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- Canada
[X] Plan: Basic Nails of Command
Blood of the Frontier (CK2) Completed.
- Thread starter Magoose
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- Original
- Location
- USA
[X] Plan: Basic Nails of Command
Also our Stewardship should be 12 not 11.
Also our Stewardship should be 12 not 11.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Ops. Thank you for pointing that out. It's been fixed.
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[X] Plan: Basic Nails of Command
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Here are the rolls.
[X] Plan: Basic Nails of Command
[X] The Empire Still Stands: 1D100 => 27
[X] A Capable Commander: 1D100 => 87
[X] An Army to Stand Against the Walls: 1D100 => 48
[X] Hire a Steward: 1D100 => 89
[X] A master of Shadows:1D100 => 50
[X] Find an Advisor: 1D100 => 44
[X] Visit your father's Grave: 1D100 => 92
Disaster Roll: 1D100 => 75
[X] Plan: Basic Nails of Command
[X] The Empire Still Stands: 1D100 => 27
[X] A Capable Commander: 1D100 => 87
[X] An Army to Stand Against the Walls: 1D100 => 48
[X] Hire a Steward: 1D100 => 89
[X] A master of Shadows:1D100 => 50
[X] Find an Advisor: 1D100 => 44
[X] Visit your father's Grave: 1D100 => 92
Disaster Roll: 1D100 => 75
- Location
- United States
So... are we aiming for high or low rolls?
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Ah, I also forgot to say this at the beginning of the quest, if you submit omakes they give roll bonuses or disaster roll reductions.
If the disaster roll goes underneath 0, you get a special event roll which is special and very good for our playable charecter.
If the disaster roll goes underneath 0, you get a special event roll which is special and very good for our playable charecter.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
You want high rolls for everything but disaster rolls.
- Location
- United States
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
- Location
- United States
Really? Well that's better than I thought at least. The disaster roll, on the other hand...You succeeded in all of the rolls.
But that disaster roll.
Is it civil war time?
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
- Location
- Reno Nv
Quick make an Omake and Stat!
- Location
- France
Revolt, plague, mongol invasion, economic crisis, meteor, alien invasion. Everything is possible.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
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- He
And that's without getting into cutthroat imperial politics.
Of both the Chinese and European kind.
- Location
- France
And that's without getting into cutthroat imperial politics.
Of both the Chinese and European kind.
I forget this little details :lol
Turn 1 results
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Turn 1 results
You are Valily Aristov, and you wonder why you are still alive. In your mind, you played out what happened in your dreams. How you were taken… How you were treated… How you survived.
You remembered being ambushed and hit in the head with a club, knocking you to the ground. You remembered your mother's screams cease as an arrow pierced her heart and throat, and how her lifeless eyes stared at you. Terrified, cold and alone. The guards were trying to fight their way to you, but a net grabbed you and dragged you away.
The Mongols called you 'Khan', as you were technically a prince of the Rus, but it was not a sign of respect for your noble heritage. It was insulting, a derogatory that they labeled you with to show just how powerless you were. That a boy Khan like you had fallen, proving how weak and feeble your people were.
Every day for a month was a fight for your survival, as they forced you to eat food that was poisoned, old, and rotten. The days you did eat, you felt gravely ill, and could hardly move. When you didn't eat, they brought you to a wrestling circle, and you had to fight their warriors for something to drink.
You killed a dozen of them by snapping their necks like twigs before they stopped letting you out of the tent that was your prison. They had denied you food altogether for days, and barely getting enough water to make it through the day.
On days they were moving, they made sure you moved with them, dragging you across the steppe plains, further and further away from your homeland… from your father. Each day you had been getting a little bit weaker as blood oozed from your feet, as they had stolen your shoes and gave you rags.
Then night fell on the thirty-second day. They had grown tired of you and they had met with other Khans, who examined you like a boar ready for the slaughter.
What little they said you understood. That you were nothing more than a drain on their resources, and they wanted to be far enough away from the Rus to execute you for the crimes of your father and grandfather.
As the sun fell, and when the Khans had spoken to the other one, the sounds of thundering hoof steps filed your ears and the screams of thousands of men. You had thought it was another Mongol clan... Until you heard the battle cry. "FOR THE MOTHERLAND!"
In your tent, you could do nothing but sit, chained to a pole with the heaviest ropes that you have ever felt. But death, like with your mother, was all around you. Then two boys came in, hiding with you and clutching daggers.
And you saw your father walk in, his sword and armor covered in blood, his helmet discarded to see better.
He didn't see them, and you were too surprised to see him to say anything and too weak to do anything else but stare.
The first dagger strike went through his stomach, another went to his back, and he crumpled to the ground.
