a defensive war. And he was right. Upon reaching Gniezno, Bogan realized that the Gród was simply far too well-garrisoned to attempt a frontal assault.
Spying that birds were flocking to a tower inside the defenses, Bogdan came up with an idea. There had to have been grain in that tower, those were their supplies. Over the next two days, while they besieged Gniezno, his men had hunted for those same birds by laying grain on the ground and catching them or baiting them into traps. Once several of these birds were captured, Bogdan took several thick cloths, wrapped them into balls, and then tied them to the birds. Before releasing the birds, he took a torch and lit the cloths on fire. As he predicted, the birds soon landed on the tower, and while some of the cloths either ceased to be in flames, or burned out, enough were still lit that when the birds landed, they set fire to the grain tower.
The flames spread very quickly, fanned by winds from the East. Our warriors gave cheers of joy upon hearing the frightened and panicked cries of the Gród's inhabitants, thanking Perun and Strzybóg for this fortune. It took nearly an hour for the fire to be brought under control. By then, all the enemy's food supplies had been burned. Still, the Wódz of Gniezno refused to surrender. After another day of siege, the warriors inside grew desperate, they were undoubtedly out of food. They sallied forth to fight back against Bogdan, some 300-500 men.
Bogdan ordered his men to hold their positioned, shields up. Once the enemy neared, he blew his great battle horn and the front line of his warriors suddenly charged, with a battle cry echoing to the Gods themselves. Seeing the enemy warriors cut down by his, and forced into a difficult melee, he ordered some of his reserves to charge the flanks. This attack forced the enemy into a bit of a defensive circle, constantly being cut down from three flanks at once. Bogdan himself then mounted a horse, seeing how the Wódz remained out of the fighting, towards the rear. With his personal warriors, Bogdan charged the Wódz and his bodyguard. Slashing at them as they passed, they managed to kill several of the Wódz's men. But Bogdan's horse was hit, and collapsed. Bogdan, swiftly recovering, blocked an attack with his shield and thrust his sword forward into the belly of an enemy warrior. He rose to his feet and bashed another with his shield before driving his sword through the man's body.
As his men slaughtered the enemy warriors behind him, Bogdan himself fought the Wódz. The fight lasted just over a minute, before Bogdan had severed the man's head and then revealed it to the rest of the combatants. The remaining enemy warriors surrendered, and Gniezno was taken. About eighty of our men died in the fighting, but that number would have been far greater were it not for Bogdan's wise idea that forced the people of Gniezno to sally forth. The great warrior now allows his men to rest, because soon, they will march on Poznań, the last true fortress of the Western Polish tribes, the last obstacle between Książę Czcibor and uniting the Western Polish tribes with his own. But still, the lands to East are more mysterious, for somewhere out there are the Rus, Slavs like us, along with who knows what other peoples.
The great warrior Bogdan, upon seeing the dead body of Mieczysław, vowed to avenge his fellow Slavic brother. Speaking to a great crowd, and taking his case to Kraków itself, Bogdan persuaded a large number of our finest warriors to join him on an expedition to Gniezno. Personally leading the 800 men North, Bogdan's army encountered not a single soul. It would seem that our last battles have weakened the Western tribes. Bogdan himself had mentioned to one of his hand-chosen bodyguard warriors that the Western tribes would likely be prepared for a defensive war. And he was right. Upon reaching Gniezno, Bogan realized that the Gród was simply far too well-garrisoned to attempt a frontal assault.
Spying that birds were flocking to a tower inside the defenses, Bogdan came up with an idea. There had to have been grain in that tower, those were their supplies. Over the next two days, while they besieged Gniezno, his men had hunted for those same birds by laying grain on the ground and catching them or baiting them into traps. Once several of these birds were captured, Bogdan took several thick cloths, wrapped them into balls, and then tied them to the birds. Before releasing the birds, he took a torch and lit the cloths on fire. As he predicted, the birds soon landed on the tower, and while some of the cloths either ceased to be in flames, or burned out, enough were still lit that when the birds landed, they set fire to the grain tower.
The flames spread very quickly, fanned by winds from the East. Our warriors gave cheers of joy upon hearing the frightened and panicked cries of the Gród's inhabitants, thanking Perun and Strzybóg for this fortune. It took nearly an hour for the fire to be brought under control. By then, all the enemy's food supplies had been burned. Still, the Wódz of Gniezno refused to surrender. After another day of siege, the warriors inside grew desperate, they were undoubtedly out of food. They sallied forth to fight back against Bogdan, some 300-500 men.
Bogdan ordered his men to hold their positioned, shields up. Once the enemy neared, he blew his great battle horn and the front line of his warriors suddenly charged, with a battle cry echoing to the Gods themselves. Seeing the enemy warriors cut down by his, and forced into a difficult melee, he ordered some of his reserves to charge the flanks. This attack forced the enemy into a bit of a defensive circle, constantly being cut down from three flanks at once. Bogdan himself then mounted a horse, seeing how the Wódz remained out of the fighting, towards the rear. With his personal warriors, Bogdan charged the Wódz and his bodyguard. Slashing at them as they passed, they managed to kill several of the Wódz's men. But Bogdan's horse was hit, and collapsed. Bogdan, swiftly recovering, blocked an attack with his shield and thrust his sword forward into the belly of an enemy warrior. He rose to his feet and bashed another with his shield before driving his sword through the man's body.
As his men slaughtered the enemy warriors behind him, Bogdan himself fought the Wódz. The fight lasted just over a minute, before Bogdan had severed the man's head and then revealed it to the rest of the combatants. The remaining enemy warriors surrendered, and Gniezno was taken. About eighty of our men died in the fighting, but that number would have been far greater were it not for Bogdan's wise idea that forced the people of Gniezno to sally forth. The great warrior now allows his men to rest, because soon, they will march on Poznań, the last true fortress of the Western Polish tribes, the last obstacle between Książę Czcibor and uniting the Western Polish tribes with his own. But still, the lands to East are more mysterious, for somewhere out there are the Rus, Slavs like us, along with who knows what other peoples.
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Re: Local News
by House of Judah Wed Dec 23, 2015 7:41 pm
Yitzchak I, Lion of Judah, Lord of Jerusalem and all Israel, sat at the head of the table as the attendants to the meal finished the prayer of thanks to God for the bread they were about to eat. As the prayer came to a close, the tables occupants began grabbing up food and placing it on their plates.
“Father, have you given any thought to my suggestion?” asked his first born, Benyamin.
“This business of declaring myself King of Israel? I have thought on it. I’m not sure of the benefits of it. And it could create difficulties for me.”
“Nonsense father. Your people love you. Any naysayer would be swiftly silenced by his neighbors. Besides, you are king in all but name anyways. It would make no difference to most.”
