May Our Reign Be Green and Golden: Crusader Kings Dynasty
 

So I've been bummed about Bognor Regis sucking it lately in my FM/WSM game and I haven't gotten in the mood for the Phoenix league lately.

You know that that means, especially for a Gemini like myself. :D

That's right, another game, another dynasty!

I visited Paradox's website and found they have gobs of new beta patches, so I downloaded the latest one and fired up a new game. I'm starting off as the Count of Agder, which for those unfamiliar, is in Norway, right on the southwest coast of the country, at least on the CK map.

If anyone has any questions about the game as I go along, just let me know. :)

And here it begins.

December 26th 1066: County of Agder

Two days after the Festival of Christ's Birth, Count Lodin of Agder, ruler of the county of Agder, stood on the balcony of his castle looking over his domain.

The county was neither rich nor poor by the standards of other European holdings of this size, producing nine-tenths of a goldoon a month in profit. (Goldoon was Lodin's own personal unit of measurement when simplifying larger sums to a more accessible ruling stick). While the family had been ruling for several generations, Lodin hungered for more.

A thin, pale, blonde Norwegian, the count was not of particularly strong stock and he was plagued with a small court, consisting of only a female cousin who was just 16 years old. Her name was unimportant, though for the time being she served as the Spymaster.

Rubbing his eyes, pale blue irises whose surrounding white pools were shot through with lines of red from too much revelry the past few days, Lodin once more went over the line of thought he had been following for the past pair of hours.

First, it was imperative that he be married. At twenty-seven, he was getting up there in years by his personal timetable, and he wanted to be wed. Looks and nationality were of no concern, nor were any potential inheritances he might get out of it. All that mattered was talent and willingness. Once he was sufficiently bedded down in matrimony... Ahh, the plans he had. But first, to wedlock.

It was time to send out the messengers across Northern Europe's island and peninsular countries and see what available brides were there. He would only go south to the Continent if it was an absolute necessity, for Lodin did not trust the hotter blood of warmer climates to be in his Viking line.

With that in mind, the count of Agder turned and disappeared inside his castle. The dream of a thousand hardships to be overcome would begin with this first, simple task.

After all, what girl wouldn't want to marry an ambitious nobleman?

December 27th 1066: County of Agder

The very next morning, Lodin was woken up by one of the five homely servants in his employ.

"Your Lordship, the messengers you sent out yesterday have already returned."

Though confused at this, the Count nodded and dressed after thanking the girl. Twenty minutes later, he was in his throne room, staring down at the man the couriers had brought to him.

"He says his name is Peter the Plaid, Sire, and that he can find you any type of woman you seek to be your bride", announced the lead messenger.

Peter the Plaid was a most curious looking fellow, as short and fat as a beer barrell. His skin was as dark as a Moor's, his beard was thick, red, and bushy, and his eyes were startling in their blue crystalline colouring. To make things even more puzzling, he wore the kilt trademarked to the Highlanders of Scotland.

"Aye, I be Peter the Plaid!" boomed the matchmaker. Yellow teeth beamed up at Lodin, a thick tongue washing over them in relish as Peter sized up the Count, "I be having contacts all over Europe, yer Lordship and if yer want a wife, I can get yer one."

Lodin raised a single eyebrow, cool and impassive as he sat, still eyeing the visitor of such boasts, "I see. And what, pray tell, allows you such broad access to the courts of Europe?"

Peter's belly shook with laughter, the sound as rumbling and jarring as a small earthquake. Fat hands rested on the shaking stomach as he grinned, "It's easy yer Lordship. I be a mutt. I be Irish, Saracen, Norwegian, Scottish, and a little bit o' French too. Me ancestors come from everywhere and I can speak ta everyone because o' it."

Inwardly, Lodin sneered. He had little use for mutts of no pedigree such as this, but it seems in this instance, the matter necessitated that he keep the man around, for time was of the essence that he find a bride. "Very well, I am looking for a woman under the age of thirty with exceptional talents. I would like her to be in the North, for I do not trust the weak blood of the Continentals."

"Yer gonna have a hard time o' that, yer Lordship. Most o' the women here in the North o' that description be already married", Peter pointed out, scratching at his remarkably clean fire-beard. "Tell ye what, I know of a good Frankish girl, just seventeen, who will bear you many fine children. She be quite the talented woman in every area. Her name be Adelais de Pontieu and she be residing in King Phillipe o' France's court."

The count grimaced. Already his plans were going awry as he would have to marry some French tart. Still, necessity must force us to ends we do not like sometimes, he reminded himself. At long last he nodded and rose, "Very well, Peter the Plaid. You will go to the court of the French King and ask for Adelais to wed me. I trust you will not fail."

"Of course not, yer Lordship! Peter the Plaid never fails!"

January 11th 1067

"You told me you never failed!"

"I'm sorry about that, yer Lordship, but it be not me fault."

Lodin clenched his hands into fists, resisting the urge to pummel Peter's bulby nose and break it, "And how, pray tell, is it not your fault?"

The chastisted matchmaker studied his impeccable nails, avoiding eye contact with the enraged noble, "It's simple yer Lordship. When we got there, Adelais had run off with one of the court musicians and she was nowhere to be found. So the King had no choice but to say nay. But don't yer Lordship be angry, because while I was there, me brain had an excellent idea and I recommended to King Phillipe that yer be married ta a Norman woman in his court, Cundo of Eu. She be nearly as talented as Adelais was and she be closer to yer Lordship in age ta boot, being twenty-one."

"And the King said?"

Peter looked up with a wide grin, "That he'd have to think on it. But don't worry, yer Lordship! I know me succeeded this time!"

Or so they both hoped.

February 8th 1067: County of Agder

"You should have accepted Ulv's request to join our court, Cousin. His skill in the marital arts would have served us greatly." Snofrid of Agder, Lodin's country cousin and Spymaster, was still extremely displeased over the refusal of the Russian who had come seeking succor.

"Ridiculous, cousin! The man wanted me to give him 17 goldoons so that he could pay off his travel debts! With only 26 goldoons in the treasury and my not planning to be off to war anytime soon, it didn't make economical sense." Lodin was not going to be reprimanded so easily as all that and he glowered at the dark-haired woman from his seat.

Just then, a servant came bursting in through the door.

"Sire! We have an emissary from King Erik of Sweden!"

"...What in the world could the Swedish King possibly want with a Norwegian count like me?" wondered Lodin aloud as he stood up, "Ah, well, we'll find out. Send him to the throne room and I'll meet him there."

After the dignitary had been escorted in and the Count of Agder was in place, the messenger bowed and declared before the full court, made up of only a handful of members, "Count Lodin of Agder of the County Agder, I come today on behalf of my lord, King Erik of Sweden who art also the Count of Vastergotland. His Majesty King Erik requests the hand in marriage of Thora Bjelke, Courtier of the Court of Count Lodin of Agder of the County of Agder. What say Your Lordship?"

A gale of shock whooshed through the room as everyone turned and eyed Thora. A girl of only moderate beauty, she was eighteen years old and was so unremarkable that she was only a court hanger-on, not even worthy of a position. "I accept if Count Lodin will release me!" shouted the thrilled girl, bouncing forward.

"...King Erik wants.. Thora to be his Queen?!" Lodin's surprise was so great that he was unable to keep from blurting it out. The most useless member of the court was now a valuable commodity. To be sure, the glory this would cast on the Count of Agder was not to be missed, and so Lodin declared in a not-so-booming voice, "We accept! Thora may head straightaway to marry King Erik."

The newly engaged Thora squealed with glee and dashed over to hug equally elated Snofrid. The giddy girls then made their departures, as did the messenger, the latter to make the travel arrangements.

"Simply astounding", mused Lodin once he was alone.

Two days later, Thora became Queen of Sweden and Lodin's prestige was now greater than it had ever been.

March 2nd 1067: County of Agder

Almost a month had passed since the marriage of Thora to King Erik of Sweden and in that time, Lodin had torn up the old laws of the county and instituted new ones specifically aimed at increasing the influence of the aristocracy over all else and more specifically, the power of the of Agder House.

No longer was semi-salic primogenture allowed. It would be salic primogenture only. Too were the court laws of traditional custom now banished. Henceforth, the heirarchal, chivalric structure of the feudal contract would be in place. Even the Catholic Church was not spared, for instead of the balance that was in place before, royal priorities now superseded all other concerns. Much of the population was not happy about the changes, but the subsequent increase in power to the barons ensured that the nobles were unswervingly loyal to Lodin's new policies.

The Pope did not sit back when he received word of the change in Agder however, for he sent a wayward bishop who had been removed from his prior post due to too much love of the drink to Agder, politely requesting that Count Lodin please grant Bishop Vigleik Bjelke a place in the court and pay 7 goldoons for the travel costs.

Lodin of Agder was not pleased.

"How could His Holiness make such a request of me?! I can't afford to pay that kind of money! I'll simply have to dismiss him and send that fool back to Rome!"

Snofrid sighed and shook her head, laying a head on the Count's arm, "Cousin, cousin... You *must* accept the Pope's request for three reasons. First, you will be seen as more pious if you take in this holy man. Two, you will be seen as sacreligious if you do not take him, to a potentially dangerous degree. Third, he is our own Thora's first cousin. You do not want to upset the Queen of Sweden, do you? For that would mean the King of Sweden would be angry as well, and it would not be advantageous to us at this time to have a war between Norway and Sweden."

"...Oh, very well. Let's take him in and appoint him as the Diocese Bishop, then."

And so it came to pass, though in that moment, Lodin's heart grew colder against the Church and he privately swore his revenge.

March 8th 1067 County of Agder

Bells rang their merry tune throughout the County of Agder on this happy day as the entire region celebrated the marriage of Count Lodin and Cundo of Eu. Beer kegs flowed freely and many a dirty song was sung while many a wench was bedded.

"I told yer Lordship I could get yer a pretty and talented wife. And yer know the Normans were Vikin's first." Peter the Plaid was pleased with himself after having secured the Count of Agder the marriage, particularly since it meant that Lodin had made him the Minister of Domestic Affairs, intent on keeping the curious man around for any future marriages needed in the of Agder family.

"That you did Peter and I look forward to seeing your future successes", replied Lodin. About to say more, the Count was swept away by his wife, who carried him off into a waltz, a smile on her lips that was charming to behold.

"Dear husband, I don't know if Peter informed you, but I'm not just any courtier girl. I'm also the daughter of Robert Hastings, the Count of Eu. I took my mother's name because I did not feel it was right that no one bore her name and my brother already took my father's name." Cundo laughed as she twirled with her new groom and added, "Peter told me you were worried about my being weak-blooded but I assure you, husband, I'm a noble Norman girl through and through... but with a French education."

"What good is a French education?" groused Lodin as they danced.

That night, Count Lodin discovered in the wedding chamber just what good a French education is.

The next day: The County of Agder

The next morning, the newly enlightened Count was awoken by none other than his cousin.

"Get up. Now that you are married, we have to discuss where you will go now."

Lodin quickly threw on his trousers and followed Snofrid. To hell with his wife's French education; plotting for power was even better than that.

They repaired to a small, hidden room that only a few people in the castle knew about. On the table in the middle of the room was spread a map of Europe. It was to the table that Snofrid and Lodin now walked, the female half of the two tracing a line on a specific section.

"You will want to become a Duke next and in this you have some luck, for you own the County of Agder, which is one of the counties needed to ressurect an old ducal title, the Duke of Bergen. There are four territories within the Dukedom, so in order to have the title reborn, you will need three of them. Agder you already have. Rogaland has a very secure line of succession, so I would forget about that for now if I were you. Telemark has no heir, but Jon is recently married to a young girl, so an heir will likely be forthcoming. Worry about that later, however. Bergenhus is what you should focus on most of all. It is a bishophoric with but a single heir, a 12-year old boy. If he is removed from the picture and you put a claim in, the way will be clear."

Lodin listened to the analysis and scratched his chin, nodding, "I see... Unfortunately, there is not the money in the treasury as of yet to remove the Bergenhus obstacle. However, since both Bergenhus and Telemark have shaky lines of succession...." His voice trailed off and the Count looked at his Spy Master cousin with a notched brow.

"...Yes. I understand", finished Snofrid.

Later that day, couriers rode all across Norway with the announcement that documents had been found attesting to Bergenhus and Telemark both having once been part of the of Agder domain and that Lodin of Agder was the rightful heir to both counties.


Count Lodin of Agder after the two prestige-enhancing marriages and two claims


His wife Cundo, now Chancellor of Agder, daughter of Count Robert Hastings of Eu


His cousin Snofrid, the Spy Master


Vigleik, the worthless Diocese Bishop sent as part of the Pope's revenge for Lodin's power seizure


Thora the worthless Courtier, now Queen of Sweden. Can you say bad times ahead for the Swedish throne? I think so.


The King of Sweden. I'm still wondering why he chose Thora of all people.

August 16th 1067

"This changes our plans, does it not?"

Spy Master Snofrid clucked her tongue thoughtfully at her cousin's question before slowly nodding her head, "Yes, it does. I had thought that upon the Bishop's death, Bergenhus would be open, but it appears that the new German bishop installed shows no signs of disloyalty to King Olaf. We still have the claims on Bergenhus and Telemark, however, so we shall keep them in hand until opportunity presents. itself.

The Count of Agder growled and banged his fist on the map of Europe, "What can we do then? Cundo is with child, but it will be many years before we can arrange something for the future. I wish to be Duke now!"

"Patience, cousin. Things take time to develop. You wish to be a Duke now? Perhaps there are other avenues. How large is your army?"

Lodin spat on the dusty floor, irritation flexing the bones of his face. "311 men. Not enough to fight the pagans in the East. Not even enough to seize Bergenhus or Telemark, since that child-king Olaf will come to their aid. I've the feeling he's been eyeing this county for his own power."

A sigh came from Snofrid's lips as she patted her cousin on the arm. "As I said cousin, you must have patience. For now, there are no openings. But wait, watch, and listen, and an opportunity may present itself."

"I hope you are right, cousin. I grow tired of being able to do nothing."

March 22nd 1068

In late August, farmers in the County of Agder discovered how to alternate their fields to have better crop yields. This came to be called the Two-Fields System and would prove to be the only noteworthy event for the rest of 1067.

On March 22, 1068, there was new cause for celebration and the monotony of daily life was once more broken up by a festival throughout the county. Sigrid, a daughter, had been borne to Count Lodin and his wife Cundo. The courtyard was littered with revelers and amateur musicians, all of whom were sworn to be professional by the drunk listeners. Everyone was happy.

Everyone except the Count, that is.

Lodin scowled as he slouched against a wall in the little room he and Snofrid had met in many times in recent months.

"A bloody daughter! I need a son! I need action! What good is it to have ambition if I can't act on it?"

In times past, Snofrid politely remonstrated with him and urged patience. Tonight, however, she smiled and kissed her irate cousin's forehead.

"My dear cousin, I have good news. My spies report to me an independant county in the heart of Ireland by the name of Mide. Count Murchad O'Neill has only another county, Ulaid, as his ally. While his army presently is larger than yours, I believe the quality of your leadership and our troops shall be sufficient to win the day, particularly if King Olaf lends assistance that does not involve his own person. It will hurt the treasury, but the gains will be more than worthwhile."

The Spy Master reached into her bodice and removed a paper. When unrolled, the parchment revealed itself to be testimony from King Erik of Sweden that his researchers had discovered that Lodin was, in fact, the great-great grandson of a Count of Mide and so was the true and rightful heir.

"I persuaded Thora to look into this as a favour to you for allowing her to be married into the throne of Sweden. It took considerable effort, but she agreed, and King Erik has issued this proclamation. Therefore, dear cousin, you now have a third claim and are free to go to war against this Irish count without any trouble at all."

Lodin smiled grimly and stepped forward to press himself aggressively against her. "Have I mentioned, dearest Snofrid, that I love you?"

A simple shift sufficed to slip her out of her cousin's grasp. With a short laugh, Snofrid countered, "Save your new lust for the war, cousin.. and go bed your wife some more, so that you may have a son."

The Count of Agder laughed darkly and nodded, striding out of the room with new purpose and hope. When he'd woken up that morning, it seemed yet another dreary day in an endless march of them.

Now the march of depression had changed to the drumbeat of war.

June 8th 1067: County of Agder

Cundo of Agder, nee` of Eu, wept. In her arms was the cold corpse of her infant daughter.

"Sigrid, why were you taken so soon from us? Is this God's punishment for your father who is away at his war? Ah, daughter, why did you have to go? I wanted to see you grow up, teach you how to be the best kind of woman. But now you are gone and I am alone."

The whole county mourned, all save Lodin, who was away at sea.

November 8th 1068: County of Mide

Corpses littered the battlefield, a succulent cornucopia for the carrion crows circling overhead.

379 of Agderese men had warred with 434 Miden soldiers and at last, after many days of struggle, Count Lodin's forces had emerged victorious. 134 troops remained after the field victory and presently a siege was starting.

The Count of Agder's victory dinner in his tent was interrupted by a messenger, heaving with the exertion of his news and the effort needed to get there.

"Your Lordship, I regret that I bring bad news. The nobles demand Prima Noctae Rights and your daughter Sigrid has died."

Lodin's face showed no reaction, remaining as inscrutable as it had been before the harbinger entered. Biting off a hunk of lamb from the leg he was eating, he replied, "I have witnessed the death of many good men over the past days. The death of a little girl means nothing to me in comparison. As for the nobles, give them whatever rights they wish. The peasants are worthless."

"As you wish, Your Lordship." The messenger bowed and exited.

