Chris41336
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Considering all the complaints about Civ V, I wanted to make an AAR that shows its really not that much worse than any other Civ, and in some ways alot better (also happens to be my first REAL CiV V game after the initial figuring stuff out).
Rise of the Ottomans
Part 1: Sins of Our Fathers
As I stood before those advisors and nobles, all of whom had been pivotal in forming my father's Empire, I couldn't help but feel intimidated - a feeling nearly mitigated by the simple fact that I was about to ascend to the throne in my father's place. I was about to become what could arguably the most powerful position in the world.
Sultan Selim II, I thought to myself. I like the sound of it.
My father's Empire was vast, and Ottoman was a name that echoed through the halls of our enemies in a sinister, ghostly manner - they knew we were watching them. They knew our power.
We were not always this strong. No, not by a longshot.
I remember when I was a boy, we were but a small Empire of three cities. I was in school, and I was frequently taught of different lands that were much more expansive than our own. My father, a new leader at the time, was wise in his choice in allies. He allied with the great Askia to the north, as well as Napoleon of the French to our east. Considering to the south there was nothing more than Barbarians and a single city-state, having both of our sides covered seemed to my father at the time the best choice for a small empire like our own.
I remember I was a teenager when I heard word of our first war. I was fighting Barbarians in the south with my regiment of horsemen when a messenger arrived telling us that Napoleon had requested my father's hand in battle against Julius Caesar of the Roman Empire. I remember thinking that I had heard much about Rome, but they were a distant empire, and my father's choice to declare war was surely nothing more than political. Or so I thought.
It was not more than a fortnight when I had recieved another message telling me to withdraw from my battles with the barbarians in the south and head east.
Your father wishes to actively participate in the war, the messenger said. You and your regiment must move towards Cumae in the northeast. I have brought you the map of the Roman Empire for your aid.
Although I was confused at my father's moves, I couldn't help but feel excited at the prospect of being a part of the glorious Ottoman armies as we siezed Cumae from the Roman Empire alongside our allies the French. It was a long and arduous journey, and by the time we reached Cumae and rendezvoued with our fellow Ottoman swordsman, we found it nearly undefeneded, as the Romans had been preoccupied with the French . They hadn't expected our active participation. The cities archers put up a valiant fight - worthy of respect - as we breached the walls and stormed the streets. It took a month of intense fighting within the city before we raised the flag over the castle and could claim it as our own.
I was ready to press on - I was young and energetic, ready to take on any challenge. When I heard that my father himself had arrived at Cumae, I was shocked - even moreseo when he declared the war over. Angry, I stormed into my father's room demanding to know why he took my opportunity for glory away. With a warm confidence, he explained to me the situation on the field, and that we had lost far more men than I had realized and Napoleon was preparing to make peace. After that day, I never again questioned my father's judgement. Surely, he was wiser than me.
Which is why when my father asked me if I felt it wise to declare war on Caesar again several years later, this time without the help of Napoleon, I felt it was the best decision. We had a much larger army, and Rome had not been able to fully rebuild. I spearheaded the assault with my horsemen regiment, followed by legions of swordsmen and spearmen. We took two small cities north of Cumae within weeks - they were nearly undefended and were basically border cities. My father thought it best to allow the Roman governers to continue managing them directly - we couldn't spare to leave troops incase of an insurrection, and with a Roman governer the people were less likely to revolt as many may not realize they had been siezed.
Antium was our goal. And I would have it be my prize. Sitting directly next to rome, there was but one field between the two, with a mountain range to the north and wetlands to the south. If we could hold Antium, it's defense would be simple, and an attack on Rome would undoubtedly soon follow. As we defeated the Roman Legions surrounding Antium, word that Napoleon had entered the war disheartened me. He had came for the jackal's share, knowing that Rome was losing the war. My father, however, thought it best to maintain our relationship. And I agreed.
Antium's walls fell on March 3rd, 1016 AD. The Roman governer surrendered to us four days later on March 7th. My father allowed him continue to govern Antium as a puppet, but unlike the northern cities, our military remained present there due to it's proximity to the prize: Rome.
As French swordsman occupied the legions of Roman Pikemen, we plotted the attack on Rome. Our plans were nearly shattered when a messenger reported a devastating sight in the north - a Roman unit posessing firearms unlike anything we had ever seen. He called them Musketmen. My father seemed very concerned, but i was unsure what to think. We decided it best to take Rome before the unit could arrive. I would lead the assault, while a few regiments went north to distract the Musketmen.
In a matter of weeks, Rome had fallen, but it came at a great cost, including a wound I incurred myself. Caesar's aides had fled before our arrival into the heart of the city, but Caesar himself stayed, a move my father greatly admired. He allowed Caesar to live and had him brought to another Roman city to live and fight another day. Caesar begrudgingly agreed - he had no choice. I remember as I saw the Ottoman flag hanging over Rome the joy it brought to my heart. The sheer patriotism I felt, even being so far from home, was enough to make me understand that when I led this great nation, I would have to lead it to glory.
My father soon made peace with the Roman Empire for the second time, allowing Caesar to keep his holdings north of Rome, them being insignificant. Napoleon, however, showed no sign of relenting his attack and asked my father for open borders. He agreed, wanting to appease Napoleon the best he could. By this point, my father had grown weak and weary - his advisors were taking more and more control of the Empire each day. Unfortunately, I did not trust their judgement as much as my father's.
