Hello everyone,
This is my first AAR [hopefully] depicting the rise of Poland in a VH/VH Late era campaign.
While the first post is more of a prologue, presenting the setting and characters, I hope that the chapters that follow will give a bigger and more detailed account of the involved characters and the events that occur in their life.
I should also note that English is not my first language- so please forgive my writing
.-=-=-=Summer, 1220-=-=-=
"The decision is final."
"B-"
"It is /FINAL/."
Grand duke Leszek's voice echoed throughout the large meeting hall, and Helena could swear she saw her father's fist clench into a ball.
"I have fed you, I gave you shelter and education, - I even allowed you to prance around the country and beyond for whatever little thing that captured your heart. But you are a PIAST, Helena. And your duty lays with Poland. Not with a ploughing German prince."
A flock of advisors eyed Helena, nodding in affirmation- although none dared to lend his voice.
Helena's eyes locked unto her father's. She held the chair's arm tightly, until she could feel the blood draining from her knuckles.
Despite their differences, both Heinrich and Elisabeth treated Helena like family- something she never felt amongst her own siblings, Wladyslav and Tworzymir.
"Heinrich and I were supposed to be married off to one another in three months! You can't expect me to gallop willingly and marry that pig Stephen!"
The grand duke's fist slammed unto the table, and Helena saw her father's body tense upwards.
Even at the age of forty, he was an handsome man, with sharply defined features and a neat, trimmed beard.
"Get out."
The flock of advisors and minor Szlachta left wordlessly, knowing better than to intercept the family feud.
Even before the last of his cohort left the hall, Leszek paced towards his daughter, eyeing her critically.
"How long do you think it'll take our 'supposed' allies to turn on our borders, daughter? Just because you and Elisabeth shared dolls does not mean we are SAFE. If its not the Empire, then their demented offspring to the North, and if its neither of those, then its the Pagans and our neighbors to the south."
Helena's features hardened, but her father cut her speech by talking hold of her arm.
"You ride tomorrow. You are to be presentable, charming and approachable. You are to secure the future of this nation. So ACT appropriately."
His palm let go of her own, and she could feel the blood flowing back into her now aching limb.
Everything happened so fast- The emperor's hunger for conquest and expansion has earned him the wrath of the Pope, who in turn excommunicated him from the faith, creating endless opportunities for neighboring realms.
She wanted to be there with Heinrich when he liberates his country from invading forces. She wanted to clean his wounds after a long battle, she wanted him to tell her how he missed her after a long campaign.
But what she wanted had no place in the politics of the realm.
"Yes, father."
Her feet carried her out of the Hall, away from the flock of waiting advisors and nobles, away from the serving girls and servants, away from all those things that felt so meaningless now.
She pressed a teary eye against the pillow and dreamt of Heinrich.
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Leszek's chest heaved heavily, and he could feel an old wound burning in the left side of his chest, where his finger lingered, pressing the leathery scar that marked the area.
"You're worried, love?"
Salomea's voice took him by surprise, and he visibly shook, much to his wife's delight.
"You know I don't have much choice, beloved. If Pol-"
Salomea took her husband's side and passed a palm along his back.
"I support whatever decision you make, love. I know that you would rather see Helena happy"
Leszek eyed his wife in silence.
His marriage to Salomea were, at first, a political interest of her father, the duke of Halych.
He never imagined he would grow to cherish the petite girl from the fringes of his realm, with her neat black hair and reserved demeanor.
What first began as a chore turned to a blessing- and his younger self grew to appreciate, and even love his maiden.
"She will be gone at first light. Our daughter, our jewel. Cut away from her home and the man she wished to marry since she was six. I don't regret it, my love. I only pray that God will guide her - and us - true."
He could feel Salomea's body slide against his own, and the woman kissed his exposed shoulder blades.
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Tworzymir wiped the sweat from his forehead, then spat to the side.
"Ploughing-"
His sparring companion, Radovid, showed no signs of fatigue, and paced around the noble with light steps, sword at hand.
"You can always admit defeat, Ryzmir"
And that face. Radovid was everything that Twor wasn't- handsome, physically gifted and swift.
He had a way of reaching people with words. To win hearts, to make a man forget a grudge, or a girl to lose her virginity.
Radovid's blue eyes sparkled with joy and intelligence, while Twor always imagined his own brown pair to be more akin to a still puddle of horse .
"Again!"
Radovid nodded, accepting the challenge before pacing forward, ever graceful in his maneuvers.
Both of their swords met with a subtle ptang, followed by a series of clinks and clanks of colliding steel.
Radovid feinted, drawing Twor for an aggressive lunge, which he rewarded with a punch to the jaw.
Twor absorbed the hit and slashed aggressively, finding Radovid's sword, which soon followed with a poke to his rival's midsection.
Twor cussed and took a step back.
The prince was about to advance against his opponent, when a sentry approached the youth, bowing formally.
"Prince Tworzymir, head advisor Samuel wishes to see you."
He exchanged a quick look with Radovid, before dismissing the sentry.
"Must've been that messenger that came here earlier."
Radovid dismissed himself with a mock bow, and the prince left the courtyard towards the manor proper.
The sound of debating men greeted his ears even before he entered the hall, and he ran a palm over his features. This was going to be long. Long and boring.
He opened the great wooden doors and surveyed the gathered.
The entire council was present, debating, heap of paperwork and parchments covering the stained table that dominated the chamber's center, with some men possessing a cup of liquid or a plate of foodstuff.
Samuel rose from the opposite side of the table and bowed stiffly.
He was a gaunt man, and his trimmed white beard covered most of his jaw and face.
"Prince Tworzymir, good. We've much to discuss."
Something about Samuel always kept him at unease. His hawkish nose, the single brown eye (it was said he lost his second in his younger days while in captivity, which is something Twor found hard to imagine), and the long graying hair that cascaded down to his neck, all gave Samuel an otherworldly feel.
"We have just concluded a meeting with a messenger from Krakow. Your sister was sent to Hungary, following the Emperor's excommunication."
Twor's lip twisted. While he never favored Heinrich, he saw him as an upstanding man, cultured and intelligent. A bit unmanly, frankly, but a very suitable husband to his sister.
"Nothing to say? Good. Then we'll have more time to discuss your father's demands.
He wants you to prepare a suitable army to defend Plock's borders, should the Order see fit to diverge their attention."
"You and I both know that Plock is a trade hub. We lack the facilities, experience and funds held by the Order. At best, we can pray-"
"Which is why your brother and uncle will both bolster our ranks."
Twor exhaled uneasily.
His uncle, Jan, was a good man- albeit simple minded.
His brother Wladyslaw on the other hand, was much like Radovid- a man of grace and finesse, an experienced combatant, loved by men and women alike. But while Radovid was fickle and prone to self-humor, Wladyslaw was cunning and prone to explosive bursts of temper.
"I see you're uneased, my prince?"
Twor ran a palm along his stubble and seized the gathered as before. All of their eyes were on him, waiting.
"See to it, Samuel. The army that is. I want the men to be greeted properly. Have the servants ready the rooms. Expand our barracks if you need to- and likewise with the kitchen."
Samuel nodded once, and he jotted the prince's decree on a piece of paper.
"Good, now, let's discuss your father's other projects.."