Dominions 4 pbem: The Chronicles of Bogarus

[Grimwulf]

Well, I don't really hope to win this, but revealing entire strategy like that would kill all the intrigue. My Pretender design lacks a few mandatory things that Bogarus really needs early on, but it also gives a sort of opportunity later in the game. Idk if I live long enough to do it, or even if it's gonna work at all. Much like my previous LP

We'll see how it goes.

 

[Joined on the 4th of July]

I'm being mentioned already in the first post! Expecting a quick demise a bright future.

 

[Andnjord]

dk if I live long enough to do it, or even if it's gonna work at all.

That's one the reasons your LPs are awesome man

Mine was more of a general question though, I can see how Bogarus could obliterate anything standing in mid game with its hordes of cheap 2A 1S Astrapelagists, cheap (for the number of paths they get) Starets, turbo charged research, cheap flaming arrow'd archers and so on, but once battlefield wide spells come online their human mages communion will evaporate. Not sure what they can do once that point is reached.

I'm being mentioned already in the first post! Expecting a quick demise a bright future.

A quick demise is the brightest future one can hope for in the service of Our Lady.

 

[Caul Shivers]

Caul Shivers the spy humbly requests to serve in the court of the great Countess Elizabeth Bathory.

 

[Grimwulf]

Men, be advised: I have a nasty habbit of missing your edits. So if there is something important you wanna say, better do it in new post.

EDIT: If I end up as a Starets I humbly ask for the first pair of boots of Youth forged.

The Boots of Youth only solve half of the problem. While they keep Startsy alive, they don't make them much useful in combat. Their old age penalty is severe - Startsy are fragile, nearly-blind (low precision), get exhausted fast (high encumbrance). So you might want to take your time before recruiting them on a large scale. Those who plan to participate in battles will perform much better after several casts of Rejunevation. Waste of turns, but worth it in the long run.

Even better solution to this is gud old Twiceborn, just like in old times. Only applies to Startsy with D path, though.

Mine was more of a general question though, I can see how Bogarus could obliterate anything standing in mid game with its hordes of cheap 2A 1S Astrapelagists, cheap (for the number of paths they get) Starets, turbo charged research, cheap flaming arrow'd archers and so on, but once battlefield wide spells come online their human mages communion will evaporate. Not sure what they can do once that point is reached.

Well, there are a few ways to keep your human communions safe. I learned a lot from my EA Xibalba pbem here on 'Dex. Xibalban mages have no armor and only 7 hp - now that's tricky to sustain.

Another thing is that our host set gem site generation to 55 - just like in Early Ages. One should expect a hefty number of provinces with decent indy mages availiable.

 

[Grimwulf]

CHAPTER 2

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I am honored to accept your invitation, Ambassador. But If I may, why all the secrecy? We can always speak in Grand Cathedral or the Palace.

The walls of our Palace have many ears, Katrina. Even our late Tsar preferred to discuss delicate matters in more… secluded places. As for the Grand Cathedral, I’d rather keep the Tserkov away from political affairs.

Oh, my. These are dangerous words, my dear Ambassador.

Alexej knows full well that I don’t trust him. But even if Krovoslavnaya Tserkov had a more… fitting candidate to receive the Patriarch’s title, it doesn’t grant any political power to the Tserkov. I swore to serve the Tsar, not the Patriarch.

Fair enough. Although I doubt we shall have new Tsar in the foreseen future.

Since we don’t have one, I will make all diplomatic decisions myself. I won’t let Alexej to represent Bogarus if it comes to negotiations with other nations. He will sell us all to Ulm at first opportunity.

Is this the reason why I’m here?

Yes. It’s been a long time since Bogarus received any official delegations from the rest of the world. I want to know everything about the current political leaders.

Where do I start? Have you heard the proclamations from Pythium and Pangaea?

Spoiler

Even more so-called Pretenders and their Prophets? Just what we need right now. What do we know about Pythium's current state of affairs?

Next to nothing, unfortunately.

Spoiler

I’ve only heard rumors about some sort of mental illness among their people. Voices inside their heads, nightmares during sleep. Sounds almost like mind control.

Sounds like they got what they deserved for messing around with C’tis magical traditions. Who is this Apep?

I am sorry, Ambassador. I don’t know. Yet.

What about Pangaea then?

Now that is completely another story.

Spoiler

Never before was Pangaea that powerful. As if they finally accepted civilization and progress in their lands.

Pangaea is still a bunch of wild animals for me, not much different from Atlantis. The Tsar used to maintain trading partnership with Pangaea, and I wasn’t able to change his mind back then. But I won’t repeat his mistakes. These… creatures cannot be trusted.

Well, they made several statements for their own people and for those who inhabit nearby lands. I was told that new Pangaea is all about peace and stability, They wish only prosperity for their people, and…

I am NOT buying this pizdezh. Listen to the Pan’s flute for long enough, and you will only have a satyr stabbing you in the back, taking away your gold, and raping your woman.

You sure have… a talent for words, Ambassador.

Let us discuss other nations.

* * *​

FETCH ME ANOTHER BOTTLE, WENCH! Davai bistreye, gryaz!

Master Yuri, I don’t want to seem rude, but maybe we should…

Zakroi past, smerd! *hic* I know my limits! And you need to work on yours, you worthless southern pussy!