One of Lodin's captains, having overheard the exchange, stared at his liege in shocked dismay.

"Are you not sad for the loss of your daughter?"

"She is a sacrifice to Heaven for this great victory. I would welcome the death of my entire family if it meant my greater glory."

This was to be the guiding principle of Count Lodin of Agder for the rest of his life.

June 12th 1069

Nearly a year after the death of his daughter, Count Lodin was still fighting in the County of Mide. The rotten King of Denmark had stolen the seige and had afterwards made agreement with the Count of Mide whereby Murchad was allowed to keep his title after paying 7 goldoons.

And so the Agderese army was forced to fight Mide again on the field. Once more they emerged victorious, but this time, just 49 men remained to carry on the seige. On the horizon was Olaf, the King of Norway's army.

"If my victory is stolen again, I will disband the army and return here another time", vowed Lodin as he sat in his tent.

So close to success and yet so far away...

On July 24, seeing the little progress being made in the seige, Lodin disbanded the army and returned home.

Now thirty years old, he felt the urgency to produce an heir posthaste.

Continuation of his line was more important than a futile seige, he concluded.

August 4th 1069: County of Agder

"Look, there it is! A royal ship sailing without Olaf on board! They're headed to Mide, no doubt! I'll summon the army at once and we'll be off."

His pale eyes shimmering with the lust of renewed war, Lodin stepped forward on the pier, staring out on the dark waters of the sea, gaze fixed upon the vessel in the distance. "We'll get there and with their help, we'll finish the siege of Mide and take the title, since Olaf is heading home!"

"...Don't be absurd, cousin. It is clearly a trap. King Olaf wants you to commit your army there so that you are further weakened. Then, when you think you have the province in hand, he will swoop in and claim the glory for the victory. Besides, you have only eight goldoons left in the treasury. You will go into debt over a war that you will not win in the way you need to. Stay here, cousin. Our House depends on your patience in this hour."

Lodin scowled and retreated, nodding gruffly. Though he did not want to admit it, once again his Spy Master was correct. Her wisdom and cunning were why he had not married her off, despite repeated suitors, and for her own part, she showed no inclination for matrimony.

"Very well, Snofrid. I defer to you in this."

The woman smiled, "Excellent, cousin. You are not happy about it, I know, but it is necessary for the long-term survival of our family."

If only that weren't so, thought hot-blooded Lodin.

March 9th 1070: County of Agder

"My wife is once more pregnant. We are still officially at war with the County of Mide and have 372 men ready and willing to fight. With 18 goldoons in the treasury, we may go a little into debt, but it will easily be recovered by the dual incomes we will have then."

As punctuation, Count Lodin banged his fist on the map of Europe. Once more, he and Snofrid were in the Room of Secrets, as they'd taken to calling it.

His cousin tipped her head to the side and nodded, "What you say is true, but King Olaf presents a problem as before. However, I think I have the solution. Through my agents, I have learned that the neighbouring heathen chiefdoms of Reval and Dorpat to the east are absolutely defenseless. With no standing armies, you should consider yourself free to declare war on both chiefdoms. Olaf will become occupied with taking those territories to expand his power there, which will leave you free to occupy Mide. There is a risk in giving the King two territories in exchange for your one, but right now, territory is imperative to expanding your power and I do not see either Bergenhus or Telemark becoming available any time soon, even if Jon only has two daughters. The choice is yours."

It took Lodin only a moment to decide.

"We go to war again."

Declarations of war were sent out that very evening.

Perhaps this time a Norwegian would become an Irish lord.

April 3rd 1070: County of Agder

"Your Lordship! The Tribe of Livonia has declared war on us!"

The emissary burst through the marching army to present the dire news to the Count of Agder.

Lodin paused and glanced at his captains.

"We will continue on to Mide. Livonia poses no threat to us. They are also at war with our King Olaf and King Sven of Denmark."

One of the captains cleared his throat and added, "Sire, I heard rumours from the mercanery soldiers we passed a few days ago that the Livonians are also at war with the Principality of Novgorod and another county besides ours as well."

The Count smiled and nodded at the messenger, "So you see, there are too many fronts for the Livonians to fight on now. They will not even come close to approaching our borders. I thank you for your message, however and hope you continue to serve me well."

A frown appeared on the boy's lips, but he bowed and left in silence.

He only hoped that his liege's confidence was rightly placed...

September 9th 1070: County of Mide

"With this signature on this document, I, Murchad O'Neill, formally do surrender my title as Count of Mide to Lord Lodin of Agder, Count of Agder."

Sorrow painted the former nobleman's face as he declared his abdication. He had given up his title without a single Agderese man having to be killed.

What had transpired was that two regiments of the King of Norway's army had attacked Mide and overrun it before Lodin's forces had even arrived there. Adding insult to injury, the Norwegians looted the province of everything of value, even going so far as to rape the women and steal even the thinnest of oxen.

Wanting to prevent further harm to his people, Murchad accepted the demand of surrender from Lodin's messenger the moment that it arrived.

The new Count of both Agder and Mide smiled serenely at the small crowd that had gathered to witness the historic moment. True, Mide would not produce anything for some time until the ravages of the pillaging had worn off, but he had now succeeded in increasing his power, and was only 18 goldoons in debt for it.

The first step to greater power had now been taken.

Even better, he had received word that on May 8, a son had been born, named Torstein.

The of Agder line now seemed assured of success.

May 8th 1071: County of Agder

It was the first time one of Lodin's children lived to be at least a year old.

An extravagant feast was held throughout the Counties of Agder and Mide as the people celebrated the good fortunes of the of Agder family.

Yet, in the Room of Secrets, not all was well.

"I find it troubling, cousin. Count Dun Sleibe of Ulaid has just wrested the title of Count of Tir Eoghain. You know that he holds no love for me, as I vanquished his ally and took his place. I suspect that he holds dreams of becoming King of Ireland. Too, it is disturbing that Mide still remains unproductive thanks to that damned looting army."

Snofrid sighed and rubbed her temples. It was truly a chore dealing with the tensions of her cousin at times.

"Dear Lodin, you need not worry. Count Dun will not attack you so long as you remain a loyal vassal of King Olaf. More important for you is to think about getting the County of Dublin. If you can seize that, then you can declare yourself the Duke of Meath and you will not need to worry about how to become the Duke of Bergen."

Lodin smiled grimly, baring his teeth, "An excellent plan Cousin, save for the following problems: firstly, I do not have the influence I need to be able to seize another title. Secondly, the County of Dublin is owned by the Duke of Leinster, arguably the most powerful Duke in all of Ireland and the one most likely to become King as it stands right now, for he not only owns extensive territory, but has vassals to support him besides. Thirdly, it requires money to both wage war and declare myself the titles you would have me claim. We are still in debt and are likely to remain so until Mide is repaired from the pillages of conquest. I can do nothing but wait."

A surprising smile bloomed on Snofrid's lips upon hearing that reply, "Excellent, cousin! You are fast learning to grasp all levels of a situation! Perhaps you are not so hot-headed and impetuous as I've thought you all of these years."

Lodin growled and beckoned to the door, "Enough of this! Let us go and celebrate my son's first year of life."

"Yes, let's."

And so the two scheming cousins went to join the celebrations.

With greater power comes greater responsibility. The House of Agder was still very much in danger of crumbling, but for the first time, there was the whisper of genuine hope stirring on the wind.

Would Lodin seek to expand his influence in Ireland or would he strive to increase his power in Norway?

Or would some other avenue present itself.

Time and time alone would tell.


The former Count of Mide


Lodin of the Two Counties


Dun of the Two Counties


The well-supported Duke of Leinster


The birthday boy and future hope of the of Agder line

November 9th 1071: County of Agder

"Our position in Ireland has grown much more precarious, cousin. I have received word from my people in Mide that Dun Sleibe is now the Duke of Ulster. His power grows while you remain stagnant."

Lodin rubbed his temples, his head throbbing with the ache that Snofrid's news engendered there.

"So Ireland is quickly being carved up into duchies, I see. Given that Mide is still not recovered from Olaf's army's rape of it, I am beginning to think that I should just give the County to someone else."

Snofrid vigorously shook her head, stabbing a fat finger on the debated territory, "Do that, cousin, and you will surrender our foothold in Ireland entirely, for the new Count will be your equal and not a vassal of yours."

A sneer retorted the Spy Master's accurate observation, "I will be damned if I make a bishophoric! I still have not forgiven the Pope for his treachery against me! Why, that damned cousin of Thora's is now viewed as almost as pious as I am and he is considered far more influential!"

Irritation swept over Snofrid's face as she turned and strode for the door.

"I will not tell you again, Cousin. You must have patience. The treasury is still gradually making its way to solvency again, but to go to war again anywhere would be to put you in financial ruin. The only battle I would approve is one against Dublin, but you have neither the power to press a claim nor the army to make good on any claim that might appear. So you must do nothing for now. Anything else and you will not only bankrupt the treasury beyond repair, but you will soon be overrun by noblemen equally ambitious and far more intelligent besides."

The door slammed behind huffy Snofrid, leaving in its wake an agitated Adgerese Count. His headache approaching migraine levels, Lodin stared at the map of Europe and snorted, "What in God's own Holy Name does *she* know?"

More than he did, apparently.

October 17th 1072: County of Agder

In late March, the oppressed and weary burghers received a boost to their power when small merchant houses first made their appearances in Agder, though it was not expected by anyone that the power of the nobility would be made weaker.

One noble did become lesser in strength however in fall of 1072 and that man was none other than Count Lodin himself and it was on October 17, 1072 that the royal doctor diagnosed him as sick, recommending bed rest and judicious application of leeches.

After one such treatment, Lodin lay in bed, feeling literally drained. "What went wrong with my rule? Why has God punished me in this way, when I already struggle to increase my power?"

There was no answer from the heavens.

All throughout the county, people began to pray. The barons prayed for the health of the Count, while the merchants, clergy, and serfs all silently prayed for Count Lodin... to die.


If only Lodin could have the same success...

Uh oh.. could be the end of the game already?

Good stuff.

If this game was faster it would kick ass

SirFozzie: Thanks! I'm glad you like it. :) If Lodin dies, the game will still go on because then Torstein, his son would take over. If Lodin had no successors at all, then what's referred to as a country cousin would take over (i.e. still the same last name as Lodin, but only distantly related). The only way the game would end when a noble dies is if the successor was from a family other than that noble's family. So say Lodin of Agder were to die and Roger de Hauteville were to succeed him, the game would end.

MrBug708: If you mean CK, you do know that you can adjust the speed setting so that the game goes faster, right? It's something you can choose in the options. :) That'll make things go by a lot faster.

(grins. I had a feeling that would happen.. even before I checked out a certain thread on the CK boards.. GET TO UPDATING!)

SirFozzie: *bows* Your wish is my command. ;)

March 3rd 1073: County of Agder

"I have news both good and bad, Your Lordship." The doctor's face was grave as he made this announcement to his noble patient, noble in title only.

Count Lodin of Agder grunted and sat up in bed, gesturing for the physician to continue.

"You are recovered from your illness and you shall live. This is the good news. Unfortunately, I must tell you that you have a parasite residing in your stomach. Therefore, you will not live as long as you might once have hoped to. The advice I can give Your Lordship is to make the most of your health while you still have it and do your best to avoid stress, which will only make the worm more active."

The count bowed his head, nodding after a few moments of thought, "Very well, Doctor. I thank you for your aid and counsel. You may depart now."

After the royal physician left, Lodin got out of bed and walked to the window, staring at the lush view afforded by the high-placed, open arch. So his lifespan was now cut short... and he had not the power needed to manufacture any claims. The treasury was almost recovered, but he did not want to bankrupt it again by going to war against the Eastern heathens. Too, King Olaf would simply steal land before he could get there.

No, the only thing he could do was to once again wait. He only hoped that the tide would turn soon enough that he could become a Duke somehow, somewhere, before he died.

Anything else, and Lodin would have considered himself a failure.

May 20th 1073

There would be no happiness on this day for the aristocracy.

Black flags flew on every parapet in both Agder and Mide, the minor nobles sunken into the utmost of grief and despair.

Lodin, Count of Agder and Mide, was found dead that morning in his bed, the worm having murdered him in his sleep.

Now a regency was established, for the new dual Count, Torstein of Agder, was just three years old. No one knew just what would happen as a result of this perilious power transition, but the barons feared for the survival of their extensive authority.

Meanwhile, the peasantry, clergy, and burghers all privately cheered Lodin's death. Perhaps now they would be more valued and perhaps now they would be able to grow in strength and prosperity.

It was shortly after this that a young knight, the third son of Baron Orm Ingebrigsten, named Svein Ingebrigsten, wrote a short piece on Lodin's reign. The entry is presented in full below:

Lodin the Lesser of Agder, Count of Agder and Mide (b. 1039 d. 1073 r. 1066-1073)

"Lodin the Lesser of Agder's reign was very brief, lasting just seven years. Due to suspicious claims on counties throughout the Bergen region and on County Mide in Ireland, by the time of his death, he had become one of the least influential counts in the Kingdom of Norway in spite of his increased domain.

On March 8th, 1067, he married Cundo of Eu, the daughter of Count Robert Hastings, ruler of Eu, who until her marriage was a courtier in King Phillipe Capet of France's court.

Highly ambitious, Lodin was able to double the size of his demense by carrying out a prolonged war against Murchad O'Neill, then Count of Mide. The conflicted lasted from October of 1068 to September of 1070 and was concluded by Murchad's ceding Mide to Lodin in the Treaty of Mide on September 29th.

Lodin's reign was also marked by dramatic upheaval in the domestic scene, as he reintroduced the law of feudal contract, changed the order of succession to salic primogenture, and angered the Papacy by declaring royal supremacy over Church affairs. He also repeatedly backed the nobility in several clashes between the aristocracy and the peasants and burghers.

Though he longed to become Duke, Lodin of Agder contracted an intestinal worm in October of 1072 and died seven months later, just twelve days after his son and successor Torstein's third birthday."


The child-count Torstein

(OOC Note: Just wanted to add this real quick-like. What do you guys think of the synopsis of Lodin's reign after his death? It's something I plan on including with everyone in this AAR... It might seem redundant, but I figured a recap of everyone as we go along would help people remember things (like me :D) and keep their of Agder rulers straight)

March 28th 1075: County of Agder

The first year and three quarters of child-count Torstein of Agder's reign were largely peaceful and uneventful, save for the further advancement of farming techniques in February 1075 with the discovery of the wooden plough in Agder.

On March 28th, 1075, that all changed.

There rode up to the royal dwelling in Agder an aging knight. He stopped before the door, dismounted, and shouted up to the windows.

"I am Gudrod Galtung of the County Hdemark! I request asylum in your court and 26 in monies to be able to pay the debts I've left behind me!"

Behind a curtain, the women of the Agderese court peered out and debated over what to do about the man's request.

"It would be foolhardy to accept him! The sum he asks is well over half of our treasury! Lodin never would have admitted him!"

Snofrid's cheeks were a conflagration of crimson as she angrily argued against admittance of Gudrod Galtung. To her mind, acceptance of the stranger was far too risky and far too costly to even think of entertaining it, even if he was Norwegian as her dear and dead cousin would have approved of. Dowager Countess Cundo had other plans, however.

"Yes, you are right in that my husband would have never accepted him. However, each man that Lodin turned away only served to ruin my husband, your cousin's power a little more every time that it happened. The cost does not matter. We will take in this Gudrod. It is the Christian thing to do and we can ill afford to tarnish Torstein's reputation so early in life."

Though Snofrid would have argued more, she saw that Cundo would not brook disagreement in this matter and so she aceded, silently cursing the power the other woman had as the Dowager Countess.

And so Gudrod Galtung came to serve the Count of Agder and Mide as Court Marshal.

May 8th 1075: County of Agder

The banquet hall was filled with many tasty dishes to eat and the excellent acoustics provided for the songs played by the court musicians to carry throughout the entire area.

Count Torstein, five years old on this day, sat at the head of the table and happily chewed on a turkey leg, oblivious to the heated argument that was going on in another corner of the room.

"You *will* marry a man and leave this court, Snofrid. Torstein will be all the more acclaimed for it, and that is what Lodin would have wanted, for his son to become more famed and respected."

"I will *not*, Cundo. I have served this court faithfully in my duties for nigh on to nine years now, and I will not be turned out of doors so easily as that. Besides, the thought of marriage is a distasteful one to me, as you well know."

The quarrel was interrupted by spirited trumpeting from outside the hall doors. A herald in blue and gold entered and announced in a strong baritone, "Announcing Her Royal Majesty, Queen Thora of Sweden!"

A murmur rushed through the crowd as the former courtier now stepped across the treshold. Thora Bjelke had never looked more beautiful than she did in this moment. Flush with the ecstacy of intense happiness, she was stunning in a gown of royal blue and many a young man in attendance fell instantly in love with her.

Followed by her small retinue of bodyguards, she smiled to all she saw as she made her way to the banquet table, bending down to give Torstein a hug that he found quite pleasing.

"So this is Lodin's son. Quite the handsome boy you're turning out to be! I understand someone here has a birthday today as well." The last was spoken with a coy smile on the Queen's lips as she winked at the other newcomers.

"For the last time, Cundo, I will not marry!" Snofrid's exclamation boomed off the walls and broke the Thora watchers out of their reverie, much to their loudly grumbled resentment.

Thora raised an eyebrow and stood up, her bearing proud and authorative as she looked over in the direction of the two women.

