Blood of the Frontier (CK2) Completed.

[Magoose]

Messages Sent, With Steel and Blood

(Teju POV)

The winter snows were almost seven feet deep, and you cursed at yourself for being too greedy. Naranbaatar was expecting you back before the first snows touch the ground so he could receive your scouting reports.

Nothing had changed during your raids, so you had not seen any reason to rush back to your brother and great khan. The Russians were still disorganized, weak, and running away from your men's onslaught. The mighty churches were barely laden with gold. After years of constant sacking, it was all gone.

The towns that had once been prosperous when your clan started raiding decades prior, were nothing more than tiny hamlets of a dozen or so people, with tiny huts surrounding a small church inside a wooden wall that did nothing to stop your arrows or your men. The churches, the one place in the hamlets that had anything of value in years past, now had nothing in it but tiny stone statues, wooden carvings, and that holy bible that preached of salvation.

Your men expected spoils for their hard riding. Gold, women, and finery to make it all worth it. So you pushed inwards, farther than any of your clan had ever gone before. Where the lands were greener, healthier, and more populous than the lands further east. It was magnificent.

The spoils were grander than what you had ever taken in your previous raids.

But you failed to follow the moons, and the time flew past you. Winter came and you felt the grips of winter touching the land.

You hurried east, trying to beat the winter and make it back to your tribe before the snows slow you down. And possibly forces you to abandon your loot.

Then the blizzards hit, stopping any march that you could have made it in its tracks. The snow fell like rain, unending, building up onto the ground with such speed that it was impossible to continue onwards.

So you had to wait. And wait you did, in a tiny burned hamlet, with its tiny church, falling walls, and burned houses.

Thankfully your scouts told you that the Russians would not be able to mount any sort of counter attack during winter. None of the commanders that the empire had would have the balls to risk their armies in the brutal time of year.

Your men were tired, so you would let them rest, and you hoped that the snows would lessen, and you could carry on with your journey.

That was your first mistake. For the past month, your men were fine, until your men grew bored of the waiting, and started fighting each other for their spoils. Their lack of discipline was showing.

You could only hope that after this blizzard, you could continue your march back home.

(No POV)

Outside the village, Ashford Starson wanted to swear at the moon and at the man who was his liege. Laying down in the snow was not how he planned to spend the last three days. He had expected to stand by the fire with the rest of his compatriots, waiting for the order to attack the Mongols.

Their clothes and armor were wrapped in large white banners, to better blend into the snow. Ash thinks it's working, if only because the Mongols hadn't suspected them in their long sit waiting for more favorable weather.

The only thing he wanted to complain about was the lack of warmth, and lack of protection that the wind and the falling snow.

All he wanted was a lass to warm his bed. He could see her now. A fiery lass whose hair was bright red, kissed by fire as his old master used to say. The lass was smaller than him, with a smile that showed pearly white teeth. Her kiss...

"Ash… stay awake." Wilhelm said as he shocks Ashford's shoulder.

"I am awake ya cunt," Ash replied sourly, as Wilhelm broke his daydream. He had barely noticed the face he made in the snow. And the yellow snow and the wet stain on his pants. "Fuck." He could now feel the chill of the wind send a shiver up his body.

"Hey now, I'm not one to judge. Just keep your cock in your pants." Wilhelm said with a chuckle.

"Fuck you." Ash said, shoving some snow onto Wilhelm.

Both men then looked towards the town. "See anything?" Ash asked.

"No. Just a few riders patrolling the outer wall and two men talking on the wall," Wilhelm replied. "They haven't sent any scouts out to investigate the area… They're just waiting and talking."

Ash saw what Wilhelm meant, the two Mongols were sitting on the wall talking.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Ash asked.

"I don't fucking know? Maybe they're talking about how to kill us?" Wilhelm replied. "But the patrols are acting strangely. They aren't going farther out to search for enemy scouts? And while you were sleeping, I circled around the back end of the hamlet. I saw fights breaking out among the men."

Ash frowned. "We should start heading back to camp now."

"We have to stay here for one more day." Wilhelm stated.

"And I don't want to freeze my cock off." Ash said.

Wilhelm sighed. "Fine. But you'r the one who's going to tell him."

"Fine… Bloody cunt." Ash whispered under his breath.

You waited for nightfall and scurried back to the camp.

(Vasily POV)

If there was one thing you were anxious about, it was the reports from your scouts. You needed to know if the Mongols were on the move, or were staying put to hide against the coming blizzard.

You didn't have much in the way of information about your enemy, or their commander. You had to be cautious, lest they would slip through your grasp and escape. Or worse, decimate your small force before your reinforcements could arrive to assist you.

Damn blizzards. You were lucky there was a break and had clear skies for the past few days for scouts to be sent. But it wouldn't last. It never did this far east.

"Prince Vasily!" A voice shouted and you looked up at the maps of the local area. "Wilhelm and Ashford are back!"

You stood up and peeked out of your tent to see your two bodyguards standing close to the fire, their clothes and armor wet from trudging through the snow. They were waiting to be called into your tent.

You narrowed your eyes. There were two reasons to be early: information that couldn't wait, or laziness.

You waved your hand and the two men walked towards your tent, your gaze intensely focused on them. When you sat down, you said, "You're back early."

There was an uncomfortable silence on Wilhelm and Ashford's end, as they both struggled for the words.

"Prince Vasily," Wilhelm spoke. "The reason we're back early is that the Mongols have set up their camp within the town center, and have only fortified the south and the west. Their patrols are stagnant, at intervals of every four hours before the men are switched."

"And?" You asked.

"Their morale is low." Ash replied.

"How so?" You asked. That was quite a bit of luck if that was true. But you didn't want to get your hopes up.

"From what we've seen, their discipline is wavering. From what we know about the Mongols patrol patterns, they change who is patrolling hourly, and their riders would patrol a much larger area. They just patrolled the outskirts and did not move anywhere near us." Wilhelm stated. "We managed to get pretty close to the walls before we fell back to a safer distance."

"The time to strike is now Vasily." Ash said with enthusiasm.

You sat down and looked at the map. "Tell the men we will be starting the march tomorrow."

That caused Wilhelm to protest. "Prince Vasily, there is a blizzard on the way."

You looked up to the men and said. "I hope there is a blizzard Wilhelm. Mongols can't fight what they can't see. Dismissed."

(No one's POV)

Vasily was pleased that the world grew darker as the army began to march and the wind bit at his face. The blizzard was coming. He could feel it in the air. The only thing he needed to do was get to a fighting position, and wait for the winds to white out the world.

But his reinforcements were delayed by the blizzard and the snows. With no help coming from General Fulks forces, 6,000 more Cavalry all he could do is push onwards towards the battle.

The march was long, taking most of the morning as his men had to trudge through freshly fallen snow. The fresh snow was nearly six feet deep, forcing calvary you had to dismount and lead their horses through in a single file line.

"Vasily." Vasily heard Jory say his name, causing him to turn around to face the old Scotsman. "I hope to god you know what you're fucking doing."

"I know exactly what I'm doing Jory. Now fall back in line." Vasily said cooly, his voice as cold as the snow that was falling.

When the village was barely in sight, Vasily ordered a battle line be drawn. Six rows of heavy and light infantry would be the front line, with the skirmishers behind them as support. The men of your bodyguards were dispersed among the units as commanders to ensure the attack retained focus and discipline. You had your limited calvary on the wings. Most of them were still trickling in from the column.

The plan was simple. Wait for the blizzard to white out the Mongol's vision, and then strike from all angles. That would be the easy part, as it seems the snow here was not nearly as deep. The hard part was knowing if the camouflage worked well enough to white themselves out in the blizzard.

The men were wearing white sheets of cloth over their armor, to better blend into the snow and the blizzard that was coming.

And judging from the strain on his eyes that it took just to overlook them, Vasily felt like he succeeded.