“I’ll have to disagree with you there, Beni,” said Ari, Yitzchak’s second born, from across the table. “It will make a difference. But a good one. For most at least. Right now, our family rules by virtue of holding the most land and largest armies. And while that is true of most kings, they also have claim to a title divinely bound to them by blood.”
“Not to mention that it may better convince others to obey your edicts,” interjected Aloys, the young Occitan noble who, along with his twin sister Aliénor, had been raised in Yitzchak’s court by Bishop Daniel. The man had long been a frequent visitor to Yitzchak’s table since the the times of his childhood when he had first entered the Bishop’s care not long after his parents had died at the hands of bandits while on pilgrimage.
“Who dares defy my edicts?” Yitzchak demanded. The table grew still and quiet. Aloys cleared his throat and set down the bread in his hand.
“Forgive me, my lord. I had believed that Bishop Daniel had already spoken with you. He has received word of Christian pilgrims beset by bandits upon the road.”
“Within my holdings?”
“If not within them, but a stone’s throw from.”
“Where?”
“Due north of Tiberias.”
“Ari,” Yitzchak said, turning to his second son. “I want you to root out these bandits. Teach them the error of their ways. I don’t care if you have to conquer the territories to do it.”
“It shall be as you command it, Father.”
“How long do you need to prepare?”
“If my only goal is to root out some bandits, I can ride out at first light tomorrow. If you wish me to add these lands to your own, I will need… three days at least. And two thousand men.”
“Then you shall have them. I will not allow those lands to be used to hide bandits again.”
“My Lord, I beg you, please allow me to accompany your son on this campaign,” Aloys said. His sister looked up with alarm.
“An excellent idea, Father,” Ari said. “Aloys is a very good fighter and has shown a head for tactics and strategy. He would be useful to me. I can give him command of one of my companies.”
“I fear he will not be well received as the head of a company,” responded Benyamin. “The great affection that our family has for Aloys and his sister is well known, but they yet remain Christians and our father’s armies are Jewish. I fear they will not accept him as their commander.”
“Then let me raise a company of Christian soldiers,” offered Aloys. “My lord, your realm is rife with the lesser sons of lesser sons, men eager to prove themselves to God as worthy to rise beyond their current station. What better way to earn that then to engage upon an endeavor worthy of the Pope’s blessing: the defense of Christians in the Holy Land?” Yitzchak stroked his beard thoughtfully.
“Very well. Raise your company. You shall captain them and lead them at the head of my host when it marches north to settle those unruled lands. You have until the end of the Sabbath. And inform Bishop Daniel that he will accept their oaths to my service.” Aloys nodded his head in obedience as Aliénor turned to Sarah and began speaking in hushed tones. “You have till Sabbath's end as well, Benyamin,” the Hebrew lord said to his eldest son. “Gather the notables of my realm. Contact the Kohein Gadol and the Rabbinic Council so they can determine the proper offerings and prayers.”
“For campaign, Father?” Benyamin asked.
“For coronation. There shall be a king in Jerusalem once more.”
“Father, have you given any thought to my suggestion?” asked his first born, Benyamin.
“This business of declaring myself King of Israel? I have thought on it. I’m not sure of the benefits of it. And it could create difficulties for me.”
“Nonsense father. Your people love you. Any naysayer would be swiftly silenced by his neighbors. Besides, you are king in all but name anyways. It would make no difference to most.”
“I’ll have to disagree with you there, Beni,” said Ari, Yitzchak’s second born, from across the table. “It will make a difference. But a good one. For most at least. Right now, our family rules by virtue of holding the most land and largest armies. And while that is true of most kings, they also have claim to a title divinely bound to them by blood.”
“Not to mention that it may better convince others to obey your edicts,” interjected Aloys, the young Occitan noble who, along with his twin sister Aliénor, had been raised in Yitzchak’s court by Bishop Daniel. The man had long been a frequent visitor to Yitzchak’s table since the the times of his childhood when he had first entered the Bishop’s care not long after his parents had died at the hands of bandits while on pilgrimage.
“Who dares defy my edicts?” Yitzchak demanded. The table grew still and quiet. Aloys cleared his throat and set down the bread in his hand.
“Forgive me, my lord. I had believed that Bishop Daniel had already spoken with you. He has received word of Christian pilgrims beset by bandits upon the road.”
“Within my holdings?”
“If not within them, but a stone’s throw from.”
“Where?”
“Due north of Tiberias.”
“Ari,” Yitzchak said, turning to his second son. “I want you to root out these bandits. Teach them the error of their ways. I don’t care if you have to conquer the territories to do it.”
“It shall be as you command it, Father.”
“How long do you need to prepare?”
“If my only goal is to root out some bandits, I can ride out at first light tomorrow. If you wish me to add these lands to your own, I will need… three days at least. And two thousand men.”
“Then you shall have them. I will not allow those lands to be used to hide bandits again.”
“My Lord, I beg you, please allow me to accompany your son on this campaign,” Aloys said. His sister looked up with alarm.
“An excellent idea, Father,” Ari said. “Aloys is a very good fighter and has shown a head for tactics and strategy. He would be useful to me. I can give him command of one of my companies.”
“I fear he will not be well received as the head of a company,” responded Benyamin. “The great affection that our family has for Aloys and his sister is well known, but they yet remain Christians and our father’s armies are Jewish. I fear they will not accept him as their commander.”
“Then let me raise a company of Christian soldiers,” offered Aloys. “My lord, your realm is rife with the lesser sons of lesser sons, men eager to prove themselves to God as worthy to rise beyond their current station. What better way to earn that then to engage upon an endeavor worthy of the Pope’s blessing: the defense of Christians in the Holy Land?” Yitzchak stroked his beard thoughtfully.
“Very well. Raise your company. You shall captain them and lead them at the head of my host when it marches north to settle those unruled lands. You have until the end of the Sabbath. And inform Bishop Daniel that he will accept their oaths to my service.” Aloys nodded his head in obedience as Aliénor turned to Sarah and began speaking in hushed tones. “You have till Sabbath's end as well, Benyamin,” the Hebrew lord said to his eldest son. “Gather the notables of my realm. Contact the Kohein Gadol and the Rabbinic Council so they can determine the proper offerings and prayers.”
“For campaign, Father?” Benyamin asked.
“For coronation. There shall be a king in Jerusalem once more.”
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Re: Local News
by Varasd Wed Dec 23, 2015 10:57 pm
NOTE: This is a post from Juttlande, which has been moved to the Local News section of the forums.
Hark! On this glorious day, may all those of Mitgard witness the formation of the Kingdom of Juttlande! In the name of the Gods and in their honor, Jarl Harald Ragnarson has united the clans of Jutland, Fyn, Zealand, and Goeteland into a great kingdom for all northmen, and has been elected King of the Danes at the allthing in Uppsala. The King and his mighty warriors have successfully defeated the armies of the island earls, thus eliminating the last vestige of opposition to his authority and rival claimant to the throne of Jutland. From this day hence, may all men and Gods recognize the power of the new Danish kingdom!
