The Late Night Liquor Club, A MP AAR

[Amric]

This will be 1.07 July 23rd beta patch with settings of normal/normal with a game speed of normal, perhaps above normal.

The Players:

Nalivayko- Bohemia, also known as Bacardi "O"
LordLeto- Wallachia, also known as Captain Morgan
Anibal- Naples, also known as Pinga
Amric- Genoa, also known as Bacardi 151

The House Rules:

1. No attacking another player until 1600.<Subject to change due to game conditions, if all doing well would be changed to a sooner date. If all doing poorly, would be changed to a later date>

2. No trade embargo of another player until 1600.<again, subject to change due to game conditions>

3. Remember, it's a game. Don't take it personally!<No flamewars in chat.>

4. Any player playing a french minor may not become France.

5. Any player playing a Spanish minor may not become Spain.

6. Players at start should all be in same alliance.<Subject again to change due to game conditions>

7. No gang warring another player after 1600. Example: Player 1, Player 2, and Player 3 all have full alliances DoW Player 4. That would be totally dishonorable. Not allowed. If Player 1 and 2 have full alliances against a single player is again to much. If Player 1 and 2 have only 1 or 2 allies each then it would be allowed.

8. Early European expansion should be mutually agreed upon by all players.

9. Anything outside early agreement is fair game(If Bohemia can conquer the Aztecs, more power to them!)

10. Once 1600 is reached, other than gang warring, all bets are off. Alliances between players is fine, but in the end, ins't it every man for himself?


The four of us have already done much discussion about this, and feel we will have a good and enjoyable game, and an AAR that you all will enjoy.

I have made another thread for reader comments and such so that this thread can be strictly for the story.

Please try to remember to only comment in the OOC and comment thread!
Here is a link for the OOC and comment thread as we are going to keep this thread strictly for the story! Thanks!

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[Amric]

July 25th, 1417


A mighty warrior has brought his band of men into Genoa and conquered the city. his name? Amric Al'Aeshir. He is legendary, having fought throughout Europe, moving on once the contract was completed. Some believe his is but one of a long line of men named Amric. Others whisper that he is immortal. A vampire he is not, as his heavily muscled form is quite bronzed by the endless days out in the sun. His coal dark hari only shows a hint of grey, while his piercing green eyes seemto root many to the spot when his gaze is turned upon them.

Whatever the case, he is the ruler of Genoa. A position he has no intention of relinquishing any time soon, if ever. But holding it might prove difficult without allies. After a lengthy debate within himself he decided Bohemia, Wallachia, and Naples would be the best choices for allies.

It took Amric 2 days to craft highly personal, yet also professional letters to each monarch. He had them sent with a lancer escort to ensure their arrival to the appropriate destination. The most important part of the letter to each was a personal invitation to come to Genoa for a meeting, which would cement an allaince between the four small nations. An alliance that would cause them all to become mighty powers.

He curbed his impatience, something he had more than ample practice at doing. Centuries worth....ever since he had fought witht he Franks against the Moorish invasion so long ago. A scimitar into his guts, a wound which by rights ought to have killed slowly and painfully, caused him to realize that he healed at an amazing rate.

As the decades turned to centuries Amric realized that he was apparently immortal. As his martial skills increased he rarely ever became wounded again, and showed no scars from his past ones. He learned strategy and tactics fromt he masters until he was one himself. So statecraft became his next goal. Hence Genoa.

It was time to put his lessons into practice. his anticipation of the meeting was keen. Amric turned back to the day to day work that needed his attention.

It would be months before there was a reply from his overtures, and not until 1418 until the meeting. Plenty of time to prepare luxurious guest quarters for his royal partners.

[LordLeto]

September 4, 1417

Mircea cel Batrin watched as a group of lancers bearing the banner of Genoa approched Targoviste keep. The lancers came bearing the offical seal of Amric and a letter by his own hand. It seemed he had been invited to Genoa, and his principality into an allaince.

