AbNESIV: The Rood and the Dragon

Powys also has no technology...
 
Thats correct, they shouldnt.


Everyone on the coast gets sailing
All the saxon invaders get battle weapons.


Sorry :(


(both are quite cheap for you to catch up, but its just to style their advantage)
 
Germy.. who is going to fall for it if you say your going to backstab now?!?!?

Who said I will backstab now!? :mad: I will wage war with that person immediatly!

No I will win the award, the who and how remains questionable.
Who among the weak kingdoms will be the first to fall on mere words? Or will it take cold hard steel to bring a kingdom to its knees.

I am now in story mode..... I will have story up soon.
 
I look forward to it.

An don't expect my NPC's to be push overs :p
 
If Rheged is correct on the first map, then I am missing quite a bit of territory. I should stretch southern Scotland to northern Wales.
 
Me checking in as Dal Riada.

Very nice rules and stuffs! One question though - who or what exactly is the blue country in central scotland, to my east? I see Fib listed but assuming that's the red country on the east coast.
 
Me checking in as Dal Riada.

Very nice rules and stuffs! One question though - who or what exactly is the blue country in central scotland, to my east? I see Fib listed but assuming that's the red country on the east coast.

I've got similar questions.

The red nation should be me (Lothian) as they historically held the area around Din Ediyn (Edinburgh) and that is the area of the OTL current area of East central and west Lothian.

However I think it is really needed to put a named game map up there or else I cant send orders. The map is overall kinda sloppy imo no offense just my thoughts.
 
However I think it is really needed to put a named game map up there or else I cant send orders. The map is overall kinda sloppy imo no offense just my thoughts.

Cities and towns on the map would be nice. Perhaps showing fortifications as well.
 
As a cynical aside, I highly doubt any of the maps provided are accurate, pray tell me where they would get the sources from... I'm guessing second hand accounts some years remote from the event, all distilled from an oral tradition which tended to skim over the truth for the sake of a good story and finally copied down for a Saints Life, or written by Bede, or by someone else far removed from the events.

I'm also not going to go into the difficulties of making reliable maps when habbitable places are often a day apart with a road (sorry poorly cleared rutted muddy hell hole) wending from place to place. In reality the control of most of these "Kingdoms" was a town the rest were held by family or nobleman who happened to have some pressing reason for loyalty to the King normally not being killed. And many of these nobleman (sorry mini Tyrants) changed sides or were related to just about everyone on the opposing side... borders as such don't really matter. If anything they are just there as a guide.

I do however concur with Silver and will lend a hand finding something to use as a guide. I do think I have something of use.
 
Gwynedd checking in. Orders will come later it's 1:30 A.M. right now.
 
If Rheged is correct on the first map, then I am missing quite a bit of territory. I should stretch southern Scotland to northern Wales.

Yeah, i'd spotted that.. i'll ammend it.
 
Me checking in as Dal Riada.

Very nice rules and stuffs! One question though - who or what exactly is the blue country in central scotland, to my east? I see Fib listed but assuming that's the red country on the east coast.

Who? What? :mischief: (They were an error that has now collapsed into barbarianism
 
I've got similar questions.

The red nation should be me (Lothian) as they historically held the area around Din Ediyn (Edinburgh) and that is the area of the OTL current area of East central and west Lothian.

However I think it is really needed to put a named game map up there or else I cant send orders. The map is overall kinda sloppy imo no offense just my thoughts.

Scotland is kinda sloppy I must admit.. tho this is mostly because there is no reliable resources for Scotland in this era.

I am fixing it I hope. I'd mixed up Fib's (Fife) borders
 
The Coronation of Aldfrith of Lindsey



The forest was, at this time of year, bright and grey not alike the colour of the clover, but instead resembled stones. The rain fell, with the trees just barely being alive, and the spring was coming. Small flowers popped up from the muddy soil while a small fox ran in between the trees, hunting. And out of a sudden, it stood still, looking at something appearing on the nearby path; and it fled, hiding in the bushes of the woods.