Dmitry opened another bottle of vodka, took a sniff of the bottleneck, and grinned approvingly.

If you needed a good drinking buddy, Yuri, you shouldn’t have dragged Ad Avis along with us.

Bah, I am perfectly fine with drinking alone. But I need to discuss something with both of you. You do know whom we expect tomorrow, right?

That Sviatoslav guy. Who is he anyway?

I have no idea, Dmitry. I’ve checked, then double-checked all recorded military expenses for the past several years. Neither the Tsardom, nor any Veliky Knyaz have ever paid for recruiting this warband. If that Sviatoslav even exists, he doesn’t serve anybody.

Maybe they were brigands or robbers before?

I thought about that, but they come from the swamps southeast of here. No caravan goes through these almost entirely uninhabited lands.

Previously good mood was gone entirely. Now all three of them were drinking in silence, until Dmitry finally broke it.

You don’t think that Sviatoslav is really-actually serving…

OF COURSE NOT! What are you, some kind of 9-year-old boy, who believes in every fairy tale about monsters and immortal women? Elizabeth Bathory is just a religious symbol, a fictional exemplar of virtue. If you believe her to be alive, what next? You will worship Ded Moroz?

Zatknis, smerd! I’m just saying that he comes from those swamps. Nobody lives there, since… you know.

Yes, former county of Bathory dynasty, now completely dead lands. What of it? Maybe they ARE brigands that were hiding from the law there.

Yuri, you proklyati drunkard, why would anybody hide from the law these times? We don’t have anybody to deal with criminals, especially outside of the city.

Kaznachei grumbled something under his nose, and the silence took over the flow of conversation once again. Ad Avis was noticeably nervous for some minutes, trying to decide whether to tell what he knows.

Sviatoslav passed through several villages on his way here. The peasants there… they talk.

What does the gryaz say?

They say that he possesses certain power. A Divine Might to match the Patriarch himself. His sight reveals the true nature of the people he looks at. And when he sees Sin, he is able to SMITE the sinner with the sheer power of presence.

Almost like Eparchs?

Except for Sviatoslav is only 24 years old. They say that wherever he goes, swift justice is served. People already started to call him the Prophet.

The Prophet? Of the Tserkov?

No. The Prophet of Elizabeth Bathory.

This is HERESY! I know that she is a Saint, but she is just a long-dead Countess, surrounded by all those rumors and exaggerations. She is no GOD! The Patriarch must know about this!

Calm your balls, Namestnik! I wanted to discuss some business with both of you first. A certain task from Rasputin.

What? You serve Rasputin now?

I serve the Tsardom, you fucking ubludok! Rasputin needs a specialist for solving a delicate matter, which involves, well, a bit of propaganda.

What exactly do you need?

I need you to find such a man, Ad Avis. Posters, pamphlets, town criers – you get the idea. And you, Namestnik, should provide this man with everything he might need.

Yes, I believe I know such a specialist. Azira, the Master of Names. Although his service isn’t really... ahem. Cheap.

How much are we talking?

155 gold pounds for recruiting. 124 gold pounds per year, paid monthly.

Ebite menya semero. I need another bottle. YOU THERE! WENCH! COME HERE, BLYAD!

* * *

​

The whole Court and most of the city guards were standing in the field, greeting the approaching warband. It seemed like the air itself became colder and devoid of all wind. Nobody wanted to admit it, but something supernatural was in the weather today. Besides, a faint smell was floating around the city. The smell of blood.

Finally, Sviatoslav and his men stood in front of the greeting party.

Sviatoslav turned out to be tall, muscular man with decisive, menacing eyes. His face showed no other expression, except for merciless condemnation. He didn’t look at anybody else, except Grigori Rasputin. As soon as he came close to the group, Sviatoslav punched his chest with right fist – a greeting gesture used by Chud ancestors, hundreds of years ago.

Spoiler

I am ready.

Horosho.

Alexej was noticably displeased that Sviatoslav addressed Rasputin instead of the Patriarch himself.

So you are the one who is willing to return those misguided souls to the bosom of the Tserkov? Will you fight for our cause if needed? Will you spill blood for me, my son?

No.

Sviatoslav finally looked at the Patriarch.

I am not fighting for you. I am fighting for Elizabeth Bathory.

Wh… how?

Listen to me!

Now Sviatoslav was addressing the whole greeting party and the crowd of gapers standing behind it.

Pantokrator has left this realm forever! He will not come back. The sole reason for that is Sin. You are all sinners, and your blood is pitch-black. Pantokrator was too weak to atone for your sins, and besides he never cared. The world of Sin is doomed, along with all its inhabitants.

With each Sviatoslav’s word, the air was becoming increasingly cold, heavy, and smelling of blood.

But there is still hope for you. A hope you don’t deserve. Her name is Elizabeth Bathory, and she is the last Truly Pureblooded. She is the only one who knows how to Cleanse. She is the only one who actually CARES about you, gryaz! She could have gone to a much better world long ago – gone to the same place that Pantokrator left, to live in well-deserved eternal peace and blissfulness.

The Patriarch’s face turned red; his teeth clenched so hard, one could almost hear them screeching.

