Si Deus Nobiscum: A Polish-Lithuanian Scion Quest
- Thread starter Rolman
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- Mature Historic
- Location
- United States
[X] The Ruthenians, perhaps led by Prince Konstanty Wasyl Ostrogski.
I want to ask the following of you, as our subject matter expert: of the Crownlanders and the Ruthenians, which one will we not succeed without? I have a feeling that the answer is 'the Crownlanders,' but I'm not sure if maybe the Ruthenian nobles have enough clout that a path to victory is possible with them.
[X] Representatives of the Crownlander magnates, primarily Senators – the Zborowski brothers, for example.
Sertorius
Rebellious Legate
- Location
- Roma Invicta
The Crownlanders, without so much as a doubt.
They are much more numerous (which matters in the election, since numbers decide here), prone to bribes (the poor) and their magnates are more influential in the general state of affairs in the Commonwealth.
Having said that:
[X] Representatives of the Crownlander magnates, primarily Senators – the Zborowski brothers, for example.
Astra Myst
Do you want a wish?
- Location
- Milky Way Galaxy
[X] Representatives of the Crownlander magnates, primarily Senators – the Zborowski brothers, for example.
- Pronouns
- He
[X] The Ruthenians, perhaps led by Prince Konstanty Wasyl Ostrogski.
Solarstream
It's all in the cards
- Location
- Zombie World
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Representatives of the Crownlander magnates, primarily Senators – the Zborowski brothers, for example.
XXII. October 25, 1574-May 12, 1575. Kraków to Stężyca, Polish Crownlands.
- Location
- United States
Frost falls early this year. The days become shorter, and the burden falls upon your shoulders, now fur-cloaked, to bring a foreigner into the arms of the Commonwealth.
It is a lonely winter. Marszowski cowed into quiet, Mariana tight-lipped, your brothers running about Lithuania; Krzysztof fighting Tatars in the South, Septimus politicking amongst the Ruthenians — even Sierotka has returned to his estates. You're effectively alone in the Crownlands, your retinue and wife and her ladies all about and, yet, alone. Father is around, of course, but not in much of a speaking mood, rather holding a miniature court in his wing of Wawel. You reckon that those who you talk to go to him straight after.
As for the Friar… Well, you're not sure what to make of the Friar anymore. Do you still Confess as much as you used to?
[] Yes.
[] Yes, but you're beginning to mind your faith.
[] No.
[] No, and you feel an itch to replace him.
You find yourself, each and every day, speaking with someone new, explaining the decision for Maciej on behalf of the family as much as for yourself. It was your decision in the end, after all, for your cousin deferred to you; may God guide you both. You meet a dizzying array of men of all names and of all sorts of senatorial ranks: the aging Andrzej Tęczyński, the doubting Calvinist Hieronim Sieniawski, Sierotka's brother-in-law Mikołaj Mielecki, a fiery Zebrzydowski scion just about your age, and the coughing and wheezing Jerzy Jazłowiecki, who died during the early spring's mud. It's hard to keep track of them all, especially as the cold and dark dulls your senses, filling you with the melancholic humor. But, for the family, you must press on and do your duty, no matter how badly you wish you stay in your chambers.
And you answer the same questions again and again: why this young Maciej, and not the Emperor himself? Eyebrows cock and arms cross and the backs of necks are scratched but they do listen, and closely, too — God is good, they seem to still be aboard the ship, no matter how incredulous or even unnerved.
The Zborowscy remain a mystery, though, perhaps the card of the Fool in the mix (though certainly anything but). You expected fruitful conversations with any number of the brood of five, but they all tell you one thing: "it should have been the Emperor, and Samuel needs to come home." The rumors have it that they strengthen their private armies by the day. Until their missing sixth brother is allowed back into the realm, they shall be as statues. The infamis in question, meanwhile, has become a fixture in the Transylvanian court.
Indeed, it's all very frustrating. Everybody is keeping quiet, moving little, and speaking even less. If nothing else, it at least seems that the camps have not migrated, no matter how shaken the Habsburg faction may be by the bet placed upon young Maciej.
The trees begin to blossom before you know it, and you find yourself leaving the wintry haze, either renewed by faith in the Lord or in your fellow man. And it's good timing, too: a sejm is convening at Stężyca on May 12 or, well, a bit of a pre-sejm? A summit all the same.
