The Scottish Revolution
The Scottish Revolution (A Vanilla AAR)
"Welcome to Scotland", greets King Malcolm of Scotland, as the immortal being of great power moves his cursor and double clicks on the portrait of the Scottish King. "Your armies await your command and the fate of our Kingdom is your decision to make". The immortal being stands from his leather chair and descends into Scotland, intending to make Scotland the greatest Kingdom on Earth.
This AAR was inspired by, ah I forgot his name but its inspired by the very amusing Scottish AAR with the Border Horseman. The objective of this AAR is to have Scotland conquer as much land as they can in an amusing and eventful way, not just a plain, "Scotland moves their army here and destroys 400 Timurid full stacks". I'm allowing myself to use the cheats, add_money and toggle_fow, as well as lowering the difficulty to E/E so the storyline doesn't go awry if I lose an entire army. This is an introduction and it will take quite a while but my next updates will be shorter and sweeter. I hope you enjoy.
King Regards Valandur.
Prince Edward's Quest for Glory
King Malcolm, the King of Scotland, father of Prince Edward and Edmund Canmore who command his armies and basically run the entire for their father who usually spends most his time having large feasts with his court for no apparent reason. Being too drunk to realise these things himself, his youngest son, Edmund Canmore feels the need for Scotland to expand her borders and form a worthy nation to defend itself from William the Conqueror, the new English King. King Malcom looks past the Heir, Prince Edward and see's Edmund doing all the nation's work and would name him heir if tradition allowed. Thus feud arrises in the Canmore family and here is Prince Edward's story to win glory for himself and finally reveal himself as a worthy Prince in his father's eyes.
Prince Edward stepped into a homely wooden room of the Scottish Palace in Edinburgh, to be exact, his father's room. The King looked up from the pile of documents on his desk as Edward let the door swing shut behind him.
"Good morning, Edward", said Malcolm, "It's good to see you still follow orders". Edward groaned in his mind, his father often went out of his way to make him feel bad. "Your are to be married, to Elizabeth of Ross-shire, an estate north of York ruled by a lord who can benefit our Kingdom's interests. You are our bargaining piece". Edward felt shocked. His idiot father was putting personal dislike in front of his own Kingdom's benefits. He should be married to a lady from England or France to help benefit their alliances, instead he was being sent off to a Lord's daughter who's father barely had any power at all.
"Why not Edmund, father?" asked Edward, desperately desiring to get out of this current situation.
"Because Edmund will be campaigning north for me and will have little time for marriages. Besides, I'm holding his marriage for a marriage alliance with England". How ironic thought Edward. "Now, go look for our messengers and tell them to gather all the nobles in the city, we will have a feast tonight".
"Will I be attending?" said Edward, his father had had many feasts this year and Edward had only been present at one of them, the other dozen times his father had put him out of the way with pointless reaons.
"No, you will be riding out tonight with your bodyguards, rally the soldiers from the nearby villages and towns so Edmund can be ready for war by morning".
And Edward left the room....
But Prince Edward took matters into his own hands. Leaving his new wife, Edward fled out into the night with intentions to gather an army and march on Inverness, where Edmund was heading to take the city. Travelling through the populated Highlands he gathered to himself an army made up on simple Militia and marched on Inverness just as Edmund's army arrived. His army arrived just minutes before Edmund had begun his siege and Edmund himself was shocked to see new Scottish banners appearing on a hill in the horizon.
Both Princes stood but three hundred metres from the gates of Inverness, ruled by a Robber Baron with a small army and began arguing on who was going to siege the city. Meanwhile, a man dressed in extremely dandy looking clothes stepped past them and walked purposefully towards the city. The archers on the walls fired at him but the arrows were absorbed by his clothing and he broke down the gates with a single knock and stepped into the city where a battalion of spearman fanatically stabbed at him with iron-tipped spears which blunted and snapped. Edward and his brother watched in fascination as the man walked to the very castle of the city and disappeared within.