"But Snofrid, my dear... Marriage is a wonderful thing! Why, I've never been happier since I married my dear Erik. We've had four children together, and three of them still live. Knut, our oldest is a handsome and talented boy just a year older than little Torstein here."

The Spy Master stared, eyes wide with her scandalized state, "You betraying wench! I don't care if you're the Queen of Sweden! To me you will always be the worthless courtier who hadn't a thought in her head and just happened to be lucky enough to catch a King in his moment of weakness!"

Stunned silence swept over the room, all eyes fixed on the spectacle. Some were amused, some were horrified. Still others were gleeful, hardly able to wait until the time they could rush out and spread gossip of the day's events.

"Don't be mean to my birthday!" Torstein's lustful cry shattered the tension in the room and drew eyes to him. Indignant, the little Count stood up on his chair and announced, "Snofrid will marry because she was mean to my birthday!"

This was Torstein's first edict, given at his fifth birthday party. Though many who heard it laughed, it was quickly accepted as the law it was according to the feudal contract.

Unfortunately, despite continuous efforts by Cundo to find Snofrid a husband, by the fall of 1075, she still remain unmarried as all proposals were rejected. Most of the would-be husbands cited her age of 26 as cause for concern, for they felt she would not be able to produce them heirs.

Also in that autumn, Torstein chose to receive training from Marshal Gudrod and served in the army. Perhaps it was a direct result of Gudrod's well-known cowardaice, but after three short months of training, Torstein became quite lazy.

This did not bode well for the future of the of Agder family.


Looks like I was wrong about the Kingdom of Sweden being in bad hands because of Thora

Torstein.. hoah boy.

I think this boy's gonna have some PROBLEMS

Reading this dynasty it seems like there might be enough new things in CK to make me fire it up again sometime.

Starting as a count and becoming a Duchy is one of my favorite things to do. Your recounting of the tales is great and I liked your summary a good deal and hope that there will be many more rulers to follow.

SirFozzie: Torstein? Problems? Nah. I'm sure he'll grow up to be a perfectly normal, well-adjusted boy. :D

Barkeep49: Thanks! I'm glad you're liking the dynasty so far. :) I have to agree, the new beta patches really make a significant difference in the playability and enjoyment of CK. I'm using the May 13th beta at the moment, though the latest one is for June 3rd.

January 13th 1077: County of Agder

The fall of 1075 also witnessed an influx of moneylenders in Mide, who were drawn to the county as a result of two factors: primo, the lack of a strong central authority to regulate them and secundo, the domination of the nobility over the Church in ecclesiastical matters. Pleased with the influx of money, which once more restored the bottom line to around two goldoons profit a month, Torstein, and more importantly his regency council, freely allowed the newcomers reign, despite the Papacy's strident objections and murmurings among the devout in both counties that the boy-count was showing sacreligious leanings.

This proved to be an important event, for after a year and a half of quiet and stability in Torstein's reign, news of the immigration at long last spread to the County of Agder. Emboldened by the report, the burghers gathered together outside the count's dwelling, protesting the realm codex of feudal contract.

"Your father enslaved us, sire! Now is your chance to right his wrong and free us! Do away with the tyranny of feudal law and return to the freer customs we enjoyed in the time before him!"

"Free us! Free us! Free us!"

"FREE US! FREE US! FREE THE BURGHERS AND THE PEASANTS!"

As the mob's cries grew louder, the court watched from the security of curtains placed in front of the high windows.

"Torstein, dear, the right thing to do would be to heed the people's cries. Give them their freedom and you will be all the more loved for it," counseled his mother.

"Absurd! Your mother is wrong as usual, Your Lordship. Give into these unruly ingrates and they will demand more and more, until you have nothing left. They mock you, think you just a little boy. If you surrender to them now, you will never be respected in your own territory." Snofrid was adamant in her opposition to Cundo. The shame the Spy Master felt at the young Count's fifth birthday feast still had not been forgotten, nor the source of it forgiven.

Marshal Gudrod coughed and stepped in, "Your Lordship. Remember what I told you during last week's lesson."

Torstein listened to each of these points, smiled at his tutor, and stepped to the window, throwing back the curtain. His six-year old voice, though high-pitched, carried, reaching out to the protestors below.

"My people! You are either for me or not for me! If you are for me, leave! If you are not for me, Gudrod will make you!"

A buzz broke out over the hive for a few minutes before the demonstrators' leader, a mildly wealthy merchant named Heinrich Stradson, shouted back up at his lord, "We will not leave until you agree to change the laws, Sire!"

"Then you are not for me!" Rage purpling his slender face, Torstein turned and marched back to his court, nodding to his marshal, "Gudrod, take the guards and kill them all."

Gudrod bowed, "As you wish, Your Lordship", and started to make his way for the door.

"No, child! You can not kill innocent people who are only asking to be free! Not even your father would approve of this!" Grief and horror warred on his mother's face, tears trickling down her cheeks.

Snofrid said nothing, too shocked at the turn of events to speak.

"They are not for me, Mother. They must learn!"

A mere forty-five minutes later, three hundred and seven corpses became the new grass of a lawn turned red with blood.

On a pike before the main entrance sat Heinrich Stradson's head, a grisly reminder and warning to all those who would dare to oppose the boy Count in any way.

February 3rd 1077: County of Agder

In spite of the warning, shortly after the Massacre of Agder, as it came to be called, the burghers and peasants took arms, declaring themselves in open rebellion against Torstein and the regency council.

All income from the province was now uncollectable and the situation looked quite precarious indeed for the young nobleman.

Then, in the first few days of February, the strangely precocious Torstein devised a plan.

"They fear and respect me now in Europe because I said no. I read a little of Father's diary last night. He wanted to be Duke. I will be Duke and I know how I will be Duke."

The court stared at him, but none dared to question the suddenly bold and daring youth. Instead, they waited for their liege to continue.

Torstein stepped off the throne and smiled at all of them in a way they found strangely unsettling. Something had happened to him at the Massacre of Agder, but none of them knew just quite what it was.

"I had a dream last night. In that dream, Father came to me and told me that our family once ruled Dublin County. I must have what is mine. I will be the Count of Dublin. Mother, write the paper Father told me about and send it to every court in Europe."

Had Lodin truly come from beyond the grave to instruct his son? It was a question that weighed on each court member's mind, but none gave serious thought to voicing it, or even to hint at objection to the youngest of Agder's declaration. They were all far too afraid of him now.

By nightfall, the claim was out, and Cundo cried in her room as she had not since Sigrid's death. First she had lost her daughter, then her husband. Now she had lost her son.

Worse yet, unbeknownst to her, accompanying the claim on Dublin was a declaration of war against the Duke of Leinster.

Once more, the banner of the of Agder family would fly on the battlefield.


Perhaps it's that marital education that has turned him so bloodthirsty and unpious...


The faithful Tutor-Marshal

Good thing he has such good stewards (even if the Marshal is a coward :D)

Man this makes me want to fire up my Romte:Total War game. :)

SirFozzie: I prefer to think of Gudrod as absolutely loyal rather than cowardly. :D And yep, I *heart* the Steward with 12 rating.

Neon Chaos: Thanks. :) Isn't it funny how reading dynasties can make you want to either get or play a game?

Quite an ambitious agenda for having a regency. I am going to miss Torstein when he gets older since one would expect he'll be a LITTLE less petulant.

Blood-thirsty little bugger...kind of reminds me of the little girl in the Bible who asked for and got John the Baptist's head on a platter....

Barkeep49: :D One would hope he'd be a little less petulant, but one never knows what's going to happen. And yeah, I'm suprised at the ambitiousness of Torstein and his aggressiveness in this regency period.

Wolfpack: I didn't know that bit about John the Baptist. Thanks for the info. :) Blood-thirsty is definitely one way to describe Torstein. ;)

How soon do provinces usually get unrazed (like Mide). Before I got tired of CK, in my game (Long Live the Duke of Luxembourg!!) a province stayed in the war-torn state for 3 generations & never did change.

I could've just edited the save file, but that would be cheating!

They do eventually recover. Mide was handed over to Lodin in September of 1070 (though I just noticed there's a discrepancy in dates. The original listing is the 9th, whereas Ingebrigsten's summary has it on September 29th. Ah well, I'll sort that out later, or maybe it can be one of the controversies surrounding the of Agder line. :D)

I don't recall exactly when it was recovered, but it was sometime between 1070 and 1080, where I currently am in gametime. I want to say it was about 1076 or somewhere in there?

In any event, nothing like the three generations you were experiencing. ;)

May 14th 1077

Just six days after Torstein's seventh birthday, tragedy struck the court.

Diocese Bishop Vigleik Bjelke was found dead in his bed.. with a dagger separating his ribs in a way that such things should never be. Attached to it was a letter declaring, "This is what happens to the heretics who serve a tyrant. The people will be free!"

"Cowards! They are cowards!" cried Torstein as he gazed upon the body. Cundo brushed tears out of her eyes and nodded as she stood beside her son. Even the dowager Countess could not countenance such vile acts, no matter how noble the cause of the people was to her.

The young Count tore off the note, crumpled it up, and tossed it into the nearby hearth, "They will pay." In truth, he did not care so much about the death of Vigleik himself, as Torstein had no use for religion. Rather, assassinating the courtier was showing a lack of respect to his rule, and it was this that Torstein could not countenance.

A week later, a funeral was held for the former Bishop. Not many attended; it was mostly the nobility and a scattering of devout citizens who did not condone the murder either.

Also there was Queen Thora of Sweden, now heavy in the face with lines of sadness caused by the death of her beloved cousin. Vigleik had always been one of her favourite relatives and she had been joyful upon hearing of his post in the of Agder court.

Wanting to take her mind a little off of her grief, she turned to Torstein after viewing Vigleik's body and asked, "How goes your fight in Dublin?"

"We are winning. Marshal Gudrod is a great fighter. An army is attacking Mide, but they won't win. King Olaf and King Svein will help us too. I hope Duke Murchaid will recognize me as the rightful Count of Dublin soon."

Thora smiled and gently tousled the boy's hair, "I hope so too, dearest Torstein. By the way, I brought Knut with me. Did you want to go and play with him?"

The boy smiled in turn and nodded, "Yes!" Though bloody and capable, Torstein still was a seven-year old and sometimes missed the company of peers his age.

And so saying, the two youngsters dashed off to cavort with one another. Queen Thora tilted her head to the side and watched them at play, quietly musing to herself on the years since she had ascended the throne of Sweden.

So much death, so much war, and yet so much hope, too. Was there the prospect of peace for Europe in these two children? She believed it might be true and that some day they might be allies, standing side by side to bring new stability and prosperity to both the Isles and the Continent, an era of glory unlike Europe had ever known before.

November 1st 1077

A peace was concluded on June 18th whereby the Duke of Leinster agreed to pay three goldoons for the end of the war. Torstein accepted this arrangement due to the danger of Mide falling to Murchaid and summoning the Agder regiment would be far too costly to consider.

King Olaf of Norway, however, had other plans, and attacked the County of Dublin in the fall, quickly crushing Leinster's resistance and laying seige to the city. Before it could be completed, however, peace was agreed to, with Olaf receiving 16 goldoons for his generosity.

"We must strike again while Leinster is weak, my lord" offered Gudrod at the supper table one night in Agder.

"It will hurt Torstein's influence to declare war on the Duke so soon after their peace. We can not risk it!" Cundo had long since tired of all the bloodshed and battling, and longed for a return to peace.

"I must agree with your mother, Torstein. The treasury simply won't support it." Though Spy Master she may have been, Snofrid in point of fact made a better Steward and was often obsessed with sums.

The boy addressed finished ripping away a piece of lamb from his leg and announced, "Marshall Gudrod is right. We go to war. I will be Duke. I do not care about the cost."

Gudrod smiled, "It is done, Your Lordship."

The women sighed unhappily and in unison. Ironic, the first time they'd ever acted in concert... and they'd failed.

December 27th 1077

"No! Noooo! Nnnnnoooooooooooooo!!!!!!!"

His face marred by the unceasing flow of tears, Count Torstein threw his seven-year old body on the dirt, wailing and screaming.

"I hate you God! I hate you I hate you I hate you!!!! I hate God!!!!"

Bruised and beaten from his flailing kicks and punches, Cundo and Snofrid stood watch over the grief-ravaged boy from a safe distance.

"Poor boy. His best friend in the world is now gone. Such a shame." How much Cundo had been forced to witness in the years since she married Lodin! It was enough to turn any heart bitter, all save for the most pure of them, as the dowager Countess's was.

"It's a good thing, I say. The man had entirely too much influence on the boy. Perhaps now we can turn him to the right path." Ever pragmatic, Snofrid refused to have any sympathy, for sympathy was a waste of resources.

On March 17, 1078 Duke Murchaid of Leinster officially ceded the County of Dublin to Torstein.

But Torstein could find no joy in his victory.

For Marshal Gudrod was dead.


The unhappy Tri-County Count Torstein

April 12th 1080: County of Agder

1078 was an unremarkable year, as Torstein and the three counties under his rule sought to repair themselves after the years of strife.

The year 1079 was notable for two reasons: First, Torstein gained a new tutor when a bishop sent to Agder by the Pope turned out to be a passable military mind and was so appointed the new marshal. Second, word of the Massacre of Agder had now spread to every capital in Europe and Torstein was by and large considered a cruel leader for ordering the slaughter.

In 1080, the relative peace of the last two years was once again broken.

"Your Lordship! There's a priest in Mide who is preaching against you and urging the locals to arms! His name is Father Liam Flannery and he means to force you to surrender Mide to the Church."

Cundo and Snofrid exchanged uneasy glances over the Count's head, while the bishop-Marshal just sat there, eating an apple with a glazed look in his eyes.

"Bring him to me. I will talk to him and everything will be fine again." Torstein smiled warmly at the messenger, who voiced his assent and exited the room.

"That's wonderful of you, Torstein! I'm so proud of you my son!" The count's mother could not conceal her delight at the more humane path being taken in this venture.

"Yes, very good indeed." In counterpoint, the Spy Master was not so enthused as the dowager Countess, but Snofrid had ceased to become excited about anything since Lodin's death.

Torstein simply smiled at them both, saying nothing.

Two weeks later

Father Flannery turned out to be a squat man with a red face and the heavy jowls of a bulldog. Indeed, with his compact form, short legs, and mincing walk, and his expressions, the peasantry and more affluent non-nobility often called him the Bulldog Priest, though never to his face.

"Mide must be returned to the Mother Church, Count Torstein! Your home is here in Norway. What need do you have with the Irish? Appoint Father Galtung to be Bishop of a new Bishophoric of Mide and the people everywhere will love you for your piety."

Torstein glanced sidelong at Trond, who presently was eating a group of grapes. A distant cousin of former Marshal Gudrod's, he did not show quite the military acumen that his relation had, but more than made up for it with his penchant for gluttony. After a few moments of study, he turned back to stare down at the defiant curate.

"I will not give up my teacher and I won't give up Mide! It's too important to me. You are not for me. Trond, remove this man's head!"

The friar did not attempt to flee, but instead allowed the guards to bring him down to a kneel, the ruddy face turned up nobly towards the boy-Count of three domains, his grey eyes gleaming with anger.

"Though you kill me this day, Count Torstein of Agder, you will come to rue your actions. If you are not punished here on this Earth, then God will damn your soul!"

These were the last words Father Flannery ever spoke, for in the next second, Marshal Trond's blade swung down and cleaved the priest's head from his shoulders. Blood sprayed everywhere, most of it getting on Torstein's royal regalia.

Snarling, the Count descended from his throne and stomped his small foot hard on the dismembered head's nose, shattering it.

"Heretic! Give his head to Mide!"

And so it came to pass that Father Flannery's head was shipped back to Mide and publically displayed.

Riots broke out immediately in Mide and the situation was once more dire for the of Agder family.

Already eight goldoons in the red, they now bled half a goldoon a month.

Mide and Agder were both in revolt and Dublin was still recovering from the scars of Olaf's pillage. Furthermore, Torstein was now widely condemned as a pagan barbarian throughout Europe.

Would tyrant Torstein recover from the blows? Or would the promise that the of Agder family once showed shrivel up and die away like the last leaf of fall?


The belatedly added new Marshal. Older than his cousin was when Gudrod died.

Is he intentionally trying to get people angry, or is it because he's not quite 10 yet that makes his penchant for blood (not to mention a severe lack of tact) a bit higher than it would be for saner rulers? I think Hitler was a bit kinder in his youth....

True, but Hitler just had a civil-servant father who he argued with constantly to deal with. ;)

I think his lack of tact is a combination of his being not quite 10 and the fact that his education has come from Marshals that aren't the most diplomatic of individuals. :D

As for his bloody appetite, some children are born with an inherent propensity for evil and I think that's not only true in Torstein's case, but it was accelerated by the death of his father and the assumption of responsibilities that he had to take on at such a young age.

July 18th 1080: County of Mide

In June of 1080, moneylenders in Mide distressed by the growing tensions caused by the unrest in the county fled to Dublin, a move that both damaged Torstein's already ravaged religious reputation and proved to be quite wise...

"To arms, People of Mide! We must rid ourselves of the tyranny of the godless boy, Torstein! Our freedom is worth everything! Fear not death, for in dying, God shall reward you with a place in the kingdom of Heaven! Today is the day that we fight for our people and our home. Today is the day that we shall have victory!"

Just over two hundred throats roared approval at their leader's stirring speech and in the next moment, they surged forth in a giant body to storm the walls of the small hill fort that held the royal garrison.

Behind the walls of that defensive structure, Marshall Trond Galtung stood watching the approaching partisans while he sipped his beer.