This was quite out of the ordanary, not only was Wallachia nearly subject to the turks it was on the opposite side of the Schism that had split christianity so many years before. Though in his years of rule he had endeavored to mend the schism, his nation was not in position to force such ideas. But if these Genoans were brash enuf to aid him he might be able to turn the turkish tide and end the Hungarian claims on his lands. He would go to Genoa and see. He would also bring his son, Mihail. Ignorant was a word never to be used in discribing Mircea, he was getting on in years this alliance would be his sons decision, Mihail would be the one called to honor it, in name and on the feild of battle.

Two companies of Lancers road to the sea, one Genoan one Vlach, it would not be the last time these two banners flew side by side.

edit:made some changes, mixed up the rulers.

[Anibal]

August 20th, 1417 A.D.

Pinga claims himself to be a direct descendent from the great Julius Caesar. On the army since twelve years old, like the ancient romans, he gained fame as a mercenary who worked for the aragonese, as well as from the Pope and even the greeks of Constantinopolis. He fought the ottoman turks on their defeats near Tessalonic years ago. He fought for the Pope's forces on his wars agains Venice. He commanded the aragonese forces that conquered Naples.

Known as a very skillfull general, nobody knows the real name of Pinga. He calls himself as that, as he likes drinking some breweries made from sugar cane from the Canary islands. Some say this drink has magic powers... and he also likes to be called as "51". Also, nobody knows why.

After having conquered the kingdom of Naples for the aragonese king Afonso V, he declared himself independent and he was named the ruler of Naples, receiving support from the napolitan people, who hated their aragonese sovereign. Pinga is very popular on Naples, among the noblemen, the traders and also the peasantry. And Pinga gets worried about the intensions of the Pope, knowing that he also claims Naples for himself. War seems iminent...

Because of that, he receives happilly the letter from Amric Al'Aeshir, the genoese ruler. He looks forward on an alliance to counter the aragonese and papal rule over Naples, and he even has a dream of restoring the roman empire. Not the empire as a territorial nation, but as a powerfull and influent nation with the intent of making cruzades against the muslims. He shall meet Amric Al'Aeshir personally.


EDIT: spelling errors

[nalivayko]

Jan Zhizhka - Prague

Two years have passed since Jan Hus was burned at the stake, but his blood still calles to me and begs for revenge. My nation is rising from its knees and calls on me for leadership as well, but little could I do - an old and blind man - to help my country free itself from Papal and German yoke.

Little could I do, but things are different now... Two days ago, long after the sun went down, I was pacing the streets of Prague, looking for the creatures of the night, known to dwell in the darkest districts of the city. The was one, a woman - if you could call her that - that was out hunting and planned to feed on me, mistaking me for an easy prey. But my hands - the same hands that wielded my sword at Grunwald seven years ago - did not need the eyes to tell them how to act. I caught the creature and made a pact with the devil. I lost my humanity and gained an eternal life. I became a vampire, and God forgive me for it, but I had to do what I had to do to save my country.

I still hope I will not be forced to drink the blood of the humans. It is the only thing that still terrifies me about my new self - the thirst for blood. So far, I've been feeding on the blood of animals - but let my enemies beware! I don't know if I can control myself in the heat of the battle.

No, my eyes did not heal, and I am still blind. It may be a good thing, as I can still walk the earth during the day - contrary to many beliefs, vampires don't burn at sunlight - but their eyes are extremely sensetive to light. Being blind, I don't have the same problem. However, my other senses have been imporved a hundreedfold and sometimes I almost forget that I cannot see.

Almost forgot, an envoy arrived today from the ruler of Genoa. I have heard things about him that make me suspect he is of the same breed that I belong to now. As much as I hate my new nature, it is something I will have to live with and others, like me, will have to be dealt with. If it will help my country to gain its independence from that traitor - Emperor Zigmunt - I shall visit Amric of Genoa in the place of his choosing. And maybe, just maybe, the blood of Jan Hus will stop calling to me one day and his soul will rest in peace, safe in the knowledge that Bohemia is free politically as well as religiously.

If you still did not guess my name, my friends call me Jan Zhizhka. My enemies - Blind Devil.

