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« Reply #15 on: June 20, 2013, 03:15:45 am »

This is great PTW
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« Reply #16 on: June 20, 2013, 12:54:42 pm »

Heh, I just crowned myself King of Ireland in my own game. I started in Tröndelag though and had to demand independence from the King of Sweden who controls basically the entirety of Scandinavia and the surrounding countries. Thank goodness for Old Norse rebellions. That said, I've taken the slow and less interesting routes. This is much more entertaining!
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« Reply #17 on: June 21, 2013, 09:30:00 pm »

Chapter Five: The Very Long Road To Ireland Part One - Via Scotland

Angered and frustrated by the Sudreyans, Ivar ended the wars by mopping up the remaining Earls, but Oriel and Dublin were now firmly beyond his grasp.  Although Ivar certainly had the power to subjugate Sudreyar by force now, he had other plans in mind.  He summoned his vassals to him in Ath Cliath and made it known that he intended to invade Scotland within the next two years, seizing the crown from the fat Queen Morag as an inheritance for his youngest son.  In preparation for the invasion, he began sacking her capital with raiders.

As a Norse pagan, you can announce your intention to invade non-pagan countries of between 9 to 40 counties in size.  You can only do this once in a lifetime, but after the announcement you get two years to prepare your invasion, during which adventurers and housecarls turn up at your capital in preparation for the war to come.  These troops require no upkeep and are in it purely for the gold and glory, but if you don't declare war during the two years they'll turn on your and seize your holdings instead.



In September 891 Prince Aed came of age, and he proved something of a disappointment.  Though certainly learned in the sagas, Aed possessed none of the interest his father had for learning and merely trotted the old tales out by rote.  Overall he was a terribly mediocre man.  King Aed tried to remedy this somewhat by marrying him to a promising young bride, but he held few hopes that his son could carry on his legacy successfully.

Aed's other legacy proved more hopeful.  After his long years of reign and the impressive acts of his kingship, the Norsemen in Dublin had finally begun to adopt his habits and practices.  Irish culture now extended over the whole of Ireland once more.  His years of raiding in particular had struck a chord with the populace, who now regarded him as a great viking, to be feared by foreigners everywhere.

Unfortunately, it was about this point that the years of stress finally got to King Aed and he started to go completely and utterly mad.


I neglected to capture the tooltip, but this event gets rid of stress and/or depression and replaces it with batshit insanity instead.  Aed has gone completely off the deep end.

In March 893 Aed felt he had attracted all the support he would, so he launched his ships from Dublin and made war on Queen Morag the Fat.  With her levies already wrecked from months of raiding, Morag was unable to mount sufficient defences to overcome the parties landing at every coast of Scotland.  Within a month, invaders were besieging every fort in Scotland save the mountains of Atholl, and the Scottish army was reduced to eight hundred men fled to Sudreyan Lothian.

Aed celebrated by turning into a wolf for a night and howling at the moon.  At least, as far as he was concerned.


Completely and utterly off the deep end.

The occupation of Scotland was actually a fairly straight-forward affair.  Despite one attempted incursion by the King of Deheubarth (an old foe by now), Aed's out-numbering and out-manoeuvering of Morag had already won the war before it began.  Morag surrendered in September 894 and Aed took possession of the whole of Scotland as a result.


You notice how Scotland isn't fully covered in those bars?  It isn't necessary to capture every holding in an invasion to get every holding.  If you take the county-level holding (usually a fort), the minor baronies come with it automatically when the conquest is complete.

Aed's first act as Conquerer of Scotland was to officially crown himself as King.  He immediately carved up the kingdom amongst Irish-Norse vassals of decidedly mediocre promise; when his sons inherited, the inheritance would split cleanly between kingdoms and his favoured elder son would have the advantage of a united, large personal demesne versus the weak territory of his brother.  There would be a war of succession, but it would be a war Aed could stack the odds for well in advance.


Note the direct vassals map: Scotland is neatly carved up into independent counties, all acting as rivals to one another.  Consolidating vassal levies is a pain, sure, but it limits the power of super-dukes, which is important in the future civil war.