You were overcome with such rage that you broke your bindings and grabbed your father's sword. You didn't know why you killed one and let the other go, but you had kneeled next to your father and listened to him name you his heir.
A few days later, after your father had sent letters to tell his vassals that you were the new Grand Prince, he called you to his deathbed.
"Vasily." He said. "Swear to me that you kill the Mongols, the enemies of our fathers… To make our homeland safe for all time."
You swore on his name. And later that night, he died. You were the Grand Prince now… In name at least.
You still had a regent ruling until your majority and when you finish your education with your tutors.
Diplomacy: It was not your greatest skill… But it was a skill you had. You needed the lords of the Rus on your side.
Choose 1:
[X]The Empire Still Stands: Your father paid homage the Emperor, and despite the empires increasing negligence of their eastern border, you still had to swear fealty in a timely manner or suffer the consequences. Cost: 0 Chance of success: 100% Reward: Legitimacy New diplomatic actions available. Less chance of the emperor sending in someone to replace you. Roll: 1D100 => 27
The Letter you sent to Emperor was a simple, reassuring one. You would remain loyal to his Imperial Majesty and would follow his every command that was within your duties.
You felt secure for the moment, as your letter was more than enough.
Reward: The Empire won't send someone to replace you. Yet.
Martial: You need to finish your training, but you cannot allow the military to fall. You know what will happen if it does.
Choose 2
[]A Capable Commander: You need to have capable field commander who can advise and maintain a military force. Cost: 25 Chance of success: 70/50/20% Reward: A Commander joins your court, +1 martial action. New actions become Available. Result: 1D100 => 87
The man who came in was not someone you expected. But that surprise was a welcome one as you remembered the man from the old stories your father told you as a child. (Continued in: The Bear of Rostov)
[]An Army to Stand Against the Walls: You need to make sure that the forces of Novgorod that are under your command are an effective force. Cost: 100, Chance of Success 80% Reward: You know what your forces are. Result: 1D100 => 48
"How many men?" You demanded as you squeezed the table as you stared at the map if Novgorod.
"The Imperial army has 5000 troops under-" You slammed your hand on the table.
"Under my command, my lord." You were getting tired of your regent's refusal to tell you how many men you had in the garrison, or the men who you could levy in case a Mongol raid occurred. He was stalling and it angered you. "How many are under my command?" You demanded.
"4000, from the city, half of them skirmishers and the other half Heavy infantry. You can call upon another 2000 from the Duchy itself, and most of them are light infantry, veterans of the last campaign to defend the Rus against the Mongols. And around 8000 more from your vassals as they are within your right to call upon."
Less than 6000 men that you had certain control over in a crisis. It wasn't good enough. "Now… What of the Imperial army of the Rus?"
"As I said before you interrupted me, my prince," You were getting sick of this man's flowery words, trying to treat you as if you were a mere child. "5000 men are under the command of General Fulk, and you can ask for their assistance in keeping the peace. The entire army is made up of highly trained Heavy cavalry." Your regent paused. "Is that all my Prince?" his voice was trembling as he stared at your hands cracking the table.
Good. So 11,000 men if you got this Fulk on your side or under your boot. "No… That would be all."
Reward: You know the composition of your army and how many men you can call upon. New Actions Available.
Stewardship: The Rus' economy is not that well. But you can make it better.
Choose 1
[]Hire a Steward: You need to hire Steward to do the number work. Cost: 25 Chance of success: 60% Reward: You have a steward. +1 to Stewardship actions, New actions become available. Results: 1D100 => 89
The Steward was a man you found quite suitable for working under you. He was Axel of Florence, a Merchant who caught your attention and was all too willing to work for you, for a small fee. You detected no malice in him and he was all too frightened by your glare to argue.
Reward: Axel of Florence joins your court as your steward. New actions Available. +1 to Stewardship actions
Intrigue: You have enemies everywhere.... You just need to know where to look.
Choose 1
[]A master of Shadows: You do not trust anyone… But you need an ally who can assist you in court. To help you. Maybe one day, you can trust that person. But they have to prove themselves first. Cost: 50 Chance of success: 60% reward: A spymaster, new action soon become available. Results: 1D100 => 50
'Yuri' was the man who you were told could help you. He was a slim man, who covered his face with a cloak and his skin was covered in thick woolen gloves and he spoke in a deep, rocky voice.
But his words were clear and concise. And you told him if he failed you… the headsmen were going to be meeting him soon.
Reward: 'Yuri' joins your court.
Learning: You need to study.
Choose 1
[]Find an Advisor: You need someone to sort through all this stupid shite! Cost:0 Chance of success 80% Reward: +1 to learning action. New actions become Available. Results: 1D100 => 44
Your regent: Rurik Romanov was going to advise you, in addition to his duties as your regent.