Behind him, he could see the raging snowstorm blow closer and closer. A minute passed, maybe two, before he shouted, "March!" as the blizzard overtook them.

The blizzard came at precisely the right time, and your men trudged along without any sound being made. The howling wind made sure of that, as even the loudest shouts would have been carried away.

Everyone knew exactly where they were going, how long they had to walk, how many paces to take, and how much they had to turn to put them in the general vicinity of their positions. The slow trudge made Vasily feel the anxiety that his men certainly felt right now. Each step bringing them closer to success or failure in Vasily's 'brilliant' plan.

Jory was willing to trust the boy's judgment because he tried to account for everything in his mind.

Ashford was cold and swearing on the inside for the battle to begin. That if he died he wanted to go to heaven, where he would no longer had to bother about anything. Not that he was in any hurry to go their of course. He still had things he needed to do. Women to bed… Mongols to fucking kill.

Wilhelm shared no reservations and was just quiet, thinking. He was scared but at the same time, he was thrilled. He was one step closer to getting home.

Alfonso was shivering, but his blood was burning. He wanted, no, needed, to kill these scum of the earth.

Ionos put his hand on his brother's shoulder. "Stay behind me if you're scared." His comforting words may have reached Basilius. They may not have. But the hand squeeze was all he needed to understand.

The men started to split up, going towards the holes in the defenses, and the entrances. There had not been any sounds from the inside of the Mongol encampment. No shouts of intrusion, no warning from patrols or watchmen.

It was completely barren and quiet. And Vasily was quiet and concerned. He had trapped his men in a blizzard, gambling that the Mongols were trapped as well. If he didn't take the shelter the Mongols currently squatted in, his men's morale wouldn't last a march back in this kind of exposure, and many would succumb to the cold. His plan would have been a failure.

And he would have left Zima a widow.

(Meanwhile)

Teju felt uneasy. The blizzard had started, making visibility next to nothing. The patrols had come in, complaining that their efforts were going to be futile in the blizzard. He had granted the request for the men to sit by the fire and rest.

He wanted to relax, but he could not. Something was gnawing at his neck. As if something terrible was about to happen.

Then there was screaming. "URRAAA!"

(Outside)

"URRAAA!" The screams of seven thousand Russian warriors broke through the howling wind as they all ran forward into the small tents. The slaughter began.

The Mongols were completely unprepared for the ferocity and the close quarters battle that was now ensuing. The snow-covered men, blue and shivering like spirits of winter from their march, had descended upon them to kill with sword, ax, and bare hands. Those more spiritual fled immediately, trying to reach their horses to gain some semblance of control of their desperate situation. They were cut down by the men who were securing them.

The panic was complete a moment later.

Chaos reigned for almost an hour as the Russian forces took great care to make the Mongols that had traumatized their nation for decades felt the same fear that they had felt.

The Mongols who tried to fight were cut to pieces. The men who surrendered were torn apart by the bloodlust of individual vengeful Russian soldiers. Those who ran died with a blade in the back.

The one with the most kills to his name was Alfonso Jimena, with almost a hundred men crushed beneath his warhammer.

The raiding party, close to ten thousand in number, were cut down until scant a dozen were left. Those few only lived because Vasily Aristov thought them as important men he could use as negotiating tools.

And even Vasily might not be merciful.

(Vasily POV)

The men brought forward were the leaders of the raiding parties. You understood that at least to some, the bloodlust, the anger, the guilt, the joy of slaughtering the people that killed your own had subsided. For now.

Now you were standing in a ruined church the Mongols were using as a headquarters.

You stared at each of the men in front of you. "I want to speak with the leader of this raiding party." You stated it firmly.

You wanted to make sure you had something to trade for peace. Having a leader of a raiding party would be a start. Sure you had killed just about all the rest, but the Mongols never showed any mercy to your people, so why should you?

If anything, you were just as bloodthirsty as your men. Probably even more so, as you had exercised restraint to make sure you captured the leaders alive.

Then one of them stepped forward. "I am the leader." He stated plainly.

"What is your name?" You asked.

"Teju." He replied.

You glared into his eyes, before saying. "Kill the rest, he's the one we want."

There were pleas for mercy, of their connections, but they fell on your deaf ears, as eleven men had their throats slashed open by your soldiers.

"Teju. You are going to be a guest at my home. A guest for as long as I consider necessary until your great khan stops raiding my people." You stated.

"He-" Teju stopped. "He'll come if he knew his brother was in your hands. I do not know if he will talk."

You felt your blood boil in your veins. And a smile rose on your face. "I hope he does for your sake. Because if he does not, your fate will be the same as your men."

Teju fell silent. You knew exactly what he was thinking. He hoped his brother was too.

Reward: Teju of Clan Darmana has been captured. The raids have ceased due to a large group of raiders dying. Certain actions have received a +30 to success. Certain actions receive a +20 to success. Costs of certain actions are decreased by 50%. Relation with Russian lords has increased by 20. New Action available.

AN: Enjoy.

 

[Magoose]

Sweet Justice

You were not very happy getting summoned to the capital again. In fact, you felt a little anxious. Too much was on your mind to really focus on why you were summoned.

But Zima was asked to come as well, so you had a few ideas. Hopefully, it would be good news instead of your fears coming true.

Your victory made you and all of the Rus elated. The Mongols, for the first time in almost 30 years, had been defeated in battle. Many were celebrating that fact. In Novgorod alone, you had seen hundreds of barrels of Vodka rolled out into the streets as people drank for nights at a time.

You actually ordered Axel to find out how much Vodka there was in the city because from the amount that was being drunk, you were afraid that you would run out. And there was one thing any Russian feared more than the Mongols: Not having any vodka.

You had heard stories about your father's victories over the Mongols. The entire city went on a drinking binge that lasted three days, decimating the stock of Vodka in the city. And when they ran out, the imperial army had to step in before the city decided to riot. Running dry is certainly not the best thing to do right now. You wanted your city intact, dammit.

But as you got to the Imperial Palace, the emperor himself was there to greet you, a warm smile on his face. "Vasily Aristov! It seems you're the man of the hour right now." Alexander stated. "Defeating the Mongols in a blizzard, coming out of the snow like angels striking the damned. The reports were certainly dramatic reads."

You frowned. "There will be more Mongols to kill. Of that, I can assure you."

"While I am disappointed that you did not accept my kind offer earlier, we both have bigger things to worry about." He said. He then saw Zima. "My lady." He bowed his head slightly and kissed her hand. "It seems the rumors about your beauty were true."

"Flattering." Zima replied in a dull tone, ripping her hand away from Alexander's and firmly taking yours.

Alexander then cleared his throat, slightly taken aback, though you could see a hint of jealousy in his eyes. "Follow me."

He led you through the imperial palace towards the throne room, and you smelled something as you walked through. It was a strange sulfury smell that made you want to cover your mouth. It was like you were inhaling toxic smoke.

When Alexander sat down on his throne he rolled his neck. "I received the will that you sent and showed it to my advisors to confirm it was real." He looked at Zima. "Jan is a snake, who has stolen your rightful inheritance Princess Zima. And do you know what your people do to snakes?"

Zima nodded. "We cut off their heads."

Alexander gave a small smile. "Right you are. But I have more things in store for your traitorous cousin."

"And what would that be?" You asked.

Alexander looked to his right of his throne, where a sword lay within arm's reach.

You smiled. "I didn't think you were one to get your hands dirty."

"I have my moments. And humiliation before execution is always cathartic." Alexander replied. "Now I'm going to ask you to go with Howlett to the balcony. We have a prince to deal with."

Howlett walked out of the shadows behind you, you barely noticed him as he said in a quiet voice. "Follow me Prince Aristov."

Howlett led you through the hallways an up a stairway until you overlooked the throne room.

Howlett stopped and turned to you and Zima. "He may not show it, but Alexander respects you for keeping this quiet. You may not know it, but if this went public, his reputation would have been damaged irreversibly."

"How?" You asked.

