Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll
2010-08-03, 11:57 AM
The Penthičvre Chronicles
A new AAR, by the completely veteran, generally awesome guy Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll has shaken the very bedrock of what was known and unknown! Politics! Intrigue! Action! Get ready for the time of your lives. Follow the de Penthičvre's and Penteurs on a journey through the ages.
I'm going to start with just a test run, to see how you all like my characters and writing styles. There will be 12 installments of this AAR at first (roughly one per in-game month), and after that, well, we'll see what happens. The installments vary from 250 words, to 1500 words, depending on what happens in that installment. There are no pictures, just words. Just story. There's no hint that it happens in the game, only my word that what I am telling to you has happened in the game. So no, this is not going to show you how to play the game. I leave that to the Let's Plays. No, this is different. This is showing why I really love this game; because every time I play Crusader Kings, I'm thinking in terms of a story. Note: I do reserve the right to change certain events for artistic licence. Other than that: enjoy!
The Times of Edouarzh I de Penthičvre
Dec 26th, 1066
It was the day after Christmas he decided to tell his sons his decision. He had chosen this day because Christmas was, traditionally, the time when his family would all converge on Penthičvre Castle. Ironically, however, the very same reason he decided to tell his sons this decision took the one son who most needed to hear it away, and another son with him.
Perhaps it really started in the days of Duke Conan II. William Duke of Normandy had supported the rebellion of Rivallon I of Dol. There was a short, uncommitted, war. During that war, Edouarzh, recently created the first Count of Penthičvre, thought he could sense the sheer potential of the Norman People, and William especially. After the war, he had the chance to meet William once, and at once encouraged his sons to swear fealty to that man. Two did: His sons Brient, and Alan Rufus. That year, 1066, he vowed to switch his inheritance to Brient as opposed to his eldest son, the bastard Tihern. Duke William, himself a bastard, was the one to mess with his plans. He had already moved on England, and taken Brient and Alan Rufus with him. He was, of course, successful, and Brient and Alan Rufus were both given positions of power, in places William knew would be like home.
Meanwhile, Duke Conan II took advantage on William’s absence in Normandy, and invaded Anjou, meaning to circle up through Maine and into Normandy. He fell dead after 2 successful sieges, prey to a poisoned riding glove. Conan’s death was a horrible strike for Edouarzh, who had been Regent of Brittany during Conan’s childhood. Conan’s sister, Havoise Raozhon, took power. She married the (at the time) Count of Kerne and Nantes, Hoel Kerne.
In a twist of subtle irony, William gave Brient the title of Count of Cornwall, the title once held by his uncle's ancestors, the new Dowager-Duke Hoel II. Alan Rufus became his older brother’s right hand man, and the second most powerful man in Cornwall.
Of course, while this made the move of inheritance to Brien make all the more sense, it meant that neither brother could be there this Christmas.
With a sigh, Edouarzh stood up, his old, tired back creaking. He glanced over the faces of all those of his sons present: Jafrez, standing as tall and straight as ever; Alan the Black, shifty, standing a bit to side; Tihern, just beginning to show signs of age, already a slight paunch; Derrien, mild-mannered as ever. He had to start somewhere. “I have an announcement to make.” He paused, as if all of those present in the hall were not already paying attention to him. “Mhm, thank you. Mhm. I’m going to make this short. I don’t have the breath I used to. Mhm. To the point: I’m sorry Tihern. I know you were expecting to inherit all of this, but you are not a legitimate son. Yes, you may point to how I admire the new King William, but he was an only son. And I’m afraid one of my other sons has shown himself much more promising. If I let Brient take Penthičvre, then our holdings more than double. This is obviously a good thing. So, from now on, Brient is to be considered my heir.” He sat back slowly, his face contorting. He reckoned himself to be almost 70, and he looked every inch that age.
Tihern just nodded stiffly at the news, but Alan the Black was, as was typical, more vocal. “You can’t do that! He may only be my half-brother, but he’s my brother! This is bull****!”
Jafrez shook his head. “Father is right. Brient has found himself more land than father owns himself. It just makes tactical sense.”
“The world isn’t a God damned battle, Jaf!!” Yelled Alan.
“Both of you. Stop, please.” Derrien was still reclining on his bench. “You’ll wake Father.”
True enough, Edouarzh had nodded off.
And thus ended 1066 in Brittany.
Jan 11 1067 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9075162&postcount=3)
Jan 30 1067 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9090395&postcount=7)
Feb 20 1067 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9102518&postcount=8)
April 12 1067 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9108209&postcount=11)
July 29 1067 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9125067&postcount=12)
August 22 1067 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9172126&postcount=14)
Oh yeah, and the first instalment is... well, not completely indicatory of the writing style used later on. Getting the background of the Penthičvre family and Brittany in general across was... tricky. Really, it's the only part of the 12 installments I'm unhappy with.