"Huh, so Kerry O'Donnell thinks God is on his side? Well, we'll just see about that. Liam, get me my sword and sound the alarm. We're going out to meet that bunch of rabble and we'll have them beaten before lunch."

Liam, a freckle-faced Irish lad of fourteen, nodded solemnly as he scampered off to do as his master bid.

As he ran to the bell in the centre of the fort to ring it, the boy's thoughts wandered outside. It was a shame that this was coming to bloodshed, but that was the way of the world today. Besides, the battle was inevitable. Kerry had been one of the original moneylenders who had migrated to Mide and he had refused to leave when the others did, insisting that Mide was his home and that he was going to be damned if he let some strapling influence his life.

"I'm sorry, Uncle", whispered Liam as he rang the bell, summoning the troops, "I know you wanted me to fight for you, but you're wrong this time. The Count's just a kid and I bet he's scared. I know I'd be scared too and maybe I'd do the same things he's done. I don't know. All I know is, it's wrong to fight against your master. God isn't with you now."

609 professional troops versus 218 amateur patriots.

As Trond raced out of the fort gates at the head of his force to meet the rushing rebels, one couldn't help but think that this time, God was a gambler who favoured the percentages.

And the percentages lay with the bishop-general.

August 2nd 1080: County of Mide

Lunch came almost a month late.

Bolstered by the addition of more freedom fighters, O'Donnell's numbers swelled to 245 men, allowing them to prolong the battle. Over the course of the two weeks that followed the initial charge, the two armies were all square on the field, with the Mideans even appearing to have the upper hand in numbers killed.

Then, on the night of August 2nd, Trond had a plan.

In his tent, he announced to Liam, "Kerry is doing well, too well, in fact. I tire of toying with him and I will end it tomorrow morning. He has no knights in his company, so I will take ninety of my best chevaliers and tomorrow morning, we will charge and scatter them!"

The preparations were made and at dawn, all was ready.

The royal horsemen stood in a long line of fifty that stretched all across the battlefield. Early sunlight shooting out of lustrous pink-blue clouds made their lances and armour glitter, dazzling those who dared to look at them. All stared grimly ahead and not a word was spoken.

Before them was their commander, Trond Galtung. Unlike his men, he did not wear heavy armour, nor had lance or sword at his side. The sun did not gleam off of him, but instead bathed him in a halo of light that was mesmerising to watch. In his full bishop's regalia, he held his mace aloft and looked coldly across the field at the remainder of Kerry O'Donnell's army.

With great ceremony and in absolute silence, Trond swung the mace down.

Fifty men charged forth. The terrible thunder of their horse's hooves preluded the lethal lightning of their lances striking home in the bodies of the Mideans.

The storm of God's judgement was unleashed upon Kerry O'Donnell's defiant rebels.

Six days later, the squall had ended and all who opposed it were dead.

Kerry O'Donnell's head stood watch over the meadow and Trond Galtung was celebrated as a hero.

Apparently, God took the Mideans, but not to win outright, just against the spread....

:D Indeed and cover the spread they did.

September 26th 1080: County of Mide

In late August, another motley citizen army assaulted the fort of Mide, led by James O'Donnell, Kerry's brother. He was soon joined by Frances O'Mide, one of the county burghers, who added another 170 men to the cause. All told, 384 rebels rose up to fight for their freedom.

Once again, Marshal Trond Galtung countered with the royal army, but this time, thanks to a foolish charge that was an attempt to repeat the glory of the formal battle, he suffered heavy losses and was disgraced throughout the three counties.

Nonetheless, superior numbers and troops eventually won the day on September 26th for the royals, though Trond would never again be as good a commander as he once was.

March 13th 1081

"I'm sorry, Your Lordship."

"This is not right! Why do bad things always happen to me?!"

Torstein was greatly displeased at the messenger's news and for a moment considered having the man's head cut off, but decided upon reflection that it was too passe`.

None in the court answered the question, though it was obvious to Cundo that her son was being punished by God for the cruelties that he had inflicted upon the people.

"Trond, cut off his man parts and feed them to my dog! But don't cut them off here. I don't want my floor to be ugly like you."

The Marshal bowed as lowly as his sixty-year old arthritis-ravaged knees would allow him to, "Of course Your Lordship."

"No, don't, Sire! I can not help what happened!" Though heartfelt, the messenger's pleas were unavailing. In short order, Trond and the guards dragged him off to a secluded room not far from the throne area, his screams shortly thereafter piercing the hearts of those kind souls who had the misfortune to it. Moments later, there was a sloshing sound of slurping and noisy chewing as Torstein's bulldog enjoyed his unexpected delicacy.

"I want to be alone! Go away!"

The court complied, exiting two-by-two. Once outside the doors, the dowager countess whispered to the spy master, "He's getting out of control.. I wish there was something we could do."

Snofrid shrugged, "There isn't. We are only women, after all."

Inside, Torstein banged his small fist on the arm of his throne, glaring up at the ceiling as if God were within the beams.

"You'll pay for making Dublin a desert! By all that I love, you'll pay, God!"


The reckless old man

January 1, 1082: County of Agder

The remainder of 1081 was a mixture of fortunes for Torstein's domain, as Dublin recovered at long last from the ravages of war four days before his eleventh birthday and the ledgers at last began showing a profit again.

However, by August, news of his announcements against God had spread throughout Europe, causing the boy Count to be viewed as a sceptic and arbitrary in his application of law. This made the tax collectors working under him much less inclined to follow the edicts of the court and hence income was reduced.

The bottom line was further injured when it was discovered in September that the farmers of Agder, in an act of passive aggression against the Count, had ill-prepared the soil, making for a bad crop and an even lower profit each month.

It was just before the New Year that the greatest blow occurred.

"Eleven goldoons have been found missing from the treasury, sire!" The Chief Accountant trembled at the knees as he reported this new hit to the pockets of the Three Counties.

"What?! I want every man, woman, and child in this castle searched! You will find my money!" Red-faced, Torstein stomped down from the throne to stare at the Chief Accountant with eyes of hate, "You are lucky that you are the only one who can do your job, or I would kill you."

"Yes, sire. Very good sire." The head financial man bowed and raced out of the room before the bloodthirsty young jackal could change his mind.

"This is bad! When I find out who stole my money, they will pay!"

Silent stood the court in the storm of Torstein's latest rage. They had never seen him this angry before, and so none moved even the slightest of an inch. It was as if the tiny tyrant were addressing an assembly of statues.

All save one, that is. In the corner of the room, Stewardess Eldrid Sparre smiled to herself.

Perhaps this would teach him a lesson about abusing his subjects, she thought.

June 9th 1082: County of Agder

On Count Torstein's twelfth birthday, the rebels in Mide once again struck the garrison but they were quickly wiped out by Trond's forces, eradicated by the 26th of May.

A day and month after the inssurrection began, a bishop arrived at the court of Agder, sent by the Pope to fulfill the spot of diocese priest that Trond was originally intended to take.

"Take advantage of this opportunity, my son! His Holiness is giving you a chance to begin to redeem yourself in the eyes of the Church!" Torstein's mother eyes glistened with tears as she pleaded for her son to accept the man and pay for his journey there.

Her son had other plans, however.

"No! I hate God and I won't allow a bishop of his in my court! Send him away and send him away now!"

And so the holy man was banished from the county and Torstein, now twelve years old, became even more reviled than ever by those of a religious nature. Some began to openly wonder if he would perhaps not be excommunicated by the time he reached the age of majority.

Troubling times for the Tri-Count and his demense, indeed...


The incredibly talented Stewardess


About the only way he'll be a saint is if Satan starts his own unholy saints' society...

July 5th 1082: County of Agder

"...His Holiness Pope Anselm I hereby orders Count Torstein of Agder, Count of Agder, Dublin, and Mide, to atone for his scepticism and return to the Holy Catholic Church. Forty-six and one-half goldoons are to be paid to the Church as a sign of Torstein's renewed troth with the One True Church."

The papal messenger finished the lengthy missive and rolled up the parchment, looking up at the boy in wait for his answer. While in normal instances, it would be the regency council he would look to, the regents had long since lost whatever power they may have once had.

"May I see the paper?" inquired Torstein with the wide eyes of innocent youth as he stepped down from the throne.

After a moment's hesistation, the envoy nodded and turned over the scroll to the boy-count.

Torstein solemnly unrolled the message and set it down on the floor, studying it for a few moments. Then, with a viscious snarl, he took down his trousers and urinated on the holy writ as the shocked audience looked on, declaring hotly, "I piss on the Pope! That is my answer!"

The emissary paled, quaking with rage. Such an affront to the Papacy had never before been committed in all his years of serving the Vatican, "Your soul will be damned for this, Count Torstein! I only pray that one day you will turn from this dark path and return to the light!"

So saying, the messenger stormed out of the room, not daring to touch the soiled document.

Torstein laughed as he watched the man go, the sound keening to the ears of the court women.

Cundo whispered to the other two female officeholders, "I fear greatly for my son's soul, even more than I ever feared for my husband's."

Snofrid and Eldrid nodded, covertly making the sign of the cross while Torstein wasn't looking.

Was redemption possible or was Torstein already damned?

The answer came soon.

Two weeks later, Torstein was excommunicated from the Church.

Cundo cried, Eldrid wept, and even Snofrid sobbed. Trond began to doubt whether this boy was the right master to serve.

Torstein alone remain unaffected, save to swear even greater revenge on the Pope.

In his bedroom, he whispered fiercely to himself, "One day I will march on Rome! I will take the city and I will kill the Pope! This I swear!"

August 17th 1082: County of Agder

"Do you realize what this means, Your Lordship? We are in grave danger. The Duke of Connacht has a far more powerful army than we are able to command in our Irish possessions and he allied to the Duke of Ulster as well. Since you've been excommunicated by the Pope, I would not count on King Olaf helping you this time."

Snofrid's cheeks tensed as she gave the report from her spies in Ireland. Surely the boy would begin to see the dangers of his sacreligious policy now!

"You worry too much, Snofrid. King Olaf will still help me because he likes having Norwegians in Ireland and when I am Duke of Meath, people will think he's a great King because he has a Duke loyal to him, not just Counts."

The Spy Master stared at Torstein, unable to hide the surprise in her eyes. How was it that a twelve-year old boy was able to grasp the situation with such cunning? Snofrid privately wondered if perhaps Torstein was not Satan born in the guise of a boy, but said nothing of her thoughts.

"I only hope you are right, Your Lordship."

"Leave me now."

Snofrid nodded and left, still greatly troubled. In truth, the entire Irish question had become disturbing to her, for the natives of Mide were unrelenting in their desire for independence and now the Duke of Connacht had laid claim to the County of Agder.

Sighing, she decided to go to the little-used family chapel and pray... pray for Torstein's soul and for the future of the of Agder family. It seemed only divine intervention could save them now.


You know you have to be evil to the core when the Pope excommunicates you and you're only 12 years old...


The claiming Duke of Connacht revives the Irish theatre of war by claiming Agder

I love this dynasty.

Thanks, illinifan. That really made my morning. :) In fact, it made my morning so much, I'm going to fire off another update before I go into work this morning. :D

September 2nd 1082: County of Agder

"Why are we still paying money to the Church? The Pope has excommunicated me! The fat priests don't deserve money! We won't donate any more!"

Torstein's face flushed with fury as he looked at the accounting parchment for the first time in his life, the red number by the Church expenses vexing him beyond all sanity.

Clearing her throat, Cundo stepped forward, "My son, the Church helps our subjects. I know you are angry with His Holiness, but the Catholic Church does good works. Let not your personal feud get in the way of helping those who need it most."

"I will not stand for it, Mother! No more money for the Church and let the clergy have no power in any of my counties!"

From across the room, Snofrid interjected, "Your Lordship, do what you will with Agder and Mide, but I plead you to leave Dublin alone. There is your only province that is profitable and if you upset the balance there, you will once again begin to go into debt."

"All right, Snofrid. I will leave Dublin alone." To Torstein, money had become the most important thing, superseding everything else.

For it was only with money that he could at last become Duke...

July 25th 1083: County of Agder

The most immediate effect of slashing the Church donations to nothing was that the Tri-Counties were now showing two and one third goldoons profit a month, nearly double what the original showing was.

On October 12th, 1082, the Mideans rebelled for a fourth time and stormed the fort. Once more, they were crushed by Marshal Trond Galtung's forces by November 3rd. Some began to think that the insurrection was at last starting to die down, for just one hundred and seventy-five fighters challenged the Norwegian garrison this time, the lowest of any attempted overthrow.

Due to the increased power of the burghers in Agder from the crushing of the clergy, towns and hamlets grew in size and economic might, restoring the county to its usual levels of wealth. Unfortunately, this made no difference to the royal treasury, for the county remained in revolt.

This did not sit well with Torstein.

Pacing in his room, he clenched his newly-teenaged hands, growling at the walls, "All this wealth Agder and Mide should be producing, but they're not! I should be making more, much more money than I am now! I need money! I need to be Duke!"

Thusly weighed under by financial concerns and the expectations that he felt his dead father would have wanted him to fulfill, Torstein became, in addition to his numerous other flaws, stressed.


One of the biggest sources of stress in thirteen-year old Torstein's life

October 12th 1083: County of Agder

The unthinkable had happened.

Enraged at their loss of power, the clergy in the County of Agder had banded together with some of the pious peasantry to form a holy citizen army. Just over a hundred strong, they now marched upon the dwelling of Torstein and his court, brandishing whatever means of weapons they could find along the way.

"Do away with them, Trond" Torstein was bored with these rebellions and hoped they would end soon.

And so Trond rode out with his men to do battle with the fanatically devout rebels.

But this was not the end of troubles, for on October 29th, while the battle was still being waged in Agder, the ever-active rebels in Mide struck yet again. Now two rebellions were being waged simultaneously.

Would this domestic strife ever end for Torstein?

The revolts proved to be more than a minor annoyance, however, as the Agderese priest-led army was destroyed by the 3rd of November and by November 22nd, Mide's rebels had likewise been crushed.

March 18th 1085: Duchy of Smaland

The local church gonged its wedding bells, the courtyard filled to overflowing with all manner of people, from the Smalese citizens to every Scandanavian noble worthy of mention.

On this day, Duke Knut Stenkil, son of King Erik and Queen Thora of Sweden, was wed. Though just sixteen years old, the young noble was adored and loved by his subjects, hailed as a true hero to the Swedish people. The very model of a great Christian ruler, his grasp of military affairs, diplomacy, and finances were all quite remarkable and many hoped that it would be he that would succeed King Erik. Already he was second-in-line to the throne, behind the somewhat discontent Duke of Uppland, who had expressed displeasure at the nepotism.

Curiously enough, Duke Knut, though given freedom to choose his own bride, had decided to marry a girl of quite meagre talents, much as his father had when he married Thora so many years ago. Even in spite of this fact, or perhaps because of it, the King and Queen of Sweden gave their blessing, and so Knut was married to Alfhild Eka, a Swedish courtier.

Among those attending the ceremony and following reception was none other than the Count of Three Counties, Torstein of Agder. Some murmured their apprehension at seeing the cruel boy in their midst, though none spoke of it in earshot of the Norwegian noble.

During the reception, the groom spotted his best friend and smiled, crossing through the crowd to join him, "Do you have a moment, Torstein?"

"Always for you, Knut."

So saying, the two young men slipped away to a secluded grove, out of the range of hearing of the revelers.

Once there, the new Duke of Smaland picked up a small stone, rolling it around in his fingers a few moments before he spoke.

"Father will see to it that I am King after he joins our Lord in Heaven, I am sure. I will rule over Sweden fairly and justly and make it one of the greatest kingdoms in all of Europe.

Torstein nodded in silence, though a lance of pain drove through him at hearing the words. Already he felt a divide opening between himself and his closest coeval. He had already lost his father and his favourite tutor. Must he now lose his dearest friend of his own age as well?

Seeing the stress in his friend's eyes, Knut stepped forward and pressed the warm stone into Torstein's white hand, his grey eyes solemn.

"And when I am King, I hope that you will be King, too. We will ally then, Torstein, and together we will drive the infidels from Europe! A new, great Christian Empire will be forged out of the ashes of the pagan and Moorish strongholds! We will reclaim Jeruselam and drive out the Saracens! Together, you and I, side by side!"

Silence was Torstein's immediate answer as he accepted the stone. What did he care for a Christian Empire? He had some time ago forsworn God and even made an oath that he would drive the Pope out of Rome. Still, there was something in Knut's eyes that touched Torstein in a way he hadn't been since Gudrod died...

"How am I to be King, Knut? Olaf's family is strong and they will not give up the throne! I'm not even Duke yet, like you are!"

A smile touched the Duke of Smaland's lips as he leaned in and grasped the Tri-Count's fisted hands.

"Ireland, Torstein. You will have enough money in a few years to proclaim yourself the Duke of Meath. Then you must wage war against the other Dukes until you are able to make yourself the one true King of Ireland. Then, after you are crowned, we will unite! I swear it!"

Torstein swallowed, fighting back the sting of tears that brushed on the edges of his eyes. He must not cry, he must not cry.. he must not show weakness here. Opening his palm and displaying the stone, his voice became no more than a hoarse whisper.

"Then let us swear this oath together, Knut! Let us become blood brothers here and now, forever bound together!"

Knut smiled once more, his eyes glittering with happiness, "Yes, let us!"

Three minutes later, Duke Knut Stenkil of Smaland had become eternally bound for the second time that day.

The visionary wish Queen Thora had so many years before was now one step closer to becoming a reality.