BUT SHE STAYED HERE FOR YOU, UNGRATEFUL DOGS! Now listen to me closely, because I will say this just once: I am here for her, and not for you. If you disobey her – I will kill you. If you will try to harm her in any way – I will kill you. If you refuse to seek redemption for your sins – I will kill you. If I find a single minor reason to kill you – I will fucking kill you!

Sviatoslav turned to Rasputin once again.

I don’t need to stay or to rest. Give me the Tserkov’s representative you promised, and I will be on my way.

I WILL MAKE DECISIONS ABOUT THIS! Not Grigori!

Despite the Patriarch’s screaming, Sviatoslav was still looking at Rasputin.

Artemy, please. Step forward.

An old Eparch was now standing in front of the warband.

Spoiler

Wearing crude furs on top of luxurious Eparch cassock, he was very different from other Eparchs. Batushka Artemy was in good shape for his age, and he wasn’t afraid of long marches and bloody battles. Just like any other member of the Tserkov, Batushka Artemy was against violence. But when it came to sinners, he showed no mercy.

Lead the way, Sviatoslav.

When Sviatosalv’s warband was consumed by the horizon, Patriarch Alexej approached Rasputing, his voice hissing with hatred:

I will never forgive you, Grigori. When this warband gets obliterated by rebels, I will blame YOU for this.

 

[Suicidal Meat Slapper]

This is going to be good. I can only wait so long for the next update. May Sviatoslav lead us to our victory and purge the heretics in the name of our Lady!

 

[Monstrous Bat]

Having 90% of the text italicized make them kinda hard to read. Why not write the character speeches normally and reserve the italic text for the narrator?

Good stuff otherwise.

 

[Grimwulf]

Why not write the character speeches normally and reserve the italic text for the narrator?

Because I never thought about it, derp. You are right, it looks better this way.

Edited.

 

[Grimwulf]

CHAPTER 3​

The Hall of Elders was unusually crowded this day. Tserkov’s hierarchs; former servants of late Tsar; the wisest of Startsy; Several Grand Princes – all of them gathered together to achieve so simple, yet so controversial goal – decide on political course of Bogarus.

Bratia! Please, keep order! We must listen to each other if we want to reach consensus!

We are tired of your speeches, Alexej. Let the others speak their minds, for a change.

SHOW SOME RESPECT, DOG! You are talking to the Patriarch!

This isn’t Grand Cathedral, smerd. There are no ranks in the Hall of Elders - once you go through the door, everyone treats you as equal.

Just don’t forget that your invitations will expire this evening. Meanwhile, I suggest using the given time productively.

Why don’t we start with you, Grigori? I believe you owe us all an explanation.

I owe you nothing, Alexej.

You owe an answer to *me*, Rasputin.

This audacious demand came from Alexander Nevsky, a well-known and respected Veliky Knyaz.

Your brigands are coming to *my* lands, intending to fight *my* people. And you, Alexej! I was told that you’ve BLESSED this initiative and even appointed an Eparch of the Tserkov to accompany this madness!

Rasputin fooled us both, my son. I swear by my blood that…

Be silent, Alexej.

Grigori rose from the chair and came close to Nevsky, whispering in his ear:

I forgive you this once. However, I won’t forget your tone.

He was standing still for some moments, then returned to his chair.

Very well. Let us talk about the province known as Hand of the High Father. Kaznachei Yuri.

Spasibo. The Hand, as people usually call it, is one of the richest provinces in the entire area.

Spoiler

It consists of fourteen villages, and populated by more than eleven thousand peasants. Local farmers provide for most of the Tsardom. Our late Tsar paid for the voisko – sorry, I mean military – mostly from taxes collected from the Hand. The province and all its villages used to belong to…

Me. It *belongs* to me.

… Veliky Knyaz Alexander Nevsky.

Blagodaru, Kaznachei. Now tell me, Grand Prince, if it belongs to you, as you say, why don’t you pay the taxes?

Pay taxes to *whom* exactly?

Not this song again.

Silence, mraz! Bogarus is a Tsardom without a Tsar! I won’t trust a single coin to that corrupt Kaznachei! Half of my taxes will end up in his belly, the other half in Patriarch’s or even Rasputin’s hands! I won’t have it!

I can confirm that Nevsky stated several times: he shall pay all his debts once a new Tsar sits on the Tron.

Our late Tsar didn’t leave us any heirs, his royal lineage died with him. Pantokrator was supposed to choose a new dynasty of rulers, but unfortunately, he also vanished.

Yes, we all know this already. When all that happened, you had used the Tserkov as a tool, attempting to seize all political power yourself, Alexej. And failed miserably, I have to say.

When the Smuta began, my people were not a part of the rebellions. I kept my lands orderly, and even had to dismiss most of my troops, since I didn’t have any means to pay them for service. The trading had stopped Tsardom-wide. But *my* people did *not* rebel against Bogarus. They simply refused to take orders from the Patriarch!

Your people still believe that Pantokrator shall return. That Bogarus shall have a new Tsar.

Yes. I share their beliefs as well.

The Ambassodor put his hand on Alexander’s shoulder.

I am on your side, Grand Prince. But unfortunately, none of this will happen. Worse yet, we don’t have time to wait anymore. Numerous self-proclaimed gods are gathering armies as we speak. If we remain as weak as we currently are, there is no hope to stand against them.

So now you suggest to unite under Rasputin and his dogs of war?

Sviatoslav doesn't serve me, but rather both of us serve the Countess.