A small band of men walked steadfast on the path, moving between these trees. They counted seven, two being dressed in fine fur coats and dyed hats, and five being armed with wooden shields and weapons. The group marched, the two fur-dressed personages speaking loudly to each other, appearantly in a very excited discussion. One of them was a tall, skinny man with bright eyes, a large nose and long hair, the other one was more chubby, a medium-sized, muscular person with a short unruly haircut and dyed leggings. The tall one exclaimed with a long pause afterwards:

"They almost took away my daughter because of the depts I owe them. I have no goods to give them anymore. I wish that the king would soon do something about those vile brigands."
"Well," the chubby man answered, "I think that is also why we have been called for the meeting, I believe he has apologies for the treatment he have given us." He looked towards the sky and then looked down to his feet. "The rain will stop soon."
"Dear friend, I don not think that the king has plans regarding those bastards," the tall one said, "They are not even his house, those Géankin."
"What do you mean, Fritswel?"
"Well, when they came to me, they said that the king had become too old to rule and that the lord of Melbiery should be declared the next king. I do not like him, apologies to Medbrynth, but he is a bit rude. King Eldwron is at least polite, and remember that he has always supported our interests."
"But they was very clear to me that they were under the rule of Eldwron?" the chubby man said.
"Well, that is what they say at first," tall Fritswel answered, "But as they have been at my keep many times during the winter, drinking my dear wine, I managed to speak with a young soldier, drunk as he was. He said that they were in the employment of Gearth of Melbiery, not the king."
"Excuse me, my lords, but we are at Linnus Keep," one of their guards said.

In the distance, a small stronghold of stone could be spotted. The tall Fritswel and his chubby friend stood for a minute, then proceeded to the hold of their king Eldwron. The last steps were not as difficult as the first ones, as there was a clearance in the area of the keep. The mud was cooling their feet still, and Fritswel sneezed.

The dark halls of the keep were lit by torches hanging on the stone walls. Several people sat in the hall, on chairs surrounding a large rectangular table, with food and drinks ahead of them. The darkness was not that blinding though, both Fritswel and his friend could see the shocking sight in the other side of the room: a wooden coffin lied there, presenting the corpse of their great king Eldwron. Beside it, his son Aldfrith was standing, looking at the newcomers to the castle. Aldfrith spoke:

"Finally you have made it here, my friends. Everone, these are Fritswel of Ledelsawn and Kurt of Beorsogna. Please take your seats, gentlemen."
Fritswel and Kurt sat down on the chairs, awaiting further notations - now they knew why they were called to the court. The king was dead. Kurt took his cup and drank a sip of wine.
"I guess you have all wondered why I have called such a hasty meeting to the royal court, dear sirs," Aldfrith said, "And I presume that all of you have, as well, decided that it was because of my father, the king's, death when you saw his silent coffin behind me. Both are true, and we have the task to elect our next king today, but that is not our sole purpose."
The lords around the table nod, some were paying the prince all of their attention, whilst one picked his nose.
"Well, I guess you have all heard, and felt, the raids and robberies of sudden extra taxations from my father, his soldiers stealing from your homes," Aldfrith continued, with several of the lords becoming dangerously silent, and some growled a bit. One of them stood forth and roared at Aldfrith:
"He has had no rights whatsoever to do these robberies of our coffers! His so-called 'rule' has no boon except for himself!"
Aldfrith looked at the man, shaking his head.
"No, he had no right to do these things. I have examined the situation though, and I know one thing, at least: He did not pay these soldiers. Our coffers have stayed the same size throughout the winter, in which these raids happened. And I do also know that my father was poisoned, he did not die in peace."
The whole lordship of Lindsey looked at Aldfrith now; the previously roaring lord had his eyes wide open, his jaw was dropped.
"Our maid fed our hound with the leftovers from his last meal, and it passed away as well. We therefore know that somebody is reaching for the throne. And I know who."
The standing lord took a couple of steps backwards, away from the prince - his face was sweaty. "He is a liar!"

Aldfrith's face was red with rage as he drew a heavy axe. The crowd cheered; Kurt and Fritswel yelled at the standing lord. The lord Gearth of Melbiery began running toward the exit. "Briarn!" Aldfrith yelled, and a heavy man appeared in the doorway, clubbing down the lord with an iron mace. Aldfrith jumped over the table, and as the crowd cheered, he roaringly found the lying body of Gearth, and began chopping it with his axe. With the blood still being on his weapon, he rose and looked at the lords: "Now, my friends, who is the new king?"

The applause was almost without end. The lords of the table were happy that the source of the brigands were finally found and taken care of - the ruler should be strong, and strong Aldfrith was. He was named king of Lindsey in the name of the god of the sun, Illyn, like his father was.
 
I was banned by mom. Sorry about that. It looks fun! Please hold my spot because I will be banned for about 4 more days. I am licking my chops to start playing but can't until I looked over everything!
 
Good show, wondered what had happened to you. You are behind on tech, but you rolled a pretty good army size. Deadline for orders is MONDAY. Will you be able to make that?
 
Please, for the-love-of-god, follow this:

1.Your PM will be titled: AbNESIV Orders: "Your Nation Name"
2.You will quote your STATS
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Abaddon,say I research a tech and then complete it this turn. May I start another one this turn?
 
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