"An unlawful succession happening under his nose without a hint of suspicion from the emperor," Howlett allowed himself to frown. "Would set a dangerous precedent."

"Ah." You said with a click of your teeth. "But why are we waiting up here?"

Howlett's frown disappeared and was replaced with a wry smile. "Drama, Price Aristov. The Emperor has a flair for the dramatic on occasion. This is one of them."

"Great, we're just parts of a show to him." Zima complained looking down at the emperor. Alexander was indeed sitting on the throne lazily as if he was waiting for some sort of show to start.

"Indeed." Howlett replied with a nod.

An hour seemed to pass before the throne room doors opened again. Footsteps sounding like a marching column entered your ears. Men clad in armor and bearing weapons marched in formation, with a man draped in finery at their head. Silks and other expensive fabric clothed him, and the crown of a prince adorned on his head. Alexander was sitting up straight, ready for his act to begin.

Gone was the laziness, in front of you, was a cold, calculating man who was scanning the room for anything to use to his advantage in anything, from conversation to a weapon.

The soldiers were imperial soldiers, and you could see from the face of Jan, he was surprised.

"My emperor." Jan knelt down in front of the Emperor. "You requested my presence, and I am at ready to do as you ask."

Alexander stood up and walked forward. "At my service and ready to do anything I command... My favorite way of saying 'kiss my ass'. But it is also the coward's way of hiding guilt when a crime has committed." He knew exactly what he said, and he was provoking a reaction from Jan.

It worked flawlessly. "Pardon, my emperor?" Jan said dumbfounded. "I don't understand."


"Of course you understand False Prince Jan. According to the will by your late aunt, you are not even worthy of your title. And have stolen it from someone whom your aunt thought was far more worthy than a sniveling coward who quails at the sight of blood and would rather spend his days in drunken debauchery then deal with actual matters of state."

Alexander pulled out a piece of parchment, the will with the unbroken seal.

Jan stood up. "Where did you get that!?" He demanded.

"Oh? I thought you were at my service and ready to do anything I command. If you still have a faint flicker of loyalty, then I command you to listen to me read this piece of parchment." Alexander stated.

Jan was shaking, wanting to do something to stop the emperor, but he looked around and knew there was nothing he could do.

"I'll skip the boring part because we both know who wrote this will and I want to get to the exciting part," Alexander stated as he glanced down at the parchment once to be sure. "In this last will and testament, following a lengthy council with both my lords and my family, The throne of Poland, and all my territories shall be inherited, by my lawful decree, to Zima Królowa, my niece of Patryk Królowa and Alva Von Bebenburg." Alexander set the will back into his pocket and smirked at Jan. "I believe you can bring them down Howlett."

Howlett led you back down the way you came. And when Jan saw you both, he tried to shake out of the control of the guards who were holding him down. But he failed. "YOU!" He screamed in anguish.

"Auntie would be ashamed of you," Zima said as she walked forward and slapped him. "How dare you disrespect her wishes in death and…" Zima was so angry that she couldn't properly get the words out. "Bastardize her legacy. The legacy of our family and our people!"

Jan spat up onto her face. "You have no right to talk about the legacy of our people you german whore!"

That made you snap. You pushed Zima aside and picked up that bastard by the throat.

"Call my wife a whore again you coward! DO IT AGAIN AND I'LL MAKE YOU BEG FOR DEATH!"

"Vasily, please put him down. I have not properly given him his sentence yet." Alexander said, now looking unconcerned of the murder that might happen in front of him.

"Than hurry up so I can rip his throat out." You growled. "He has stolen and dishonored my wife for too long with his very presence being the ultimate insult to honor."

"Fair enough," Alexander stated. "But first the crown."

You yanked the crown off of Jan's head and threw it to Alexander. "Princess Zima, please kneel."

Zima did as he asked. "Do you, Princess Zima of house Królowa, swear to me loyalty, honor and to protect this empire and all of its citizens as The Grand Princess of Poland?"

"I do my emperor." Zima replied.

"Than rise, and serve me well Grand Princess…." He paused and allowed Zima to stand up. He looked at you and Jan. "Jan Królowa. For the crimes of unlawful succession, attempted destruction of legal documents, and unlawful rule over a province of the empire... I sentence you to die a traitor's death. To be hanged, drawn and quartered."

Jan wanted to scream but you punched him in the face and prevented that from occurring. "I hope you burn in hell!" You snarled as you dropped Jan to the floor, letting him fall to the ground, unconscious.

Reward: Zima is now Legally the Grand Princess of Poland. New action available.

AN: Enjoy.

 

[Magoose]

Specialization

There are many things about tactics that you still want to know about, and you have plenty of time to learn about them.

(Choose 1)


[]Light Infantry leader: The tactics of mobile fighting forces and lighter infantry caught your eye. The Light infantry is the backbone of the imperial army, and with much more(If you are leading them All Light infantry gain a +10 to all rolls and morale will be set at Excellent at the beginning of a battle, even if you force march. Heavy infantry gains a -5 to all rolls if you are leading them. Light infantry can then use the ability Infantry Square without being veterans)

[]Archer leader: The bow and arrow are currently the pinnacles of long-range fighting with an infantry army. And you need that range if you needed to beat an opponent. (If you are leading them, All Archer rolls gain a +10 to all rolls and morale will always be set at Excellent at the beginning of a battle even if you force march. Calvary rolls will be decreased by -5 if you are leading them. All archers can fire at the general even if they are out of range. Fire arrows when they hit the enemy, will do double morale damage)

[]Heavy Infantry Leader: The tactics of heavy infantry caught your eye. While slightly rarer than the light infantry units due to their longer training and more expensive equipment, their lesser numbers are made up for with being able to hold the line when it comes to defending any given area. And striking hard when attacking an opponent. (If you are leading them All heavy infantry gain a +10 to all rolls and morale will always be set at Excellent at the beginning of the battle even if you force march. Light infantry gains a -5 to all rolls. Heavy infantry gains the ability to use Unshakable Defense without being veterans).

[]Cavalry Leader: The tactics of the cavalry caught your eye. Mounted infantry always held a special place in the imperial army. Lightly armored or heavily armored, it did not matter, their mobility was invaluable to any army that sought to destroy their opposition (If you are leading them All Calvary gain a +10 to all rolls and morale will be set at Excellent at the beginning of battle even if you force march. All infantry rolls gain a -5 to all rolls. When battling against a leader, or defending your commanders, Calvery can use Breakthrough without being veterans).

[]Defender: Dig in, stand and fight. Those are the words that you always thought were going to keep you alive in battle. (Defending rolls gain a +40 for all rolls. Attacking gets a -15 to all rolls. You are able to build defenses in the battle preparation turn for half the time. Morale when defending starts at Unshakable if you have not forced march. If forced march is used, morale will be set at Excellent.)

[]Attacker: Strike fast while the Iron is hot, never let the enemy be the ones who choose the battlefield and terms of battle. (Attacking rolls gain a +40 for all rolls. Defending gets a -15 to all rolls. Building defenses in battle preparation cost double the amount of time. Morale when attacking starts at Unshakable if you have not used forced march. If forced March is used, Morale will be set at excellent)

[]Plains Specialist: You have mastered fighting in the flatlands and valleys where many battles in the past took place. (Fighting on flatlands gets a +15 to all rolls. Fighting in any other terrains gets a -10 to all rolls. You will be allowed the special tactic False Terrain to turn the odds in your favor.)

[]Rough Terrain Specialist: You have mastered fighting in forests, hills and other rough terrains. (Fighting in forests, hills and swamps gain +15 to all rolls, fighting in any other terrain gets a -10 to all rolls You will be allowed special Tactic Guerrilla Warfare to turn the odds in your favor.)

[]Siege Leader: You have mastered the art of siegecraft. (Laying siege will grant you special actions. Every turn you are leading a siege after you start, there is a 50% chance that the castle will surrender)

[]Night Fighter: You have mastered fighting your enemies in the darkness of the night. (Fighting at night will no longer give a -30 to all rolls or the morale penalty. When facing off against a commander without night fighter, you get a +30 to all rolls.)