With Scotland officially part of his demesne, Aed now had a legitimate reason beyond mere subjugation to war on Ivar's son Sigtrygg, Duke of Sudreyar and former prisoner of Aed's.  Aed sent Sigtrygg a messenger to announce his coronation and to present a fruit basket with a declaration of war.  Thus followed the usual mad scramble between neighbours to gather their troops together in time.  The only conflict of note was early during the war at Dunbarton, where King Aed lured the majority of the Sudreyan troops into a trap with some off-shore longboats, pincering them.  The war was soon resolved after that.


Note that only Inse Gall has been taken, not the whole duchy.  Good things come to those who wait.


Chapter Six: The Very Long Road To Ireland Part Two - Via England

The next stage of Aed's plan required some time to pass, so he passed it as any good Viking would; through war.  The largest threat to Aed's supremacy over Britain was the neighbouring kingdom of Jorvik, now ruled by a son of Halfdan Whiteshirt; King Gudfrid.  Aed declared his intent to subjugate the north of Aengland entirely and made war upon Gudfrid, demanding his fealty.

Once again, Aed deployed his armies in a screen across the whole of Jorvik.  The attack prompted a rebellion from the Chief of Jorvik proper (while Aed's army was camped on his doorstep) and an attempt by King Gudfrid to revoke Worcester from his vassal caused another revolt as well.

Like an Invasion, Pagans can only declare a war of subjugation once in their lifetime; so they should make them count!  Jorvik is the largest landholder I can reasonably take in a fight, so they're the target of choice.  Hence why I didn't just subjugate the Islands instead.



Mid-way through the war, King Sigtrygg met his end in an unfortunate carriage accident.  Sigtrygg, to his credit, has survived several other accidents beforehand, most of which were not even framed as accidents.  He had successfully evaded a barrage of arrows, highwaymen, poison, snakes and even the classic exploding manure trap before finally succumbing to gravity.  King Aed held a four day celebration upon his death and sent his heir a fruit basket in celebr- comissaration.

In light of the burdensome taxes levied to pay for said celebration, a deputation of burghers greeted King Aed and humbly requested a reduction in taxation.  Aed proceeded to explain to them how essential their contributions were, and how they personally were helping to make Ireland great.  The deputation left, flattered but still poor.

If your city taxes are set any higher than 'minimal', the burghers will occasionally demand you lower them.  You can refuse them outright, which is wildly unpopular, but if you have good stewardship you can bribe them (with an absurd amount of money) and if you have good diplomacy you can fob them off with excuses.  Having at least 10 diplomacy is a must for rulers, and since my taxes at set to the maximum it's pretty essential.



The war for Jorvik was resolved quickly enough, but with problems.  The new Jarl Gudfrid though now subjugate to Aed was still a powerful vassal within the realm, far more powerful than might otherwise be desired.  Furthermore it left a great deal of culturally Norse vassals in England proper.  Aed's first step to fixing this was a campaign of careful re-education.  Several of his vassals were still children, and nearly all had children, so Aed mandated that all heirs would be taken to Ath Cliath to receive education as befit their status - and in the process turn them into good little Irishmen.

To help expedite this process, Aed mandated the construction of the first ever University in Ireland to begin in Dublin.  While the aim of re-educating the heirs was mostly for hostage reasons, Aed was genuinely interested in improving the lot of Dubliners and in learning as a whole.  He gathered together skalds and wise men from across the breadth of his demesne and found housing and comforts for them in Dublin in exchange for their wisdom and instruction.

Universities are both some of the most useful and most expensive buildings, but only in the long run.  With The Old Gods' changes to the technology system, universities now not only help with the spread of knowledge but actively contribute to your research of economic technology in the capital, technology that will ultimately spread to enhance the whole of your demesne.  I'll explain technology as it is now at a later date, when we are finally ready for peacetime.


Pictured: Irish-Norse values.  Dublin may be literally nothing more than cluster of huts around a shipyard and port for the king's navies, but by Odin it'd better be able to support a nest of learning to rival the Jami'at al-Qarawiyin.