Torstein's best friend comes of age


Knut's new wife


The current heir to the Swedish throne

Brilliant. Can't wait for the next update. :) Definitely good stuff.

Thanks. I'm really glad you're liking it. :) Next update comes now, by the way. ;)

September 15 1086: County of Agder

Torstein's veins hummed in ecstacy. At long last, it was *his* turn. No more would he be forced to watch that fat, gluttonous cleric lead his armies against the Tri-County's enemies. Now, it would be *him* leading the charge.

Outside the castle walls were ringed 115 rebels. They had taken courage from Trond's earlier prolonged assault on the Midean rebels, who had revolted yet again earlier in the year. Too, these faithful, for many of them were once again of the clergy, sought to test the mettle of the newly adult Torstein.

It was a test that Torstein passed with flying green and gold colours. He lost just 70 men compared to all 115 of the rebels losing their lives by the third of October.

For his first campaign, the Count considered it an excellent victory.

As he sat on his horse overlooking the valley in which the bodies of the rebels lay, his thoughts turned the way of marriage, much as his father's had on that midwinter night just hours after William was crowned King of England.

His mother had wanted to him to marry a good Christian girl of unreproachable scruples. Snofrid, his cousin, simply wanted a girl of good talents to join the court. Eldrid the stewardess expressed no opinion and Marshal Trond had been too busy eating to contribute to the discussion.

But he knew. Torstein knew exactly who he wanted to marry and he swore that he would have her, no matter how many times he must ask for her hand...


The newly and allegedly mature Torstein

Damn. Torstein looks like the heretic, heartless bastard that he is. :) Great pic.

Brilliant.. absolutely brilliant.. found the dynasty today and read through it from post #1 to #43 in one sitting. Excellent stuff.. you've even made me scour the web to find where I can get a hold of this game.. seems to be out of stock everywhere. :(

It is available for download at www.paradoxondemand.com

I have found it addictive.

What he said.

I can only add on top of what the others said. This is in my mind the best dynasty I have read on this board in a few months. I read through that in one sitting, and despite Europa II killing my interest in this game before it was released, i now plan on purchasing it within the next few days. Damn you and your amazing dynasty!

I just purchased it from www.ebgames.com.

Wow, so many great comments! :) Let me address them one by one.

Neon Chaos: I agree it's a wonderful pic! Though I didn't notice until now the devilish aspects of it. That forked beard, the evil gleam in his eyes.. perfect! :D

Coder: Thank you very much! I think it's the highest compliment that a dynasty writer can receive, when it makes someone else want to buy the game. As Samdari and gi mentioned, it's possible to buy it from a couple places online, including from Paradox directly. A word of advice though--when you get it, be sure and download up to the latest beta patch. The beta patches greatly improve the game on all levels. :)

Samdari: Thanks for pointing out the link and I agree, CK is a *very* addictive game. It's just too bad it has the smallest following of the Paradox games, though I would say it's also the most devoted group overall.

gi: Thank you! As I said, it's the best thing when a dynasty makes someone other than the writer buy the game. :) I'm really glad you're enjoying it.

Blade6119: Wow, thanks for the incredible praise! :) I don't know if I'd consider my own dynasty to be the best in the last few months, but I do like writing it and I'm happy you enjoy reading it as much as you do. :) As for EU2, I didn't care much for that game either, though I do own it. To me, CK is a lot more immersive and you develop a closer connection to the people you control and interact with.

gi: Thanks for giving another link people can get the game from! :)

November 1st 1086: County of Agder

"In his infinite and bountiful mercy, His Holiness Pope Anselm I has graciously permitted your Grace, Count Torstein of Agder of the Counties Agder, Dublin, and Mide, to return to the arms of the Mother Church and once more receive the Holy Sacrament of the Eucharist for the pittance of four hundred and twenty-five goldoons."

The sum demanded drew silent gasps from the three women of the court. It would set the Tri-County's finances back for decades. Still, even in spite of it, Cundo silently prayed that her son would accept the offer and redeem his soul. No earthbound glory could ever hope to complete with the glory of the Kingdom of Heaven in her eyes.

Trond Galtung, now the Diocese Bishop, sat at a table and said nothing, occupied as usual with stuffing his face, this time with cheeses. In the other corner of the room, the new Marshal, Olaf Gunn, was also silent. A far more religious and capable man than Trond, Olaf had simply showed up one day at the court and requested asylum. It was immediately granted by Torstein, who delighted in having the chance to have a younger and more talented tutor again.

"What does the Pope not understand? I told him before that I piss on him and my opinion of him has not changed! Go away and never disturb the peace of my court again!" Torstein's eyes gleamed with an acidic fury, the danger in them apparent to the Holy See's envoy.

Left with no other option, the Papal messenger simply bowed and left. Cundo's heart broke and all was still in the room, save for the slovenly sounds of Trond's munching.

A week and two days later, Torstein was proclaimed a heretic. His soul's damnation seemed all the more assured.

March 1st 1087: County of Mide

In January of 1087, the Agderese clergy rebelled again against Torstein and once more they were crushed.

Not to be outdone, the Mideans took to arms in February and so Marshal Olaf Gunn was sent out to defeat the insurrection in the first true test of his abilities. When the new month came, the rebels had just about been taken care of, when a golden opportunity arose.

"General Gunn, we've surrounded the O'Donnell house. Here is our chance to burn it to the ground and kill their entire line! Then we'll need not have any worry about dealing with their treachery any more!"

Olaf stood and surveyed the impressive three-story structure. The O'Donnells had continued to do well for themselves, even despite the death of their men, who often led the revolts. Much business came from patriots throughout Ireland who did not want to see a Norwegian with a strong presence on the mainland. To be rid of them and eliminate a snake whose fangs were quite an annoyance was a strong temptation.

"...No. It is not the Christian way to burn down the homes and slaughter the innocent members of other Catholic families. The traitors will be dealt with according to the proper laws. We will not inflict needless death, simply for the sake of slaking our thirst for revenge."

And so it was that because of the courage and restraint he showed in not destroying the O'Donnell line when he had ample opportunity to do so, Marshal Olaf Gunn was called a hero by the people of Mide and he became known throughout Europe as a merciful and forgiving man.


Torstein's peity hits negative triple digits


The new Marshal after the umpteenth Midean revolt

have to say that i am enjoying the dynasty as well, and now will buy the game in the near future.

I'm really glad to hear it on both counts. :) Thank you very much! :)

April 1st 1087: County of Agder

"I can no longer be in the service of such a heretical tyrant!" Eldrid's voice carried through the halls of the castle as she carried her belongings and marched towards the door.

"Please reconsider, Eldrid, please!" Cundo rushed after her, clinging on to the older woman's arm, her eyes brimming with tears.

The Stewardess sighed and set her bags down, turning to hug the Chancellor, "It's for the best, Cundo. I know you love your son, but I can't stand it here anymore. I'm leaving and nothing can change my mind. Snofrid is almost as good at money matters as I am. She will keep the treasury in good health."

Cundo nodded, wiping away her tears, "As you wish it... but where are you going?"

"The County of Shetland."

Before the younger of the two could express her shock and dismay, Eldrid was out the door with her bags, heading to the dock to board.

"The County of Shetland?!" wailed Cundo as she leaned against the wall, "That's the most remote, isolated place on earth!"

Only her echoes answered her.

May 17th 1087: Kingdom of Sweden

"Absolutely not! He has been excommunicated by the Holy Father, is a heretic, and is the laughingstock of Europe! I will *not* permit you to marry him, Hafrid!"

King Erik of Sweden's face reddened with anger as he stared at his wife and eldest daughter. Though he loved them both beyond compare, their insistence in this matter preplexed him to no end.

"But Father, if I marry him, maybe I can return him to God and bring him back to goodness! Oh, I do not think he is so cruel and mean a man as everyone says he is. Knut thinks he's a very kind and caring leader. He just needs another chance!" Hagrid resembled very much her mother in appearance, though her face was fuller and stronger in its contours, that taking after her father.

"Really dear, you should accept Torstein's proposal. As Hagrid said, maybe she can redeem him and besides, you owe the of Agder family a debt of honour you know. If it wasn't for Lodin, you wouldn't have ever been able to marry me."

Erik sighed at his wife's words and wiped his brow, "Yes, Lodin I would have done anything for. However the son is a far different animal. My answer is no and that is final."

The women stared unhappily at him, making the King quite uneasy. Still, he resolved to stay true to his stance.

And stay true he did, once more in May and three times more in June. Finally in July, seeing that Torstein would not give up his suit, and pressured even more by his daughter and wife, he at last relented and on July 27, 1087, Tri-Count Torstein of Agder and Princess Hafrid Stenkil were married, much to the elation of everyone save Erik, who still had misgivings.

The bonds between the of Agder family and the Kingdom of Sweden were now stronger than ever, and Torstein and Knut were now brothers in marriage as well as in blood.


70 gold! Only 30 gold away from being able to create the Duchy title! And look, a positive prestige! I think you know what's coming next...


I'd like to report that is the first time I've ever managed to marry the daughter of a king in a CK game.. hooray!

Both of them are 16, so there is a lot of time to turn Torstein around, but God fobid she's wrong about being able to. It'll be a long, ugly marriage otherwise. (Unless he knifes her in the middle of the night or something...) Then again, the Catholic Church may be more amenable to annulment considering he is a heretic and all....

Knut and Torstein have a plot afoot! :)

And nothing beats leaving for, of all places, "Shetland". *stifles giggle*

Wolfpack: Yep an annulment would be obscenely easy. :D As for if she can turn Torstein around or not, that remains to be seen. I'm loving this of Agder-Sweden ties that I've got going here though. :)

Neon Chaos: Indeed they do. ;) And yeah, I couldn't believe that crap either. Shetland of all places?! The big joke everyone likes to talk about is if you can get the County of Shetland to do a World Conquest.

August 12th 1087: County of Agder

"I tell you, His Lordship had my baby! This is his son I'm carrying with me!"

The slovenly, obese peasant woman continued to argue with the guards, fire in her eyes as she stood before the throne room.

"That's quite impossible, m'am. Count Torstein was a virgin when he took Hafrid to wife and he has stayed loyal to her ever since." Annoyed with this woman, the leftside throne guard was not about to allow her scandal any further.

"God knows the truth! God knows it, I tell you!" An angry finger jutted out accusingly at the man who dared oppose her claim, only to be swiftly chopped off with a swing of the guard's axe.

He kicked the digit over to her foot, his eyes calm as he looked upon the commoner's horrified face, "You have three minutes to take your finger and your bastard out of this castle. Do not attempt to disturb Count Torstein with your lies again."

News of the incident soon got out to the town and a few people thought Torstein more pious for his virtue of chastity. This was further confirmed when the peasant woman hanged herself three weeks later.

October 12th 1087: County of Agder

If there was ever a pair of people more in love than Torstein and Hafrid, the Tri-Count and Tri-Countess did not know who they were. Every waking moment they could, they spent in another's company and their nights were replete with the passion normally reserved for extramarital affairs.

After one such evening session, husband and wife lay in bed, snuggled against one another.

"Husband", murmured Hafrid, "You should use the influence you gained from our marriage to try and increase your territory in Ireland. Send out claims that the Bishopiric of Osraige and the County of Laidin belong to you."

"And why those two, my dear?" Torstein laughed as he nuzzled the blonde girl's neck.

"They are both under the domain of the Duke of Leinster. Osraige is vassal to Leinster's Duke and is a wealthy province besides. Laidin is Leinster's last personal domain. Then, after you've made yourself the Duke of Meath, announce to the world that the Duchy of Leinster belongs to you. You will then go to war with Osraige. Leinster will join in, naturally. Once you've captured both counties, all three titles will be yours for the taking and you will be that much closer to the crown."

"I like the way you think." A grin came over Torstein's lips as he listened to the plan.

Hafrid said nothing as she simply smiled and drew closer to her husband. She had her orders and she would carry them out to the fullest.

November 1st 1087: County of Agder

"He fights well but he can not lead men. Those two incompetents from the Galtung family ruined his learning."

Snofrid frowned. Olaf's report of Torstein's final examination was disturbing to hear, "So he is lost as a military commander then?"

The Marshal paused, then shrugged, "Not entirely. He is still an adequate commander as far as nobles go. His individual prowess will do much to inspire the men and make up for his absolute lack of tactical ability."

The Steward sighed, "I only hope you're right."

Though the Mideans rebelled twice in the first half-year of 1088, once in April and again in July, it was Olaf who put down the revolts, and so Torstein went untested.

In August of 1088, discontent Mideans, frustrated with their lack of success in Mide, traveled to Dublin to agitate the peasantry to revolt there, suspecting that larger numbers might lead to victory. They quickly found a receptive audience, for the peasants were furious at the insufficient amounts of manure in the county that had reduced its economy to a struggling one.

Though 257 men answered the call, the combined forces of Midean moneylender-backed troops and Dublin peasantry proved as equally ineffective as their next door neighbours, as Olaf's outstanding forces of 816 men obliterated the revolt with ease. Peace returned to Dublin immediately after.

December 8th 1088: County of Agder

"They're demanding seven goldoons, Your Lordship."

Torstein frowned at the news. He nearly had enough funds to declare himself the Duke of Meath and now this calamity had come about. Suffice it to say that he was greatly displeased.

"Husband, you do not have to pay the money outright. Give them the ransom they require and allow Olaf to repay us when he returns home." Hafrid smiled beguilingly as she stroked Torstein's back.

Across the room, Snofrid and Cundo were silent, though both hoped for success on part of the bewitching Spymaster wife.

"No. The people are said to love him after he spared the O'Donnell home in Mide. If they love so much, then let the Dubliners free him now of their own accord. They'll not receive so much as a single coin from me."

This chance at revenge for Olaf's impunity was far too great to pass up. And so the sentence was delivered, the messenger sent off with the reply.

On December 21st, Marshall Olaf Gunn's head was speared on a pike and became the new, grisly banner for the Dubliner rebels. That same day, the Agderese clergy, buoyed by the recent turn of events attacked the royal home with a fresh army.

Now led by faithful Liam, Marshal Gudrod Galtung's former squire, the royalists defeated the Dubliner rebels on December 28, 1088. The Agderese revolters were beaten back on January 23, 1089 by Torstein and his forces, the same day that Pope Anselm I's death was announced.

Elected to replace Anselm was Pope Stanislaw I, formerly the Archbishop of Krakow.

March 1st 1089: County of Dublin

The streets were filled near to overflowing with people, men in red, white, and gold liverly serving to control the crowd and ensure order. Despite the recent flareups caused by the O'Donnell branch hiding amidst the peasantry in Dublin, all the classes save the clergy in this county loved the young man now marching down the main thoroughfare of the city, flanked by his wife and his newly appointed Marshal and Diocese Bishop.

Torstein of Agder had finally fulfilled the dream of his father. He had become a Duke.

A roar of approval came over the watchers as Torstein ascended the throne and held aloft the crown of the Duchy that had been found tucked away in a dank corner of Dublin Castle.

When the noise had been abated, Torstein addressed the assembly with a solemn look, "My father Lodin would have loved to have seen this day. No longer are the of Agders simple Counts, but we are the Dukes of Meath!"

Another yell rippled through the crowd before Torstein held up his hand for silence and continued, his eyes gleaming now.

"We have accomplished this with the help of the nobles, the peasants, and the burghers. For those of you are a part of those groups, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. But there are also enemies in our midst... Enemies that must be vanquished."

The watchers gasped aloud when Torstein's finger turned and pointed to a high-towered, gleaming cathedral that dominated the centre of the town.

"The clergy wish to control us all! They want not only our souls, but our money and all of our possessions as well! We will not stand for this! The Church must be torn down and the priests and Papacy brought to account! But the bloated Church is not our only enemy... The O'Donnell family had that cathedral built on the backs of the peasantry and emptied out the purses of the nobles and the burghers to pay for it! They are greedy leeches who suck the life out of everyone they encounter! They are guilty of the crime of usury with excess interest that no good Christian would charge another! Death to the O'Donnells!"

"DEATH TO THE O'DONNELLS!" cried the masses, who, seized with the power of Torstein's oratory, broke away and stormed for the three-story O'Donnell residence that had been built shortly after the first Dublin rebellion.

That night, as the former moneylender complex burned and the Dubliner O'Donnells fled across the border back into Mide whence they'd originally come, Torstein stood outside on the larger balcony of his new ducal residence, smiling with savage glee as the high, crackling flames dominated the horizon.

Hafrid stepped outside and moved behind her husband, slipping her arms about his waist, whispering in his ear, "Enjoying the show, my love?"

"More than I've ever enjoyed anything, except for you" Still rapturous, Torstein kept his eyes fixed on the inferno.

"Mmm.. I do have bad news. Because you are Duke now, you will need forty times the influence you had when you were Count to be able to declare yourself the Duke of Leinster. With great power comes great responsibility."

A note of irritation snuck into the new Duke of Meath's mood, but the smell of burning wood came along just then and squashed the words he was about to snap out. Instead, he merely chuckled and leaned into the Duchess.

"No matter. I will make Mother the Countess of Agder. She does not like it here and wishes to stay by my father's grave. Furthermore, I think it would be wise to have my cousin Snofrid marry at last and for her husband, it should be Lodin Hjerne, the new Marshal. He is nearly as adept at finances as she, so they will have much in common to talk about when it comes to money. "

So it was spoken and so it was done.


The new Pope


At long last, an of Agder Duke!