AN: Enjoy and choose what you think will help you.

And yes, there are a few that weren't there last time, and a few that are missing. The ones that are missing are the special ones that you can only get in battle, or at the academy. And the ones that are here now are something that Vasily could not learn from the academy.

 

[Magoose]

I wanted to have some fun. Here's Alexander's Natsuverse sheet

Spoiler: Alexander Of Europa

Name: Alexander Karlson of Europa
Class: Saber
Alignment: True Neutral
Titles: Emperor of Europa, Kaiser of the German People, The Sword of the Empire, General of the Imperial Army "Iron Fist", Protector of the Empire, Servant of God.

Stats
STR: A
END: A
AGI: B
MANA: B-
LCK: B-

Class Skills:
Magic Resistance EX: As he comes from a world never touched by gods or magic, he is a void to all but the strongest of magics, such as Divine or True Magic. This includes contracts, area attacks.

Personal Skills:
Charisma (S): A force led by Alexander will have an Inhuman increase in abilities and morale. The closer a connection each member has to (Europe), the higher their morale. He can even force his enemies to fight by his side for a time with a spell. The length of time for the effect and the needed number of verses to cast this varies depending on the target's strength, force of will, and connection to (Europe).

Independent Action (A+): Due to the unique extra-dimensional nature of Alexander and his lifetime of acting on his own initiative, he comes with the ability to act without input from his master.

Insanity (C): Due to the immense guilt of killing his grandfather, Alexander has partially lost touch with reality. While acting irrationally, the freedom from morality and sanity may give him insight into solutions that nobody else thought possible. Or endanger his master and those around him. As such, his luck rating can temporarily increase or decrease by two ratings.

Imperial Privilege (B): He is the Emperor of Europa, the most powerful man in his world. For a short period of time, the impossible is made possible for him, by his will. The limits of his mortal body can be surpassed and he gains the skills most related to his life's achievements, such as Riding, True Name Discernment, Presence Concealment, Charisma, Military Tactics, and others.

Noble Phantasm:

The Legion of Honor- Army of Germany: Anti-Army/Unit Noble Phantasm: A His Personal army during his reign as emperor. It can be manifested at any number, from a handful of soldiers up to the soldiers of all the men who served him in his long campaign against T'challa of the Congo. They all possess C-rank Independent Action, capable of one day of existence without mana from Alexander.

Gaius Julius Ceaser - Universal Ruler of The World: Anti-Unit (Self)/Populace Noble Phantasm: EX As a (Universal Ruler), he understands and knows all, and the world returns this. As the title, he took upon thethrone of an empire that surpassed the Roman Empire at its peak... and built it to even more unsurpassed heights. His Charisma Spell becomes irresistible to all but those with Divinity or are not human, and he passively inserts a command into the very collective unconscious of humanity: 'I am your master'.

Logic of Earth - Theumaterical Void: Anti-Thaumaturgy Noble Phantasm: EX As a man from a world with no magic or spirit comparable to Gaia or Alaya, the existence of such is an impossibility to his mind. Thus, through the Grail's power, this logic is temporarily imposed on the world around him, sometimes unconsciously. As he becomes more familiar with his other noble Phastasms and magic, this Phantasm will degrade in effectiveness until eventually becoming unusable.

Spoiler: Dialogue

Summon:
I am Alexander Karlson of Europa, of the Saber class. This world is not my own... Curious.

Leveling
Level Up: I didn't even need my bodyguards.
Ascension 1: Dien Nomos! He who faces the blade of Emperors shall perish!
Ascension 2: My armor... It still fits.
Ascension 3: Well... A glowing red sword is certainly different.
Ascension 4: I AM THE EMPEROR!

Battle
Start 1: HAVE AT THEE COWARD!
Start 2: FOR THE EMPIRE!
Skill 1: Stay down! I'm about to go to work!
Skill 2: I may not like to get my hands dirty, but I shall.
Attack Select 1: Dirtying my hands? Oh alright.
Attack Select 2: Strike above and below.
Attack Select 3: I am the sword of My Empire!
Noble Phantasm Select: I know what needs to be done!
Damage: DIEE!
NP Damage: Impossible!
Defeat 1: So I am defeated... May the empire survive without me.
Defeat 2: *Cough* So my story ends.
Finish 1: It was not even a contest.
Finish 2: Glory to the empire!

My Room
Bond LVL 1: A Sharp mind and a sharp blade will you keep you safe. Remember that.
Bond LVL 2: This world is so similar to my own... Yet it is also so strange.
Bond LVL 3: Although the empire does not exist, this world is worth fighting for.
Bond LVL 4: Do not despair about the world around you. Focus on the moment, and the world will bow to you in time.
Bond LVL 5: You know... even though I had an empire all around me. You are my first true friend... Don't let it go to your head though.
Dialogue 1: You lead, I'll follow. Or I can lead and you can follow.
Dialogue 2: Well at least it's better than standing around here watching that infernal box of moving pictures.
Dialogue 3: Doing battle every day gets boring. I wish to learn more about this world.
Dialogue 4 (Iksander): Noble conqueror... I hope that I can live up to your name.
Dialogue 5 (Artoria Pendragon): His noble grace Arthur Pendragon is a woman in this world? Considering all the art I've seen on that box of pictures... it makes sense.
Dialogue 6 (Nero Agustus): Artoria looks exactly like you... Did you know that?
Dialogue 7 (Zima Krowla): It's good to see someone I know again Zima.
Dialogue 8 (Gilgamesh): The first hero of Mankind... You shall be a worthy adversary indeed.
Dialogue 9 (Vasily): Loyal Vassal... Prove to me why I trusted you against the Mongol Horde. Show me why the world calls you the Great Khan of the Russians!
Something You Hate: Overcomplicated plans, morons who think I'm stupid, The House of Lords!
About the Holy Grail: A magical artifact that allows you to grant wishes... How is that a good idea again?
Event: Could you tell me what is going on, please?
Birthday: The day of my birth is upon us...*A tear starts to fall down his cheek* Can I be alone for a moment?

 

[Magoose]

A Night To Remember

You felt uncomfortable. Maybe it was the fact you could feel the winds on your skin, the morning dew all over your back and a strange sensation in your hand, but everything felt wrong. Your entire body shivered as your eyes snapped open. The blue sky of the morning was out of focus for a moment before it cleared.

And then you felt a stabbing pain in your head, a beating that made you grab your head in your hands to make it stop. "Lads, are you awake?"

"I'm awake Vasily." Wilhelm replied.

"Where's my shirt? I'm freezing." You stated.

"I think we have greater things to worry about then your shirt Vasily." That prompted you to sit up and look around.

You laying on the plains outside of Novgorod. You could see the city in the distance, illuminated in the sunlight. On the ground near you, you could see your men scattered across the ground, all of them armed with swords.

And beyond them, were Mongols and their horses standing over them.

"Holy fuck!" You shouted in surprise as you reached for the nearest sword that was closest to you, belonging to Alfonso. The sword in hand, you walked over to kill them.

Until you noticed that their throats were slashed, and flies were were crawling in and out of their bodies.

"They're dead." You said to yourself, trying to rationalize what you just saw. You counted the dead until you saw ten Mongol corpses.

"Ugh…" You heard Jory groan as he sat up. He looked around and asked. "Why are their dead Mongols around us?"

"I have no idea. I can't remember." You stated. You tried to remember how you got there, but you had a hole in your memory that made that impossible.

"I think we drank too much." Wilhelm said.

That was when you felt your mind flash, as you remembered the night before.

(Flashback)

The images were fuzzy, but you remembered being in a tavern, the sounds of singing dancing, and drinking were all that you could hear.