A new AAR, by the completely veteran, generally awesome guy Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll has shaken the very bedrock of what was known and unknown! Politics! Intrigue! Action! Get ready for the time of your lives. Follow the de Penthičvre's and Penteurs on a journey through the ages.
I'm going to start with just a test run, to see how you all like my characters and writing styles. There will be 12 installments of this AAR at first (roughly one per in-game month), and after that, well, we'll see what happens. The installments vary from 250 words, to 1500 words, depending on what happens in that installment. There are no pictures, just words. Just story. There's no hint that it happens in the game, only my word that what I am telling to you has happened in the game. So no, this is not going to show you how to play the game. I leave that to the Let's Plays. No, this is different. This is showing why I really love this game; because every time I play Crusader Kings, I'm thinking in terms of a story. Note: I do reserve the right to change certain events for artistic licence. Other than that: enjoy!
The Times of Edouarzh I de Penthičvre
Dec 26th, 1066
It was the day after Christmas he decided to tell his sons his decision. He had chosen this day because Christmas was, traditionally, the time when his family would all converge on Penthičvre Castle. Ironically, however, the very same reason he decided to tell his sons this decision took the one son who most needed to hear it away, and another son with him.
Perhaps it really started in the days of Duke Conan II. William Duke of Normandy had supported the rebellion of Rivallon I of Dol. There was a short, uncommitted, war. During that war, Edouarzh, recently created the first Count of Penthičvre, thought he could sense the sheer potential of the Norman People, and William especially. After the war, he had the chance to meet William once, and at once encouraged his sons to swear fealty to that man. Two did: His sons Brient, and Alan Rufus. That year, 1066, he vowed to switch his inheritance to Brient as opposed to his eldest son, the bastard Tihern. Duke William, himself a bastard, was the one to mess with his plans. He had already moved on England, and taken Brient and Alan Rufus with him. He was, of course, successful, and Brient and Alan Rufus were both given positions of power, in places William knew would be like home.
Meanwhile, Duke Conan II took advantage on William’s absence in Normandy, and invaded Anjou, meaning to circle up through Maine and into Normandy. He fell dead after 2 successful sieges, prey to a poisoned riding glove. Conan’s death was a horrible strike for Edouarzh, who had been Regent of Brittany during Conan’s childhood. Conan’s sister, Havoise Raozhon, took power. She married the (at the time) Count of Kerne and Nantes, Hoel Kerne.
In a twist of subtle irony, William gave Brient the title of Count of Cornwall, the title once held by his uncle's ancestors, the new Dowager-Duke Hoel II. Alan Rufus became his older brother’s right hand man, and the second most powerful man in Cornwall.
Of course, while this made the move of inheritance to Brien make all the more sense, it meant that neither brother could be there this Christmas.
With a sigh, Edouarzh stood up, his old, tired back creaking. He glanced over the faces of all those of his sons present: Jafrez, standing as tall and straight as ever; Alan the Black, shifty, standing a bit to side; Tihern, just beginning to show signs of age, already a slight paunch; Derrien, mild-mannered as ever. He had to start somewhere. “I have an announcement to make.” He paused, as if all of those present in the hall were not already paying attention to him. “Mhm, thank you. Mhm. I’m going to make this short. I don’t have the breath I used to. Mhm. To the point: I’m sorry Tihern. I know you were expecting to inherit all of this, but you are not a legitimate son. Yes, you may point to how I admire the new King William, but he was an only son. And I’m afraid one of my other sons has shown himself much more promising. If I let Brient take Penthičvre, then our holdings more than double. This is obviously a good thing. So, from now on, Brient is to be considered my heir.” He sat back slowly, his face contorting. He reckoned himself to be almost 70, and he looked every inch that age.
Tihern just nodded stiffly at the news, but Alan the Black was, as was typical, more vocal. “You can’t do that! He may only be my half-brother, but he’s my brother! This is bull****!”
Jafrez shook his head. “Father is right. Brient has found himself more land than father owns himself. It just makes tactical sense.”
“The world isn’t a God damned battle, Jaf!!” Yelled Alan.
“Both of you. Stop, please.” Derrien was still reclining on his bench. “You’ll wake Father.”
True enough, Edouarzh had nodded off.
And thus ended 1066 in Brittany.
Jan 11 1067 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9075162&postcount=3)
Jan 30 1067 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9090395&postcount=7)
Feb 20 1067 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9102518&postcount=8)
April 12 1067 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9108209&postcount=11)
July 29 1067 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9125067&postcount=12)
August 22 1067 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9172126&postcount=14)
Oh yeah, and the first instalment is... well, not completely indicatory of the writing style used later on. Getting the background of the Penthičvre family and Brittany in general across was... tricky. Really, it's the only part of the 12 installments I'm unhappy with.