CUT THIS NONSENSE! Weren’t you supposed to be wise and powerful? Elizabeth Bathory?! This is a *ridiculous* excuse to seize my lands!

Where is she anyway? If she is the one who gives the orders, why not just reveal herself?

She will.

I don’t believe in Elizabeth Bathory. I won’t let the Patriarch or the Tserkov to represent Bogarus on the political arena. If any of you dares to cross me…

Rasputin raised his hand.

I trust your experience, Boris. You can represent Bogarus and make whatever decisions you consider appropriate during negotiations. For now.

For now?

When the time comes, you won’t have to believe in Elizabeth Bathory. You will behold her with your own eyes, in all her wisdom and purity.

Ambassador nodded, unsure how to respond.

As long as you keep your distance from my affairs…

Boris, you traitor! I have been supporting you for decades! The Hand is mine, and it will stay this way. I have more people than Rasputin. You can’t just take away my lands, damn you!

* * *

​

Sviatoslav ordered his men to take battle formation before they even approached defenders of the Hand.

Spoiler

Nevsky’s voisko wasn’t equipped as well as Sviatoslav’s warband, for it is hard to keep expensive armament in proper condition during such difficult times.

Spoiler

The defenders of the Hand were afraid. This strange warband was bearing the colors of Bogarus military – red and blue. It was obviously accompanied by Eparch of Krovoslavnaya Tserkov – such a high-ranking priest never ventures far from Grand Cathedral. Yet the warriors were standing in line, as if they were ready to fight.

Spoiler

Sviatoslav’s archers fired first volley, and Nevsky’s men charged ahead – more of instinct and confusion than anything else. Both Sviatoslav and Artemy were capable of Smiting – killing sinners with divine willpower.

Spoiler

By the time melee combat started, Nevsky’s men were already on the brink of routing.

Spoiler

The most experienced and well-equipped warriors of the Hand were holding a bit longer, and even managed to slay a couple of Sviatoslav’s fighters.

Spoiler

After the leader of defenders was pierced by a spear, the rest of them attempted to flee.

Spoiler

Sviatoslav’s warband spent the rest of day chasing and searching for the survivors, until he found and slayed every single one of them.

Rasputin received a message with battle report by the end of the day.

Spoiler

* * *

Master Azira.

Master Ad Avis. Care to explain why are we talking here, in the middle of a crowd?

Unusual circumstances demand unusual solutions, my friend. May I call you my friend?

Azira wasn’t thrilled to befriend Ad Avis. Sure, the latter found him a new well-paid occupation, close to the Court itself, but it’s not like Azira had any problems with gold income before. After all, not many magic practitioners of Bogarus become the true Masters of Names.

Spoiler

You can call yourself whatever you want, Master Ad Avis – this is not for me to decide. Was there any particular reason for our meeting? Because I would much prefer to get back to work as soon as possible.

I would never dare to bother you without urgency, Master. As you know, your services are mostly paid by Rasputin, although officially you receive your gold from taxes.

Yes. So?

There are other… groups of like-minded persons with their own goals, different from Rasputin’s. Which might use a specialist like you, no matter the price. Do you understand what I’m trying to say, Master Azira?

I do not.

I am sorry, but I’m very limited on information I can openly share. This is what I am allowed to say: you are currently occupying a truly unique post that offers many opportunities.

Officially, I am just a Royal Auditor.

But in fact, you are the Master of Propaganda. You control the flow of public information, make all decisions about its course and strategy, and don’t answer to anybody.

Are you implying that Rasputin won’t try to control my work?

He trusts me to do it. Well, it’s mostly because he doesn’t think that propaganda is of any major importance.

They were slowly passing the street while talking. Azira looked at the pamphlet nailed to the wall of a house nearby, and smiled with satisfaction. His most recent work.

Inspirational poster, with Sviatoslav calling people to enlist in voisko of Bogarus. Azira decided to use old Chudyllic letters to tickle patriotic senses of Bogarusians. It says “We have no choice, but to fight. By our own will, or out of necessity – we shall not put our homeland to shame, but rather die defending it. Because the dead feel no shame”. Now that he thinks of it, this message sounds rather stupid in common language. But it should work in Bogaslavic.

I am listening, Master Ad Avis. Who else might require my expertise?

There are three different groups. You won’t have to meet personally with any of them – I am willing to be your middle-man, asking only for symbolic compensation, due to risks involved.

What can you tell me about these groups?

You are already working for one of them, and free to stay loyal to Rasputin, inspiring people’s faith in Elizabeth Bathory and Sviatoslav. Who knows – maybe she IS real, after all. Even if she’s not, faith alone can change the world.

I prefer to study every available option before making final decision.

The second option is to support the Tserkov and the Patriarch. This might lead to a more peaceful and less bloody course for Bogarus. Our Patriarch is known to solve problems in a more… delicate manner.

What about the last group?

Ah, I can’t tell you much about them, yet. Let’s just say that if you are none too eager to support Rasputin or Alexej, you might as well support the third party. They offered the best price, after all.

Azira had a tough decision on his hands.

* * *

Alexander Nevsky was looking at his loyal warriors, lying motionless in the blood-red snow. He couldn’t understand how could this happen or why. But he knew perfectly well what to do next.

I will find him. I will kill him. Klyanus.