Following a positive reply from the people towards his rule, the King hath decreed an end to hostilities among Danes and pledged to reconcile with all those who picked up sword, axe, and spear against him. With pledges of fealty from all the remaining Earls and Jarls within the Kingdom, King Harald hath also pledged to defend the realm of the Danes against the Christian scourge which threatens and insults the glory of the Gods.
In his wisdom, the King has sent envoys to all major kingdoms of the north, the Baltic, and beyond wishing to establish trade in the name of good-faith, but has not turned ear away from those in Jutland who seek plunder and glory from the upcoming raiding season. With express permission from the King, a selected amount of Jarls shall be eligible for permission to raid at the King's earliest convenience.
Formation of the Kingdom of Juttlande
Hark! On this glorious day, may all those of Mitgard witness the formation of the Kingdom of Juttlande! In the name of the Gods and in their honor, Jarl Harald Ragnarson has united the clans of Jutland, Fyn, Zealand, and Goeteland into a great kingdom for all northmen, and has been elected King of the Danes at the allthing in Uppsala. The King and his mighty warriors have successfully defeated the armies of the island earls, thus eliminating the last vestige of opposition to his authority and rival claimant to the throne of Jutland. From this day hence, may all men and Gods recognize the power of the new Danish kingdom!
Following a positive reply from the people towards his rule, the King hath decreed an end to hostilities among Danes and pledged to reconcile with all those who picked up sword, axe, and spear against him. With pledges of fealty from all the remaining Earls and Jarls within the Kingdom, King Harald hath also pledged to defend the realm of the Danes against the Christian scourge which threatens and insults the glory of the Gods.
In his wisdom, the King has sent envoys to all major kingdoms of the north, the Baltic, and beyond wishing to establish trade in the name of good-faith, but has not turned ear away from those in Jutland who seek plunder and glory from the upcoming raiding season. With express permission from the King, a selected amount of Jarls shall be eligible for permission to raid at the King's earliest convenience.
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Re: Local News
by Sǣxenland Sun Dec 27, 2015 6:25 pm
The mistglóm had spread throughout the valley of Hæglscīre that day. Coming in thin fingers from the top of the ancient forested mountain. The locals called this mistglóm the Dragon's Breath, speaking of an old tale which was detailed in the Chronicle of a jealous husband and a dragon. In return for the destruction of his wife's lover the dragon was to breath smoke upon the lands of the husband for three-hundred-and-two years. These lands is where Hæglscīre is.
The locals had come to associate something else with this particular mistglóm - when ghouls danced in its convections and the dead reached out their hands at the living. Today there would be a Sǣxencyningmót. This was when the most powerful chieftains and Undercyningen of the land came to cast their vote in the highest mót of the land.
While there is many Undercyningen in the lands of the Sǣxens, there is one who by virtue of this mót stood as a united persona whom they could rally under when the need came. This is the Cyning. Usually a newly elected Cyning would lead a conquest of a nearby Briton tribe and the most daring would brave the choppy waves of the Channel and plunder Normandy or even Brittany upon election to show his prowess and give the people confidence in his régime.
And when the mistglóm had fully settled on Hæglscīre, just as the eldest fisherman can feel a storm brewing in his bones, the population of this little valley shire were correct. Today there would be a Sǣxencyningmót. Cyning Ælþedric II Ælþedricsson had passed while doing battle with the Víkmen raiders from across the sea. The old king was dead, long live the King!
Within a day the great men of Sǣxenland had arrived for the mót. There was much festivity as with any gathering of powerful barbarian men. The finest entertainment, the finest wines, the finest musicians, good food, loud uproarious laughter and fun folk dancing where all major disciplines. However once the headaches had been staunched the next day the solemn and serious task began. They would choosing a new Cyning soon.
There are many factors to consider when one examines the events of this mót. For one the resurgence of Christianity had become an issue. A monastery had been set up on the southern shores and missionaries had been scouring the coasts looking for souls. The chieftains, primarily followers of the pagan gods Woden, Thunor and Tiw did not care much for the missionaries. Also to consider were the deep-seated familial issues which had not been resolved. For instance, the previous king, had wished that his second son, also called Ælþedric, succeed him. However his elder brother Kólí felt is should be he to take the place of his father. Kólí had spent most of his youth as a hostage in Denmark so hi claim was not regarded as well as that of Ælþedric the Younger. But nonetheless an inability to reach an agreement could lead to a serious confrontation as Kólí was well supported by the Víkmen barbarians and a powerful Briton tribe to the north.
Some wished to place a more distant relative on the throne, Beowulf Goðwinsson namely. This charming young man was sixth cousin of Ælþedric the Elder and great-nephew of the above mentioned Cyning's greatest rival and occasional usurper. His great-great uncle, Cíndric, traded places with Ælþedric as Cyning in a constant tug of war every few years.
The rest of Beowulf's family being killed in the last counter-coup by Ælþedric. Goðwinsson had inherited Cíndric's prime position. By prime position we mean the most devoted followers in the land, the chieftainship of a major tribe and loads of riches. The children of Ælþedric divided his realm and squabbled so relentlessly that they were useless as a family unit and lost control of their Underrælm and tribe. Meanwhile their cousin built up his power and the week before had been elected Undercyning of the Súðsǣxenní (an Underrælm along the coast) breaking the hold of Klússon family after two-hundred years.
The mót was underway.
"Should we wish to elect the most under-qualified nepotic Ælþedricsson to the most important throne in the land then we need not look any farther than the second son of the deceased Cyning and his Víkmen brother! Both are boys who have not tasted the glimmering steel of battle against our enemies, the Britons, the Víkmen - yes the elder of the two even betrayed us to them them - the Normans, and the Bretons! The elder of the two has been educated in the ways of the barbarous Norse and lain in the bed of the enemy and sired a son in that way. What if his Víkman son where to become King?The bastard being so fond of the Danes, Swedes and Norwegians gave away his poor deceased majesties fatal weakness! His withered knee! Which is what was struck by the Víkman axe man. This boy is responsible for the death of his own father! And his second son, who shares the name of his father is no better, twice he has fled like a coward from the honour of battle and twice he has been banished to the Norman court where he has leaned traitorous ideas. This creature has tolerated the Norman missionaries in his father's Underrælm (in his capacity of Regent) while his father fought the Víkmen in the East. These missionaries are a great locust in the south even tearing down a sacred oak which was being utilised in a ceremony to Frēj," the mót issued a collective gasp as the greatest orator in the land, Taðag Hronsson talked of the burning of the sacred oak, a revered aspect in their ancient religion, "I say good riddance with this generation of the Ælþedricsson family, and their traitorous Christian-loving ways! I say bypass the entire kin of Ælþedric and elect a man not tinted by the Normans, Víkmen or Christians, a good believer of the Gods and less extravagant and pampered than these paltry excuses for princes. We have let this dynasty hold on too long and it has decayed, no longer does it even retain a Underrælm or a tribe of its own after poor Cyning Ælþedric's death - all it has left is the throne of the Cyning - how can we let someone with no resources to back him continue governing? How?"
