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How are you going to pick the vaegir lord, randomise or selction or have you already picked?

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Good question, but I can't tell you! That is part of the story. 

Part 1 is completed!

What do you think?

Part 1

Mechin is a poor Nord village without a single notable feature. It does lie just across the Vaegir and Swadian border, however, and therefore receives a good deal of interest which it scarcely deserves. The people of Mechin are often visited by a Nord Lord who promptly conscripts the villages young men and heads off to campaign. Shortly thereafter, his Vaegir or Swadian counterpart is just as likely to arrive and loot the village. It is under these conditions in this poor Nord village that Erik was born.

When villagers from Jelbegi say that Mechin is a village of bastards they are not just being mean. The number of births in Mechin tends to fluctuate dramatically depending on whether an army passed by the year before. Erik was conceived on a night a raiding party of Swadian Men at Arms took up residence in the village. He was born to a girl of hardly 14.

At the age of eleven, Erik endured the first major calamity of his life. A Vaegir raiding party descended on the Mechin and thoroughly pillaged it. Known for his wanton cruelty, the captain of the raiding party put the whole village to the sword. Those who resisted with pitchforks were hacked to pits with swords. The skulls of the old were smashed, babies were lit on fire and filled with arrows, and Erik's mother ravaged by countless raiders was tied to a horse and dragged off as the raiders left the village. Little Erik, trembling, saw it all whilst hidden between the panels of his family's thatched roof.

When he left the charred and bloody ruin of a village the next morning, Erik vowed never to return until he had avenged his mother's death and the destruction of his home. Yet the pressing concerns of nourishment and shelter quickly came to dominate the thinking of his young mind. He became a beggar. And a thief. He managed to both sustain himself and stay ahead of the law, but his life was hard. The savage world he inhabited imposed a fanatical discipline on him. In order to avoid marauding gangs and raiders, he had to tread carefully and be ever alert. In order to avoid the law he had to remain unknown wherever he went. As time went on he became ever more cruel and ever more calculating.

By 19, Erik had become a force to be reckoned with. Solidly built and taller than most, he won fights with brawn not brains. Often he would defeat better fighters because they simply could not resist the strength of his relentless blows. Erik was aware of his strength and grew to enjoy pounding those weaker than he. Erik also came to believe that he was now strong enough to renew his quest for vengeance. The search for the captain of that Vaegir raiding party began.

Great ideas! I would love to see more depth in the fief management area. I very much hope that we see some of these changes!

Here is an idea to throw out there. Why not make it possible to capture villages like castles and towns are captured? Give invaders the option to loot or capture the place.

Hello. I really like your mod, but have one complaint. I have found it impossible to play on the western edges of the map (i.e. around the Santigans and the Rhodokians) due to the fact that the camera can not move far enough over there. My party can walk to those places but I can not the camera does not follow it nor can I zoom it over there. This is not a terrible problem as the game mod is still playable and really fun, but it just made me not want to and so not venture over into those territories.

Chapter I: Laurent of the Eight Petaled Rose

Eight Springs had passed since the fateful day of his grandfather's death. Laurent was now 23 years old and a man. Over his years in exodus he had come to learn first hand the harsh reality of life in Calradia. In the weeks that followed his grandfather's death he had wandered about aimlessly around the western Laurian plains before being captured by a band of Laurian deserters. These deserters were cruel men who took pleasure in tormenting the boy. Eventually, they sold him to a local ransom broker who in turn sold him into slavery to Lord Deglan of Swadia. One of Deglan's villages, Chide, had recently been raided and he was in the process of purchasing serfs to repopulate the settlement. So for the next few years Laurent found himself under the watchful eye of Deglan's guards while he was forced to do backbreaking labor in the grain fields. Despite the hardship of the ordeal, the experience made Laurent strong both in mind and body. As the muscles of his body hardened due to the long ours of strenuous work so too did his mind harden to his plight. He no longer felt any self-pity and instead developed the resolve to endure what he must until he could escape this wretched place.