Blame the swordsman, not the sword.

Veliky Knyaz knew this voice. It wasn’t the first time he heard it. And just like any native Bogarusian, he knew what he is supposed to do – not to look at her, not to talk to her, go away from her. But at that point he didn’t care anymore.


Alexander turned around and looked directly into those glowing eyes.

 

[Got bored and left]

Now that is some proper heresy smiting!

I will find him. I will kill him

In the inevitable film adaptation, Nevsky should be played by Liam Neeson.

 

[Grimwulf]

The power of autism is strong within me.

Forgot to say that if I tag you in muh story-posts, you are given a KEY CHOICE (no, this isn't Mass Effect, but still). Choose wisely. Or randomly.

I should probably write it down somewhere in the List section.

In the inevitable film adaptation, Nevsky should be played by Liam Neeson.

 

[Azira]

Ah, choice time.

Not out of loyalty, but because I respect his strength of will and his vision, I support Rasputin.
Besides, his name is a strong one.

P.S. "cease" means to end something. "seize", which is pronounced much the same means to grab or take control of something.

 

[Grimwulf]

Not out of loyalty, but because I respect his strength of will and his vision, I support Rasputin.

Aknowledged.

P.S. "cease" means to end something. "seize", which is pronounced much the same means to grab or take control of something.

Common langauge is hard to grasp for Bogarusians. Edited previous posts, thanks.

 

[Dreaad]

Hmmmm trying to role play and not get in your way too much....

Dreaaad shall be a humble infantry man. One among many (I know bogarus infantry sucks balls ). A sword and shield will be fine. Just separate him into his own little squad and either put him at the back of some infantry block or set him guarding one of the mages.

We shall see how long he survives and perhaps one day, someone will see his potential and raise him up to commander status .

If he dies, the first time you summon a devil of any kind, he will be that devil .

 

[Grimwulf]

Dreaaad shall be a humble infantry man

Units cannot be given custom names, though. How about neutral commander?

Spoiler

They don't require a castle turn, and somewhat better in combat than your average infantry. They still suck and everything, and it's usually a bad idea to send them in melee, but maybe Lady Luck will smile upon you.

 

[Dreaad]

Dreaaad shall be a humble infantry man

Units cannot be given custom names, though. How about neutral commander?

Spoiler

They don't require a castle turn, and somewhat better in combat than your average infantry. They still suck and everything, and it's usually a bad idea to send them in melee, but maybe Lady Luck will smile upon you.

Sure why not. Just use him as infantry not some castle builder or troop herder.

 

[Grimwulf]

CHAPTER 4

​

Kaznachei Yuri was drinking vodka in the royal parlor, trying to figure out recent financial reports from the Hand. Nevsky’s peasants did a truly horrible job with financial accounting during this short period of their independence.

Sudden knock on the door caught him by surprise.

Zahodi! … COME IN, BLYAD!

The door opened, and Royal Spy Katrina stepped in.

Yuri, you naughty boy! I can see you are enjoying yourself this fine morning! Will you treat a lady with a drink?

It’s, err. This vodka is spoiled, sorry. I was about to get rid of it, just a bit later. Anyway, have you done anything about that favor I asked you before?

But of course, my generous gospodin. All your… contributions have reached their recipients.

Any results yet?

The mercenary guild accepted our modest bid for the famous Renegade Sage.

Spoiler

Master Dagan is already working under Master’s Ad Avis command.

Good. Rasputin made it clear that Ad Avis should finish some sort of researching by the end of this year, and now this goddamn southern focus-cracker just can’t leave me alone, asking for fresh investments in his magic and other dyermo. I hope that Dagan knows his trade.

Oh, he does. The mercenary guild spoke highly of him.

I bet my ass they did. You know what else is high? His PRICE!

Yuri made a sip from the bottle.

I thought this vodka is spoiled?

It is, Katrina. It is. I can’t afford a decent one with our current expenses. Now, what of Chetverti?

Veliky Knyaz Janvar Chetverti refused to designate any of his own men to serve in Bogarus voisko, just as you predicted.

What about his younger brother, Knyaz Iyul?

He is waiting for us in the courtyard, accompanied by several warriors.

They better be good.

Yuri decisively finished the bottle, and went towards the courtyard, swinging.

A handsome man was standing outside, greeting Katrina and Yuri as they approached. Knyaz Iyul Chetverti – the youngest brother of Veliky Knyaz Janvar Chetverti.

Spoiler

While not being particularly rich or influential, Iyul is one of the few people in Bogarus who doesn’t have any enemies. Unlike aggressive and distrustful Janvar, Iyul tries to be on a good side of everybody. That doesn’t mean that he is an open-hearted or generous person, but rather that Iyul is an over-cautious man, always trying to stay away from trouble, never taking any risks.

Greetings, Knyaz.

Iyul, my love, you look VELIKOLEPNO this day!

Gospodin Yuri. Gospozha Katrina.

Knyaz Chetverti kissed Katrina’s hand elegantly.

I’ve brought my warriors, as Rasputin requested.

Finally – a Knyaz that is still loyal to Bogarus! Unfortunately, you seem to be the only one who answered our call. Even your brother Janvar preferred the way of cowards and rebels.