Reward: Ruik becomes your advisor. New actions available +1 learning action Available.
Personal: There are times you need to relax and enjoy yourself.
Choose 1
[]Visit your father's Grave: It hasn't even been a year... But you miss your father. Cost 0 Chance of success: 100% Reward: Somethings are said. Result: 1D100 => 92
When you arrived at your father's grave, you wept in the snow… And swore vengeance against his killers. (Continued in Blood Oath)
Disaster Roll: 1D100 => 75
"The words promise loyalty, my daughter… but they also hide lies and falsehood." (Continued in Suspicions)
AN: Enjoy
You are Valily Aristov, and you wonder why you are still alive. In your mind, you played out what happened in your dreams. How you were taken… How you were treated… How you survived.
You remembered being ambushed and hit in the head with a club, knocking you to the ground. You remembered your mother's screams cease as an arrow pierced her heart and throat, and how her lifeless eyes stared at you. Terrified, cold and alone. The guards were trying to fight their way to you, but a net grabbed you and dragged you away.
The Mongols called you 'Khan', as you were technically a prince of the Rus, but it was not a sign of respect for your noble heritage. It was insulting, a derogatory that they labeled you with to show just how powerless you were. That a boy Khan like you had fallen, proving how weak and feeble your people were.
Every day for a month was a fight for your survival, as they forced you to eat food that was poisoned, old, and rotten. The days you did eat, you felt gravely ill, and could hardly move. When you didn't eat, they brought you to a wrestling circle, and you had to fight their warriors for something to drink.
You killed a dozen of them by snapping their necks like twigs before they stopped letting you out of the tent that was your prison. They had denied you food altogether for days, and barely getting enough water to make it through the day.
On days they were moving, they made sure you moved with them, dragging you across the steppe plains, further and further away from your homeland… from your father. Each day you had been getting a little bit weaker as blood oozed from your feet, as they had stolen your shoes and gave you rags.
Then night fell on the thirty-second day. They had grown tired of you and they had met with other Khans, who examined you like a boar ready for the slaughter.
What little they said you understood. That you were nothing more than a drain on their resources, and they wanted to be far enough away from the Rus to execute you for the crimes of your father and grandfather.
As the sun fell, and when the Khans had spoken to the other one, the sounds of thundering hoof steps filed your ears and the screams of thousands of men. You had thought it was another Mongol clan... Until you heard the battle cry. "FOR THE MOTHERLAND!"
In your tent, you could do nothing but sit, chained to a pole with the heaviest ropes that you have ever felt. But death, like with your mother, was all around you. Then two boys came in, hiding with you and clutching daggers.
And you saw your father walk in, his sword and armor covered in blood, his helmet discarded to see better.
He didn't see them, and you were too surprised to see him to say anything and too weak to do anything else but stare.
The first dagger strike went through his stomach, another went to his back, and he crumpled to the ground.
You were overcome with such rage that you broke your bindings and grabbed your father's sword. You didn't know why you killed one and let the other go, but you had kneeled next to your father and listened to him name you his heir.
A few days later, after your father had sent letters to tell his vassals that you were the new Grand Prince, he called you to his deathbed.
"Vasily." He said. "Swear to me that you kill the Mongols, the enemies of our fathers… To make our homeland safe for all time."
You swore on his name. And later that night, he died. You were the Grand Prince now… In name at least.
You still had a regent ruling until your majority and when you finish your education with your tutors.
Diplomacy: It was not your greatest skill… But it was a skill you had. You needed the lords of the Rus on your side.
Choose 1:
[X]The Empire Still Stands: Your father paid homage the Emperor, and despite the empires increasing negligence of their eastern border, you still had to swear fealty in a timely manner or suffer the consequences. Cost: 0 Chance of success: 100% Reward: Legitimacy New diplomatic actions available. Less chance of the emperor sending in someone to replace you. Roll: 1D100 => 27
The Letter you sent to Emperor was a simple, reassuring one. You would remain loyal to his Imperial Majesty and would follow his every command that was within your duties.
You felt secure for the moment, as your letter was more than enough.
Reward: The Empire won't send someone to replace you. Yet.
Martial: You need to finish your training, but you cannot allow the military to fall. You know what will happen if it does.
Choose 2
[]A Capable Commander: You need to have capable field commander who can advise and maintain a military force. Cost: 25 Chance of success: 70/50/20% Reward: A Commander joins your court, +1 martial action. New actions become Available. Result: 1D100 => 87
The man who came in was not someone you expected. But that surprise was a welcome one as you remembered the man from the old stories your father told you as a child. (Continued in: The Bear of Rostov)
[]An Army to Stand Against the Walls: You need to make sure that the forces of Novgorod that are under your command are an effective force. Cost: 100, Chance of Success 80% Reward: You know what your forces are. Result: 1D100 => 48
"How many men?" You demanded as you squeezed the table as you stared at the map if Novgorod.