Seeing the gates open and the army defending distracted by a man in funny clothing, Edmund ordered his army to attack. His bodyguard led the way but he stopped just within the gates seeing something he hadn't expected. All the formerly rebel soldiers stood in Scottish Uniforms and the man with the funny clothing stepped past him and walked south. Edmund and Edward stood with their mouth wides, but anger boiled beneath their awe. The city had been taken by diplomacy, not battle and neither Prince had won glory! Hearing word of another rebel city to the west, both armies moved south to cross the English Channel into Ireland.
Meanwhile, a fierce storm struck Edinburgh and King Malcolm was struck by lightning while doing graffiti out on his own city while drunk. The King was left in a uncertain condition but awakened the next day to the relief of his Royal Subjects. But the King was no longer the man he was before, now he was barely human. The lightning had rendered him extremely stupid and he made uncomphrensibly dumb decisions.
Yes, extremely stupid.
Moving down to the rebel settlement of Dublin, Prince Edward's army led the way, closely followed the Edmund's army who was in fear of being attacked by "barbaric Irish peasents" who were in fact, more civilised than himself. The man in funny clothing had got there a day before Edward but a fat Scottish Spy blocked the supernatural diplomat's line of sight as he neared Dublin and was directed West where he would find another city.
Meanwhile, more formely loyal subjects rebelled as the King's stupidity reached its zenith and even after that, he just got dumber. The Kingdom of Scotland was falling apart without Edward and Edmund knowing as their King made plain retarded offers to other factions.
So stupid that it threatened the very wealth of the nation itself.
Meanwhile the King's personal diplomat was disgusted by the stupidity of his King and headed south to London in an attempt to make amendments with England but a giant sheep blocked his road and he was forced to stop his journey until the sheep moved off the road.
Meanwhile, the two brothers finally got their taste of warfare. The army of rebels had sallied forth, aided by another harrying force that attacked from behind. The harrying force attacked Edmund's army first while Edward was moving his army up from the west as reinforcements.
Though the enemy force was barely 100 strong, Edmund's force of nearly 1000 soldiers were content to wait for reinforcements so their position wouldn't be in such a bad situation. Though, the enemy force fled west to attack Edward's army as the rebel reinforcements headed his way as well. Edmund, of course, didn't want to be the reinforcements so he decided to have some lunch.
Edward, though not as incompetent as Edmund, was far from military intelligent, in fact, far from intelligent in general. The rebel reinforements had moved forward, a group of Irish Kerns outrunning the rest of his host. The Sergeant of a unit of Border Horse, an smart man, in fact one of the smartest in all of Scotland, ordered his unit to charge the Kerns who were trampled under the Scottish Horsemen. Edward decided this was a splendid idea and led the rest of his cavalry forward. The Irish Kerns were routed but Edward was unable to stop his horse because he decided pulling the reins would only make it go faster, so instead.... he kicked it. And the horse charged right into the main host of rebels, the forwards rank carrying spears ready to incapacitate any horse that came near. Edward's confused cavalry followed after the Prince and rode straight into a line of spearmen. But the fury of Edward's horse was unmatched and the pitiful Rebels fled before its might as it trampled down their conrads. The enemy army routed and Edward was given a new sense of bravery and decided he would defy Medieval II itself and tried to leave the map. But this of course didn't work as the red line was impenetrable.
And Scotland was victorious!
And Dublin was Scotland's, but Edward's celebration was cut short as the battle results appeared on the immortal being's screen. The victory had been put under Edmund's name, who hadn't done anything in the entire battle while Edward and his bodyguards has personally slain 183 men. Edward became outraged and marched into the city, and burnt many buildings to the ground and killed a part of its population.
Meanwhile, back in Edinburgh, King Malcolm screamed in delight and put down his toy doll and started dancing when he read that Edmund has successfully conquered Dublin, well, actually, his personal assistant read it for him. Judging that Scotland was a mighty empire, the King ordered for his armies to be assembled and the invasion of.....
Hungary will begin.....
Part 2 - Ed's the Mighty!? coming soon..
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