I would compare it to the universities of Oxford and Paris, except they don't exist yet!  In another victory for ahistoricity (because unifying Ireland in the ninth century wasn't enough), Dublin boasts the first university in the non-Islamic European world.  Since this university isn't based out of the Christian monastic scholarly tradition, one assumes that it literally consists of godis and skalds passing on their wisdom and debating through a mixture of oral tradition, runic works and constant insult rap-battles.


Not that Aed was ready for peace.  The Queen of Sudreyar, Sigtrygg's heir, was presently facing a revolt from the Chief of Suffolk (backed up in force by Denmark).  Aed was unwilling to allow such a dangerous force within his kingdom, so he made plans accordingly and declared his own war on the Queen.

Although not opposed to the Danish troops doing the lion's share of the work, the mutually conflicting war allowed Aed's armies to assault those Sudreyan positions held by the Chief of Suffolk, such as Norfolk.  The goal was to reduce the amount of clout Suffolk had over the Queen and prevent an early and undesirable peace.



Unfortunately the effort was unsuccessful and Chief Bertil of Suffolk became King of Sudreyar.  His reign would naturally be long-lasting and fruitful, which is why Aed sent him a commemorative fruit basket on his coronation.  That it contained a declaration of war was merely coincidental.

This time the King of Sudreyar had ample time to gather his forces before battle was finally joined.  Unfortunately for him, so did King Aed.  The first battle of the war, at Elgin, saw Bertil's forces crushed five-to-one, a feature that was to repeat several times during the war.

It was during this war of the year 900 that the mac Aed clan saw a birth and death, with the youngest member and grandson of King Aed, Gilla-Comain, coming into the world a healthy young child.  Within the year it became apparent he was a very quick young child, taking far more after his mother than his father.  It was around this time that his elder brother of four years, Aed mac Aed (mac Aed) passed away in his sleep from unknown causes.  Foul play was suspected, but the Godis suggested that Odin had other plans for the young child.

Aed, son of none, has the kinslayer trait for a reason.  There can be only one heir, and he must be the strongest there is.  Aed mac Aed had better pray neither his younger brother nor second son outshine him before Aed dies, or he might find himself short a succession.


He was weighed in the balance and found... wanting.

An interesting moment of the campaign sticks out; just as Aed was preparing to land a force of five thousand on the coast of Lincoln to wipe out the two thousand Sudreyan warriors camped around the local castle, his scouts informed him of a matching force of Wessexmen intending to cross the border themselves.  Not one to ever miss an opportunity, Aed decided to wait rather than rushing in and was rewarded by witnessing two of his rivals grind one another into the dirt.

Another point of interest was the attempted assassination by Jarl Gudfrid of York (Aed's recently subjugated vassal) of his own wife, High Chieftainess Alfhildr.  Alfhildr had actually been kept under house arrest in Ath Cliath ever since the war of subjugation, having been captured as a prisoner.  In May 900, a vagabond had attempted to sneak into the High Chieftainess' residence and knife her to death, but had been captured by the house guards.  Under torture he revealed his employer as being her own husband.  Spymistress Taileflaith urged an arrest, and as the Jarl was the most powerful vassal in the Kingdom and most likely to rebel King Aed judged it a wise course of action.

Gudfrid, catching wind of the plan, withdrew from Aed's court and demanded his independence once again as a petty king.  The act forced another war, and not one that Aed objected too strongly to fighting - he had defeated Gudfrid once, he would do it again.


Pictured: Marital strife ballooning rapidly out of control.

Aed's response to the declaration of war was what he called "The Southward Push"; he split his army in two and pushed southward from Lothian, crushing any Yorkist armies in his path.  By the time he reached the midlands Jarl Gudfrid's forces were hopelessly thinned.  After a few lightning sieges by Aed's eight thousand man army, Jarl Gudfrid accepted his fate and surrendered.