On one summer day he found his chance. While out in the field, Laurent noticed that just as one of the guards had taken a short break to answer the call of nature the other guard had dozed off. The system the guards employed was that at any one time two guards would be on duty and, if there was a problem, one of those two would sound a horn which would alert the other, off duty guards to come and help them. As a result, Laurent knew that if he were to capitalize on this moment he would have to act fast. He alerted another man who was nearby, his friend Jeremus (whose story is also one worth telling, but suffice it to say that Jeremus was once a physician of Lord Deglan until Deglan decided that he thought Jeremus was a fraud and so sent him to the fields), and the two took action. Both men picked up pitchforks and headed over to the sleeping guard. Jeremus held a sack over the man's head while Laurent stabbed him repeatedly with the pitchfork. Once the man was dead the two looked around and noticed that no on in the fields, nor the other guard had noticed a thing. Laurent then took the dead guard's sword and, with Jeremus took off after the second guard. When they saw him he was almost back to his post and, realizing the danger he was in, began to sprint for it so as to reach his horn. Long hours of sitting about as a guard however had left the man rather unatheletic however and so he was no match for Laurent who caught him a mere 5 paces away from the horn. Laurent stabbed him through his middle and then Jeremus stabbed him in the neck and so he was dead before he could make a sound. After this Laurent and Jeremus sneaked off to the stables where they stole two horses and were off. They rode North into Laurian country, which was at war with the Swadians at the time and so would be a place where Lord Deglan and his men would be unable to find them.

At the time of his escape Laurent was 20 and would spend the next 3 years of his life struggling to survive and remain free alongside his companion Jeremus. This required a lot of fighting and a lot of working for Guildmaster's and Mercenary Captains for little pay, but during this time Laurent became a seasoned warrior and excellent swordsman.



However...

WORK IN PROGRESS

Introduction

"There was a time, long ago, before the first tenets of the Filaharn faith were first whispered and before the Empire of Swadia was known as "Holy" when the gods meant more to the people of Calradia than just those whose wrath was to be feared and whose bestowal of divine right determined the Kings of these lands. So it was that in the days of yesteryear that the gods were seen as forces of good and renewal in the land rather than, through the incessant wars of their chosen King's, the scourge of it. The men of those days who fought with the symbols of the Gods on their armor fought so that they and their own may live in peace not, as it is today, so that they may plunder a countryside killing its men and robbing its women of their virtue. It is hard to believe, my boy, I know; but you know me and know that I would tell you a lie. In those bygone days, now mostly forgotten by the people's of our land, Calradians worshiped a different Pantheon. Back then we paid homage to the eight gods of the Elan Vital, those eight exponents of the vital force which nourishes us in life and which we return to in death, were enough for men in those times. Gods such as Sophia, goddess of wisdom, and Helionas, god of light were enough for Calradians back then, and I tell you my boy that in those times Calradia was a peace and flourished! But those days are long gone and men worship new gods now. Though we can still have hope. Hope that one day a champion of the old ways will arise in Calradia and that by the blade of his sword the factions of Calradia will be laid low and that by the power of his vision and the strength of his arms the ancient Capital of Arete be rebuilt! And that the Sacred Garden of the Eight Petaled Rose be reestablished; one petal for each of the eight gods, one flower for the one Elan Vital! Oh, but such is a fool's hope. Who will lead us in these days of despair? Who knows of the old ways anymore? I learned of them from my grandfather who himself learned of them from his grandfather before him and so on for I do not know how long. So now I tell you these stories my boy and pass on to you this fool's hope for a return to the better days now long gone by. Maybe it is not just a fool's hope, by I fear that it is. I admit that I doubt that we or our posterity will ever see peace in this land and feel as though Calradia will remain in a constant state of war for as long as men call it their home."

And such was the story Pascal of Erfurt would tell his young grandson Laurent on late nights after having a little more ale than usual at the tavern. Pascal's story was laughed at by most in his village, but to Laurent, whose parents had perished shortly after his birth, the words of his grandfather were the absolute truth. Laurent began to dream, as young boys do, of becoming the champion of the old ways who his grandfather hoped for. Whenever he could he would challenge the other boys in his village to duels with wooden swords and would call himself "Laurent of the Eight Petaled Rose" and "Defender of the Elan Vital". The other boys of Erfurt all took him to be quite odd as a result and so would often gang up on him in their play fights. The experience of consistently fighting solo against a much larger group turned Laurent into the most skilled swordsman among the boys. Yet, this caused the other boys to resent him even more and so Laurent spent the majority of his youth as a loner always waiting for and relishing those late nights when his grandfather, his only true friend, would come home and tell him the story of the old ways.