Hmm the new Diocese Bishop looks to be as big a glutton as Trond Galtung is, who now has no position in Court after having been Marshal and Diocese Bishop. Looks like the Galtung influence is no more


Snofrid gets to marry a Lodin after all, just not the one she wanted to


Think she's still young enough to give me a super-Steward kid? I hope so...


I wonder if she'll remarry or if she'll stay faithful to Count Lodin's memory

March 25th 1089: Duchy of Leinster

"Aaaaaaaagggggghhh!!!!"

Torstein's scream tore through the air as the arrow from a Leinster archer's bow struck home, piercing through the layers of skin and only narrowly missing his heart.

Doubled over as blood welled forth in profusion from his wound, the Duke of Meath lifted his head and transformed his cry into a savage, bestial roar that inspired the troops and spurred them forward to assault Murchaid's forces with renewed vigour.

A few hours later, Torstein lay resting in his tent while the royal physician tended to his wound. A messenger arrived shortly thereafter, dusty and out of breath.

"Your Grace, Marshal Lodin fights bravely in Osraige but is outnumbered by the bishop's forces. We do not know if we will be able to win the day there."

The Duke grimaced and nodded, fighting the pain searing through his chest and mind.

"Tell him to hold fast. We'll finish here as soon as we can before sending a detachment to reinforce him."

Unfortunately, Lodin's forces fell before the support could arrive.

April 12th 1089: Duchy of Leinster

"Your Grace, the Bishop of Osraige has offered us peace and the sum of 79 goldoons if we will end the war with him."

Night had fallen by the time the emissary arrived and so Torstein was in his tent, having a quiet dinner of venison. The wound sustained earlier in the campaign still bothered him, but he did his best to ignore it. The sudden, unexpected missive did much to aid in this task.

His lips spreading into a feral grin, he nodded his approval, clapping the messenger hard on the back.

"Excellent. Go and tell the Bishop that we accept his terms."

The settlement would return the treasury to solvency and allow him to concentrate his battle on one front. Not to mention, the claim on the Bishoporic was still there, ready to be called upon whenever he should have need of it.

Yes, Torstein reflected, things were improving immensely.

Four days later, the Duke of Leinster also offered peace and 36 goldoons. He was rejected out of hand.

August 4th 1089: County of Agder

"Why must you go, Lodin? You have been an excellent marshal for my son and many speak of your bravery in battle."

Lodin shook his head, his lips tight and resolute against Countess Cundo's words.

"I am afraid I can no longer serve him, Your Ladyship. Torstein is a wicked man whose heart is filled with evil. This I will not bear a moment more. I am sorry."

Cundo frowned, "And what of Snofrid, your wife?"

"Rome has granted me an annullment. His Holiness understands that a good Christian as myself has no place in a heretic's court." Lodin was cool and matter-of-fact with his reply. In truth, he'd found Snofrid to be most disgusting a creature and she in turn had found him sorely lacking compared to the true Lodin in her heart.

Sighing heavily, Cundo accepted the Marshal's determination and stepped forward to embrace him, "I shall miss you, Lodin. Fare you well."

After he had departed, she turned her gaze to the sky. These were disturbing times for Torstein. His military head had just deserted him and he was gravely wounded to the point he had become ill.

Silently the Countess fell to her knees on the green earth of Agder and began to pray once more for her son, a son that never seemed to appreciate what she did...

September 30th 1089: Duchy of Leinster

"Your Grace! King Olaf's armies have arrived and come to aid us!"

Torstein smiled at the good tidings, wiping away the blood from his mouth after he coughed.

"Excellent. We will re-declare war on Osraige. All titles that we have laid claim to will belong to us in the end."

November 4th 1089: Duchy of Leinster

The Meath-Leinster War continued to rage unabated throughout the month of October, 1089. Numerous overtures by Duke Torstein to Murchaid and the Bishop of Osraige to settle the matter peacefully met in failure, for the nobles wished to keep their titles at all costs.

Then, on November 4, 1089, another piece of good fortune fell into the hands of the Duke of Meath.

"Torstein, I have uncovered something while going through the family history. It seems as though your great-grandfather was due to inherit the Duchy of Warwick when he was unjustly robbed of it by the FitzOsbern family. You should be the Duke of Warwick."

Surprised by Snofrid's announcement, Torstein raised his eyebrows as he took a sip of his ale.

"Is this something that you've made up of your own accord Snofrid?"

The Stewardess shook her head, smiling, "No. It is the honest truth and no fabrication on my part. I am as stunned as you are, Your Grace."

A cunning smile cut across Torstein's face as he nodded, "Splendid. Thank you for your hard work, Snofrid. The fortunes of our House have become quite blessed, indeed."

And so it certainly seemed that the sun of Luck was beaming fully down on the of Agders.

May 6th 1090: County of Laigin

The streets of Laigin were overlain with static streams of dried blood and the misshapen forms of bloated bodies seeking burial but denied that blessing because of the war.

These dead were not casualties of battle, but rather were victims of the curse of small pox that had been afflicting the county.

Torstein did not care about the disease and death around him. In fact, he even smiled as he kicked a few corpses while walking down the street.

Victory had been his and decisively so. He was now the Count of Laigin and Osraige in addition to his other titles. Though his reputation in Europe was as sullied as the road on which he walked and many considered him without power because of the barbaric wars against his fellow Catholics, these things did not matter to him. The throne of Ireland was closer than ever to his power-loving grasp.

He stopped before a fountain whose waters had been dirtied by the offal of people who had no other place to deposit their bodily wastes. Smiling macabrely at the ruined water, he tapped his gauntled hand on its pewter edge.

"There are those who call me the Scourge of Europe and a heathen. They say I am the pieces of shit that ruin the continent's purity. I pissed on the Pope when I was a boy and I piss on Europe now. The others mean nothing to me. Everything is as my wishes and will demand it!"

Chuckling, he dropped his hand and turned to look reflectively at a decayed building not far off where once a church had stood. It seemed only appropriate that the God he hated should be destroyed here.

Of primary importance now though was not the destruction of Rome and the Papacy, nor the pressing of claim on Warwick. First he must pick and choose which counties he wanted to retain control over. The rest could come later.

After much thought over the next few days, his choice was clear.

Ashild Galle, a hanger-on at his court ever since he became the Tri-Count, was made Countess of worthless Laigin.

Troublesome Mide was given to Trond Galtung, who had gone from Diocese Bishop to Marshal back to Diocese Bishop and was now Count. It was not out of love for the fat glutton that Torstein gave him the title, but out of need to keep Snofrid at his side, running the finances of the demense. Too, it was the Duke's way of honouring his old friend and tutor Gudrod Galtung's memory, by giving his cousin so important a position.

To think that only a few years before Torstein's reign had been in serious jeopardy. Now the of Agder family was in a greater position than they'd ever been before.

Whether he was above or below, somewhere Lodin of Agder was smiling.


Torstein after the Meath-Leinster War. That wound is still hurting him/


The new enemy. Poor Great-grandfather of Agder getting robbed like that. Makes you wonder what direction Torstein will strike in next, doesn't it?


Having extra courtiers around is very nice as this shows


More well-traveled than a diplomat, old Trond is. I swear he must live this long because of how much he eats


Ireland before the Meath-Leinster War


Ireland after the Meath-Leinster War. As you can tell, I'm no great graphic artist by any stretch of the imagination

Is there any chance you could explain the character profiles a bit more(i might have missed it)...what are the 2nd set of numbers to the right of the originals on some like torstein? And what do the circles/squares below influence/religion mean? Like, where does it say torstein is sick or what not? Still great by the way, keep it up!

All this Norwegian meddling in Ireland's going to seriously alter the Irish (Norse-Irish?) influence in America in about 800 years....

Blade6119: Thank you! I most certainly will keep it up. :) Sure thing on the character profiles. I'll break down your questions into a couple sections.

The numbers to the right of the originals are the combined stats of the original person, plus the relevant stat of any assigned court officials. Marshal affects Marital stat, Chancellor affects Diplomacy stat, Spymaster affects Intrigue stat, and Steward affects Stewardship stat.

For example: in one of the pictures above, Torstein has a base marital stat of 5. Lodin is made Marshal. His marital stat is 3. 5 + 3 = 8 leading to an effective marital stat of 8, hence the 5 (8). Only rulers are allowed combined statistics, though. Otherwise you don't have a court so it's only base stats for you.

Secondly, the icons beneath the prestige (small gold crown), piety (small gold cross), and gold (small coins) are what's called character traits.

They're further broken down into categories.

Red heart = Physical trait. An example of this is that little red heart in Torstein's picture where it's got the squiggly line kind of like a heartbeat monitor? That shows that he's got the Illness trait.

Green circle = Personality trait. An example is the little haloed person icon far to the left in the most recent pic. That means he's Chaste.

Square = Education trait. After a minor finishes their education, they're given a trait that shows how well they did in their schooling. It's on a scale of 1 to 4. 1 is bad, 4 is fantastic. 2 is okay and 3 is pretty good, so you want to hope you get lucky with education. Blue square is Clerical, Purple square is Diplomacy, Red square is Military, Yellow square is Stewardship, and and Light Blue Scroll is Intrigue.

A further note on education: You have three choices when picking a kid's education: Military, which will affect your marital stat, Monastic, which will affect I *think* your diplomacy score, but is actually most important for creating Bishops and Archbishops. You can't appoint someone as Diocese Bishop or grant them a Bishophoric or Archbishophoric unless they have a Monastic education. Last is Court Education, which will affect either Diplomacy, Intrigue, or Stewardship.

The blue shields are bad things, I think, because all those traits have a really negative effect on Torstein. The upside down cross is Heretic, the arrow pointing out from the church is Excommunicated, and the bed means Severely Wounded.

I know that's a real basic, rough outline sketch of what stuff means and does, but I hope it helps. :) You can also run your mouse over the icons in game to see exactly what they are.

Wolfpack: Indeed! If they can hold the territories *and* I can get events that convert the province culture to Norwegian. :D

Interesting. I'm sure it's a startling coincidence he comes from JPII's hometown. (Does the game go to that detail or did you make it up?)

Oddly enough, there was a Pope who died in 1088, named Victor III, followed by Urban II who apparently couldn't enter Rome for some months, due to the presence of an antipope (Clement III). Apparently, there were multiple people running around claiming they were Pope during this stretch of Cathlic history and this was one of those instances. Kinda weird.

Stanislaw is the name of the Pope, actually. As for his being Polish, yep he's from Poland. I'm not entirely sure how the game elects a new Pope, but I know a high piety score is important, and I think being an Archbishop is criticial to chances of Papal election as well.

And yep, what you're referring to would be the Great Schism, where the Roman popes squared off against the Avignon antipopes.

It got even worse in June of 1409 when the Council of Pisa tried to resolve the Schism by declaring the two papal challengers at the time, Gregory XII and Benedict XIII, null and void and elected their own pope, Alexander V. So now there were three popes.

Originally Alexander V had a lot of support and people thought he was going to end the Schism, but then Cardinal Cossa, who'd gotten Alexander elected in the first place, held him prisoner in Barcelona until Alexander died, whereupon Cossa was elected the new Pisan pope and took the name of John XXIII. (Not to be confused with the John XXIII of relatively modern times).

To make a long story short, they had to hold another Council, the Council of Constance. All three of the Popes were cleared off the board, either through resignation or being deposed and Martin V was elected as the one true Pope, ending both the Great Schism and the situation I've just told you about in brief detail, what I called in a paper I wrote on it once The Three Popes Period.

May 22nd 1090: County of Isle of Man

"Listen to me, my son. You must do whatever you can to ensure that the bastard Norwegian is driven out of Ireland. We are the rightful Dukes of Leinster and we must root the heretic out before he usurps our title."

Murchaid's face was fierce and ruddy with passion as he grasped his son Donnchad's shoulders, "Promise you will do everything you can to rid us of this menace."

Donnchad smiled and embraced his father tightly, "Come now, Father. Have I not ruled this County well? Am I not brilliant in the ways of stealth and secrecy? I will see to it that Torstein of Agder is evicted from this green land and that we will be restored to our rightful places... and go beyond, to become Kings of Ireland."

The Duke of Leinster nodded his solemn approval, releasing his vassal-son and looking out toward the window at the cold and grey Irish Sea.

"That is the way it should be, my son. The future of the Ui Mordha clan lies in your hands. Do not fail me."

May 22nd 1090: Kingdom of Norway

At the same precise moment that the Ui Mordhas were discussing their future, there was a debate going on in the splendid halls of King Olaf's castle.

"Your Majesty, I fail to see why you insist on continuing to support that devil Duke Torstein of Agder. He only seeks to use you to get the throne of Ireland for himself and then he will be free from your grasp." Gjertrud Bjekle, the royal chancellor, was greatly displeased with her regent's course of action.

"Come now my dear Chancellor. Everything that pompous young goat and his father have accomplished, they achieved only through my aid. When he is crowned King of Ireland, yes that fool may break free, but if he is wise, he will ally himself to me."

"And if he doesn't? You know that he is quite fond of Knut Stenkil, King Erik of Sweden's eldest son and second-in-line to the throne of Sweden. If Knut ascends to the Kingship, then Sweden and Ireland will ally and you will be put in a precarious position, Your Majesty. I would like to remind you that the Duke of Meath still has claims on the territory of two of your vassals and if he becomes allied with Sweden, then war for those countys is very likely."

King Olaf only laughed and waved his large hand, dismissing his Chancellor's dire words of warning.

"Really, Gjertrud, you worry far too much. We are superior in every way to Torstein's forces and he is a horrible incompetent. Why, I don't doubt that his own mother will declare herself independant of his heathen ways soon."

October 13th 1090: Duchy of Meath

Black banners flew throughout the demense of the Duchy of Meath and in the three vassal counties.

The funeral was not an elaborate one. He was not buried in a coffin of glass or gold. No sunlight shone on his grave.

There was only the plain wood box, his wife, his few friends, his courtiers, and the people of Dublin and Osraige who were not of the clergy in attendance. For in those two newest Irish counties, he was loved by all save the Church. Unlike his father Lodin, he had not upset the balance of power when he acquired new domains.

It was the only truly merciful act Duke Torstein of Agder had ever done that the world knew of.

As Knut Stenkil shoveled dirt onto the cold, unblessed grave of his best friend, he found tears streaming down his cheeks. The pain was unbearable. He'd hoped to save Torstein's soul and now his blood brother was damned to the fiery pits of Hell, unrepentant even to his last breath when his insides were tearing him apart, the war wound at las having killed him.

"I have given no quarter when I lived and I will not beg God for clemency now!" Those were the Duke of Meath's words when Knut had rushed a priest to his side, hoping that his friend would repent and gain absolution in his last hours.

Instead, his brother by blood and marriage had turned his back once more to the Church, whispered, "Tell Hafrid that you and she were the only two people I ever loved", and then died, as defiant and unrelenting in death as he had been in life.

Across the grave, Queen Thora crouched down to drop in another handful. It was beneath their station for she and Knut to do this, but it was important to them, a kind of self-penance for the failure they'd made in trying to bring Torstein to redemption.

"He was such a sweet boy", she whispered to the icy, uncaring North Wind as it brazenly scraped her cheeks.

A little back from the hole in ground being filled was Hafrid, standing next to Skofte, a distant cousin of Torstein's and his successor.

"My husband wanted to become King of Ireland, you know. It was his biggest dream in life, to be called King and to ride out over Europe with my brother. They were going to be Kings together."

Skofte, twenty years old, the same as the body in the casket, nodded gravely, his prematurely grey hair ruffled by the wind, "I will do my best to live up to my cousin's ambition. You may count on me for that."

Christian Ingebrigsten was the member of the Ingebrigsten family to write the summary of Torstein's reign.

Torstein the Unholy: Duke of Meath b. May 8th, 1070 d. October 13th, 108. r. 1073-1080

Born on May 8th in the Year of Lord 1070 to Lodin of Agder, Count of Agder, and Cundo of Eu, daughter of Robert Hastings, Count of Eu, Torstein's destiny was star-crossed from a very early age.

His father Lodin died when he was just three years old, plunging in Agder into a long period of official regency that was anything but controlled by the members of the court.

Quickly seizing power from the courtiers who thought to guide him on a gentler path, the boy Count was quick to expand the family territory into Dublin, annexing it in March of 1078.

Torstein's childhood was also marked by numerous acts of savage cruelty, including the infamous Massacre of Agder on January 13th, 1077, when citizens demanding greater freedoms than the feudal contract allowed were mercilessly slaughtered on the his orders, not a single man, woman, or child left alive.

He also was vehement in his outbursts against the Church, involving such acts as the murder in April of 1080 of Father Flannery, a priest who opposed Torstein's heretical practices of bloodshed. These criminal offenses led to his excommunication in midsummer 1082 and he was later declared a heretic as well, in 1086. Both denounciations occurred during the Papacy of Pope Anselm I.

As one might expect from such a cruel ruler, Torstein's reign was troubled by numerous revolts, both in Agder and in the Irish possessions, leading to financial troubles for the Tri-Counties, as his demense came to be called after the annexation of Dublin.

Still, it is to his credit that he was able to persevere through these adversities and on July 27th, 1087, his fortunes began to change with his marriage to Princess Hafrid Stenkil of Sweden, daughter of King Erik of Sweden and sister to Knut Stenkil, Duke of Smaland and Torstein's closest, some say only, friend.

Almost two years later, on March 1, 1089, the reversal of circumstances was complete, as with Hafrid by his side, he declared himself the Duke of Meath, thusly fulfilling the family ducal ambitions first entertained by his father.