As punishment and in order to restore the balance of power, Aed began by stripping the county of Lancaster from Gudfrid.  He also restored the Jarldoms of Mercia and Northumberland, granting them to loyal vassals within those jarldoms.  This did not directly weaken Gudfrid as much as Aed had anticipated; a better action would have been to revoke his Jarldom, shattering his liege contract with his many chiefs.  Perhaps Aed wished to save this for another, more easily crushed rebellion, or perhaps he simply was unaware of the technicalities involved.  Either way, the new Jarls of Mercia and Northumberland were left with precious few lands to govern save their own.


The Southward Push.  Pretty much what it says on the tin.

901, in addition to seeing Aed turn fifty, saw the death of his bride of thirty-four years, Lairsifiona.  A faithful if occasionally frustrating wife, Lairsifiona had stood by Aed's side since the very beginning of his bloody rise to power.  Naturally, Aed almost immediately remarried for the assistance of managing his estate - although this time to a chaste Gydja in an attempt to avoid further issues of succession.


She dies within two years, but during that time advances in Legalism allow Aed to reform the law again and keep his extended demesne without needing to remarry.

In the winter of 901 Jarl Bertil surrendered the county of Argyll to King Aed.  Immediately after accepting his surrender, Aed pledged the full support of his armies to aiding Sudreyar in resisting the holy war being waged upon it by Wessex.  Although they might be rivals, the validity of the Norse pantheon was under threat and Aed felt it was a higher goal to pursue.

Aed began a campaign of looting and devastation upon Wessex, a reign of terror so destructive that the temple of Winchcombe in Gloucester was completely and utterly obliterated by fire.  It was during this looting that Aed's raiders came upon a strange key made out of the same light, strong metal as that of the chest Aed had discovered decades before, bearing the same tri-knot symbol.  The key fit the chest, and Aed opened it with great anticipation only to find that the scrolls within had long since decayed so much as to be unrecognisable.  All that could be found within the chest were a few marks of the tri-knot, a handful of words in an unknown language and one recogniseable name in Greek:

Atlantis.

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« Reply #18 on: June 21, 2013, 09:31:27 pm »

A chest made of an unknown metal? Steel was known during this period.

Or is this supposed to be Oricalcum?
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Indeed Nordic Runes. Must be one of the true runes that Odin saw while hanging from the World Tree that was etched into an axe.

As it turns out... yes.  Orichalcum.  :D

I've never actually gotten anything out of those chests so far.  I'm going to keep on raiding and see if I ever do.
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« Reply #19 on: June 21, 2013, 10:05:28 pm »

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« Reply #20 on: June 21, 2013, 11:10:18 pm »

Yay double king!  I'm not sure on the technical aspects of empire formation, but you should totally be an Emperor!

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« Reply #21 on: June 22, 2013, 05:43:32 am »

Atlantis? Vikings? AWESOME
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« Reply #22 on: June 22, 2013, 03:02:31 pm »

Yay double king!  I'm not sure on the technical aspects of empire formation, but you should totally be an Emperor!

He needs to control a certain number of counties and at least two king titles. Since he has the king titles already he just needs to push further southward and keep taking counties. Eventually he'll have enough to create the Empire of Britannia.
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« Reply #23 on: June 24, 2013, 12:37:14 pm »

PTW. I just nabbed the game on a weekend sale, and I'm completely lost. This gives me some idea of what's going on, and is a great read!
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« Reply #24 on: June 24, 2013, 01:40:51 pm »

PTW. I just nabbed the game on a weekend sale, and I'm completely lost. This gives me some idea of what's going on, and is a great read!

Thanks.  This isn't really the most information LP for a first timer, I have to admit, and Paradox games are DF-like in its opacity.  They are also DF like in their complexity and depth, which makes them so good.

Should hopefully have an update tonight (actually written and screenshot, just need to do some edits before upload).
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« Reply #25 on: June 24, 2013, 02:15:36 pm »

PTW. I just nabbed the game on a weekend sale, and I'm completely lost. This gives me some idea of what's going on, and is a great read!