"The Imperial army has 5000 troops under-" You slammed your hand on the table.
"Under my command, my lord." You were getting tired of your regent's refusal to tell you how many men you had in the garrison, or the men who you could levy in case a Mongol raid occurred. He was stalling and it angered you. "How many are under my command?" You demanded.
"4000, from the city, half of them skirmishers and the other half Heavy infantry. You can call upon another 2000 from the Duchy itself, and most of them are light infantry, veterans of the last campaign to defend the Rus against the Mongols. And around 8000 more from your vassals as they are within your right to call upon."
Less than 6000 men that you had certain control over in a crisis. It wasn't good enough. "Now… What of the Imperial army of the Rus?"
"As I said before you interrupted me, my prince," You were getting sick of this man's flowery words, trying to treat you as if you were a mere child. "5000 men are under the command of General Fulk, and you can ask for their assistance in keeping the peace. The entire army is made up of highly trained Heavy cavalry." Your regent paused. "Is that all my Prince?" his voice was trembling as he stared at your hands cracking the table.
Good. So 11,000 men if you got this Fulk on your side or under your boot. "No… That would be all."
Reward: You know the composition of your army and how many men you can call upon. New Actions Available.
Stewardship: The Rus' economy is not that well. But you can make it better.
Choose 1
[]Hire a Steward: You need to hire Steward to do the number work. Cost: 25 Chance of success: 60% Reward: You have a steward. +1 to Stewardship actions, New actions become available. Results: 1D100 => 89
The Steward was a man you found quite suitable for working under you. He was Axel of Florence, a Merchant who caught your attention and was all too willing to work for you, for a small fee. You detected no malice in him and he was all too frightened by your glare to argue.
Reward: Axel of Florence joins your court as your steward. New actions Available. +1 to Stewardship actions
Intrigue: You have enemies everywhere.... You just need to know where to look.
Choose 1
[]A master of Shadows: You do not trust anyone… But you need an ally who can assist you in court. To help you. Maybe one day, you can trust that person. But they have to prove themselves first. Cost: 50 Chance of success: 60% reward: A spymaster, new action soon become available. Results: 1D100 => 50
'Yuri' was the man who you were told could help you. He was a slim man, who covered his face with a cloak and his skin was covered in thick woolen gloves and he spoke in a deep, rocky voice.
But his words were clear and concise. And you told him if he failed you… the headsmen were going to be meeting him soon.
Reward: 'Yuri' joins your court.
Learning: You need to study.
Choose 1
[]Find an Advisor: You need someone to sort through all this stupid shite! Cost:0 Chance of success 80% Reward: +1 to learning action. New actions become Available. Results: 1D100 => 44
Your regent: Rurik Romanov was going to advise you, in addition to his duties as your regent.
Reward: Ruik becomes your advisor. New actions available +1 learning action Available.
Personal: There are times you need to relax and enjoy yourself.
Choose 1
[]Visit your father's Grave: It hasn't even been a year... But you miss your father. Cost 0 Chance of success: 100% Reward: Somethings are said. Result: 1D100 => 92
When you arrived at your father's grave, you wept in the snow… And swore vengeance against his killers. (Continued in Blood Oath)
Disaster Roll: 1D100 => 75
"The words promise loyalty, my daughter… but they also hide lies and falsehood." (Continued in Suspicions)
AN: Enjoy
Cybandeath
Lord Darkness, and Representative of Mad Science
- Location
- The United States of America
Altharis
Tovarisch Volksdeutsch, Professional Crucifier
- Location
- Poland
We've passed every check, got the best Martial Adviser and rolled a ridiculously on Personal Action. Which may or may not be actually useless, hopefully it's the opposite.
Loyalty... Emperor doesn't believe us or something? By the way, are you going to use Alexander Karlson? He was very close to winning so it would be a shame not to.
Loyalty... Emperor doesn't believe us or something? By the way, are you going to use Alexander Karlson? He was very close to winning so it would be a shame not to.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
The Emperor is... not in the soundest of mental health. But then again, he's almost 90 years old.
Edit: and has lived a life that few of our real world leaders could have survived and thrived in.
And Alexander will show up he's just... doing some things that I am not at liberty to say right now.
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- Location
- St. Petersburg
So are they under his command, or Fulk's? Why did he say that?
..nothing at all can go wrong with having Yuri for an intrigue advisor. My command is your wish.
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- United States
We're still technically a child, and his ward. He's basically talking to us like he would talk to a child. Also, he is our regent, which means he is technically in charge right now.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Our regent was trying to not tell us how many men we have. Because we are still a child.
Edit: Despite is being insanely compatent at military matters.
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