The mót applauded Hronsson. It was true that Ælþedric the Elder was a good ruler but his children where not as - acceptable. So the deliberations went underway for a week - as the custom. All the factions continued to fight for their candidate. Most where distant cousins of the former Cyning - to give them some legitimacy. While some fringe factions supported totally new dynasties. There was gridlock. So a consensus grew among the members of the mót - they would choose an alternate personality, a bureaucrat or a sheriff. Someone who was neutral and had no landholdings. So the mót ended and every person voted. The results where announced the next morning. The new Cyning would be Harold Haroldsson, Sheriff of Hæglscīre .
So the children of Ælþedric and Goðwinsson returned to their realms and gathered their allies and armies. Kólí and Ælþedric agreed to share the Cyningship between them and their powerful sister, Frēja Ælþedricsðóttir, who was their father's favourite and was given most of his land. Goðwinsson gathered his armies and allies and marched to confront the children of Ælþedric at Hæglscīre where the victor would most likely take the Cyningship.
They met to the south of Hæglscīre four days after the mót. This day is regarded as one of the most surprising turns of fate in Sǣxen history. On this day Frēja betrayed her brothers an dynasty for her secret lover, Beowulf Goðwinsson. While the armies of her brothers where being routed Harold Haroldsson (who had not yet accepted the Cyningship) rejected the Cyningship in favour of Goðwinsson and marched the little army he had to assist him. So when the day was done Goðwinsson and Frēja where married and her status was raised to the same of that a her husband, the first woman to be so. Harold Haroldsson was given the Underrælm of a defeated Undercyning and so all was calm for a while.
The locals had come to associate something else with this particular mistglóm - when ghouls danced in its convections and the dead reached out their hands at the living. Today there would be a Sǣxencyningmót. This was when the most powerful chieftains and Undercyningen of the land came to cast their vote in the highest mót of the land.
While there is many Undercyningen in the lands of the Sǣxens, there is one who by virtue of this mót stood as a united persona whom they could rally under when the need came. This is the Cyning. Usually a newly elected Cyning would lead a conquest of a nearby Briton tribe and the most daring would brave the choppy waves of the Channel and plunder Normandy or even Brittany upon election to show his prowess and give the people confidence in his régime.
And when the mistglóm had fully settled on Hæglscīre, just as the eldest fisherman can feel a storm brewing in his bones, the population of this little valley shire were correct. Today there would be a Sǣxencyningmót. Cyning Ælþedric II Ælþedricsson had passed while doing battle with the Víkmen raiders from across the sea. The old king was dead, long live the King!
Within a day the great men of Sǣxenland had arrived for the mót. There was much festivity as with any gathering of powerful barbarian men. The finest entertainment, the finest wines, the finest musicians, good food, loud uproarious laughter and fun folk dancing where all major disciplines. However once the headaches had been staunched the next day the solemn and serious task began. They would choosing a new Cyning soon.
There are many factors to consider when one examines the events of this mót. For one the resurgence of Christianity had become an issue. A monastery had been set up on the southern shores and missionaries had been scouring the coasts looking for souls. The chieftains, primarily followers of the pagan gods Woden, Thunor and Tiw did not care much for the missionaries. Also to consider were the deep-seated familial issues which had not been resolved. For instance, the previous king, had wished that his second son, also called Ælþedric, succeed him. However his elder brother Kólí felt is should be he to take the place of his father. Kólí had spent most of his youth as a hostage in Denmark so hi claim was not regarded as well as that of Ælþedric the Younger. But nonetheless an inability to reach an agreement could lead to a serious confrontation as Kólí was well supported by the Víkmen barbarians and a powerful Briton tribe to the north.
Some wished to place a more distant relative on the throne, Beowulf Goðwinsson namely. This charming young man was sixth cousin of Ælþedric the Elder and great-nephew of the above mentioned Cyning's greatest rival and occasional usurper. His great-great uncle, Cíndric, traded places with Ælþedric as Cyning in a constant tug of war every few years.
The rest of Beowulf's family being killed in the last counter-coup by Ælþedric. Goðwinsson had inherited Cíndric's prime position. By prime position we mean the most devoted followers in the land, the chieftainship of a major tribe and loads of riches. The children of Ælþedric divided his realm and squabbled so relentlessly that they were useless as a family unit and lost control of their Underrælm and tribe. Meanwhile their cousin built up his power and the week before had been elected Undercyning of the Súðsǣxenní (an Underrælm along the coast) breaking the hold of Klússon family after two-hundred years.
The mót was underway.
"Should we wish to elect the most under-qualified nepotic Ælþedricsson to the most important throne in the land then we need not look any farther than the second son of the deceased Cyning and his Víkmen brother! Both are boys who have not tasted the glimmering steel of battle against our enemies, the Britons, the Víkmen - yes the elder of the two even betrayed us to them them - the Normans, and the Bretons! The elder of the two has been educated in the ways of the barbarous Norse and lain in the bed of the enemy and sired a son in that way. What if his Víkman son where to become King?The bastard being so fond of the Danes, Swedes and Norwegians gave away his poor deceased majesties fatal weakness! His withered knee! Which is what was struck by the Víkman axe man. This boy is responsible for the death of his own father! And his second son, who shares the name of his father is no better, twice he has fled like a coward from the honour of battle and twice he has been banished to the Norman court where he has leaned traitorous ideas. This creature has tolerated the Norman missionaries in his father's Underrælm (in his capacity of Regent) while his father fought the Víkmen in the East. These missionaries are a great locust in the south even tearing down a sacred oak which was being utilised in a ceremony to Frēj," the mót issued a collective gasp as the greatest orator in the land, Taðag Hronsson talked of the burning of the sacred oak, a revered aspect in their ancient religion, "I say good riddance with this generation of the Ælþedricsson family, and their traitorous Christian-loving ways! I say bypass the entire kin of Ælþedric and elect a man not tinted by the Normans, Víkmen or Christians, a good believer of the Gods and less extravagant and pampered than these paltry excuses for princes. We have let this dynasty hold on too long and it has decayed, no longer does it even retain a Underrælm or a tribe of its own after poor Cyning Ælþedric's death - all it has left is the throne of the Cyning - how can we let someone with no resources to back him continue governing? How?"
The mót applauded Hronsson. It was true that Ælþedric the Elder was a good ruler but his children where not as - acceptable. So the deliberations went underway for a week - as the custom. All the factions continued to fight for their candidate. Most where distant cousins of the former Cyning - to give them some legitimacy. While some fringe factions supported totally new dynasties. There was gridlock. So a consensus grew among the members of the mót - they would choose an alternate personality, a bureaucrat or a sheriff. Someone who was neutral and had no landholdings. So the mót ended and every person voted. The results where announced the next morning. The new Cyning would be Harold Haroldsson, Sheriff of Hæglscīre .