Well, my brother never listens to my advice, and I don’t really want to refuse a man like Rasputin. We all know what happened to Alexander Nevsky. He disappeared right after a small argue with Rasputin, and haven’t been seen for a month since then.

A mystery indeed.

Katrina smiled.

So I figured that if Rodina needs my men, and since they are patriotic enough to give their lives for our cause – why should I hold them back? 6 Peshtsi and 13 Vois – they are yours to command.

What? Chto za nahui.

Kaznachei tried to count the warriors standing behind Knyaz, but his vision was too blurry to do it.

No, that is not enough.

Unfortunately, I don’t have any more. Now, if you excuse me…

Where do you think you’re going, Knyaz? Rasputin’s orders were clear.

To bring a squad for the voisko.

To LEAD this squad in battle.

Iyul’s expression instantly changed from narcissistic self-confidence to genuine fear.

L.. lead them? Wait, I was told…

Do you want me to call for Rasputin? In case you have some questions about the task?

No, I… I just wish to point out that my actual combat experience is, well, none. I am not Janvar – my role was always to keep our household in order while my brother was attending to military matters. I am not fit for the role of leader, therefore…

Enough of this crap, Knyaz. I have other things awaiting my attensun. Attenton. *hic* VNIMANIE! All you need to do is to deliver your men to Rimtooth Pass, and wait for Sviatoslav’s arrival. He is currently in Ivory Keep.

Let me show you on the map, love.

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Katrina, we knew each other since childhood. You know that it’s a bad idea to trust me any kind of combat-related decisions. Do you remember the time when you saw a rat in your bedroom, and asked me to get rid of it? And I tried to light a candle, so it would run away from the fire?

… What were you doing in her bedroom in the first place?

AHEM. Iyul, please.

Katrina led the Knyaz away as delicate as she could.

Just lead your men to Rimtooth Pass, and let Sviatoslav handle the rest. I am sure he won’t need your direct participation after that. You will be back home in no time.

Iyul sighed heavily, but agreed in the end. After all, what choice did he have?

When Knyaz Chetverti and his squad left, Yuri and Katrina stayed in the courtyard for a bit more.

You didn’t tell him the whole truth, eh?

What did you expect me to say? “My dear Knyaz. Unfortunately, we haven’t heard from Sviatoslav for almost a month now, and we aren’t sure if he is even alive or not. But have no fear! Rimtooth Pass is known to hide the largest and most aggressive rebel army in the entire area. So if Sviatoslav won’t show up in time, you and your men will most likely be spotted and obliterated in a brutal fashion. It is all a part of our plan, of course”.

Chert poderi, that fucking warband. What could possibly happen to them in Ivory Keep? It’s just a barely populated province with glorified ruins of some ancient castle, from which the province name comes. We know for a fact that there are no rebels there.

Indeed. The rebels tend to stay away from the Keep, for there are disturbing rumors surrounding them. But how can mere fairy tales stop our glorious Prophet?

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Undead was approaching.

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It is said that nothing truly dies here, in Ivory Keep. Once this fort served a home to Chernobog – a demigod necromancer from ancient Vanarusian myths. Whether it is true or not, people tend to stay away from this place. And for a good reason.

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Alexej.

Boris. I would prefer to speak in the halls of Grand Cathedral, but since you refused to accept my invitation...

You wanted to talk – then speak it up. Nobody listens to us here.

Very well. As you probably know, I failed to recruit Master of Propaganda. He preferred to work for Rasputin, and spread heresy about Elizabeth Bathory being a God; Sviatoslav – her Prophet; Grigori Rasputin – her official representative here, in the capital. All this blood staining nonsense…

Do you plan to whine and complain the whole night?

Have some respect, Boris. You were such a polite child once.

I don’t have time for respect, Alexej. Cut to the chase.

I’ve heard rumors that there was another group seeking Azira’s loyalty. Third group. Do you happen to know anything about them?

No. Even if I did, what makes you think I would share it with you, of all people?

Trust me, my son. I wouldn’t ask you if I had another option. Unfortunately, I’m not able to squeeze this information from Ad Avis. Katrina must know something, but she hates me even more than you.

You’ve executed her sister, after all.

I tried to purify her dirty blood.

You’ve burned her alive.

Boris. I am not here to talk about the past. I need your aid in this matter. Whoever those people are, we have a common enemy: Elizabeth Bathory.

Patriarch, please.

Listen to me, you stubborn fool! SOMETHING will happen by the end of this winter! I don’t know what is Grigori planning, but I won’t be surprised if I see Elizabeth Bathory in flesh – this man is capable of nearly anything! And now, when he is about to have our people’s support with Azira’s help, he will be unstoppable. Both you and me will be stripped out of power, even more so than now. We MUST act fast!

Ambassador took some minutes to think. The Patriarch didn’t break the silence.

Let’s assume I can find out something about these people. Let’s make a big stretch and say that I can introduce you to them. What next?

I have a plan of how to save Bogarus, which only requires some investments. I would prefer not to delve into details right now, let’s just say that I have… acquaintances among political leaders of certain foreign nations, that are… not too hard to bribe.

To the point, Alexej!

Fine! Proklyatie! I want to pay tribute to a certain nation, in order for it to invade Bogarus and destroy Sviatoslav and his warband, accusing him of being the aggressor!

For blood’s sake, Alexej.