[Amric]

Amric was well pleased. Within the last month he had gotten responses from all three Monarchs for the proposed alliance. Granted each of them already had allies, but eventually an alliance between them all would be most beneficial. He had already ordered embassies to be built for each of the three nations. They would be quite opulent and spacious.

He had also ordered the Palace to be refurbished, with large very well appointed suites for visiting dignitaries. He made sure that three of them would always be set aside for the nations of Bohemia, Wallachia, and Naples. The gardeners of the palace were ordered to make it the envy of all Europe. They of course went to their work with a will, as they knew they would be replaced if they did not.

The city walls were strengthened and improved, as was the harbor. The streets and buildings were being cleaned and repairs were being done all over the city. The main routes were beautified as much as possible. Nothing must prevent the city of Genoa from putting their best face forward. This alliance must happen. Even if for the short term it would be nothing other than informal.

If marriages could be arranged over time it would help cement relations. Perhaps even trade agreements should be signed as well between the members. Amric himself designed the war room as well as the conference areas. The war room must project a proper military aspect without being threatening to the other monarchs. The conference room must be comfortable with all the right items for lengthy meetings.

Entertainment had to be arranged as well. Minstrels and other performers were hired for the period of time proposed for the meeting. The army and navy were ordered to drill for the event of demonstrations for the visitors. They must impress upon them that Genoa was strong and capable. A worthy ally in the times to come.

Amric foresaw a time where most of Europe would be in flames. Nearly constant warfare. England and France were still embroiled in their struggle for supremacy. Granada still existed in Iberia. Many small states existed, some of which would be eager to expand. Whereas larger nations would be more than willing to swallow up anything and everything in their path.

The Turk was a shadowy menace to Europe in general, and a terror to the eastern portion of the continent. Wallachia in fact would be most apt to know the most about the infidel. As well as the situation in the last dying embers of the Byzantine Empire. Bohemia would be in the best position to know what Poland and the minor German states.

Naples would be in the position to know the most about Aragon, if not most of Iberia. Genoa, due to the experience of Amric would know the most about the French and English situations. All in all it should prove to be a productive meeting.

Hopefully the four of them would agree on terms for dividing the European sections between them. Military support between them would prove to be most helpful, even though Wallachia was the most isolated.

Amric had a long discussion with what nobles were left in the city. He left them no illusions of his control of the nation. A veiled promise of horrific retribution and lavish gifts would ensure their cooperation. Rebellion, treachery, or outright treason would be dealt with extremely harshly. Already those who had no respect for the law were feeling the effects of the rule of the Amric.

Crime had gone down to an all time low. Criminals were being caught and brought to justice swiftly. The city militia was quite large, well trained, and very well armed. People were actually able, and WILLING to walk about even late at night with minimal fear of being accosted by robbers or killers.

Lamps had been erected along the streets with oil reservoirs that the lamp lighters guild would light each evening. From the Ligurian Sea the city sparkled like a jewel both night and day. Special silicates had been infused in the paints of the buildings so that the city was a sparkling riot of color. The sunlight would reflect the silicates, as would the lamps lit at night.

Trees were either planted or pruned along the main wide boulevards. Flowers and bushes were also placed in pleasing ways. Street signs were ordered placed throughout the city, and business signs were repainted so that they would be bright and colorful when the dignitaries arrived. The sewers were expanded and repaired when necessary. Outdoor oubliettes were built leading to the sewers so that chamber pots would no longer have their contents flung out into the streets.

Trash collection was implemented as well so that it would also not litter up the streets of the city. Various reusable items were taken from the trash while the rest would be taken to a city dump. Eventually the compost would be used for land reclamation projects to extend the harbor and the walls. Perhaps an island could be built outside to help protect it fierce storms. Even a fortress might be built out there to help protect the harbor from enemies.

Amric had numerous long term plans. Not only for the city of Genoa, but for all lands controlled by the city state, as well as any future conquests. The ultimate long term goal was to slow down, if not stop the ongoing warfare throughout Europe. With the help of his allies he believed it could be done. Peace in Europe would be wonderful. For an ancient warrior/soldier/warlord it was a goal he dearly desired.