Wilhelm was dancing with one of the maids who was serving drinks earlier, a dumb smile on his face. Alfonso and Ionnos were in a drinking contest, trying to outdrink each other while Basilius was cheering them on, drinking a shot whenever his brother drank his own. All three men were about to tip over.

Ashford was sprawled out and drooling on the table, as he must have been punched in the face for trying to woo one of the laddies that were patrons.

And Jory was sitting next to you, trying to make sure he didn't have to reign in the chaos.

"Is it always like this?" You asked Jory.

"No. Usually Ionnos and Alfonso are passed out by now." Jory replied.

"And what happened to fighting those that walk in the darkness of the city?" You asked.

"It's Sunday. Even the most despicable of scum have duties to god." Jory replied as he drank. "That and almost every thief in town knows that trying to steal something on sunday, the bishop will come out and raise hell in the streets with his noble flock."

"Nikoli? He'll raise the entire city into a religious fever against thieves?" You raised your eyebrow in a puzzled statement. "That old bastard can't even do a mass without drinking."

Then Jory burped. "Ugh…" He took another drink of his vodka. "Or was it Nicholas? I don't remember."

The last thing you could remember was a group of Mongols entering your view.

(End Flashback)

By the time everyone could stand up, Alfonso and Ionnos had thrown up at least three times, and Basilius threw up twice.

What you wanted to know, was how the hell you even got here.

"Lads, I think we should go back to the city. I think Zima might kill me if I stay out any longer." You said.

The thought of Zima made all your men shudder in fear. Zima was terrifying when angry.

That and Zima was about to head back to Poland to rule also made you very anxious to get back to her.

"So… how did we get kidnapped by Mongols?" Wilhelm asked.

"I don't know." Ash said as he mounted one of the horses. He then looked in the saddle back. "I think I found your shirt."

He threw it over and you examined it. There were no marks to indicate that it was damaged, but you were unsure.

Than you remembered.

(Flashback)
The Mongol men who were in the tavern were trying to kidnap you.

Their Great Khan had sent over twenty riders to infiltrate the city and find you and Teju, and bring them back to their camp. Their leader had been sent into a fit of rage when he learned the news of your victory, and wanted revenge on you.

You had known of the spies that were under the employ of the numerous factions from around the world, but the sheer ease of these riders entering your city, your home, had made you feel a bit uncomfortable. You needed to send a message to those agents that were in the city.

And frankly, you were feeling like making a bit more good on your blood oath. They screamed into the sky like animals dragged to the slaughter as you and your men led them out into the plains outside the city.

Howling in pain and fear, they constantly lashed out for the slightest chance of escape. But they were only tiring themselves out, making it easier for what you had planned for them.

You had circled their horses into a circle and removed your shirt, so it would not get in your way. "Gentlemen. Who is the strongest among you?" Your question made all the men shudder in fear.

One tried to move away but was pushed forward. There were no words that needed to be said, in any language.

"If you can knock me down, you'll live. If I knock you down, one of my men will kill one of yours." Your vision was all blurry from the massive amount of vodka you drank, and your footing was unsteady in the muddy ground.

The mongol soldier charged, in more of a mad dashthan a real purposeful charge to knock you down. He tried to run past you, but you sidestepped and struck him in the face, sending him tumbling onto his back.

Alfonso did the honors, slashing open one of the soldier's throats in a swift motion.

"Yeah!" Your men screamed in joy, as the mongol soldier got up, looking around to find a way to escape.

"Come on!" You shouted. You then heard a sword drawn from its scabbard and you saw the mongol soldier carrying a blade. Your blade.

"Let me go!" He begged with terror in his voice.

"Then run!" You heard Alfonso shout in rage. "Run like the coward you are."

Alfonso then got to work butchering the other mongols, slashing open their throats one by one, then letting their bodies drop to the ground like sacks of wheat.

The mongol holding your blade dropped it, and ran out into the darkness.

It was than you felt the bile in your throat shoot up and you collapsed to your knees hugging the ground, before mercifully passing out.

(End Flashback)
"We butchered them." You stated.

"Aye." Alfonso said. "And how does that make you feel?"

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." You replied.

Alfonso sighed, like he was disappointed in your answer, but chose not to continue the conversation. "Let's go home."

"Aye... I think Zima might kill me for being out so long." You replied.

Reward: +10 relation to all your bodyguards.

AN: Enjoy.

 

[Magoose]

Artillery Production

(Alexander POV)

You could still hear the ringing in your ears from the sounds of the hammering of the forges, but the sacrifice of a little bit of hearing for a couple of nights was well worth the trip.You needed to speak to the man you had pinned your hopes on. The greatest blacksmith in all the empire, the forger of thousands of commissions in his lifetime, and the master to over a thousand craftsmen and even more apprentices that worked here now, Herald Gadsby.

The office where he was resting was a small one, everything was made of stone or was doused in water so nothing could not catch on fire, and a window with open shutters let in the night air. But the old man, unlike the last few visits that you had dropped in unannounced where you saw him barking orders to his apprentices and assisting them, was sleeping. You were honestly not that surprised. The man was legendary for working days on end to finish whatever came through his door. "Herold." You said, causing the old man to snort.

"Fritz… I told you to fuck off and let me sleep!" He replied. You made a few noises, tapping the wall, making the old man open his eyes slightly. "FRITZ! I TOLD YOU TO!-" Herold became mute when he saw your face. He then bowed. "My emperor! I did not know!"

You gave a small smile. "It's fine Herold." You paused and allowed the man to sit back down in his chair. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"Fuck you," Herold stated. "You enjoyed that."

"Not as much as I will enjoy this report." You replied. "How are my cannons?"

Herold stood up and walked over to a cupboard and removed a jug and two cups. "We have made one hundred this month. Fifteen since our last meeting."

That made you frown. You were surprised. "You said you would have twenty done."

The old man sighed, before pouring himself a drink. "Do you want one?"

"No thanks. I'm not thirsty." You replied.

Herold took a drink. "We have had an accident, and I've lost twenty apprentices working on this project. Forty more have left me because they could not handle the work because of injuries. The gold you are paying is not worth the risk to them."

"I can certainly compensate them with more gold… It's not like we're laking in it currently." You replied. "But that is not the reason I am here." That made Herold raise his eyebrows in puzzlement. "I need you to increase production to two hundred cannons a month along with its ammunition. I fear we will need it very shortly for a coming crisis from the east."

That made Herold spit out his drink. "WHAT!"

"Is there a problem?" You asked. "Can the great Herold Gadsby not meet a commission order?"

"That's not it!" He protested, his eyes narrowing, clearly not amused that his reputation was being called into question. "I can't meet an order I can just make on a whim! I need more time, a bigger forge and more men to increase production to get anywhere close to that number."

"I have that well in hand and have already spent a significant amount of money to make that so." You replied. "Just get me more cannons, Herr Gadsby."

Herold stood up and gave a rushed bow. "Yes, my emperor... It shall be done."

Reward: Vasily can now buy cannons and other artillery pieces from the empires army to have in his own for a sum of money. New action available.

AN: Enjoy.

Edit: I know two omakes in one day... I'm on a roll today.

 

[Magoose]

Turn 8 Rumor Mill

Reports from the Rus

Morale has skyrocketed: The defeat of Mongol raiding force in the east has made the peoples of the Rus feel jubilant and safer. Many now think they actually have a chance against the horde.

Reward: For the next two turns when you roll for recruiting troops, you get a d20,000 instead of a D10,000

Reports from the Order of the Dragon:

Delays in the Meeting: Due to unforeseen issues that required the emperor's attention, the meeting of the Order of The Dragon that was scheduled for this year, will be delayed until next year. The emperor has sent his apologies, but the reasons for the delay shall be explained at the meeting.

Reward: Next turn there is an order of the dragon meeting. Your presence is required.

Stefan Tepas has been kidnapped: An unknown party has kidnapped Stefan Tepas from Moldova. A search has been started to find him.

In other news Vlad Tepas has mobilized his Principality for war against the Turks, citing that they were the ones who took his brother. The Turks have denied it.

