Gilder
Deity
Civ: France
Size: Standard
Landform: Continents
Water: 60%
Barbarians: None
Opponents: Random
Climate: Wet
Age: 5 Billion?
Difficulty: Regent
Charlemagne sat on his throne; the crown of France, signifying the despots supreme power was on his head, tilted. His royal garb, a crimson robe and golden sash were wrinkled, stressed. A crystal orb, another relic of his house rested in his lap, dulled. Charlemagnes appearance greatly reflected his mood.
How long had it been since the last war with Rome in the east? Barely ten years had gone by before the aggressive Julius Caesar invaded France. The Roman ruler still held a grudge against Charlemagne for conquering the city of Rome and demanding Neapolis as war reparations.
His expression was grim, his eyes upon the orb. The heir to France had been slain in a sneak attack on the now-French city of Rome. Caesar was desperate to snatch back his old capital. So now, the line of the Carolingians would end with him. His sister had a son, whose name was Charles as well. It would have to do. For Charles the Bald, Emperor Charlemagne among the people, was widowed. His wife died giving birth to his son, and so the aging Emperor was grieved.
The doors to the throne room opened and a messenger stepped inside.
Julius Caesar has sent his reply my lord, said the messenger.
Charlemagne raised his head. And? the ruler of France pressed. Will he consort for some sort of peace treaty?
Nay, Emperor Charlemagne, answered the messenger. Not on reasonable terms. If we were to make peace, we were to return all old Roman lands, the majority of our own, and all knowledge we have.
Charlemagne smiled slightly. I suppose Alain told him no?
The messenger nodded. Yes, your foreign advisor declined it, and swore several times at Caesars name. He is busy with other affairs at the moment, meeting with a new country called Germany.
The Emperor grunted. Good, summon Geoffori, it is time to marshal our defenses. I know some of the southern cities are weak, train more archers and horsemen cavalry. Tell my servant to bring me my mail and brand. He straightened his crown and wiped the Orb on his robes. Charlemagne is back to where he belongs. War.
Not entirely advisable sir, a new man entered through the doors, young, but still looking very competent.
Geoffori, just the man I wanted to see, Charlemagne stood and clapped the man on the back. Although not for those reasons you stated.
Youre getting too old, sire, the commander of Frances armies said bluntly. If you were to die now, who would lead the empire? Your nephew, the next Charles in line? He is but a few years old. He has not even lived for a decade, and now you are naming him the lordship of an Empire. Have you not sued for peace?
Aye, I have. But Caesar and I have old hatreds that run dim in my mind, but not in his. His anger is still fresh from the humiliation Rome suffered ten years ago. I will lead a charge on the town of Lugdunum. It will show old Julius the Rat who is boss: strength and tactics, not pride and folly. After that, maybe his heart will have softened.
And if you do not come back?
The young Charles is now my heir Geoffori. There is no changing that now, as I have no young kin left. If I fall on the fields of Rome, then let my sister rule as regent for a maximum of sixty seasons. If at any period of time the true heir of Charlemagne wishes to claim his lordship, the Crown, and the Orb, then my good sister must yield to his son.
As you wish Emperor, though the people may be hardened against a female regent, said Geoffori. I will go rouse the archers and horsemen cavalry asleep in the barracks. He exited.
Now messenger, said Charlemagne. Come get your next task! I need you to station yourself in Rome, and wait to accompany Alain to sue for pardon. You expect to wait only a few months, if Caesar does not wish to lay siege to his old holdings.
The messenger nodded and left. Charlemagne, expander of France and Emperor of the French, sat back down on his throne; he was off to war again.
Size: Standard
Landform: Continents
Water: 60%
Barbarians: None
Opponents: Random
Climate: Wet
Age: 5 Billion?
Difficulty: Regent
Charlemagne sat on his throne; the crown of France, signifying the despots supreme power was on his head, tilted. His royal garb, a crimson robe and golden sash were wrinkled, stressed. A crystal orb, another relic of his house rested in his lap, dulled. Charlemagnes appearance greatly reflected his mood.
How long had it been since the last war with Rome in the east? Barely ten years had gone by before the aggressive Julius Caesar invaded France. The Roman ruler still held a grudge against Charlemagne for conquering the city of Rome and demanding Neapolis as war reparations.
His expression was grim, his eyes upon the orb. The heir to France had been slain in a sneak attack on the now-French city of Rome. Caesar was desperate to snatch back his old capital. So now, the line of the Carolingians would end with him. His sister had a son, whose name was Charles as well. It would have to do. For Charles the Bald, Emperor Charlemagne among the people, was widowed. His wife died giving birth to his son, and so the aging Emperor was grieved.
The doors to the throne room opened and a messenger stepped inside.
Julius Caesar has sent his reply my lord, said the messenger.
Charlemagne raised his head. And? the ruler of France pressed. Will he consort for some sort of peace treaty?
Nay, Emperor Charlemagne, answered the messenger. Not on reasonable terms. If we were to make peace, we were to return all old Roman lands, the majority of our own, and all knowledge we have.
Charlemagne smiled slightly. I suppose Alain told him no?
The messenger nodded. Yes, your foreign advisor declined it, and swore several times at Caesars name. He is busy with other affairs at the moment, meeting with a new country called Germany.
The Emperor grunted. Good, summon Geoffori, it is time to marshal our defenses. I know some of the southern cities are weak, train more archers and horsemen cavalry. Tell my servant to bring me my mail and brand. He straightened his crown and wiped the Orb on his robes. Charlemagne is back to where he belongs. War.
Not entirely advisable sir, a new man entered through the doors, young, but still looking very competent.
Geoffori, just the man I wanted to see, Charlemagne stood and clapped the man on the back. Although not for those reasons you stated.
Youre getting too old, sire, the commander of Frances armies said bluntly. If you were to die now, who would lead the empire? Your nephew, the next Charles in line? He is but a few years old. He has not even lived for a decade, and now you are naming him the lordship of an Empire. Have you not sued for peace?
Aye, I have. But Caesar and I have old hatreds that run dim in my mind, but not in his. His anger is still fresh from the humiliation Rome suffered ten years ago. I will lead a charge on the town of Lugdunum. It will show old Julius the Rat who is boss: strength and tactics, not pride and folly. After that, maybe his heart will have softened.
And if you do not come back?
The young Charles is now my heir Geoffori. There is no changing that now, as I have no young kin left. If I fall on the fields of Rome, then let my sister rule as regent for a maximum of sixty seasons. If at any period of time the true heir of Charlemagne wishes to claim his lordship, the Crown, and the Orb, then my good sister must yield to his son.
As you wish Emperor, though the people may be hardened against a female regent, said Geoffori. I will go rouse the archers and horsemen cavalry asleep in the barracks. He exited.
Now messenger, said Charlemagne. Come get your next task! I need you to station yourself in Rome, and wait to accompany Alain to sue for pardon. You expect to wait only a few months, if Caesar does not wish to lay siege to his old holdings.
The messenger nodded and left. Charlemagne, expander of France and Emperor of the French, sat back down on his throne; he was off to war again.