In many ways he was tired of war, oh so ever tired. But he knew that a belly full of war would have to waged. Rivers of blood would have to be spilled. Generations of young men would be sacrificed on the altars of war. Amric felt regret about such, but it would not stop him. He would let nothing stop him. He had no desire to rule all of Europe. He hoped his allies would agree with his thinking on this matter. If they did not, he hoped that they would at least agree with the division of the continent to an extent.

He wanted no war with them. From what little information he had gleaned the new Monarch of Bohemia seemed to be different. Reports had it he was blind, yet was able to move about with the sureness of those who could see. It was a puzzle Amric would be happy to try to unravel. But if he did not, no matter.

He would be sure to suggest the Monarchs attempt most assiduously to continue their lineage so that he would be able to work with each succeeding generation smoothly, and hopefully efficiently. If he could father children, he would. Unfortunately, in all his many years he had not ever had children. It seemed it was impossible for him to have children. Despite the numerous wives he had had over the centuries, as well as many lovers, none had even become pregnant. Not a single one.

It bothered him, but there was nothing to be done about it. Centuries ago he had spoken to a priest about the problem. He barely escaped from Spain with his life. The priest had spoken to his superiors and they were eager to execute him as spawn of the devil. Even though he had helped push the Moors further back, leaving more of Iberia to the Christian Iberians. That was gratitude for you.

From that point on, he had little truck with priests or religion. He had been careful to keep the priests of Genoa happy, but he also informed them that their lives would be forfeit if they ever tried to foment rebellion against him. There would, of course, have to be a legal fiction of a child born to him and a wife. He would be sent away to a foreign land for schooling, to return at the opportune time to take over and rule the nation. Of course Amric would still rule, as he would be the “son”. For generation after generation it would have to be thus.

The Catholic Church, the Orthodox, the Infidel. None of them would accept an immortal man without believing he was evil, or tainted with evil to a great extent. Even the Nicene heresy wouldn’t have accepted it. For the time being he would have to maintain the fiction that he was mortal. There was no choice. For now.

[nalivayko]

Jan Zhizhka - Prague

I find myself sleeping less at night... in fact, I find myself hardly sleeping at all. The visions of future battles often mix with my memories of the past. It all started with my preparations to leave for Genoa - the rumors I hear of Genoan ruler... they stir my memories the most. I think we've met before, when I was still young and was fighting for the Polish crown against the Teutons. Yet, it is the image of Amric in my other visions that troubles me the most. For some reason, I believe that whatever we accomplished in the past together is nothing compared to the horror we are about to unleash on the world.

For faith and my country... Or is it just a primitive lust for blood that pushes me down that path? Maybe, both. I still hope my soul is not lost comletely to the Lucifer. I recite prayers three times a day and hunt down my newly found relatives in Darkness. Sometimes, my hand trembles, when I think some of them have chosen that life for the same reasons I did. It never hesitates to finish the slaughter though, and for that reason I thank God with all my heart.

Meanwhile, the ranks of hussites continue to grow. The students take out to the streets and fight Germans and those who pity them. I ordered my men to keep low, for even a beast in me wishes to spill the first blood, the patriot and politician in me want our enemies to begin the hostilities first.

I guess, our situation will improve after my trip to meet Amric. Maybe I shall find allies in Italy, the likes of which the world has never seen.

[LordLeto]

The two lancer companies approched the walls of Genoa. The Vlachs were awestruck by its appearnce, their Genoan companions equily surprised by the appearnce of their city. Vlad Dracul, Mihails younger brother who had accompanied his father in his stead while he ruled in his fathers, near fell of his horse as he stared in wonderment when they passed under the great gates of Genoa. Much embarrased he looked around to see if the other men had seen his folly. They hadnt, they were admireing the city more then he was. At the head of the companies his father and the Genoan Captain were discussing with one another, a quick tap to his horse and he joined them and listened intently.