So the children of Ælþedric and Goðwinsson returned to their realms and gathered their allies and armies. Kólí and Ælþedric agreed to share the Cyningship between them and their powerful sister, Frēja Ælþedricsðóttir, who was their father's favourite and was given most of his land. Goðwinsson gathered his armies and allies and marched to confront the children of Ælþedric at Hæglscīre where the victor would most likely take the Cyningship.
They met to the south of Hæglscīre four days after the mót. This day is regarded as one of the most surprising turns of fate in Sǣxen history. On this day Frēja betrayed her brothers an dynasty for her secret lover, Beowulf Goðwinsson. While the armies of her brothers where being routed Harold Haroldsson (who had not yet accepted the Cyningship) rejected the Cyningship in favour of Goðwinsson and marched the little army he had to assist him. So when the day was done Goðwinsson and Frēja where married and her status was raised to the same of that a her husband, the first woman to be so. Harold Haroldsson was given the Underrælm of a defeated Undercyning and so all was calm for a while.
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Re: Local News
by House of Judah Mon Dec 28, 2015 10:20 pm
Yitzchak I could feel his stomach twist itself in hunger. He had begun a fast several nights before. The scent of the burning flesh from the calfs and rams he had brought to the Temple as offerings filled his nose and intensified his hunger. Once more he closed his eyes and prayed for God’s blessing. The prayer helped to empty his thoughts, beat back the hunger, purifying him of appetite and weariness.
He heard steps approaching him and opened his eyes to view the Kohen Gadol, the High Priest and leader of the Kohanim. The priest nodded to Yitzchak. It was time. The Hebrew lord bowed to God once more, before turning and striding out from the Temple. He descended the steps of the Temple and began his march to Yehudah’s Square, the great open courtyard before the David’s Citadel where his coronation would occur. His sons stepped in line behind him as the processional formed. The sun was drifting lower in the sky, and the light reflected off of him as though the very rays that once adorned Moses had come to reside upon and within Yitzchak. The people of Jerusalem, men and women, young and old, beggar and nobleman, all reached out to their lord as if to gather some of the holy light for themselves.
Before long the processional arrived at the square and its members took place for the ceremony. The Kohen Gadol made his way past the others and took place above Yitzchak as he kneeled before him.
“Behold, the King walketh before you,” the Kohen Gadol called out.
“Here I am,” Yitzchak shouted. “Witness against me before the Lord: Whose ox have I taken? Or whose ass have I taken? Or whom have I defrauded? Or whom have I oppressed? Or of whose hand have I taken a ransom to blind mine eyes therewith? And I will restore it to you.”
“Thou hath not defrauded us, nor oppressed us, neither has thou taken aught of any man’s hand,” thundered the witnesses of the coronation.
“The Lord is witness this day that you have not found aught in my hand,” Yitzchak replied. The Kohen Gadol spread the scroll before himself and laid down his yad to guide his reading.
“Now the days of David drew nigh that he should die; and he charged Solomon his son, saying: 'I go the way of all the earth; be thou strong therefore, and show thyself a man; and keep the charge of the Lord thy God, to walk in His ways, to keep His statutes, and His commandments, and His ordinances, and His testimonies, according to that which is written in the law of Moses, that thou mayest prosper in all that thou doest, and whithersoever thou turnest thyself; that the Lord may establish His word which He spoke concerning me, saying: If thy children take heed to their way, to walk before Me in truth with all their heart and with all their soul, there shall not fail thee, said He, a man on the throne of Israel.
“This is the charge given by David and accepted by Solomon. Wilt thou swear to uphold this oath?”
“I make oath unto the Almighty that I shall uphold this oath. Praised are You, Adonai our God, Sovereign of the universe, who makes firm my steps.”
“Then behold, for we are thy bone and thy flesh. And the Lord thy God shall say unto thee: Thou shalt feed My people Israel, and thou shalt be prince over My people Israel.” The Kohen Gadol rested the crown upon Yitzchak’s head. “Praised are You, Adonai our God, Sovereign of the universe, who crowns Israel with glory.” Yitzchak rose and turned to face his people. Benyamin stepped forward and called out to the crowd.
“Behold your king, Yitzchak ben Benyamin ben Yehuda, the first of his name, the Lion of Judah, as decreed by the Almighty, King of Judeans, Lord of Jerusalem and all Israel, Defender of the Temple.” The witnesses began cheering at the pronouncement of their king. As the cheers slowly died down, a body of armored knights marched forward, numbering one and one hundred. They came in a column four wide and twenty five deep, and at their head came Aloys de Narbonne. They came to a halt then as one knelt before the king.
“King Yitzchak, in your wisdom you have proclaimed that the Christian shall be welcome in your realm. Despite this, there are those who would violate your peace. We, an assemblage of Christian knights, have come before you to ask that you accept us into your service, and in your name shall we defend the Christian places of your realm and visit your vengeance on those who would violate your peace.”
“I shall accept you service. Cardinal Bishop Daniel, as their confessor, I bid thee administer to them their oaths.” The priest strode forth to stand before Christian knights.
“If there be a Christian here who would pledge himself to serve our King and defend the Christians of his realm, let him swear by this oath:
“In the name of the Father, of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost, I do solemnly swear in free and voluntary desire, to serve as a Knight of Nazareth of the most holy Order of Christian Guardian of Nazareth. I do swear by the Eternal Power of the Trinity, to be both a true and chivalric Knight, to obey the King of Judeans and my Commanders and to aid my bretheren. I also swear by all that is holy and dear unto me, to aid those less fortunate than I, to relieve the distress of the world and to fulfill my knightly obligations. This oath do I give of my own free and independent will, so help me God!”
Yitzchak I stood watching from above the gates of Jerusalem as his host marched from the city. At it’s head rode the Nazorean Guard, their banner of two lions guarding the lamb was clear in the morning’s light. Aloys de Narbonne led them, his helmet clutched to his side such that his fair haired head could be seen. Aliénor stood with Yitzchak and his family stood atop the gates, watching her brother ride out to do combat with the enemies of the King.
Heavy footed steps drew their attention. They turned to find Ari striding up, heavily armored, in preparation for riding out.
“Father,” he said. “I shall bring you the heads of the transgressors and all shall learn to heed the word of the King of Judeans.”
“I know you will, my son.” Aliénor turned back to watch her brother ride from the city.
“Please, look after my brother. He is all I have.”
“Fear not, Aliénor,” Benyamin said to her. “Your and brother and yourself as are our own siblings. He will see him to safety.”
