I'm a rare type of player, it would seem. Not only do I play the original M & B exclusively, but its also the native version. Always. Why? First of all, I haven't beat it, but I'll get to that later. Second of all, and this is the part where you kill me, to me Warband is not superior. Even with all the changes, I still view it as nothing more than a very, very successful old-school expansion pack. And finally, I am not a person who prefers mods to the core game.
Anyway. My campaigns have continued for hundreds of hours, not sure if I've reached a thousand (non-Steam version). I played with several avatars before but eventually I'd get bored and start over. Not with the last one.
Named him Ubiec. Like every campaign prior to this, I joined the Nords. First as a mercenary, then as a lord with fiefs and ultimately I became the marshall that got the votes every time.
Nothing unusual so far, right? Well, I'll let my creation tell of his life in his own words:
"I am Sir Ubiec, the favorite of King Ragnar! My army was "pure" Nord steel, as I was building it around Huscarls and Nord Warriors, with no archers whatsoever (Warriors and Huscarls can decapitate people on a castle wall with their throwing axes, absolutely OP). As I didn't need any other recruits but Nords, I found myself burning down entire villages of the other factions which made me very rich very fast, but I was also hated among the common folk and the rival lords. Only when I defeated a mighty lord did I take troops from other factions and most of the time they were either Rhodok Sargeants or Khergit Lancers. My losses were usually compensated with the Nord prisoners, of course, minus the archers.
Our main enemies were definitely the Rhodoks and the Swadians. The Rhodoks, being the neighbouring kingdom, took some of our castles, we took some of theirs and so on, and so on. Sieges could only be carried out with the other lords because the lack of archers meant the deaths of experienced men (Huscarls don't have shields for the most part) while the archers of my allies could return fire AND take some of the inevitable casualties themselves which would make victory even sweeter. The problem was that the Rhodok fough fanatically for every inch of land and not only would he retaliate after a lost fief, he also gathered all armies to attack on Nord soil and capture every castle all the way to the sea. I managed to capture their lands on the mountain pass and those that neighboured ours all the way to the big towns like Praven, but wars with them costed too many men and resources while gaining little in terms of land. Their kingdom remained as powerful as before, if weakened a bit.
The Swadians were another story. They didn't want Nord lands but pillaged villages and ran. In the early years of my ascension, their lords' armies ran free among our lands, started a fight or two but mainly clashed with travelling caravans or peasants. This pissed off our king, who not only destroyed their armies home (mainly by my sword), forcing them to flee in dishonor, but also started crusades against them, besieging castles as near as the Khergits. Success was on our side, as they fought with all kingdoms and rarely had time to invade. To them, Kelredan Castle was the ultimate prize. The Swadian banner flew over its walls for short perios of time, but ultimately its inhabitants remained our servants. Vaegir lands were more tempting for the Swadians which was a welcome chance for us to not think of them often. They too survived despite the odds.
The perils that we had to live through on account of the Vaegirs are... sadly my fault. You see, our kingdoms had good relations. I was respected among their lords as I helped them defeat several Swadian armies. I freed Vaegir lords from Swadian captivity on many occasions and on the battlefield we saw our common enemy fall.
One day I got bored. Peace with the enemies of ours was in force. I mobilized my army and marched to Vaegir lands. I started stealing resources from their villagers by force and their caravans were no match for my men. I tried to capture their castles across the river in the name of our King Ragnar but defeat was my mistress. The Vaegir archers were like the hand of death, as their arrows killed my men in droves before they could reach the walls and swing their axes. One castle took multiple offensives to put its defenders to never-ending sleep. Once captured for the Kingdom of Nords, the castle soon went back to its original master, since my army was too weak to keep it. The Vaegirs also managed to capture two important Nord castles neighboring their lands and I, to my shame, could not put them back where they belong - under my King's scepter. Their lords only marched together and their men were never few in number. Their fury in battle could only be matched by the atrocities I committed against the servants of the Kingdom of Vaegirs. Alas, what once was a trusted ally, quickly became another adversary we had to crush to achieve complete domination over Calradia.
These next lines I write with sadness, as not even the boldest sceptics could have predicted what would happen once they appeared. Khergits... From the far steppes they came, mounted on mighty horses. With armor that few arrows could compromise and eyes like the devil himself. Their fighting in close range could only be bested by their ability with their bow - both on the saddle and during sieges. Their men were as many as the souls lost to the Underworld - beyond count. Not a single kingdom could withstand their advance, as we were too weak because of killing each other for years. The outlanders would not be satisfied with border lands. Instead they captured the most beloved castles of their enemies, in the heart of their territory, where it hurt the most. And thanks to their many men, they could keep their new fiefs, surrounded by enemies on all sides. Their bravery on the battlefield was devastating to our morale and as they had the fastest horses in the land, they could catch whoever they wanted. I couldn't escape them myself many times and a bad head injury which can't be healed will always remind me of those barbarians. Every kingdom now has precious fiefs lost to the Khergits and their leader, Sanjar Khan, is greedy beyond comprehension and reason. If we do not unite against them, all will be lost and the good men who died in the service of Ragnar would have fallen for nothing..."
Aaand this is where the story ends, because my save got corrupted and no solution proved useful. I'm gonna start a new game soon.