Thanks.  This isn't really the most information LP for a first timer, I have to admit, and Paradox games are DF-like in its opacity.  They are also DF like in their complexity and depth, which makes them so good.

Should hopefully have an update tonight (actually written and screenshot, just need to do some edits before upload).

Actually, it's incredibly informative. This is how I learn best :P
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« Reply #26 on: June 24, 2013, 04:25:39 pm »

Agreed, reading AARs seems to be a great way to learn. It let's you go "ooh, I wonder how I do that!" or "Oh, I didn't realize that was possible!" and then go find out how to do it in game. :)
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« Reply #27 on: June 24, 2013, 08:03:16 pm »

Chapter Seven: The Very Long Road to Ireland Part Three - Sacrament, Sacrifice and Assassination

The Holy War stretched on, fought on more fronts than merely the battlefield.  A missionary from West Francia, Prince-Bishop Amedee, arrived in Dublin to spread the word of Christ.  He was promptly given room and board in the dungeons of Ath Cliath and promised special attention when the next Blot came.


Sadly, because of a bug in the next Blot, we never do get to see this fellow hang.  Spoiler!

June 905 saw the majority of Prince Conn of Ireland, heir to the throne of Scotland and second son of King Aed, as well as the end of the war.  As soon as peace was settled, Aed favoured his ally the King of Sudreyar by usurping his throne and transforming it into a Jarldom.  Since Aed possessed enough of the de jure realm of Sudreyar, the petty king could no longer make a valid claim to his throne.  As a result of the usurpation, Sudreyar's vassals became unchained from their feudal obligations and were freed to operate as autonomous chiefs.


Prince Conn: Not as huge a disappointment as his brother.  Also, third Holy War for East Anglia?  The Wessexmen are pretty damn fussed about getting hold of Norfolk.


Without a clear leader, the vassal states of Sudreyar shatter into Norfolk, Dunbar, Lothian, Mann and (not pictured) the Shetland Islands (Orkney).  This has a lot to do with the fact that the king of Sudreyar doesn't even rule from Sudreyar any more.  The replacement Jarldom is just called 'The Isles' and is given to the current actual resident of Sudreyar/Inse Gall, a content, weak and pliable Irish-Norse vassal.

Aed's other act of celebration was to hold the first Blot in eighteen years, since it was also the first time the state was at peace to hold it.  Once again, a single Christian vassal chose not to pay exemption to the Blot.  Mysteriously he was found drowned in a butte of wine three days later.  The king pronounced it a 'terrible accident' and mentioned how much a shame it was that he had not said his prayers to Odin for better luck.  Or perhaps praying to Loki might have been more productive.  After the usual sacrifices and feasting, the Blot concluded with an unexpectedly tragic hunting accident.


Not pictured because I kept pressing the wrong screenshot key: Mael-Madoc's brutal assassination, about three other sacrifices.

Aed, son of Aed, hated the forest.  It was dark and full of danger, and he hated hunts even more.  The sight of the corpses at the Blot had made him throw up, and he had been feeling queasy ever since.  Gilla-Comgain hadn't; his son had stared at them with eager fascination.  No doubt his grandfather's influence, Aed was ever the centre of the Blot.  His pale mare felt like a ghost beneath his thights, and his brother, father and son were all deathly quiet.

After a time they came to a clearing where a simple shrine had been erected.  Ashes spoke of recent offerings on the altar plate.  The men brought their horses to a halt, the beasts whickering gently as they dismounted.

"Why are we here, father?" Aed asked.  "This place scares me."

"Of course it does, child," said the elder Aed.  "Everything scares you.  You're a weak, miserable craven.  Do you recognise the marking on the shrine?"

"I think it's... Loki?"

"At least you remember something of your studies, then.  Your brother might be a disappointment too, but at least he recognised it on sight."

Conn sneered, walking around Aed.  The prince shifted uneasily as the brother half his age moved behind him.

"Father, what is this all-"

"I killed your son."

Aed's voice left him.  He gaped at his father in shock.  Over the years there had been whispers, yes, but he'd never though his father might have-

"I put a pillow on his face and forced it on him as he slept.  It was a kindness.  When I killed my father and my brothers I did it with an axe in hand."