Shortly thereafter, Torstein claimed the Bishophoric of Osraige and the County of Laigin for his own and declared war on both the Bishop and the Duke of Leinster. This conflict came to be known as the Meath-Leinster War.

Aided by King Olaf of Norway's armies, Torstein successfully overwhelmed his adversaries and on May 4th, 1090, four days before his twentieth birthday, he was aceded the territories of Osraige and Laigin.

Just as he was beginning to enjoy the fruits of his labour, however, an arrow-wound the Duke of Meath received during the Meath-Leinster War became infected beyond all help and he passed away on October 13th, 1090. Skofte of Agder, a cousin of Torstein's, was chosen to succeed him.

His reign was both brilliant and savage and he will no doubt go down as one of the greatest of Agders in history.


The sworn enemy of the of Agders


I'm really sad to see that he's died...


One branch of the family tree dies; another one is born

Aye...sad to see Torstein go.... :(

Man. Sad to see Torstein go.

But hey, this allows the of Agders a fresh start, right? :)

Compared to M:TW, favorably or not? Give me some info, I kind of want to fire up MTW again, kind of just want to buy this...

Damn you Izulde. :)

gi: Me too, me too. :(

Neon Chaos: A fresh start, yeah... but I warn you and everyone else ahead of time, Skofte will probably be a letdown personality wise after Torstein. That's the curse of following a great act. ;)

Shorty3281: Mmm it depends on what type of game you like. I'll do a quick comparison, though.

M: TW: Control your troops in battle and have traits be assigned more or less randomly, though there's a few you can directly cause. Building upgrades can enhance troop types and allow training of new ones and/or expand the economy.

CK: Don't control your troops in battle, it's all automatic. Traits will sometimes randomly happen here too, but they instantly work (I won't even touch the bugginess of M:TW's traits even with the last patches), and furthermore, you have a lot more say in the traits of your rulers and their statuses within the game by the various choices you make. Building upgrades in here will usually increase your financial situation or help with loyalty boosts in the four classes. Really the only military province improvement is the training grounds. Also, you never build new troop types.

Instead, you research advances in military, economy, and philosophy (well it's more detailed than that - I'm just including those three broad categories). Those advances, when you discover them or when they're spread to your lands, are what upgrade your troops and they're upgraded automatically for the region that it spreads to. It does *not* spread instantly to your entire domain and that's the case with any advance.

For example, say Crossbows get discovered in a province you have in Italy and you have another province in England. The English province's troops don't get the benefit of the Crossbow advance; only the Italian province that discovered it does.

On the marriage and kids note, CK is also vastly improved over M:TW. Whereas in M:TW, marriages and kids are important for continuing your dynasty, they take a background to warmongering.

Marriage and kids is one of the most important things in CK. Marry badly and you'll end up with crappy kids. Marry well and you could end up with good kids or new land, or maybe even both.

That's because inheritance laws determine in this game who gets the land after a ruler dies. Marry a girl whose the daughter of a nobleman with semi-salic law and if she's the eldest daughter and Papa has no sons, the kid you and she have will inherit not only your territory but Papa's too! So it becomes a vital tool to use.

I could go on with more info, but that's just the basics. To me, it boils down to this: If you want to control your troops when fighting wars, then fire up M:TW again. But if you're looking for something that more accurately models the medieval experience, is much more in depth, and allows you to really strategize and get attached to the people you play on a whole new level, then go with CK.

I will say this much. Before the new beta patches came out with CK, M:TW was my favourite PC game of all time. After I d/l'ed the latest beta patches and started playing CK again, M:TW forever after collected dust.

OK. It's 4:30 and I am about to download and play this game right now.

Is that a bad thing? LOL

FWIW, I never could handle playing out the wars in MTW, always got my ass kicked. The stuff you outlined in this game intrigues me more..

It's official. I am 5% complete - I am not going to bed tonight

Is this an honest feeling or one of slight sarcasm? :)

Reminds me of "City Slickers" when the cook is asked to give Curly's eulogy:
"Lord, we give you Curly. Try not to piss him off too much."

What happens to the Queen Mum and related family members like Snofrid now? They still figure into things or do they quietly exit the stage?

When you are done with the official downloads, go to forums.paradoxplaza.com and make your way to the beta forums, and download the latest beta - the game is MUCH better.

Who gave you a credit card?

Ok. I have a credit card, I'm an old man now (19 d00d).


I started out as King of Sudan/Nubia three times and didn't make it past 3 years any of the times before I was attacked and killed out. Hard game.

Stupid question - when I mobilize a unit, how do I move them from my own territory? I want to take over a piece of land but I don't know how to attack. I can't drag, I don't see any option to move them.. a little help?

Wolfpack: Honest feeling, actually. I was really attached to the evil, Church-hating bugger. He wasn't one-dimensional, either because he could care about people.

As for Snofrid and the others, they stay around in the court, just like Cundo did when Lodin died. Changing branches of the family tree doesn't affect the court, except for when a husband dies, sometimes the wife and any kid will return to her father's court. Other times they'll stay at the court they married into.

Samdari: Absolutely correct on the beta patches thing. :) Thanks for adding in the reminder.

Shorty3281: Yeah, Nubia can be tough to play. You're stuck as the only Christian territory for miles around, but you also have golden opportunity with all the Muslims hanging about. You just have to pick and choose your battles carefully.

As for moving troops, you have to left click on the unit icon after you mobilize, then right click on the territory that you want to move them to.

There's also two ways of getting to a territory. One is automatic path; you just right click on your final destination and the AI selects what it thinks is the best route, or manual path, where you click on a territory, then click on another territory when they arrive at the first one, etc, until they reach your intended destination.

I always go the automatic route, though. Because you can make manual routes that may seem shorter, but you might end up crossing through rough terrain that makes it a longer hike than an automatically set path. :)

October 19th 1090: County of Agder

"Ridiculous!"

"Presposterous!"

"Quite absurd!"

Countess Cundo sighed as she listened to the three Norman women who held positions in her court. They were unanimous in their rejection of the emissary's message and though she herself had misgivings about the request, it went against her sense of fairness to decline to do as asked.

"And why should I refuse Skofte's wish that I give up the County, my dear countrywomen? He means to make me Chancellor again and to repair the rift that exists between the of Agder house and the rest of the world. Is that not a noble cause? Besides, he has also reduced the scutage required of his vassals to nothing and restored the Church donations that my son rescinded."

Medania Finne, the chancellor, sniffed her disapproval and retorted with a tart tongue, "Fie on the whole of Agder family! Don't you see, Cundo? He only wants you to give your title so that your brother Guillaume doesn't inherit it and pledge the county to the Duke of Normandy, who in turn serves King William of England! There's nothing noble about that; it's just pure and simple greed! Besides, he isn't your husband or your son... He's just some hayseed country cousin who speaks atrocious Latin and wastes his money!"

"That's right! Agder should be in Norman hands anyway and brought to the Norman way of life! It's better for them to be cultured like us and not like those hairy-backed Viking barbarians your husband and son wanted to emulate so much!" Fressenda Kamp, the Spymaster, was equally emphatic in her argument.

"Besides, Cundo dear, King William is a far greater man than that ill-bred Skofte will ever be. Why, did you hear that he doesn't even intend to keep the ties with Sweden that your husband and son so cherished? He's asked for the hand of one of King Olaf's daughters! He is nothing, darling Cundo, and he isn't of the same fiber that Lodin and Torstein were." Elise Talgje, the Steward, was the last of the three to add her persuasion in and with it, the Countess found herself sighing and nodding again.

"I suppose you are right, girls. We will tell Skofte that I refuse to give up the County. If he really wants the title, he will come and fight for it."

"That's the way of it, my lady! Good for you!" cried Elise.

November 4th 1090: Duchy of Meath

"I will go first! I am from King Olaf of Norway!"

"But *I* bring more important tidings! It should be me who has the first say!"

The messengers glared at one another as they stood outside the throne room, each of them clutching a paper with a nobleman's seal on it.

Just before it broke out into a fisticuffs, the amused guard intervened, "Kings precede Dukes. The Norwegian envoy may go first."

Smiling triumphantly at his rival, the royal emissary of King Olaf bowed before the guard, murmured his thanks, and went in, making his annoucement shortly after he passed beyond the door.

"His Royal Majesty, King Olaf the Illustrious of Norway, has hereby granted permission for Skofte of Agder, the Duke of Meath, to marry his daughter, Princess Eldrid."

Skofte smiled and was about to reply when the other messenger rushed in, hipchecking the first envoy.

"Your Grace, Duke Svein of Orkney hereby requests that our two duchies join together in alliance!"

Enraged, the King's stand-in got up and dusted himself off, shouting, "Your liege is a disloyal ingrate who will be brought down if he dares oppose the King any further!"

Duke Svein's emissary ignored the furious royal diplomat and kept his eyes on Skofte, "Well, Your Grace? What say you?"

The Duke of Meath chuckled and stood from his seat, "Tell the Duke that I accept his offer of alliance, but that if he moves against our mutual lord, then I will not answer his call for aid. I will not go against my father-in-law."

Both messengers were appeased by Skofte's reply and bowed to the Duke before slipping out of the room. Once outside the castle, they retired to the town where they promptly got into a fight in a local tavern, much to the amusement of the Dubliners. King Olaf's man won inside of a half hour, knocking out Duke Svein's chosen with a vicious uppercut and winning Baronet Greystein 500 silver pieces, who had the largest bet in the pool and was the lone gambler to side with Olaf's emissary.

Inside the castle, Skofte smiled to himself as he returned to his seat. Though the move to regain Agder had failed, things were proceeding nicely otherwise. He might yet be able to consolidate his power after all.

There was the problem of prestige still to be reckoned with, however. Even after the glory from marrying a princess, he was still less highly regarded than Torstein had been at the time of his death.


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I'm really liking the whole marrying princesses thing. Love her diplomacy score, too.


My very first alliance offer. I'm so happy!


Now if he just can get up to 50 prestige...

See, I don't even know how to take advantage of the Muslims. Do I somehow try to convince them that because we are all arabs they could convert to Orthodox religion..? I'm without a paddle right now.. is there a good FAQ site where it tells you how to do everything? The one on that forum just has basic stuff, I need to indepthly learn how to win here!

Keep up the great work, it's what got me interested in the first place.

I am in the same boat as you shorty just downloaded and haven't got a clue on what to do

You guys can check Paradox's forums (hxxp://forum.paradoxplaza.com) for information there. I can't remember any specific FAQs offhand, though. A lot of the stuff will be trial and error. My first few games, I got toasted really badly myself. :) Oh and feel free to keep asking questions!

As for your Muslims question, Shorty, Muslims have two big advantages:

1) You don't have to have a claim on their territory to go to war with them like you do Christian rulers.

2) Attacking them and taking over their territory increases your piety, especially if you do it after the Pope calls a Crusade.

Edit: Whoops, didn't see that you'd already been to the forums! Okay, let me make another post where I discuss strategy more in depth.

Okay, here's some basic tips as to what to do if you want to look at winning in CK.

1) If your ruler isn't married, find someplace that has semisalic laws where the ruler has only daughters and no sons. Marry the daughter and hope the ruler doesn't have any sons and that you do. Keep in mind, the daughter has to be 16 before you can marry her. If said father-in-law does have sons, send in an assassin to kill the little buggers so they can't inherit.

2) Look at your realm laws. Your inheritance laws are important. Most people go with Salic Consigulaity (sp) because it ensures a family member of your dynasty name will inherit and it also picks the strongest son to inherit. Under no circumstances should you select Gavelkind unless you're masochistic. Your territory will just get divided amongst your sons every time you die then. (Though I'm tempted to try this once, just to see what happens).

As for your ruling laws or whatever the group below inheritance laws is called, that's your call as to what you want there. The ruling laws affect how much crown duty you can tax your nobles with, how much tolls you can tax your burghers with, etc, and most importantly, it determines what kind of troop makeup will be in your army. I always go with Feudal Contract because I really, really like having lots of knights. To me they're the most superior fighting unit there is, though others have made arguments for the other law types. Also, some events will only trigger if you have a certain kind of ruling law in place.

Lastly, there's church laws. This will determine your minimum/maximum amount you donate to the Church and it also determines whether you or the Pope gets to pick the bishops of any bishophorics under your rule (I think anyway. I've never had a Church-friendly ruler yet, though Skofte may change that). I usually go with Royal Supremacy or whatever the one where the ruler has the most power is here. I don't want the Pope picking my bishops, and besides, then it allows me to get moneylenders which = more money. However, the clergy doesn't like moneylenders, so it's a dual edged sword.

3) Advances. You should research your miltary advances so that you'll get the maximum benefit for whatever your most concentrated troop type is. So say you have knights more than anything else. Research the techs that will give your knights a boost. You can mouse over each tech to see what advantages they give you.

When it comes to Power advances, well you pretty much can't go wrong there, though I personally like to research the stuff that gives me money.

With Education advances, I'd go with the ones that shore up the loyalty of whatever group it is that isn't happy with you. Because eventually there's going to be some segment of the population that hates you (In my case it's usually the clergy).

4) Pay attention to the messages that show up on the bottom of your screen. You can keep track of wars and such throughout Europe that way and say there's some Pagans or Muslims embroiled in a multi-front war. Guess what? You can take advantage by declaring war on them, too! Then you hurry in and grab what you can and try to make peace before they have a chance to get back at you. I think this would be particularly useful for your Kingdom of Nubia game, Shorty.

There's four areas of pointers that I've gained from my experience playing. Hopefully they'll help. :)

Well, that is a good idea about the marriage thing. I had my first wife, popped out two girls. Since there are no other Arab Orthodox people out there, I had to branch out and marry a Greek Orthodox, which was fine and I had 2 more frickin daughters. Now I am 45 and desperate to find another wife so I can have a boy so I keep the family name alive- lol!'

Good stuff, Izulde.

Thanks. :)

Check your successors too. If you have none listed, like was the case with Torstein, a country cousin will show up with your dynasty name when you die. So your game will still go on... you'll just have another branch of the family tree to play with then.

December 18th 1090: Duchy of Meath

Blood gushed forth as a treacherous Dubliner rebel's sword sliced across Skofte's stomach.

The Duke of Meath hissed in pain but lunged forward to finish off his assailant before fainting in the field.

When he awoke in his command tent a few hours later, the royal doctor was standing there, inspecting the large gash in the Duke's abdomen.

"I'm afraid it's quite serious, Your Grace. You must take care with it or else it will become infected and you will likely die of it."

Skofte was about to answer when a courier burst in.

"Your Lordship! Moors have been spotted off the coastline! They appear to be headed to Scotland!"


Can you say Scotland's screwed? Oh yeah, I think you can. There's me fighting the damned rebels in Dublin

March 20th 1091: Duchy of Meath

"His Lordship Count Hakon of Oppland, Count of Varmland hereby asks Duke Skofte of Agder, Duke of Meath and Count of Dublin and Osraige for the hand in marriage of Princess Hafrid Stenkil, daughter of King Olaf Haraldsson Yngling and Steward of the Duchy of Meath on behalf of his son and successor, Torfinn of Oppland, Steward of the County of Varmland."

Skofte stroked his beard and nodded once, "We accept."

Hafrid stood up, her face ablaze with rage as she stormed over to the Duke, "What sort of man are you that you do this to me?! Torstein was my one true love and I will not wed another man! I would rather go back to my father's castle than be forced to marry again!"

"You'll marry again. Besides, he's another Norwegian and they're vassals to your father. It will be the best of both worlds for you. Go now and be on your way." The Duke of Meath waved his hand dismissively, already bored with her outburst.

The Steward glowered and whirled on a heel, stalking out of the throne room without another word.

Duchess Eldrid, now large with child, chuckled as she watched the indignant young woman go, "Those Swedish girls... always so tempermental. Ah well, what can you do?"


Hafrid's new husband. I hate him and his good stats


Marrying off courtiers is good for your prestige.


Gotta love that Master Theologian trait. Mommy's diplo rating=great

Izulde-My wife died trying to give birth and worse so did our child and when i try the marriage thing the only choices are 50+ year old hags i have in my court. I have no heir not even cousins, i can't seem to figure out how to try to marry someone outside my county. What do i do?

condors: Click on the shields of other provinces. You'll see on the left hand side of the screen the picture of the ruler and a list of options below that. One of these is Offer Marriage. Click on that and if your ruler is able to be married to someone, he'll be there. Click on him, then look through the available females to marry.

You'll then have to wait until you get a reply. To increase your chances of success, have as high a diplomacy rating as possible. Hope that helps. :)

July 29th 1091: Duchy of Meath

The month of May saw a miracle, when 69 year old Trond Galtung, the Count of Mide, became a father for the first time, he and his 18 year old wife giving birth to a daughter.

This amazing occurrence was followed in the summer by a stunning declaration.

"Your Grace, Countess Cundo of the County of Agder has declared war upon us! We must ready the troops!"

Duke Skofte simply chuckled and shooed the messenger away with a hand, "This need not concern us. I am certain that King Olaf will declare war on Agder for us and no doubt the Duchy of Orkney will as well."

And so it came to pass, with the Kingdom of Denmark likewise initiating hostilities against Agder on behalf of the Kingdom of Norway, still their ally.

The brief reign of the Normans in Agder seemed certain to end.

April 18th 1092: Duchy of Meath

On November 4th, 1091, a daughter was born to Skofte and Eldrid. Named Thorborg, she looked to be an immensely strong and healthy baby, and Skofte privately cursed his luck that she was not a boy.

In December, Osraige recovered from the royal rape delivered to it by the Norwegian king's forces during Torstein's time and so the Duchy was now making in excess of 2 goldoons each month.