I have everything under control! Right after that you will perform official negotiations about ceasing warfare, and we shall blame Rasputin for that hopeless war that he provoked. Even Azira won’t be able to change peasant’s minds on that matter. Sviatoslav will die in battle, and Rasputin will be executed in front of the cheering crowd!

What about Batushka Artemy?

If he won’t die along with Sviatoslav, I’ll make sure something fatal happens to him on his way to Bogarus.

I see. Nothing can be done about Rasputin as long as the crowd loves him and believes him. Sviatoslav’s recent victory in the Hand, and Azira’s propagandistic campaign make things even more complicated. Thus, if you want to get rid of Rasputin, you have to get rid of his reputation first. Foreign invasion...

Will you arrange this meeting for me?

I still have to decide whether to trust you or not. Besides, the man you are looking for… He had to leave the capital today. By the order of Rasputin.

Proklyatie.

As the Patriarch was about to leave, Ambassador stopped him for one last question.

Tell me, Alexej. What if Rasputin is right? What if Elizabeth Bathory really shows up here in Bogarus?

Then we'll have to murder Elizabeth Bathory.

 

[sqeecoo]

Wow! What a cliffhanger So there's gonna be real intrigue! I'm of course cheering for the bloodthirsty vampire that bathes in the blood of virgins to restore her youth since she's obviously the good guy here.

 

[Andnjord]

So, are you going to go through with this and invite another player to attack you for RP reasons?

Very Prosperian of you, I approve.

Nice way to leave us hanging about the battle result, although with two H3 priests I would be very surprised if you actually lost.

 

[Grimwulf]

So, are you going to go through with this and invite another player to attack you for RP reasons?

It's the Patriarch - he is out of my control!

ice way to leave us hanging about the battle result, although with two H3 priests I would be very surprised if you actually lost.

Well, Banishments often miss their targets, so who knows.

 

[Got bored and left]

Damn, Grimwulf, you actually managed to create some proper suspense, bra-freaking-vo, man.

Also, lol at "spoiled" vodka. Should vodka actually start to go bad easily, we'll know the end times are upon us

 

[Joined on the 4th of July]

I see you have been too busy to give proper attention to all the portraits. So I have provided a fixed portrait of Iyul here:

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[Andnjord]

I see you have been too busy to give proper attention to all the portraits. So I have provided a fixed portrait of Iyul here:

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Pink haired SJW's? In the service of Our Glorious Lady? Outrageous!

 

[Grimwulf]

CHAPTER 5​

As Knyaz Chetverti was passing through Rimtooth Pass, he heard somebody roaring battle orders in the distance. Iyul rallied his men to make haste.

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The rebel army charged ahead. Arrows pierced some of them. The others dropped dead by Divine Will of Artemy and Sviatoslav.

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The rebels had some crossbowmen and heavy infantry, but lacked discipline and combat experience.

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Soon this short, but bloody battle ended. The enemy was routed.

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The warriors were tending to their wounds, and enjoying this well-deserved respite. Batushka Artemy, Sviatoslav the Prophet, and Knyaz Iyul Chetverti gathered in the tent to conclude the day.

Why did the Court send you, of all people?

Because I was the only one who answered the call?

You? How comes a coward such as you ends up…

That’s enough, Batushka. Knyaz has brought us reinforcements – that’s all that matters.

Just want to point out that I am not a coward. I am simply rational. Anyway, what’s our current situation?

I have reclaimed western territories of Bogarus, fulfilling the will of the Countess.

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My former plan was to go south from here, crossing the pass. But it is too late now.

Why?

Look here.

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Rimtooth Pass remains frozen during the whole year, except for a short period in midsummer. No longer that a single week, usually. If you arrived just a few days earlier, while I was waiting here for you…

HEY, stop blaming me! I came as soon as I could.

Our religion Krovoslavie teaches us about different colors of blood for different types of sinners. Do you know what color is the blood of cowards?

Well. No?

It is purple.

With these words, Artemy suddenly stood up, his eyes glowing with righteous fury.

BUD PROKLYAT TI TEM TSVETOM NA CHELE TVOEM CHTO TECHET V KROVI TVOEY GRESHNOY!

Wh.. WHA

From now on, you bear the curse of the Tserkov. Your hair will be purple for the rest of your life.

You fff… Now THAT’s mature!

Satisfied with his work, Batushka stepped outside.

The old man lost it. Completely lost it!

Be grateful that you still breathe. He destroyed a small army of undead single-handedly last month, and did it with passion of a true warrior. Artemy despises cowards and traitors. As do I.

Sviatoslav stood up and was about to leave.

We shall go back to the city. My work here is done.

Knyaz Iyul was left alone in the tent, tired and frustrated.

I heard that purple is the color of manhood in Midgard. Perhaps, I should travel to Midgard? *Sigh*

He noticed a half-empty cup of wine on the table, then remembered that Batushka Artemy was drinking from it before. He probably forgot his drink here, and will come back for it later.

Unsavory thoughts were floating in Chetverti’s head. He had a tiny bit of poison on him - just a precautionary measure that is popular among Bogarusian noblemen – that could very well kill the Eparch. Iyul was mad at the old man, but does he really want his death?

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Joined on the 4th of July time for KEY CHOICE:
1) Poison the wine
2) Spit in the wine

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This morning Grigori Rasputin invited Ambassador Boris and Royal Spy Katrina on a private meeting.

