I am playing as the Ottomans and its about turn 25 to 30. I started off at war with Russia, but after wtf-omfg-ruining a Putin stack outside of Crimea i offered them peace and they accepted. Then little Georgia attacked, and after my men stopped lolling, they had to be eliminated, didnt want to, had to. Then freakin Persia attacks.
They show the skulls of kings on a chain to me AND they insult my Queen. So i enjoyed putting them in the ground. Then Chechnya, feeling left out, attacks. I sigh, before moving now well experienced units north to the Caucasus to lay down the law cos I AM THE LAW. YOU HAVE BEEN JUDGED.
Anyway, these dusty foreigners fight well around the mountains of Grozny. Constantly delaying and harassing me. I finally get to their capital. The road to Dagestan is littered with dead Turks. So i think, i'm gonna offer these guys to become a protectorate instead of killing then raping then eating them. They will come in handy as a buffer against Putin.
They fought well, they share the same moon-god religion, and they could help me if we decide to decide to brand a crescent on Putin's arse. It was a win win situation. I offer them two provinces to make them strong like Turkish bull. They accept. We all drink and be merry and make love to each other in the traditional Turko-Greek way.
Everything was awesome about my plan except for one tiny flaw: it was complete bollocks.
After i concluded a peace/protectorate treaty with the Chechens, and with a very sore bottom, i notice the Morrocans had attacked my pirate homies of the Barbary State. We are allies you see, and allies help their allies.I got a message from the barbaries telling me "a couple of Berbers who were up to no good, starting making trouble in my nieghbourhood, i got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "you are moving to your aunties and uncles in Rumelia". This troubling news made me want to send a strongly worded letter to the Morrocans asking them to stop. By "letter" i mean a boat load of sweaty swarthy Turks. And by "stop" i mean "die in a yachting accident".
I send a shipload of badasses to North Africa. These guys have spread their badassery all over asia, time for Africans to experience the feeling of Turkish balls ripping thorough their flesh. As soon as these boys land in Tunis all happy and talking bout how badass they are, the Chechens, -heads that they are, decide to attack me. I felt betrayed. I havent felt this way since Fiona and I split up.
They were protectorates. Surely they couldnt attack me just like that? Our relations weren't great after our little war, perhaps i should have given them money or gold chains? I thought protectorates meant they were going to be my little female dogs and help a brother out? They were my protctorate for like 3 turns. Help me out.