“It is as my brother says,” replied Ari. “I will return your brother to you, unharmed, for the most part, and wreathed in glory.” He embraced his father, then strode down the steps to his horse. Aliénor once more gazed at her brother in worry. Benyamin laid a hand upon her shoulder in comfort.
“He will return. Whole. And you will embrace again, as will the whole of my father’s kingdom.”
He heard steps approaching him and opened his eyes to view the Kohen Gadol, the High Priest and leader of the Kohanim. The priest nodded to Yitzchak. It was time. The Hebrew lord bowed to God once more, before turning and striding out from the Temple. He descended the steps of the Temple and began his march to Yehudah’s Square, the great open courtyard before the David’s Citadel where his coronation would occur. His sons stepped in line behind him as the processional formed. The sun was drifting lower in the sky, and the light reflected off of him as though the very rays that once adorned Moses had come to reside upon and within Yitzchak. The people of Jerusalem, men and women, young and old, beggar and nobleman, all reached out to their lord as if to gather some of the holy light for themselves.
Before long the processional arrived at the square and its members took place for the ceremony. The Kohen Gadol made his way past the others and took place above Yitzchak as he kneeled before him.
“Behold, the King walketh before you,” the Kohen Gadol called out.
“Here I am,” Yitzchak shouted. “Witness against me before the Lord: Whose ox have I taken? Or whose ass have I taken? Or whom have I defrauded? Or whom have I oppressed? Or of whose hand have I taken a ransom to blind mine eyes therewith? And I will restore it to you.”
“Thou hath not defrauded us, nor oppressed us, neither has thou taken aught of any man’s hand,” thundered the witnesses of the coronation.
“The Lord is witness this day that you have not found aught in my hand,” Yitzchak replied. The Kohen Gadol spread the scroll before himself and laid down his yad to guide his reading.
“Now the days of David drew nigh that he should die; and he charged Solomon his son, saying: 'I go the way of all the earth; be thou strong therefore, and show thyself a man; and keep the charge of the Lord thy God, to walk in His ways, to keep His statutes, and His commandments, and His ordinances, and His testimonies, according to that which is written in the law of Moses, that thou mayest prosper in all that thou doest, and whithersoever thou turnest thyself; that the Lord may establish His word which He spoke concerning me, saying: If thy children take heed to their way, to walk before Me in truth with all their heart and with all their soul, there shall not fail thee, said He, a man on the throne of Israel.
“This is the charge given by David and accepted by Solomon. Wilt thou swear to uphold this oath?”
“I make oath unto the Almighty that I shall uphold this oath. Praised are You, Adonai our God, Sovereign of the universe, who makes firm my steps.”
“Then behold, for we are thy bone and thy flesh. And the Lord thy God shall say unto thee: Thou shalt feed My people Israel, and thou shalt be prince over My people Israel.” The Kohen Gadol rested the crown upon Yitzchak’s head. “Praised are You, Adonai our God, Sovereign of the universe, who crowns Israel with glory.” Yitzchak rose and turned to face his people. Benyamin stepped forward and called out to the crowd.
“Behold your king, Yitzchak ben Benyamin ben Yehuda, the first of his name, the Lion of Judah, as decreed by the Almighty, King of Judeans, Lord of Jerusalem and all Israel, Defender of the Temple.” The witnesses began cheering at the pronouncement of their king. As the cheers slowly died down, a body of armored knights marched forward, numbering one and one hundred. They came in a column four wide and twenty five deep, and at their head came Aloys de Narbonne. They came to a halt then as one knelt before the king.
“King Yitzchak, in your wisdom you have proclaimed that the Christian shall be welcome in your realm. Despite this, there are those who would violate your peace. We, an assemblage of Christian knights, have come before you to ask that you accept us into your service, and in your name shall we defend the Christian places of your realm and visit your vengeance on those who would violate your peace.”
“I shall accept you service. Cardinal Bishop Daniel, as their confessor, I bid thee administer to them their oaths.” The priest strode forth to stand before Christian knights.
“If there be a Christian here who would pledge himself to serve our King and defend the Christians of his realm, let him swear by this oath:
“In the name of the Father, of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost, I do solemnly swear in free and voluntary desire, to serve as a Knight of Nazareth of the most holy Order of Christian Guardian of Nazareth. I do swear by the Eternal Power of the Trinity, to be both a true and chivalric Knight, to obey the King of Judeans and my Commanders and to aid my bretheren. I also swear by all that is holy and dear unto me, to aid those less fortunate than I, to relieve the distress of the world and to fulfill my knightly obligations. This oath do I give of my own free and independent will, so help me God!”
Yitzchak I stood watching from above the gates of Jerusalem as his host marched from the city. At it’s head rode the Nazorean Guard, their banner of two lions guarding the lamb was clear in the morning’s light. Aloys de Narbonne led them, his helmet clutched to his side such that his fair haired head could be seen. Aliénor stood with Yitzchak and his family stood atop the gates, watching her brother ride out to do combat with the enemies of the King.
Heavy footed steps drew their attention. They turned to find Ari striding up, heavily armored, in preparation for riding out.
“Father,” he said. “I shall bring you the heads of the transgressors and all shall learn to heed the word of the King of Judeans.”
“I know you will, my son.” Aliénor turned back to watch her brother ride from the city.
“Please, look after my brother. He is all I have.”
“Fear not, Aliénor,” Benyamin said to her. “Your and brother and yourself as are our own siblings. He will see him to safety.”
“It is as my brother says,” replied Ari. “I will return your brother to you, unharmed, for the most part, and wreathed in glory.” He embraced his father, then strode down the steps to his horse. Aliénor once more gazed at her brother in worry. Benyamin laid a hand upon her shoulder in comfort.
“He will return. Whole. And you will embrace again, as will the whole of my father’s kingdom.”
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Re: Local News
by Varasd Wed Dec 30, 2015 8:27 pm
ZVONIMIR I. ACCEPTS HUNGARIAN TRIBES INTO HIS REALMS
Zvonimir I., Duke of Varasd, has accepted that the semi-nomadic magyar/hungarian tribes are let into the poorly populated area of Pannonia, and settle down there. Overall, 4 tribes will be let into the realm: Kabar, Nyék, Megyer, and Kürtgyarmat. The 4 tribes of the hungarians will have authonomy, meaning that they can pay their tribue towards the Duke in one amount per year, and they will have their own judges and administration.
However, they are required to serve in the army of Zvonimir I, meaning that the Army of Varasd has gained several thousand highly trained light cavalrymen and horse archers. This, combined with the german heavy armored knights and the slavic footmen, is a perfect addition to the Varasdian army.
The chiefs of the leading hungarian clans have gained nobility titles aswell. Even though the majority of them are already christian, several missionaries have been sent to the Hungarians, in order to root the idol worship out. A new bishophoric of Pannonia will be built in Alba Regia, otherwise known as Fehervar, the regional centre aswell.