Reports from within the Empire:

The pope and The Ecumenical Patriarch meet: In a gesture of religious unity, Pope John the XIII and The Ecumenical Patriarch Alexios met in Hagia Sophia, to discuss the ongoing threat of the Mongol hordes and the growing threat of Turkish influence in the black sea and the Mediterranean.

The pope has said that it will be wondrous for the brothers of the faith to unite against their common enemies and hopes that this is the first in a long line of healing the great divide of Gods churches.

The Two churches have been at odds with each other for decades now, ever since Emperor Philip, the wise created the "Two churches Law" where both churches were seen as equals in the empire.

Zima Królowa is the Grand Princess of Poland: Zima Królowa was crowned Princess of Poland, after the former prince Jan Królowa, was found guilty of sabotaging the succession for his own personal power. She has been met favorably by her lords and knights.

Reward: Zima is now an Ally to the Rus and will help you if she is called upon.

News from Outside the Empire:

The Japanese have invaded Korea: The Japanese army under the leadership of Shimazu Hideo with the blessing of the emperor, have landed on the southern tip of the Korean Peninsula after their demands for military and docking access was refused.

China has denounced Japan's actions but are not doing anything at this time due to internal troubles. The Korean kingdom stands alone.

China descends into chaos: After an assassination attempt on the emperor, several high profile arrests took place on the supposed conspirators. But some of the so-called conspirators have raised their banners in rebellion, citing that the emperor was falsely arresting innocent men and that they will not stand for such dishonorable actions.

The First War of Tyranny against Ling Song has begun.

AN: Enjoy.

 

[Magoose]

Turn 9

"Why does mother have to go west?" Alexi asked as you all watched her ride out of the city with her retinue.

"She has a duty to her people. And sometimes that duty requires her to leave for a time." You replied.

"Does that means she does not love us?" Dmtry asked.

You nodded. "Of course she still loves you." You knelt down to your children's height and put your hands on Dmtry and Ivan. "She always will. She just has to leave for a few months."

You didn't know if it was a lie or not. The Polish nobility was not clear on the living arrangments she would be living in, how you and your wife would be able to be together, and your children were unhappy about being away from their mother.

Diplomacy: With Zima gone and Poland now under her command, you no longer had to worry about your western flank.

(Choose 2)

[]The Order of the Dragon's Meeting: Alexander has finally set up a meeting for the Order of the Dragon. Cost: 5 Chance of success: 90% Reward: You attend the meeting of the Order of the Dragon.

[]Reaching Out: (The Sultanate of Rum): The Buffer state between the Persian Empire and the warring states in the Levant, Egypt, and Arabia, They do little to extend their diplomatic channels to anyone within the empire itself. But you need to establish diplomatic ties with them. You need to have people ready to negotiate if the Black Sea becomes contested. Cost: 50 Chance of success: 35% Reward: Foreign contact made, further diplomatic negotiations can be made.

[]Reaching Out: (The Sultanate of Egypt): The Richest of the warring kingdoms of the Middle East, they have vast swaths of cotton, grain, and influence. The Empire has long been allied with the easternmost kingdom of North Africa and has profited greatly from it. To tap into that wealth, you need to be able to talk. Cost: 25 Chance of success: 65% Reward: Foreign contact made, further diplomatic negotiations can be made.

[]Reaching In: (Random Province): Your father said that there are men throughout the empire who understood the dangers of the Frontier, and they are more than willing to meet and discuss its future and safety. Cost: 50 Chance of success: 90% Reward: Domestic lords met. New actions become available.

[]Lords of the Rus: You need to make sure the Lords of the Rus are going to be on your side. Cost: 5 Chance of success: 80% Reward: Relations with the Russian Lords improved.

[]Support Zima: You will make sure that Zima stays on her newly acquired throne. Cost: 5 Chance of success: 80% Reward: There is less of a chance the Polish nobles will rebel.

Martial: There have been some rumbles in the east. War has consumed them. You still have time to prepare for the inevitable.

(Choose 3)

[]Muster the troops (Personal): You will bring your troops to Novgorod to prepare for a campaign. Cost: 200, Chance of success: 100% Reward: Your troops are ready for campaign. Campaign expenses will begin.

[]Muster the Troops (Vassals): You need to call your Vassals troops up for campaign. The Rus is at stake. Cost: 0, Chance of success: 90% Reward: Your Vassals troops are ready and waiting at Novgorod.

[]Declare War on the Mongols: your oath is at the forefront of your mind. War will be declared. Cost: 0 Chance of success: 100% Reward: You declare war with the blood oath caucus Beli.

[]Spar with Nicholas: You want to know how well that man fights. Cost: 0 Chance of success: ???% Reward: You spar with Nicholas, Relation increase by 5

[]Drilling the Troops: You need your men in top shape. To be prepared for battle at any minute, and fight as well as any Imperial Infantryman. Cost: 125 Chance of success: 65% Reward: Troop quality of local troops will increase (Gain roll bonuses) Only the recruits will increase in experience.

[]Recruit More Troops: You need more able-bodied men in your army, and you know the Rus has a larger population to call upon. Cost: 50 Chance of success: 60% Reward: A D20,000 is rolled for soldiers recruited. Soldiers experience will be placed at (Recruits)

[]Request Artillery: You want to have artillery in your army. The High-quality ones, the pieces that are made in Rome and Vienna. Cost: 50 Chance of success: 70% Reward: You get a d100 for artillery pieces and a d20 for cannons.

Stewardship: The trade is protected… The fur must flow!... Axel now is not the time to make jokes, we can work on getting spice up here later.
(In Progress)

[X]In Dire Times (Supplies) You need Novgorod ready for a siege. That means food and clear lanes of supply for the city. Cost: 200, (This action lasts for 2 turns) Chance of success: 40% Reward: Novgorod will be ready for a prolonged siege.

(Will complete this turn)

[X]In Dire Times (Fortifying): Fortifications are needed to survive the Mongols. You need to get your hands on everything that you need to defend your city. You found some notes in your father's old books about making Novgorod into a citadel, along with other defenses like ballista towers. It will take time and coin, but it will make Novgorod safe. Cost: 2000, (This action lasts for 3 turns) Chance of success: 30% Reward: You begin construction of extra fortifications on Novgorod.

(Note due to actions that were taken in the last turn that has succeeded, In Dire Times (Fortifying) loses two turns of its action, meaning it has only two turns to go.)

Intrigue: You will do whatever you can in your power, you have to, to protect the people you love.

(Choose 2)

[]Purge the Spies: You want to find those bastards who see your home as nothing more than a ground to trade information, and destabilize your home. Cost 100 Chance of success 75% reward: The spies are dead, captured, or work for you.

[]Spy on Poland: You want to be sure that there are no lingering elements that do not want Zima on her rightful throne. Cost 50 Chance of success 60% reward: You discover plots against Zima, and warn her about them.

[]Spy networking: You want to get agents out around the world, and the empire. Natasha knows people that can help, but it will take time. Cost 100 Chance of success 75% reward: International and Domestic espionage unlocked.

[]Spiders hiding steel: Natasha is willing to get you some contacts within the imperial assassin network, as a thank you for killing Gavelo. Cost 0 Chance of success 30% Reward: You get assassins on your beck and call. Assassination rolls get a -10. New actions will become available.

Learning: A mind is a powerful tool, and you are going to use it as best you can.

(Choose 2)

[]Teach Alexi how to read: You want to be sure your son knows how to read. Cost: 0 Chance of success: 100% Reward: Alexi learns how to read, Alexi's Learning stat increases.

[]Teach Dmtry how to read: You want to be sure your son knows how to read. Cost: 0 Chance of success: 100% Reward: Dmtry learns how to read, Dmitry's Learning stat increases.

[]Teach Ivan how to read: You want to be sure your son knows how to read. Cost: 0 Chance of success: 100% Reward: Ivan knows how to read, Ivan's Learning stat increases.