Do you...
[] Hasten to Stężyca.
[] Stay in Kraków; await the arrival of the Archduke's procession.
Then, move as one to Stężyca – if you can make it in time!
It is a lonely winter. Marszowski cowed into quiet, Mariana tight-lipped, your brothers running about Lithuania; Krzysztof fighting Tatars in the South, Septimus politicking amongst the Ruthenians — even Sierotka has returned to his estates. You're effectively alone in the Crownlands, your retinue and wife and her ladies all about and, yet, alone. Father is around, of course, but not in much of a speaking mood, rather holding a miniature court in his wing of Wawel. You reckon that those who you talk to go to him straight after.
As for the Friar… Well, you're not sure what to make of the Friar anymore. Do you still Confess as much as you used to?
[] Yes.
[] Yes, but you're beginning to mind your faith.
[] No.
[] No, and you feel an itch to replace him.
You find yourself, each and every day, speaking with someone new, explaining the decision for Maciej on behalf of the family as much as for yourself. It was your decision in the end, after all, for your cousin deferred to you; may God guide you both. You meet a dizzying array of men of all names and of all sorts of senatorial ranks: the aging Andrzej Tęczyński, the doubting Calvinist Hieronim Sieniawski, Sierotka's brother-in-law Mikołaj Mielecki, a fiery Zebrzydowski scion just about your age, and the coughing and wheezing Jerzy Jazłowiecki, who died during the early spring's mud. It's hard to keep track of them all, especially as the cold and dark dulls your senses, filling you with the melancholic humor. But, for the family, you must press on and do your duty, no matter how badly you wish you stay in your chambers.
And you answer the same questions again and again: why this young Maciej, and not the Emperor himself? Eyebrows cock and arms cross and the backs of necks are scratched but they do listen, and closely, too — God is good, they seem to still be aboard the ship, no matter how incredulous or even unnerved.
The Zborowscy remain a mystery, though, perhaps the card of the Fool in the mix (though certainly anything but). You expected fruitful conversations with any number of the brood of five, but they all tell you one thing: "it should have been the Emperor, and Samuel needs to come home." The rumors have it that they strengthen their private armies by the day. Until their missing sixth brother is allowed back into the realm, they shall be as statues. The infamis in question, meanwhile, has become a fixture in the Transylvanian court.
Indeed, it's all very frustrating. Everybody is keeping quiet, moving little, and speaking even less. If nothing else, it at least seems that the camps have not migrated, no matter how shaken the Habsburg faction may be by the bet placed upon young Maciej.
The trees begin to blossom before you know it, and you find yourself leaving the wintry haze, either renewed by faith in the Lord or in your fellow man. And it's good timing, too: a sejm is convening at Stężyca on May 12 or, well, a bit of a pre-sejm? A summit all the same.
Do you...
[] Hasten to Stężyca.
[] Stay in Kraków; await the arrival of the Archduke's procession.
Then, move as one to Stężyca – if you can make it in time!
Asherterix
Out Exploring
- Location
- Approx. 15,396,300,000 miles away
- Pronouns
- He/They
[X] Yes, but you're beginning to mind your faith.
[X] Hasten to Stężyca.
[X] Hasten to Stężyca.
- Pronouns
- He
[X] Yes, but you're beginning to mind your faith.
[X] Hasten to Stężyca.
[X] Hasten to Stężyca.
[X] No.
Our friar doesn't seem to do anything other than bring the character personal torment and ruining our relationships with friends and family.
[X] Hasten to Stężyca.
It's time to gather like-minded fellows who will suggest the correct things to the young, foreign king who has a desperate need of wise advisors.
Our friar doesn't seem to do anything other than bring the character personal torment and ruining our relationships with friends and family.
[X] Hasten to Stężyca.
It's time to gather like-minded fellows who will suggest the correct things to the young, foreign king who has a desperate need of wise advisors.
Sertorius
Rebellious Legate
- Location
- Roma Invicta
By the way, we've been using Crownlanders (Koroniarze) as a synonym for Poles for so long, that I completely forgot, that Lithuanians also had a slang term used by the Polish: Charders (Boćwiniarze), since adding -men or -landers seems to be too far fetched. From chard (boćwina, boćwinka), due to the Lithuanian love for root vegetables in their cuisine, especially beetroot.
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