However, 4 other Hungarian tribes, Tarján, Jenő, Kér and Keszi have settled on the other side of the river Danube. Zvonimir I. has taken up the title "Lord/Ruler of all Hungarians", announcing his claim to rule the other Hungarian tribes aswell. In order to symbolise this, Zvonimir I. has ordered that the Flag of Varasd shall now include the red-striped flag of the Hungarian tribes aswell.
Hungarian horse archers in the Varasdian army
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Re: Local News
by Crusader Thu Dec 31, 2015 4:07 pm
Bishop-Knight Laurence declares a new people. The Gepidae.
Cardinal Laurence is an aging man, afflicted with the gradual destruction of his body in the medieval age, his mind is turned towards the future of his nation, he, the founder, must safe-guard its continued existence.
From henceforth, all peoples in The Crusading States shall become Gepidae, named after the ancient tribespeople before Christianity and civilization reached them. Many of the native Prussians are descendants of these tribesmen. From here on, whether you're a Crusader, a Prussian, a Balticman or any, you shall be tied in bonds of fellowship; set aside your rivalries, together, and in the future we shall forge a magnificent nation. Our unity will be unquestioned, or piety default and our morals enforced.
FYI: "Gepidae, a Germanic tribe that lived on the southern Baltic coast in the 1st century ad, having migrated there from southern Sweden some years earlier."
Cardinal Laurence is an aging man, afflicted with the gradual destruction of his body in the medieval age, his mind is turned towards the future of his nation, he, the founder, must safe-guard its continued existence.
From henceforth, all peoples in The Crusading States shall become Gepidae, named after the ancient tribespeople before Christianity and civilization reached them. Many of the native Prussians are descendants of these tribesmen. From here on, whether you're a Crusader, a Prussian, a Balticman or any, you shall be tied in bonds of fellowship; set aside your rivalries, together, and in the future we shall forge a magnificent nation. Our unity will be unquestioned, or piety default and our morals enforced.
FYI: "Gepidae, a Germanic tribe that lived on the southern Baltic coast in the 1st century ad, having migrated there from southern Sweden some years earlier."
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Re: Local News
by Azaq Tue Jan 19, 2016 2:42 am
The smoke and ash from the fires that engulfed the villages could be seen for miles as the structures underneath them crumbled. It was here where it started, on this great river that that Greeks called "Danapris". The warriors of these villages lie either slain or wounded, unable to stave off the ferocity of these invaders from the far east, these men of the steppes and their Turkic allies.
They called themselves the Mongols.
The natives were no match for the superior horsemanship of the Mongol riders, and swiftly fell to the Mongolian hordes, who proceeded to liberally murder, rape, enslave, destroy, and pillage all they could. The great Khan, Ganbaatar, stood triumphantly over the ashes of his enemies, blind of the carnage around him. However he grew displeased with the brutality he witnessed, tarnishing his victory. He raised his hand in the air, and slowly the men stopped what they were doing and turned to their leader, as did the disabled or captive enemy.
"Let us not soil our new our home, nor it's inhabitants - our new countrymen. They are not our victims, but our brothers, for this land is now ours, but so to is it still theirs."
Slowly his men removed themselves from the women they had forced themselves on, returned the goods they had stolen, removed the chains from their captives and addressed their wounds, they ceased their destruction and erected their banners. The Khan had spoken, and his word was law.
The Khan dismounted from his horse and tread the grass below, making his way to the rivers edge. Quickly he turned around, and pointed to a young Turkic lieutenant of his.
"You there! This river holds many names no doubt, and we shall add another! But what?"
The lieutenant thought for a moment, and then straightened his posture.
"Özü, great Khan!"
The Khan smiled.
"Good man!"
He then turned to face the land that surround him, and then turned to another Turkic lieutenant of his, this one older and more experienced.
"Now we build a new country on top of the world - what shall it be called?"
This lieutenant pondered longer than the first, and surveyed the land. He squinted, setting his sight on everything he could before finally returning to the Khan's attention, grinning with confidence.
"Azaq."
The Khan stared at him with an unsure glare, before breaking the act and smiling.
"I like it."
Suddenly a scout rode up from behind, originating from the distant south, with the Khan turning to greet him.
"Report."
The scout dismounted from his horse, and approached the Khan.
"There are cities to the south, great Khan. Beautiful cities, rich cities. They are strung up along the coast of a peninsula, with no other land route out. They appear to be Greek."
The Khan smiled.
"Excellent. They, too, shall be part of our country. Rally the banners, we march at dawn tomorrow!"
They called themselves the Mongols.
The natives were no match for the superior horsemanship of the Mongol riders, and swiftly fell to the Mongolian hordes, who proceeded to liberally murder, rape, enslave, destroy, and pillage all they could. The great Khan, Ganbaatar, stood triumphantly over the ashes of his enemies, blind of the carnage around him. However he grew displeased with the brutality he witnessed, tarnishing his victory. He raised his hand in the air, and slowly the men stopped what they were doing and turned to their leader, as did the disabled or captive enemy.
"Let us not soil our new our home, nor it's inhabitants - our new countrymen. They are not our victims, but our brothers, for this land is now ours, but so to is it still theirs."
Slowly his men removed themselves from the women they had forced themselves on, returned the goods they had stolen, removed the chains from their captives and addressed their wounds, they ceased their destruction and erected their banners. The Khan had spoken, and his word was law.
The Khan dismounted from his horse and tread the grass below, making his way to the rivers edge. Quickly he turned around, and pointed to a young Turkic lieutenant of his.
"You there! This river holds many names no doubt, and we shall add another! But what?"
The lieutenant thought for a moment, and then straightened his posture.
"Özü, great Khan!"
The Khan smiled.
"Good man!"
He then turned to face the land that surround him, and then turned to another Turkic lieutenant of his, this one older and more experienced.
"Now we build a new country on top of the world - what shall it be called?"
This lieutenant pondered longer than the first, and surveyed the land. He squinted, setting his sight on everything he could before finally returning to the Khan's attention, grinning with confidence.
"Azaq."
The Khan stared at him with an unsure glare, before breaking the act and smiling.
"I like it."
Suddenly a scout rode up from behind, originating from the distant south, with the Khan turning to greet him.
"Report."
The scout dismounted from his horse, and approached the Khan.
"There are cities to the south, great Khan. Beautiful cities, rich cities. They are strung up along the coast of a peninsula, with no other land route out. They appear to be Greek."
The Khan smiled.
"Excellent. They, too, shall be part of our country. Rally the banners, we march at dawn tomorrow!"
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The Old King is... (1/ 2)
by Cybelos [ERE] Tue Jan 19, 2016 11:14 pm
Alexander could see the docks of Tyrn approaching with tired eyes. Busy nights of writing missives to be delivered once docked were the culprit.
As soon as he docked, he promised himself a long bath, a proper bath.