(to be continued and pics to be added later in the story - this is all background from before when I am showing you guys the gameplay. With som added narritive, of course
)
Rise of the Ottomans
Part 1: Sins of Our Fathers
As I stood before those advisors and nobles, all of whom had been pivotal in forming my father's Empire, I couldn't help but feel intimidated - a feeling nearly mitigated by the simple fact that I was about to ascend to the throne in my father's place. I was about to become what could arguably the most powerful position in the world.
Sultan Selim II, I thought to myself. I like the sound of it.
My father's Empire was vast, and Ottoman was a name that echoed through the halls of our enemies in a sinister, ghostly manner - they knew we were watching them. They knew our power.
We were not always this strong. No, not by a longshot.
I remember when I was a boy, we were but a small Empire of three cities. I was in school, and I was frequently taught of different lands that were much more expansive than our own. My father, a new leader at the time, was wise in his choice in allies. He allied with the great Askia to the north, as well as Napoleon of the French to our east. Considering to the south there was nothing more than Barbarians and a single city-state, having both of our sides covered seemed to my father at the time the best choice for a small empire like our own.
I remember I was a teenager when I heard word of our first war. I was fighting Barbarians in the south with my regiment of horsemen when a messenger arrived telling us that Napoleon had requested my father's hand in battle against Julius Caesar of the Roman Empire. I remember thinking that I had heard much about Rome, but they were a distant empire, and my father's choice to declare war was surely nothing more than political. Or so I thought.
It was not more than a fortnight when I had recieved another message telling me to withdraw from my battles with the barbarians in the south and head east.
Your father wishes to actively participate in the war, the messenger said. You and your regiment must move towards Cumae in the northeast. I have brought you the map of the Roman Empire for your aid.
Although I was confused at my father's moves, I couldn't help but feel excited at the prospect of being a part of the glorious Ottoman armies as we siezed Cumae from the Roman Empire alongside our allies the French. It was a long and arduous journey, and by the time we reached Cumae and rendezvoued with our fellow Ottoman swordsman, we found it nearly undefeneded, as the Romans had been preoccupied with the French . They hadn't expected our active participation. The cities archers put up a valiant fight - worthy of respect - as we breached the walls and stormed the streets. It took a month of intense fighting within the city before we raised the flag over the castle and could claim it as our own.
I was ready to press on - I was young and energetic, ready to take on any challenge. When I heard that my father himself had arrived at Cumae, I was shocked - even moreseo when he declared the war over. Angry, I stormed into my father's room demanding to know why he took my opportunity for glory away. With a warm confidence, he explained to me the situation on the field, and that we had lost far more men than I had realized and Napoleon was preparing to make peace. After that day, I never again questioned my father's judgement. Surely, he was wiser than me.
Which is why when my father asked me if I felt it wise to declare war on Caesar again several years later, this time without the help of Napoleon, I felt it was the best decision. We had a much larger army, and Rome had not been able to fully rebuild. I spearheaded the assault with my horsemen regiment, followed by legions of swordsmen and spearmen. We took two small cities north of Cumae within weeks - they were nearly undefended and were basically border cities. My father thought it best to allow the Roman governers to continue managing them directly - we couldn't spare to leave troops incase of an insurrection, and with a Roman governer the people were less likely to revolt as many may not realize they had been siezed.
Antium was our goal. And I would have it be my prize. Sitting directly next to rome, there was but one field between the two, with a mountain range to the north and wetlands to the south. If we could hold Antium, it's defense would be simple, and an attack on Rome would undoubtedly soon follow. As we defeated the Roman Legions surrounding Antium, word that Napoleon had entered the war disheartened me. He had came for the jackal's share, knowing that Rome was losing the war. My father, however, thought it best to maintain our relationship. And I agreed.
Antium's walls fell on March 3rd, 1016 AD. The Roman governer surrendered to us four days later on March 7th. My father allowed him continue to govern Antium as a puppet, but unlike the northern cities, our military remained present there due to it's proximity to the prize: Rome.
As French swordsman occupied the legions of Roman Pikemen, we plotted the attack on Rome. Our plans were nearly shattered when a messenger reported a devastating sight in the north - a Roman unit posessing firearms unlike anything we had ever seen. He called them Musketmen. My father seemed very concerned, but i was unsure what to think. We decided it best to take Rome before the unit could arrive. I would lead the assault, while a few regiments went north to distract the Musketmen.
In a matter of weeks, Rome had fallen, but it came at a great cost, including a wound I incurred myself. Caesar's aides had fled before our arrival into the heart of the city, but Caesar himself stayed, a move my father greatly admired. He allowed Caesar to live and had him brought to another Roman city to live and fight another day. Caesar begrudgingly agreed - he had no choice. I remember as I saw the Ottoman flag hanging over Rome the joy it brought to my heart. The sheer patriotism I felt, even being so far from home, was enough to make me understand that when I led this great nation, I would have to lead it to glory.
My father soon made peace with the Roman Empire for the second time, allowing Caesar to keep his holdings north of Rome, them being insignificant. Napoleon, however, showed no sign of relenting his attack and asked my father for open borders. He agreed, wanting to appease Napoleon the best he could. By this point, my father had grown weak and weary - his advisors were taking more and more control of the Empire each day. Unfortunately, I did not trust their judgement as much as my father's.
(to be continued and pics to be added later in the story - this is all background from before when I am showing you guys the gameplay. With som added narritive, of course
)