Gospodin Rasputin, what a pleasure to see you again! Say, how do you manage to look younger each time we meet?

Grigori.

The Starets made a gesture, allowing his guests to take a seat.

I’ve just received a message. Sviatoslav successfully reclaimed western Bogarus.

What about the rebel army in Rimtooth Pass?

Dead.

Good. I assume he will now proceed south, to the Northeast Blessed Basin? We need to amass military presence in the area before discussing the borders with Ulm. Negotiating with them was never easy.

Rasputin listened to Ambassador, but his eyes were focused on Katrina. Grigori’s sight was that of a hawk hunting its prey.

The Knyaz was supposed to be in Rimtooth Pass a weak earlier.

I… I’m sorry. I did what you asked, but Iyul himself is…

Send him to me as soon as the warband arrives in the city. I wish to speak with him personally.

Yes, my Gospodin.

And do not fail me again. This was your last mistake.

Katrina didn’t respond, just looked away.

The pass will remain frozen for a year, maybe more. Our chances of expanding south are gone. The warband has to come back now.

Unless I tell Sviatoslav to go west.

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Trollhome. Not an option. Right next to this province is…

Only now did realization came to Ambassador.

What? You actually WANT to start a war?

I WANT our dear neighbours to know their place. Maybe, just maybe, I will sell their precious Trollhome afterwards – you will do the negotiating. But if I decide to sell it, the bargain will go on MY terms.

I think you mistake yourself for a Tsar or even a God, Rasputin. We can’t afford a war with just a single warband at our disposal.

Where are your balls, Ambassador? Did that eunuch Alexej convert you to his faith or what?

You are crossing the line, Grigori.

Please, Gospoda! You can’t argue like that – our whole Tsardom depends on your ability to cooperate!

If you order an attack on Trollhome, I will deny any official involvement. I am going to blame everything on Sviatoslav and his personal initiative.

Did you forget that Sviatoslav is accompanied by official Tserkov’s representative? An Eparch, no less.

Boris clenched his teeth.

Ahem. By the way…

Nobody listened to Katrina right now.

Thanks to Azira’s incredible work, along with several well-placed, umm, bribes – our heroes are now actually heroes! Both Sviatoslav and Batushka Artemy are now among the most popular characters in the world!

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They say that Sviatoslav is so strong, he can crack human skulls, just by squeezing them with one hand!

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And Batushka is epically… well, FAT

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I mean, BIG. Yes. Gospoda?

They still didn’t listen or even looked at Royal Spy.

Before you go warmongering in the west, Grigori, let me tell you something about the North. Bethod, the king of Midgard, is dead.

Rasputin had to make an effort to hide the surprise.

How did it happen?

I don’t know the details.

I do. He was betrayed and assassinated by one of his closest and most trusted kin. They call him Tul Duru Thunderhead. My agents report that instead of challenging the king to a duel, honoring ancient Midgard traditions, he launched a surprise attack. The king was killed by some kind of magical throwing axe – my reports are a bit vague on the weapon – but one thing is clear: the king didn’t have a chance to defend himself.

That Duru was executed in place, I presume?

Unfortunately, no. It seems like he is ruling Midgard now.

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Upsetting. I remember king Bethod to be a conservative, rational man. One of the few foreign rulers which I could almost respect. All we need right now is a warmongering madman sitting on the Throne of Midgard. Dyermo.

For me it’s just another reason to raid and pillage Trollhome. Make an example for the rest of the world.

For ME it’s high time to find war allies. If Midgard decides to expand their southern borders, there isn’t much chances to solve this diplomatically.

Our land doesn’t need any allies.

It does. And since Rimtooth Pass is frozen solid, we can use this as a basis of constructing peaceful relationships with Ulm. After all, Ulm and Midgard are not likely to find common ground in the future. Take a look at the map.

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Ulm? ULM?! GET OUT OF HERE, BORIS!

Rasputin was infuriated, for he hated Ulm with passion, but only a handful of men knew why.

The Ambassador took his leave, without giving away his emotions. Although Katrina’s sharp eye noticed a trace of satisfaction on Ambassadors’ face.

Gospodin Rasputin?

The Starets has calmed down already.

What is your final decision about Trollhome?

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Master Azira! It’s so good I met you here!

Is it?

Azira had a tight schedule this day, and he wasn’t ready to waste his time on Namestnik.

DA! Just wanted to point out that your work is OUTSTANDING! People are enlisting in our voisko, and it is rumored that even Grand Princes are considering returning.

Well, that is… to be expected.

Actually, Azira did not expect such an immediate effect.

I think it’s the latest rumor you’ve started a week ago. It spread like wildfire among the peasants of nearby provinces, the Hand especially. You didn’t even tell ME about it, har har! I was genuinely caught by surprise the first time I heard it, and then BABAH – all those fresh recruits come enlisting in voisko and city guard! Master, you are THE Master, har har!

Yes. I know.

Right then, I dare not bother you any longer. Still, that was brilliant! Bogarus is about to have a new TSAR! I wonder who it will be! You know already, right? Hope it’s not Boris. Naaaah, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know. People are enlisting – that all that matters! I should go. Have a good day, Master!

Namestnik left, leaving confused Azira in the middle of the street.

He did not start any rumors about the new Tsar.