Ok let’s see if I can remember how all this came to pass… so much happened.
So my youngest daughter is a sickly thing. That’s going to hurt her development if it lasts long. We’ll see.
This woman Soloi came to visit, and I gave her a spot in my court, then promptly took her as my woman. She’s pretty ok looking, and she has some good thoughts on stewardship, which I am looking for in some of my kids.
While I’m doing that, I remember that my oldest daughter and my former Marshal are still imprisoned by that ■■■■■■■ Bagsecg… I suppose I should pay for their release at some point.
In the meantime I’ve been bouncing around southly raiding some moderately wealthy territory to bring my prestige back up from that disastrous campaign to subjugate Jylland.
My buddy Rurik decided he wanted a piece of De Jure England, which is way off from his main holdings, and now he’s being set upon in a holy war for his troubles, and wants my help. Thanks but no thanks, we’re way outnumbered, and I didn’t go there in the first place for a very good reason! I’ll decline.
I’ve caught a cold, or something. We’ll trust in our physician do what is necessary and nothing more. Thankfully this is the right decision, and I start to feel a bit better already. It will take some time to pass, but he assures me I will be well.
While I’m all shivering in bed, LOOK WHAT HAPPENED. I don’t even understand. Bagsecg that nutty old viking is falling apart. He’s lost his best commander who seems to have formed the Jarldom of Nordmark (which is confusing as Odin’s bright backside with the chiefdom of Nordmark to the north)… and now there’s the Jarldon of Slesvig eating up his territory too. IT’S MY LUCKY DAY. How did this happen, do we think? WELL the dummy was so happy with warding me off that he seems to have drank himself to death.
A viking killing himself via the drink. HAHAHA. Oh happy day.
The news is so good my illness departs. And my wife gets pregnant again.
Slesvig doesn’t like me, but that’s fine. We’ll get rid of them soon enough I’m sure.
My wife gives birth to another daughter, which I promptly celebrate by knocking up my concubine.
My eldest daughter seems to have become bisexual while she’s been imprisoned. Costs me 100 gold to get her out of there and back home.
Ok so a year or two goes by and we’re rampaging around Jylland taking over Ditsmarchen and playing chase the Jylland army to beat him around enough to convince him to capitulate, when my daughter comes of age. Happy day, she’s scholarly, matrilineally betrothed, and sweet, some good kids should come from this. BUT WOE IS ME. My daughter is a criminal, and so is my priest. She just got married for crying out loud, and she’s sleeping with the priest. AHHH.
!! some screens here showing me examining how badly this is going to mess up that particular branch. LOOK AT THOSE NEGATIVES !!
So while I can’t stand the criminality of this situation, letting it go unpunished is the least damaging situation here. Unfortunately, I lose a level of devotion. Thankfully, I am a pious man and will prove to the world it deserves to be recognized once again.
My mother took to her deathbed sadly, and a few months later, the siege of our capital ends in the death of my concubine Sofia. Jylland will pay.
My champions once again have a disagreement about strategy, except this time my words of wisdom are heeded (they better be, we’ve almost won this war). My prestige grows significantly. We continue to smack around the Slesvig and Jyllish (they’re allied) armies, and the glory of my names spreads further across the globe.
With our conquest of Ditmarschen complete, we are now free to create the Kingdom of Denmark. We have a claim on the remaining De Jure counties and will swipe them from Jylland in short order. While we’re at it, we form the Duchy of Holstein, and grant the title to our son.
My wife is delirious with joy apparently, that or the kids are driving her nuts, as she’s now a drunkard
Look at all those titles! Look at glorious Denmark!
My heir has come of age and is now a man in his own right. Praise be to Odin.
The only problem is our succession will result in the spread of our titles… something I am going to need to fix. Might need to murder a son or two…