On one gloomy and rainy night in the beginning of spring, Laurent's grandfather did not arrive home at his usual or even later than usual time. Naturally, Laurent was very worried and was unable to fall asleep that night. He sat up all night looking out the only window in his grandfather's small hovel at Erfurt's one street. At around dawn, he heard the clattering hooves of horses a ways off in the distance and a few minutes later five Imperial Horsemen rode into the village with a sixth horse carrying what seemed to be a person sized lump. The leader of the Horsemen called out for everyone in the village to assemble saying "By the authority of the laws of the Imperial State, I hereby come to carry out the punishment of one Pascal of Erfurt for treason and order all those present here in Erfurt who lived along side him to gather around outside and view the spectacle!"With that the Horsemen dismounted and took down the person sized lump from the sixth horse. Laurent could see clearly now in the growing light of day that this lump was in fact his grandfather. He would learn later that last night was one of those on which his grandfather had had more to drink that usual, but this time that he had begun his story of the old ways before he arrived home. One of the people who heard Pascal's story, however, was an officer in the army of the Imperial State who considered Pascal's explicit desire for the factions, of which the Imperial State was one, of Calradia to be "laid low" to be treasonous. The punishment of for treason of course was immolation.

The now dismounted horsemen tied what was a quite badly beaten yet still clearly conscious Pascal to a tree near the center of the village around which most of the villagers had now gathered. Laurent was glued to the window. Unable to move, to speak or to do anything, he stayed frozen in his position watching what was to be his Grandfather's final moments. None of the villagers had really cared for Pascal or Laurent and were quite happy to have this little bit of excitement added to their day. Once he was fully tied to the tree in the center of the village, Pascal looked up and said to the onlookers, "Shame on you, on whom I have never inflicted the least bit of harm, that you should now forsake me for such a trifle. I have never lifted my hand against any of you and now I am to be burned! Have you no mercy!" Two of the horsemen began pouring cheap brandy over Pascal while another laid some straw around his feet. Pascal, his voice now breaking between words, cried, "Fideis, goddess of mercy, will you not save me! I beg of you protect me in my our of need!" The leader of the horsemen lit a torch and said, "All those who would undermine the Imperial State deserve the most cruel of punishments. I now shall serve this man his." He then began to walk toward Pascal.

Laurent could not believe his eyes. Everything he had ever loved was now about to be destroyed and he could do nothing. He could not even move. It was now his sixteenth Spring and so he was almost a man he thought, yet he could do nothing. It was as though he was paralyzed with his eyes fixed on his grandfather. At that moment, Pascal's eyes met his grandson's right as the leader of the horsemen laid down his torch at the base of the straw. Pascal then, making barely a sound, mouthed the following words to his grandson "Grandson, become the champion of the old ways and reestablish the sacred garden. Through your victory you will avenge me. Go now, do not watch this." How he could understand what his grandfather had said he did not know, but Laurent heard every word. As if a curse had been lifted he could now move, and could feel his legs carrying him out the back door of his grandfather's hovel and away from the village. As he ran he could hear the jeers of the villagers at this grandfather and then, as the flames slowly grew, he could hear his grandfather's screams of agony. As long as he lived he would never forget those sounds. And so he ran and he ran and did not look back.



By the time Laurent could run no longer it was night fall and he collapsed near the bridge separating the territory of the Imperial State from that of the Laurian Empire. He could go on no longer and so found a dry bank under that bridge where he laid down to rest. His cheeks were stained by the hot tears of sadness and guilt. Was it not his fault that his grandfather had died, he thought, as had he been more courageous he could have fought those men and rescued his grandfather. Such thoughts accompanied by the pain of losing the only person whom he had ever cared for and who had ever cared for him swirled through his head before finally being extinguished by the onset of sleep.

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great aar i enjoy reading these.

one thing though i cant see the pictures you might have to re size them or format them or something.

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Sorry the pictures don't work for you. I don't understand why that is as they look fine on my browser. Odd...

Thanks for the comment though, I am glad you liked it!

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Wait theres pictures? I don't see anytrace of them at all. May want to try uploading to photobucket and using the board link it generates for you.

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nah i got them to come up right click on the lil red x's where they should be go to properties get the link go to the link press back and its there.

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I mean i don't even see the red x's, I'm using firefox.

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This is very weird! I can no longer see the pictures that I posted either... In the future I will just use photobucket which, hopefully, will be better.

Is there an official spot for AARs? I have not seen any other ones posted anywhere.

Thanks for the compliments but I am sorry that the pictures are not showing up well... Next time I make one I will try for photobucket so that it works better.

One question. Do you guys think that I should make a longer AAR with this character or do a totally new one?

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great aar i enjoy reading these.

one thing though i cant see the pictures you might have to re size them or format them or something.

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Sorry the pictures don't work for you. I don't understand why that is as they look fine on my browser. Odd...

Thanks for the comment though, I am glad you liked it!