[]Study your family history: You have never really bothered looking into your family's past, mostly because you always wanted to be a soldier. Cost: 0 Chance of success: 100% Reward: You learn a bit more about your family that wasn't told to you as a child in stories.

[]Workshops Galore: Rurik had an idea. Maybe you could hire some carpenters, metalworkers, and other skilled laborers and have them try to build whatever the hell they want and you get the device's patent for half of the cut. You were going to call him crazy until Jory said that was a great idea. And you didn't want to hurt the old man's feelings so you agreed to it. Cost: 100 Chance of success: 40% Reward: You get a workshop of skilled laborers and craftsmen experimenting on… stuff. What could possibly go wrong?

Personal: Zima is now in Poland. It has certainly caused a damper on the mood of your family, but it will be better.

(Choose 2)

[]Living arrangements: With Zima having to go into Poland, You need to find a way to make sure all of you stay connected and still be a family. Cost: 10 Chance of success: 90% Reward: You kids will no longer become unhappy being away from their mother.

[]Practice writing: You have no idea what came to you, but you wanted to start writing. Maybe your exploits and journals will be like Caesar's conquest of Gaul or Otto the Strong's brilliant strategic victories against your ancestors. Cost: 0 Chance of success: 100% Reward: You start to practice writing. Trait gained: Writer. New actions will become available. Learning stat will increase.

[]Practice Artistry: You do not know why, but the wondrous paintings and sculptures and drawings caught your eye, and the splendor of Rome has imprinted itself onto your mind. That and you need something to do besides the usual business of running the state. Cost: 0 Chance of success: 100% Reward: You start going through the fine arts to find out what works for you. Gain trait: Patron, New actions available, Learning stat will increase.

[]Spend Time with Zima: You want to spend time with your lovely wife. Cost: 0 Chance of success 100% Reward: You spend time with Zima, a potential for pregnancy rolls to begin.

[]Spend time with your children: You will find some time in your schedule to be there for them. What kind of man would you be if you were not? You are their father after all. Cost: 0 Chance of success: 100% Reward: You spend time with your children

[]A Night on the Town: So your bodyguards want to go out and drink, and want to bring you along. You'll go with them to shut them up. Cost: 0 Chance of success 100% Reward: Interesting events might occur.

[]Walk the City: You want to walk the city and see how your people are doing. Maybe you can learn something your spies haven't told you. Cost: 0 Chance of success 100% Reward: Interesting Events might happen.

[]The Circus is in Town!: There is a traveling show coming into Novgorod. It has everything, from singers to exotic dancers, to bears playing chess and being ridden on like horses. Cost: 10 Chance of success: 90% Reward: You have some fun at the Traveling Show.

[]Overlook: You can oversee a project personally, giving it a personal touch. Cost 0 Reward a single action can have a +15 roll added to the dice.

AN: There is a 4 Hour Moratorium on Voting for discussion and planning.

Enjoy the turn and choose wisely.

 

[Magoose]

Turn 9 results

"Why does mother have to go west?" Alexi asked as you all watched her ride out of the city with her retinue.

"She has a duty to her people. And sometimes that duty requires her to leave for a time." You replied.

"Does that means she does not love us?" Dmtry asked.

You nodded. "Of course she still loves you." You knelt down to your children's height and put your hands on Dmtry and Ivan. "She always will. She just has to leave for a few months."

You didn't know if it was a lie or not. The Polish nobility was not clear on the living arrangements she would be living in, how you and your wife would be able to be together, and your children were unhappy about being away from their mother.

Diplomacy: With Zima gone and Poland now under her command, you no longer had to worry about your western flank.

(Choose 2)
[X]The Order of the Dragon's Meeting: Alexander has finally set up a meeting for the Order of the Dragon. Cost: 5 Chance of success: 90% Reward: You attend the meeting of the Order of the Dragon. Rolled: 1D100 => 65

What was shown at the meeting made you more hopeful that you can beat the Mongols. (Continued in Raining Hellfire)

[X]Support Zima: You will make sure that Zima stays on her newly acquired throne. Cost: 5 Chance of success: 80% Reward: There is less of a chance the Polish nobles will rebel. Rolled: 1D100 => 94

Your public support of your wife stopped any whisper of rebellion in Poland. Even the boldest amongst them were terrified of facing the man who had defeated the Mongols in battle.

Reward: Zima ascends to her throne without any issue or protest. Asking for her help in war will succeed 100% of the time.

Martial: There have been some rumbles in the east. War has consumed them. You still have time to prepare for the inevitable.

(Choose 3)

[X]Muster the Troops (Vassals): You need to call your Vassals troops up for a campaign. The Rus is at stake. Cost: 0, Chance of success: 90% Reward: Your Vassals troops are ready and waiting at Novgorod. Rolled:1D100 => 27+ 20=47

Your vassal lords were not very happy about mustering their forces, but they knew their duty, and they knew what was coming.

War was going to engulf the east, and you needed to be ready.

Reward: the Vassal Levies are mustered in Novgorod. Relations with vassals will decrease by 10 every turn you are not at war and will decrease by 5 if fighting a domestic enemy and decrease by 0 if fighting a foreign or religious threat.

[X]Recruit More Troops: You need more able-bodied men in your army, and you know the Rus has a larger population to call upon. Cost: 50 Chance of success: 60% Reward: A D20,000 is rolled for soldiers recruited. Soldiers experience will be placed at (Recruits) Rolled: 1D100 => 51+20= 71 Rolled: 1D20000 => 17224 Rounded so Magoose does not have to do more math for troop compositions: 17,000.

Thousands flocked to join your army. The Russian people were not going to cower any longer. They were going to fight, and you were going to lead them.

Reward: 17,000 troops (Recruits) of various assortments have joined your army.

[X]Request Artillery: You want to have artillery in your army. The High-quality ones, the pieces that are made in Rome and Vienna. Cost: 50 Chance of success: 70% Reward: You get a d100 for artillery pieces and a d20 for cannons. Rolled: 1D100 => 8+20=28

Vlad Tepes had submitted the first and largest request for artillery, leaving none for you.

Stewardship: The trade is protected… The fur must flow!... Axel now is not the time to make jokes, we can work on getting spice up here later.
(In Progress)

[X]In Dire Times (Supplies) You need Novgorod ready for a siege. That means food and clear lanes of supply for the city. Cost: 200, (This action lasts for 2 turns) Chance of success: 40% Reward: Novgorod will be ready for a prolonged siege.

The city is well stocked and prepared for a siege.

Reward: Novgorod will last in a siege for three years. (4 regular turns or 16 campaign turns).

[X]In Dire Times (Fortifying): Fortifications are needed to survive the Mongols. You need to get your hands on everything that you need to defend your city. You found some notes in your father's old books about making Novgorod into a citadel, along with other defenses like ballista towers. It will take time and coin, but it will make Novgorod safe. Cost: 2000, (This action lasts for 3 turns) Chance of success: 30% Reward: You begin construction of extra fortifications on Novgorod.


Intrigue: You will do whatever you can in your power, you have to, to protect the people you love.

(Choose 2)

[X]Purge the Spies: You want to find those bastards who see your home as nothing more than a ground to trade information, and destabilize your home. Cost 100 Chance of success 75% reward: The spies are dead, captured, or work for you. Rolled: 1D100 => 83

Natasha was swift and brutal in her scourging of the scum that has nested into your home. By months end, they were all hanging from the gallows or their corpses were burned to cinders.

Your home was now safe from the spies that sought to hinder you.

Reward: International espionage gets a +10 to chance of success. Assassinations against other leaders gain a +5.

[X]Spy networking: You want to get agents out around the world, and the empire. Natasha knows people that can help, but it will take time. Cost 100 Chance of success 75% reward: International and Domestic espionage unlocked. Rolled: 1D100 => 62

Natasha, in between murdering other spies that sought to do you harm, finally got you into the imperial spy network.