Bathing on a ship, if it could be called that, while on choppy waters could be compared to wrestling with a wheelbarrow full of water at its best.
This would be a promise that he would not be able to keep, it seems. Not five minutes had passed since his departure from the ship, and already they were about him. Lords, Ladies, nobility, and the lot. Most notably would have been the Prince of Judea and his... manservant? He would have to get the full report on the man later. The meeting had pushed dormant thoughts from the back of his mind, center stage.
He would need an heir, less there be a Civil War upon his death. He was beginning to grey, even he had to admit to himself.
Back when Tyrn was but a city-state, and Alexander's father, Philip, ruled over it, Alexander had a... shall we say... mistress? Catherine, of Tyrn her name would officially become once the Kingdom was established. Just Catherine as far as Alexander would be concerned. Back, under the rule of Philip, there was a rumor that Catherine was with child, and the then Lord of Tyrn exiled her when he had heard the news. Couldn't have them to be married. A future Lord marrying his mistress? A foolish notion as far as Lord Philip was concerned. Alexander would never marry, maybe his father would have changed his tune if he had known.
And so, she was exiled to the Isles, where she would from there disappear, presumed dead. She wouldn't disappear without leaving behind a child. Theon is his name, born in Candia, not some twenty years ago. Alexander had been sure to keep records on his... son, he supposed. Theon has had a promising life in Candia, so far. An assistant to the local smith, a former soldier, above average pay, and the amenities that could afford.
Alexander had faced many challenges in his life. He had to kill men during his soldiering days, he had to unite the realms and the Isles under a single banner.
How could he face this? Telling his estranged son that he was the rightful prince and future king of the land where he had made his home. It would have to be done however, he believed.
The succession needn't be bloody He hoped it wouldn't be bloody when he confronted his son. God knows he deserved a punch in the face, at least. But before the face-punching, a bath.
He was surely in need of the relaxation.
As soon as he docked, he promised himself a long bath, a proper bath.
Bathing on a ship, if it could be called that, while on choppy waters could be compared to wrestling with a wheelbarrow full of water at its best.
This would be a promise that he would not be able to keep, it seems. Not five minutes had passed since his departure from the ship, and already they were about him. Lords, Ladies, nobility, and the lot. Most notably would have been the Prince of Judea and his... manservant? He would have to get the full report on the man later. The meeting had pushed dormant thoughts from the back of his mind, center stage.
He would need an heir, less there be a Civil War upon his death. He was beginning to grey, even he had to admit to himself.
Back when Tyrn was but a city-state, and Alexander's father, Philip, ruled over it, Alexander had a... shall we say... mistress? Catherine, of Tyrn her name would officially become once the Kingdom was established. Just Catherine as far as Alexander would be concerned. Back, under the rule of Philip, there was a rumor that Catherine was with child, and the then Lord of Tyrn exiled her when he had heard the news. Couldn't have them to be married. A future Lord marrying his mistress? A foolish notion as far as Lord Philip was concerned. Alexander would never marry, maybe his father would have changed his tune if he had known.
And so, she was exiled to the Isles, where she would from there disappear, presumed dead. She wouldn't disappear without leaving behind a child. Theon is his name, born in Candia, not some twenty years ago. Alexander had been sure to keep records on his... son, he supposed. Theon has had a promising life in Candia, so far. An assistant to the local smith, a former soldier, above average pay, and the amenities that could afford.
Alexander had faced many challenges in his life. He had to kill men during his soldiering days, he had to unite the realms and the Isles under a single banner.
How could he face this? Telling his estranged son that he was the rightful prince and future king of the land where he had made his home. It would have to be done however, he believed.
The succession needn't be bloody He hoped it wouldn't be bloody when he confronted his son. God knows he deserved a punch in the face, at least. But before the face-punching, a bath.
He was surely in need of the relaxation.
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The Old King is... (2/2)
by Cybelos [ERE] Thu Jan 21, 2016 10:47 pm
Hark, on this day, the 25th of January, in the year of our world, 6509 AM, our King, Alexander has announced his heir to the throne of Cybelos.
We're told King Alexander had met with Prince Lavrentios at his modest home on the island of Crete, where the two had spoke for several hours, eventually returning from the home to set sail to the capital, Tyrn.
We spoke very briefly with the Prince, who was very laconic in his response, saying only that it is his duty to accept his father's request.
We feel honored that the Prince, who will surely be very busy in the upcoming days gave us a response at all.
We are all better to have a future King who sees his reign as a duty to his people, and we wish him a long and healthy reign in the future.
We would also like to wish King Alexander a long and healthy reign as well. Long may he reign!
Crier's Notice, posted and proclaimed
We're told King Alexander had met with Prince Lavrentios at his modest home on the island of Crete, where the two had spoke for several hours, eventually returning from the home to set sail to the capital, Tyrn.
We spoke very briefly with the Prince, who was very laconic in his response, saying only that it is his duty to accept his father's request.
We feel honored that the Prince, who will surely be very busy in the upcoming days gave us a response at all.
We are all better to have a future King who sees his reign as a duty to his people, and we wish him a long and healthy reign in the future.
We would also like to wish King Alexander a long and healthy reign as well. Long may he reign!
Crier's Notice, posted and proclaimed
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The Silver Nation Awakens
by Hylradia Mon Jan 25, 2016 8:54 am
The Good Lord Above has made his will known. On this honorable day, the world witnesses the birth of a great new nation, as a group of city-states merge together into one single power and crown their first king, His Majesty King Gregory Gadwick the First, with him Queen Catherine, Prince Gregory the Second, Prince Vincent and Princess Muriel. The family swore to it's people of a long, worthy and fruitful reign yesterday during the coronation ceremony at the St-Eleanor of Oxford Cathedral, in the new capital city. All of the Kingdom's naval ports are open for trade and it is said there will be attempts to open commercial relationships with the neighbouring nation of Saexenland.
The Royal family wishes to all a prosperous future and the best of times.
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Byzantine Bithynia
by Byzantine_Bithynia Wed Jan 27, 2016 1:00 am
BYZANTINE BITHYNIA
Behold! Men of God and heathens alike, a mighty nation has risen from the chaos of war and conflict, a mighty nation to lead the people of Anatolia to glory, and to reclaim their lost glory! With one head looking west, and the other east, the mighty eagle of Byzantium makes ready for both war and peace. It watches over its people and its enemies, ready to fight and bring its people to greatness. The Greek people were always destined to be masters of the world, and Byzantium shall seek to ensure that this destiny is fulfilled.
With its soldiers standing ready, its people filled with motivation, and its banners flying high, it is ready to take on whatever challenges it may face.
With its soldiers standing ready, its people filled with motivation, and its banners flying high, it is ready to take on whatever challenges it may face.
OOC: Consider this a bit older than it is....was going to post it before I made my registry but it seems I forgot too...
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