You are Alexios Komnenos, of the House of Komnenos. By the eternal grace and glory of Iesous Kristos, Pankreator, you have been acclaimed as the Basileius, Imperator of the Basileia ton Rhomaion--the Empire of the Romans. Centuries ago, the western half of the Empire crumbled, eaten from within by rebellion and without by the unwashed barbaroi of Europe. But in the east, in Konstantinoúpolis, the great Queen of Cities, the light of civilization survived, undimmed, and has weathered these seven centuries. Here, undaunted by the weight of years, it has withstood wars with the Persian, the Bulgar, the Serb, and countless civil wars and rebellions.
But now the empire of a thousand years--your empire--stands on the brink of collapse. After the terrible defeat of the Imperial forces by Turkish armies at the Battle of Manzikert in 1071, the Basilea Rhomaion is in disarray. With the Imperial armies shattered, the Turks, led by the great Turkish conqueror Alp Arslan Seljuq, Sultan of all Persia, conquered the entire Anatolian peninsula. In the years that followed, Alp Arslan's cousin Suleyman established a vast Turkish realm in Asia Minor, and to add gravest insult to mortal injury, his sultanate has taken the mocking name of Rum--'Rome' in the Turkish tongue.
Ironically, it is in the wars against the Turks that you won yourself distinction and glory as the greatest of the generals of the Basilea Rhomaion. It is this acclaim that would bring you to the throne of the Empire itself. With help from your family, most notably your wife's grandfather, John Doukas, you and your brother Isaac overthrew the Emperor Nicephoros Botaniates, and you ascended to the Imperial Throne. The Empire you have inherited, however, is a dying one. Religious fanatics and heretics agitate against you, while powerful lords and generals scheme in your court, many seeking to ascend the Imperial Throne over your cooling corpse. And even if you overcome the threats within your ever-shrinking borders, you are threatened by the Turks to the East, the Normans in Italy to the West, and the Pecheneg horde to the north. In the end, it will be all you can do to ensure that this final vestige of Rome survives, much less reclaims it's former glory.
Ave, Caesar.
Which year do you wish to start in?
[] The Norman Invasion: The year is 1081. You have ascended the throne of the Empire, largely thanks to the machinations of your mother, Anna Dalassena, and your grandfather-in-law, the powerful John Doukas. While your rule is in and of itself stable, a mighty threat looms on the horizon. The Normans, invaders from the West who conquered southern Italy over twenty years ago, prepare to launch a mighty invasion of the Empire's western territories. The Normans support the claim of a monk who claims to be the long-deposed emperor, Micheal Doukas. This is little more than a pretext, however, for the Norman conquest of Greece and the Balkans by the ambitious Duke of the Normans, the legendary Robert Guiscard. If Guiscard and his son, Bohemond, are successful, your reign will end before it even truly begins, and history will remember you only as the last Roman Emperor.
[] The Emperor in the Aegean: The year is 1090. Taking advantage of the constant warfare in the Empire (and the consequently weakened state of the Imperial navy), a Turkish pirate and raider by the name of Tzachas has seized control of many of the islands in the Aegean Sea, including Lesbos and Rhodes. Armed with a mighty fleet, he has defeated several campaigns against him, and has spent the last decade extorting and raiding Imperial shipping lanes. No longer content in choking Imperial trade, the pirate has declared himself Basileius, Emperor of the Romans, and made common cause with the Pechenegs, a great and heathen horde of barbaroi hailing from the northern steppes. These Pechenegs have long sought to raid and plunder the heartlands of the Empire, and now, allied with Tzachas, they make for Constantinople herself, seeking to upend your throne.
[] The First Crusade: The year is 1095. With the Normans, the Pechenegs, and your other foes defeated or quelled, the way is clear to begin the reclamation of the Imperial heartlands in Anatolia. Seeking mercenaries to aid your fatigued armies in the reconquest of your lands, you sent emissaries to Rome to request aid from your Christian brothers to the West against the Turkish enemy. The result was far more than anything you could ever have expected. In a move unprecedented in history, Pope Urban II has declared a Crusade--a mighty holy war in which the lords and knights of Christendom shall march to war to reclaim the lands of Christendom from the Turk and the Arab. He promises that those who give their lives for the Crusade shall be granted remission for their sins in heaven, and as such, a mighty religious zeal has consumed Europe. From the lords of far-away England and France to the Norman lords so recently your enemies, the realms of Christendom have taken up arms, and the battle-cry of the Crusaders sounds across the western world, heralding a new age of religious war with it. Deus Vult!