Reward: Domestic and International Espionage unlocked.

Learning: A mind is a powerful tool, and you are going to use it as best you can.

(Choose 2)
[X]Study your family history: You have never really bothered looking into your family's past, mostly because you always wanted to be a soldier. Cost: 0 Chance of success: 100% Reward: You learn a bit more about your family that wasn't told to you as a child in stories. Rolled: 1D100 => 95

Your family has some of the most interesting histories of any of the Great Princes of the Empire. And also the most tragic.

Especially your father.

(Continued in: The Aristov Legacy)

[X]Teach Alexi how to read: You want to be sure your son knows how to read. Cost: 0 Chance of success: 100% Reward: Alexi learns how to read, Alexi's Learning stat increases. Rolled: 1D100 => 42

Your son sat on your lap, your hand guiding his as he read the words.

"And the…" Your son stuttered.

"Dragon." You replied with a soft tone. It was late in the evening, and you both were tired, but Alexi instead that he wanted to finish the story.

It was a long night… But it was worth it.

Reward: Alexi knows how to read. Alexi's learning stat increased by 3.

Personal: Zima is now in Poland. It has certainly caused a damper on the mood of your family, but it will be better.

(Choose 2)

[X]Living arrangements: With Zima having to go into Poland, You need to find a way to make sure all of you stay connected and still be a family. Cost: 10 Chance of success: 90% Reward: You kids will no longer become unhappy being away from their mother. Rolled: 1D100 => 52

It took some negotiations with the polish lords, but Zima could now spend half the year in the Rus, and the other half in Poland. It wasn't the perfect arrangement, but your sons would be happy.

Reward: Your sons will no longer lose relation with you since they now can see their mom.

[X]Spend time with your children: You will find some time in your schedule to be there for them. What kind of man would you be if you were not? You are their father after all. Cost: 0 Chance of success: 100% Reward: You spend time with your children Rolled: 1D100 => 98

These were the times that you had dreamed about. Not the pain, agony, and fear… But of warmth, love and bonding. It was time being a father.

(Continued in: The Times Spent Together)

Disaster Roll: 1D100 => 23

Stefan opened his eyes and saw the Mongol sharpening his knife. "You are probably wondering why I have taken you?" You gritted your teeth. "All I want is information about your brother, Vlad Tepes."

"I won't tell you a damned thing." You growled.

The Mongol readied his knife to slit your throat when you heard a loud. "STOP!"

(Continued in: Stefan's Fortitude.)

AN: Enjoy.

 

[Magoose]

Raining Hellfire

The meetings of the Order of the Dragon that you had been attending had been going well since you had arrived. Being one of the first to arrive gave you more time to think, and to listen.

The civil war in China was the one thing on the minds of the more military-minded members of the Order, and you had narrowly avoided being swept up into the more hypothetical battles that were being waged by the Chinese loyalists and the rebels.

Your mind was more focused on the Mongols.

Each day dragged on with reports from the east, or rather, the lack of them. The Mongols, despite their claims and threats to attack, raid, and destroy the west, were not following through. They still remained in the steppes, waiting for their Great Khan to give them a target.

But the men of the order were anxious. It had been three weeks since Alexander had greeted all of the men of the Order and pleaded patience.

Now you were all gathered in the grandest chamber of the Imperial Palace, the sun shining brightly within its halls as a hundred leading military men sat waiting for their emperor.

And then the grand doors opened to show the emperor walking into the room, an angry scowl on his face. Behind him was Vlad Tepes, his beard, and mustache holding a small but satisfied grin.

That made you curious, what had he said that made him smile in such a way, and make Alexander furious?

Alexander stood at the head of the table, waiting for Vlad to take a seat, giving Alexander time to take control of his emotions.

"My Lords. Thank you for your patience, but I had to be sure all had arrived before this meeting can begin." Alexander stated. The silence was his answer, as everyone, including yourself was watching and waiting for the reason there was a delay. "What do you all know about a substance called gunpowder?"

Almost immediately pandemonium overtook the room, as the men who did know about the substance from rumors and stories from China. The weapon that was as loud as thunder. The miracle-weapon that stopped the Mongols centuries ago, when China, by all means, should have fallen.

"Silence!" Alexander raised his voice, its order carrying its way through the room as the men of the order fell silent to their liege and master.

You leaned back in your chair, waiting for Alexander to get on with what he had to say.

"I am already producing cannons for the army, but I am in need of another prince to build more. The reason I called this meeting is to announce my intentions. In a year's time, after the House of Lords sees fit, I will authorize a prince who petitions me the chance to manufacture cannons within their territory. There will be no constraints, save two: You must accept any imperial contracts given, and the standards that Herr Gadsby will provide them must be met." Alexander stated, adding on a warning of, "That one will be checked up on from time to time." He then clapped his hands in punctuation. "I will allow you all to see the cannons later this week before you leave. That is all."

Alexander left and you stood up before the chaos overtook the room. Arguments broke between lords as they started debating with each other, and trying to gain support from their allies.

You followed Alex out of the room and asked. "What the hell are you doing?"

Alexander turned around and sighed. "I'm delegating. Herr Gadsby, no matter how skilled he is, is only one man, and he can barely manage to meet the production orders that I currently placed for the army. Now his apprentices will be scattered throughout the empire to train more smiths for cannon production. You know logistics Vasily, trying to build and deliver these to where they need to be in any sort of timely manner is an impossibility."

That made you raise an eyebrow. "And why are you making it known? Why are you not going to lords directly and ordering them to build cannons for you?"

Alexander looked pale, and he shut his eyes. "Vasily… Do you have nightmares?"

Only when you were alone, without the comforting touch of your wife to remind you that you had something. Something that was yours. "No."

"I do," Alexander replied. "I see the Horse-lords roaming the forests of Germany, the fields of France, the mountains of Italy. Everywhere they go, fire and death follow them. And I can't protect-" He stops and takes a breath. "That's unbecoming of me. I'm sorry."

You did not make a sound, thinking of a way to answer that without sounding rude. "It's fine." You replied. "But I must know. What did Vlad say to make you angry?"

That made Alexander nod his head. "He wanted cannons and crews who were trained in their operation in exchange for delaying his forces to march east into Anatolia. I had no choice but to accept his offer."

"What did he have on you that forbid you from ordering him to stand down?" You asked.

"Because the evidence he brought was enough to prove his claims." Alexander replied.

That made you raise an eyebrow in confusion. "How?"

"Turkish mercenaries were among the kidnappers that were seen Stefan was taken. He found the mercenaries and after some torture, they revealed that they were hired by the Sultan of Rum to kidnap the boy." Alexander replied.

"Do you think they may have been lying or were lied about who hired them?" You asked.

"I don't know. I've been looking into it, but I have been unsuccessful so far. All of the evidence that Vlad had was still pointing to the Sultanate of Rum." He replied.

"Are the Mongol's involved?" You asked. The raids may have ceased, but horse lords and Mongols could walk through the unprotected frontier.

"That was one of my working theories, but I have no proof. And little time to find it." Alexander replied. "I have done all I can to delay Vlad's invasion. He will start when he is ready. Whether that be next year or ten remains to be seen."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" You asked.

"Unless you have spies in the Mongol camps that can without any shadow of a doubt know where Stefan is… I'm afraid Vlad's mind is clouded with rage against the Turks has made anything else useless. But he loves his brother enough to wage vengeance against those that took him." Alexander replied. "We find his brother, we can direct Vlad at whoever is responsible."

"Why are you trusting me with this?" You asked.

"Because I think you might be the closest thing I have to a friend in this empire," Alexander stated. "I just hope my faith in you is not as misguided as Howlett thinks it is." He then smiled, as if banishing the thoughts of your failure from his mind. "Now come! The cannons are waiting! You'll love them!"

You did.

You think Zima will too.

Reward: Next turn you can petition for cannon production in Russia (One turn only). New Action available.

AN: Enjoy the Omake.