"Wh- why?" Aed croaked.

"Because he was weak.  Weaker than the promise of your second son.  Perhaps as weak as you."  King Aed stared into the distance, the cold morning light glinting off the silver of his beard.  "I forged a kingdom, child.  Two kingdoms, and a third may yet come.  That took strength.  Strength to forge, strength to maintain, strength to expand.  All I see when I look at you is weakness, and weakness can never be permitted.

"Your brother is a valid heir, if scarcely.  He has weakness too, though.  Like you, he never learned which men he should never turn his back on - no matter how close to him they might be."

Aed's eyes widened with terror and he spun around to see Conn... leaning calmly against a tree.

"You never did learn who not to turn your back on, child," came a whisper from behind, as the noose slipped around Aed's neck.

Prince Aed kicked and struggled helplessly as his father dragged him backward with grim inevitability, the noose crushing his windpipe.  As his world went black, all Aed could see was his own son staring at his execution with nothing more than a look of fascination in his eyes.



I have mentioned before that Aed is crazy, yes?

The death of Aed mac Aed also saw the end of the short-lived Irish peace.  Aed, eager to press his advantage, once again declared several simultaneous wars in an effort to land-grab the most valuable parts of his opponents' demesne.  Part of Aed's strategy for splitting up Dunbar's four counties required a way to get around the truce signed with its Count Olafr.  As it turned out, a truce signed with a specific person was only valid for as long as that person was, a matter Aed's spymaster was very easily able to rectify.

Olafr's elder sister Thyra suffered a similar fate, and by the end of 908 all the former counties of Dunbar had been successfully integrated as vassals.  Thyra's daughter happened to also be daughter of the count of Argyll and as a result of her education had adopted Irish customs.  She lacked the resistance to the idea of Irish rule her mother and uncle had, and willingly took Aed's offer of protection as her King.





At last, through an intensely circuitous series of events and a very great deal of murder, Scotland and Ireland stood united as one.  Ironically the whole process could have been achieved eighteen years previous if Aed had simply subjugated Sudreyar instead of York - but this way around half of England was neatly under his control instead.


Ireland and Scotland - Together at Last


Chapter Seven-A: The Very Long Road to Ireland - Epilogue

The following years were relatively quiet, apart from Aed's maiming during a peasant revolt; one of his legs was irrepairably broken and he was forced to sit or use a palanquin thereafter.  The crippling was too much for Aed, who became obsessed with the fear of his death and the future of his line.  He had fought his homicidal lunacy for years, and he could resist it no longer.

Prince Conn backpedalled, trying to escape the murderous wrath of his father.  King Aed swung the axe at him again and again, red with the blood of his grandfather, his aunt and uncles, his brother.  Conn tried to raise a hand to stop it, but the axe came down again and again-

Conn woke with a start, sweat staining the sheets to his skin.  He blinked in disorientation for a moment before he realised he was not alone in the room.  Young Prince Gilla-Comgain was stood by the door with a tray of breakfast and drink.

"Good morning, uncle," said Gilla-Comgain.  "Bad dreams?"

"Shut up and give me something to drink," muttered Conn.  Gilla-Comgain offered him a horn; he drank and then almost immediately spat half of it up over the side of the bed.  "What is this, water?  Give me some mead."

"Yes, uncle," said Gilla-Comgain, pouring the mead and handing it to him.  "Grandfather sends his regards."

"I'll bet.  He's been a sour arse since he lost his leg.  What did he expect, fighting in the field at his age?  I won't make that mistake, I'll tell you that."

"Yes, uncle."

"Things are going to be pretty different around here once the old wolf's gone."

"Yes, uncle."

"Stop 'Yes uncle'-ing me, Gill, it's ridiculous.  Pass me the bacon.  Thanks."  Conn ate in silence for a few moments before he became aware that Gilla-Comgain was still there.  He sighed.  "So... how are your studies, Gill?"