The war in Agder continued until the spring of the next year, however.

"Agder has fallen to the Danish king, Your Grace!"

The news was met with murmurs of disapproval from Skofte's growing court. Faithful Norwegians all, they did not care to hear that Denmark had been the one to take control of the county.

The Duke smiled and nodded at the report, "Good. Now send an offer to my cousin-in-law. We will recognize her claims on Agder if she will give us a goldoon."

"What?! This is an outrage!" cried Snofrid from the corner, "You surely can not mean to just let her go like that! That's my homeland and the home of many of your court members!"

Skofte sniffed and stared down the Stewardess, "Do pipe down, Snofrid. The reknown I will get for showing mercy means far more than some stupid backwater county. Go and do as I say, boy."

The messenger sighed quietly, but nodded, bowed, and exited.

As he left the throne room, the envoy couldn't help but think to himself that no matter what the branch or the bud, the of Agder family tree was filled with self-centred people.

The proposal was immediately accepted and, contrary to Skofte's expectations, he was mocked and ridiculed throughout Europe, for his diplomacy was considered the height of stupidity.

This moronic behaviour was further proven when the Duke of Meath refused a miracle worker's help in May of 1092, saying that he would put his faith in God.

God immediately ruptured Skofte's abdomen and he died on the spot.

The funeral was attended by only a handful of people and no one cared that he had passed on.

The Ingebrigsten notes on Skofte as are included below:

Skofte the Stupid b. 1070 d. 1092 r. 1090-1092

His reign lasted just two short years, yet managed to be significant even in spite of its brevity.

During the course of his rule, Skofte shifted the of Agder family ties away from the House of Stenkil, the monarchs of Sweden, and instead aligned himself with his liege lord, King Olaf of Norway.

This change in international politics was most clearly signaled by Skofte's marriage to Princess Eldrid Yngling of Norway in November of 1090, the union producing a single offspring, a daughter on the one-year anniversary of the Duke and Duchess's wedding.

He also managed to restore the trust of the Church in the of Agder demense by reprising donations to the Holy See and began rebuilding the loyalty of his vassals by cutting their required scutage to nothing and installing Eldrid, an extremely skilled diplomat, as the ducal Chancellor.

The other accomplishment of Skofte's time as the Duke of Meath was to rebuild the treasury made bankrupt during his predecessor Torstein's time on the ducal seat.

Unfortunately, his successes were countered by failures that set him back considerably. His ceding of Agder to the rebellious Countess Cundo of Eu was the most egregious error and earned him widespread ridicule, particularly since he and allies had the rebellion handily crushed at the time of the handover.

He died on May 3rd, 1092, after refusing the services of a famous miracle worker who offered to heal his wounds, and was succeeded by an obscure cousin of the of Agder family, Torfinn.


69 years old and Trond has a kid... He's 70 now and still kicking. Gluttony pays


Why the hell can't she be a man?!


New Duke, new country cousin, new branch.

Well. These cousins seem to be popping up from out of nowhere. :)

Great dynasty!

Got me to dig through all my CD's and reinstall the game to give it another go. Then while grabbing the latest patches and goodies I ran across this http://forum.paradoxplaza.com/forum/...1&page=1&pp=25

Yet to install it (going to setup another CK instance to play it safe.), but drooling over the thought of playing a CK game based in Westeros.

Amazing dynasty, Izulde! I read it for the first time today beginning to now, all in the last hour. This has got me hankering to try the game out, and with the mod Eilim found, I am outright drooling!

Have you tried it out yet, Eilim? How does it look?

Again, great read, Izulde, and I look forward to reading more!

Neon Chaos: You ain't kidding! I just hope Torfinn lasts longer than the others have. :D

Eilim: Thank you very much. :) I'm glad you like it. And yeah, CK is tons improved with the latest beta patches. Though I'm playing with the May 13th beta because that's what I started the game on, I hear the June 3rd beta is even better. I've also seen a few events in other peoples' dynasties with the June 3rd beta that I'd never seen pop up before.

Making another copy of your CK for the mod is definitely a good idea. ;) I did the same thing with a guy's super mod for M:TW that let you play everybody.

Blade: It's definitely an awesome game, though like most Paradox games, and as you can probably tell from some of the questions I've fielded in this thread, the learning curve can be pretty steep. Still, I'm happy to help out if needed and I'm glad that you're enjoying it and that you're wanting to try CK because of it. :)

May 4th 1092: Duchy of Meath

"So what was it that my cousins did right in their reigns? I want to be even better than them, if I can."

Snofrid chuckled to herself and shook her head as she looked around the small room. At least Torfinn was willing to learn from history's examples, which might in time come to make up for his poor abilities.

"Well, Lodin, the first Count of Agder from our family, allowed Thora to go off and be married when King Erik of Sweden asked for her hand in marriage. The glory for our house and the closeness to the Stenkils, rulers of Sweden, from that union paid off well."

Torfinn nodded, stroking his thick beard, "So always marry off your courtiers when the opportunity arises. I understand."

"Not if they are your officials!" sharply countered Snofrid with flushed cheeks. The last thing she needed was to have another marriage that ended in the embarassment of annullment. Calming herself, she added, "You have admitted yourself that you are not a very exceptional man and so you must be sure to keep your best advisors close to you."

After the new Duke voiced his understanding, the Steward continued in a lecturer's tone, "Torstein, though still hated by many in Europe even to this day, did several things right. He was quick and decisive in everything that he did and was always very prompt to remove any opposition in his way. He also strengthened our bonds with the Stenkils by marrying Erik and Thora's oldest daughter, Hafrid."

"So always be fast-thinking and don't let anyone stand in my way. What about the Stenkils?"

"I'm getting to that. Lastly, Skofte, even in spite of his stupidity, did one thing intelligent. He respected the Church. You must do that too, or you will be another Torstein."

"Hmmm" puzzled out Torfinn, scratching at his hairy chin, "What about the Stenkils? What did Skofte do about them?"

Snofrid bitterly smiled, staring down at the floor, "He married Eldrid, the daughter of King Olaf of Norway instead."

"Oh. Well, two out of three say I should try and get back to the Stenkils, so I'm going to try and do that."

And so Torfinn of Agder began his fledging rule by trying to return to the best elements of the past.

On May 12th, 1092, he became successful in his first step in that direction. Much to the joy of the people of the Duchy of the Meath and the Kingdom of Sweden, he married Alfhild Stenkil, younger daughter of King Erik and Queen Thora.

At the wedding feast, as she threw her arms about her new son-in-law's neck and hugged him tight, Queen Thora wept tears of happiness, whispering into his ear, "This is how it should be. Thank you. Thank you bringing our familes back together, my son."

In addition, Knut Stenkil and Torfinn of Agder met that night.

"So, you were my cousin Torstein's best friend."

A flicker of pain cut across Knut's face as he nodded affirmation, clutching on to his goblet of wine to have something else to concentrate on, "Yes, I was. He was a good man in spite of what people say about him."

Torfinn stepped forward and clasped the suffering Stenkil on the shoulder.

"I can't promise to be as dear to you as Torstein was, but I would like to be your friend if I can. Oh, and don't blame yourself for what happened with him. Snofrid told me about it. You can't take responsibility for what my cousin did. You tried the best you could and that's what's important."

For the second time that evening, a tearful Stenkil embraced Torfinn tightly. As she looked on, Snofrid smiled. Perhaps it would be under this duitful young man of no talent that the of Agders would at last become Kings. Somehow it seemed only fitting if this were to come to pass.

August 25th 1092: Duchy of Meath

"I sure would like to be able to learn more about history and literature and a lot of other things, too. But there's no place in the castle that's big enough to hold all the books and things that I would like to have."

Torfinn sighed as he looked over his prized possessions, three thick tomes that he had read incessantly in hopes of gleaning knowledge to be used. A history of the Church, a history of Europe, and a book on William the Conqueror's invasion of England. Yet, they were not enough for his unquenchable thirst.

"Then why not have a library built?" inquired Alfhild as she looked up from her embroidery, "People will think Dublin a greater city for it and you will have lots of room for more books then. We have enough money in the treasury for it, if I remember right."

Remember right she did and the next morning, construction began on Dublin's library. Though it would take two years to complete, it was a truly historical moment. Not only was it to be the first truly significant library in the county's history, but it would be the first outlay towards provincial improvement ever by an of Agder.

More good news came in November, when it was discovered that Alfhild was with child.


Maybe this guy won't be so bad after all


I finally got a Stenkil girl pregnant. Hooray! I'm having an Abbots moment here for some reason.

An interesting progression of rulers, from semi-bloodthirsty, to really bloodthirsty, to an incomplete grade, to someone who is shaping up as not bloodthirsty at all. The pendulum seems to be swinging a different way. Wonder what Torstein's thinking from his perch in Hell right now?

I like the way you put the shift in ruler tendencies. Very apt. :)

As for Torstein, I imagine he greatly disapproves of Torfinn's lack of a bloody mouth, as the Sicilians would put it, but on the other hand, he'd very much applaud the marrying of a Stenkil and being a comfort to Knut.

Skofte, in contrast, earns nothing but Torstein's utmost hatred and scorn. :D

March 10th 1093: Duchy of Meath

In late February of 1093, word was received that Queen Thora of Sweden had died some weeks before of an intestinal worm. The news greatly saddened the Duchy of Meath and Duke Torfinn ordered black flags to be flown throughout the domain in a show of mourning and respect for his beloved mother-in-law.

On March 10th, a messenger arrived from the Kingdom of Sweden.

"Your Grace, King Erik is once again calling upon your House. Your family once gave him a wife and he humbly asks that you do so once more."

"Who is it that he wants to marry?" inquired Torfinn.

"Eldrid Yngling, daughter of King Olaf and former Duchess of Meath" came the reply.

The Duke frowned, skimming his fingers through his beard. Snofrid had warned him never to marry off his most capable advisors and here was King Erik asking for the hand of one of them. All the others that had come for Eldrid had been refused, but this presented a preplexing problem.

"Accept King Erik's offer. The Stenkils are our most valued and trusted friends. Twice they have given us their daughters in marriage. It would only be fair to return the favour now and give Erik his second Queen by us."

Thus advised Snofrid as she looked at Torfinn from her seat. The bearded noble nodded and turned back to the messenger with a smile, "Tell King Erik that we happily accept and will send Eldrid to him right away."

And so it came to be that the Kingdoms of Scandinavia became more closely intertwined as a result of this union, the affirmation of tight bonds between the of Agders and Stenkils also strengthened.

May 28th 1093: Duchy of Meath

"You must now lay claim to the Duchy of Ulster, Your Grace. Though your reputation will suffer a little for it, it will be necessary to expand your holdings in Ireland and move closer to the throne."

Torfinn nodded, frowning over the map of Ireland that he kept on his council table, "All right, Snofrid. Should I go to war with him right away then as well?"

The Steward shook her head, dark curls playing about her ears, "No. We do not want to go to war until we are able to also lay claim to his other domain as well. We must also be able to say that his vassal's county belongs to us. Besides, we need to continue to build up our treasury, so that we can afford to go to war when the time comes."

Snofrid's advice was taken and by the next morning, word was spreading that the Duchy of Ulster was also rightful province of the of Agders.

In July, Pope Stanislaw I died and was replaced by Pope Olderic I.

August 14th 1093: Duchy of Meath

On August 13th, a daughter was born to Alfhild and Torfinn, named Ragna.

The next morning, after the celebration dinner, the Duke of Meath paced in his room, hands clasped together behind his back and his head bowed.

"No, I won't wait I've decided. Why if I'm given the Duchy of Ulster in the war, his vassal will just have to pledge himself to me then. Sure, the old Duke will still have his other territory, but he'll only be a count then. Yes, we'll go to war today, the morning after my daughter's birth."

War was immediately declared and the troops summoned in every province under the of Agder banner. Ulster countered by calling up the troops from their own personal demense. Both sides' vassals refused to be called up directly and so it was left to the two masters to wage war for control of the northeast corner of Ireland.

The Kingdoms of Norway and Denmark announced their intentions to join in on the of Agder side as they had always done so before. The combined might of two Scandinavian kingdoms against a defiant Irish Duke. History foretold that the Norwegians would win out.

A little over a year later, on August 24th, 1094, history was proven right once again. After taking Ulaid entirely by himself, without any aid from King Olaf's armies, Torfinn watched as the Norwegian king swept into the neighbouring county of Tir Eoghain and took control of it. The victory was of such a crushing defeat to the Duke of Ulster that even when he surrendered his title and paid 11 goldoons in tribute, Torfinn was seen as merciful in being so generous with his terms and as a result, his prestige throughout Europe increased considerably.

Sadly, tragedy also struck in the midst of the war. In December of 1093, the Duke's infant daughter passed away. But Torfinn and Alfhild did not mourn overly long, for the Duchess was already pregnant again.

With a new child on the way, a new title and a new vassal gained, Torfinn of Agder looked poised to become the greatest of Agder since Torstein the Unholy. Many felt that the throne of Ireland was not far from his grasp and would be taken within his lifetime.


The of Agder court: Supplying Queens of Sweden since 1066


This is starting to creep me out.. first a Polish pope, now a German one? It's like CK knows the modern history. I wonder if it'll predict the nationality of the next Pope after Ratzinger, too.


Not one ducal titles, but two! I've never managed that before either in CK.

Seems this dynasty is really about Snofrid. She is the main character. :)

Mmm.. I wouldn't say the main character. Just a key supporting role. Remember, she didn't do much during Torstein's reign and Skofte didn't listen to her either.

It was only under Lodin and now Torfinn that she had/has any real influence.

Best Dynasty in years.

Wow. You really think so? :eek: I mean, I'm glad for the extremely high praise; I just don't know that I deserve it. There are some really amazing and unique dynasties on here. :)

Thank you very much! :)

February 9th 1095: Duchy of Meath

It was with great ceremony that the Grand Library of Dublin was completed on August 25th, 1094. It was hailed as an accomplishment of culture and learning by the of Agders and the county of Dublin quickly became known as the new learning centre of Ireland thanks to the library.

On October 12th of that year, a son was born to Torfinn and Alfhild, named Inge after the Ingebrigstens' whose histories of his predecessors Torfinn read voraciously after they found their way in to the Grand Library.

All was quiet in the land until just after February of the next year arrived.

"Torfinn, you remember reading from the histories about your great-granduncle who Torstein discovered had been robbed of the Duchy of Warwick, yes?"

The Duke nodded as he looked up from the treatisie on Aristotle that he was currently reading, "Yes, I do. What of Snofrid?"

Sighing heavily, the Stewardess clucked and tapped the parchment Torfinn held in his hands, "I don't know why you bother with it. The reading's too difficult for you and I have to explain to you fifteen times before you understand it. In any case, it appears that your great-granduncle was also supposed to inherit the County of Lancaster as a consolation for having the Duchy of Warwick unjustly taken from him. Unfortunately, outsiders conspired to rob him of even that territory and those bastard Leofricsons stole it from him."

Torfinn sat there for a moment, digesting the information before arriving at the obvious conclusion, "So I have a legitimate claim on Lancaster then?"

"Yes. Though I would not go and press it now. Your vassals are already becoming less loyal to you because of your reputation after seizing Ulster. Let it be for now. You did the right thing in raising the Church donations as high as you could. Let things rest for a while before you make any moves again."

"All right, I will. Thank you, Snofrid. Now will you please explain this section on logic to me again? I don't quite get it yet."

Snofrid sighed again, but sat down beside the Duke to once more attempt to explain Aristotelean logic to him.

September 5th 1096: Duchy of Meath

Sadness struck the of Agders when Inge died in infancy on May 25th, 1095. Yet this sorrow did not last overly long, followed as it was a few months later by the Count of Tir Connail remarking in a visit to the King of England that fall on how Torfinn was a fair and just man to be vassal to, who faithfully gave to the Church and who did not seek to opress any group in his population, even though he was a Norwegian lord in Ireland.

Word of this casual exchange soon got out and before long, Torfinn became the most prestigious and most pious of Agder ruler ever known.

A year to the day after Inge's death, Alfhild discovered she was once more pregnant. The ducal couple prayed that the third time would be the charm and that they would have a child who would live past her infant years. It was a little sad in the court to see only Alfhild's son and no of Agder children, for Thorborg was being raised King Erik of Sweden's court where she went to live with her mother.

Peace settled throughout the Meath territory until the fall, when Torfinn became restless after once more reading of Torstein's aggressive exploits leading up to his being named the Duke of Meath, ever after the rightful inheritance of the of Agder line.

Going to his private council chambers, where he met with visiting dignitaries in one-on-one sessions, he looked over the map of Europe with Snofrid's latest troop information marked on each province. Trailing his fingers along the borders, he suddenly smiled and stabbed a particular county.

There, the Shiekdom of Silves. Just 716 troops and ruled by an independant Shiek who was quite inept according to Snofrid's notes.

Yes, to Portugal he would go. It was time to fight the infidel.


Bastard Leofricsons! And poor Great-grandfather of senior of Agder line again...


Okay so not that bad a ruler, but he's old and he's got crappy health, so hopefully his heir will take over.


His deceased wife and the reason why heir is teh suk. I've never seen a wife this bad! She makes Torfinn look like a genius.


The current Sheik's heir. I love that 1 marital stat. Mmm, Kinslayer trait. Wonder where he got that from.


Good Lord! That's just amazing. I'm having trouble believing it and I'm seeing it. If there was ever a wife worthy of getting the Kinslayer trait for, this absolute zero fits the bill.


More of my masterful computer art, showing the location of Silves