"Progressing very well, uncle.  We are learning about herbology.  Today I am learning about the effects of valerian and nightshade."

"What, the poison?"

"While nightshade can certainly be used as a very effective and fast acting poison in large doses, it is more commonly used to enhance the beauty of the eyes, particularly in Italy where I understand it is called 'the beautiful lady'.  Valerian is actually a sedative, designed to achieve quick and dreamless sleep, again particularly in large doses.  Both of these herbs have certain limitations when it comes to practical poisoning because of their distinctive taste and odour, so for best effect they should be given with strong-tasting food such as salt and honey."

"What rubbish," said Conn, draining the last of his horn.  "By the way, this mead is shit.  It tastes like you boiled someone's foot in it.  Have the brewer whipped."

"Yes, uncle.  Will you be joining us for morning sparring in the courtyard?"

"No, Gill.  No, I think I'll have a lie in.  Actually still pretty tired.  Must be all these bad dreams."

"As you say, uncle," said Gilla-Comgain.  He picked up the tray and opened the door.  He paused for a moment before speaking half beneath his breath.  "I do not think I will miss you as much as I did Father."

"What was that?"  Conn had already settled back into the sheets.

"Nothing of importance, uncle.  Rest well."  Gilla-Comgain closed the door.



Pictured: The most effective way to resolve a succession crisis before it can happen.

Aed began to be tormented by more and more phantasms as his age deepened, complaining of the sound of rats, rats, rats in the walls.  He began to fixate on the scraps of scrolls found in the ancient chest, studying them for what scraps of information he could and comparing them against any texts, Greek or Saracens, that might make sense.  He began to find patterns, hints in other works as to the identity of this Atlantis, and the more he learned the more terrified he became.  There were hints of ancient, terrible things, far older and more dangerous than lived in this world now.  In a fit of madness he began to re-enact one of the dread rites he had discovered in his work, using dozens of Christians as sacrifices and his ancient axe as a focus.

Only when the ritual was done did he realise the horrors he might unleash and instead sailed out upon the sea to put an end to it once and for all.  He sighted the horror of sunken Atlantis as it rose from the depths, the terrible colossus that would put an end to the world of men.  Seeing no other way, Aed rammed his longboat into the creature's side, and struck it with his ancient axe.  For six long hours he fought the horror until both Aed and terror could stand no more and once again sunk beneath the waves.



Aed was found three days later on the coast, naked and starved save the axe clutched with a deathgrip in his hand and a strange dark ichor that had stained the blade.  He held true for the rest of his days that he had saved the world, and that one day Atlantis would make its fateful and terrible return.

Wow.  Lovecraftian event sequence.  I think this must require you to have the Insane trait and be a Pagan, because I've never gotten this before.  Kind of makes me wonder what would have happened if I'd allowed Cthluhu to rise...


The remainder of the Godslayer's reign was unremarkable; a short series of wars and suppressed peasant revolts.  Aed met his end as a result of head injury received at the battle of Exeter, fighting the Wessexmen for one more piece of England in the hope of seizing the country as his own.  He never recovered from his wounds and he never saw England united in his thrall.  When he passed away in his sleep in 913 at the age of 62, his grandson Gilla-Comgain assumed the throne a child of thirteen years, a king due to receive a baptism of fire.



So ends the reign of Aed, son of none.  Starting from patricide and the tiny kingdom of Dublin, and in vassalage to a powerful Viking lord, Aed forged not one but two kingdoms of his own.  He subjugated the heir of Halfdan Whiteshirt, brought half of Britain under his command and went completely and utterly insane in the process.  He was ruthless, brilliant and by no-one's definition a family man.
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Re: Let's Play CK2: The Vikings of Ireland
« Reply #28 on: June 24, 2013, 10:49:12 pm »

Even though Aed was crazy, I believe he really did kill a god.  He is just that awesome.

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Re: Let's Play CK2: The Vikings of Ireland
« Reply #29 on: June 25, 2013, 03:44:43 am »

I really wish you could reload the save and unleash the Old Ones.  Maybe as a bonus story? 
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