".....if I didnt recognize the guards and a few faces I would say we happened upon the wrong city Prince. It seems Amric has gone to great lenghts to impress you and the other partys."

"Yes you spoke of other letters before, to whom were they sent, certinly a nation with a bit more presteige then Wallachia."

"I dont know the specifics but on the day we left two other companys were also dispatched, one rode with us till Mantua where they turned north, the other left for the south at once, deeper into the boot."

"Perhaps Amric wishes to woo the Austrians. And as for the second company, many choices, certinly not the pope, he would never agree to a allaince with a shismatic. Maybe Tuscany or Modena."

"Maybe, but you will know far sooner then I prince."

"I dont en.."

"Captain!" another rider joined the trio. "I have word from your commander, you are to report to the stabble houses at once."

"Another time then prince?"

"Another time."

The Genoans gave their fairwells to their riding companians and doubled back. The Wallachians continued down the rode a large keep lay at its end.

"This has the makings of a most eventful stay Vlad."

"Yes father."

"You will accopany me during my talks with Amric, heaven forbid, but you may have to rule if something happens to your brother, he may not be as lucky as I was when those treacherous saxons attempted to depose me."

"Mihail will know what to do father."

"I dont know, but either way pay close attention, this will be an experince none the less."

"Yes father."



He watched from the keeps walls as the Wallachian Prince and his companions approched. Yes it was all falling into place, after years of shadowing Amric, guiding him unwitingly. Recently Jan Zhizhka was given a similar gift, though not the same as Amrics, it did bring with it a few flaws, but Jans uniqueness elimnated those, in the end it was the same. Both feared the clergy, both feared their change, and their god. But gifts they had been given, even if they didnt know it yet. He would like to cast away their fears, but orders were orders, they had to be free of the knowledge of who exactly had given them their gift, something about not corrupting their actions. He didnt realy understand, but then understanding wasnt needed. What was understood was the greater picture, these few souls would have to bear their cross, like so many before, it was all part of the plan. It must work. Soon one of these Wallachians would be give a gift, it wasnt clear which one yet, perhaps that young one with the prince. Time would tell.

[Anibal]

Pinga, aka 51

Pinga decided to go as an "unknown" to Genoa. He dressed like a napolitan merchant, because he didn't want to be recognized by patrols from the Pope or king Afonso V of Aragon. He went to Genoa among the crew of a napolitan merchant ship carrying wine to be sold there.

Before going, he decided to separate some bottles of the best napolitan wine, to gift Amric in exchange for the calling. Pinga doesn't know yet that representants from other nations are being there for the discussing.

He doesn't have a good relationship to the church. He wants to split the State's and the Church's affairs. The church must be independent, and also the state! Many members of the chlerigy doesn't like him for that, but in general he has support from the napolitan priests. Well, the Pope is a different history, as he turned side when decided to leave his services for the Pope when he fought the turks leading the Byzantine forces, helping them to defeat the turks at Macedonia, near Tessalonic! For the popes, he is a traitor.

Naples has a small army of about 8000 men, most infantry. Most of them are mercenaries soldiers he commanded when he conquered the Kingdom of Naples for the aragonese king. He turned side again, declaring independence, and received support from his soldiers. After brilliantilly defeating Afonso V forces in 1416, he had his independende recognized. Pinga got heavily wounded in a battle near Taranto, almost losing his life when he was hit in his chest by the spear from an aragonese cavalryman. It seems that drinking the brewery he calls also "pinga" helped a lot to get him up again. He never got sick again, he never got wounded again, he even manages to sleep only about four hours a day!

He looks forward to sign an alliance with Amric Al'Aeshir. He needs a strong ally. War seems iminent! He has no navy, so he thinks, Genoa can be a nice ally.

[Amric]

July 21, 1418



Amric stood atop the Palace watching the Wallachians parade through the city.

Impressive, he thought to himself, Well dressed formations, nicely uniformed, the weapons look quite serviceable. Very nice indeed. Ah, my captain has been talking to the Prince and another young man. Perhaps a son? We’ll see soon enough. The captain has gotten his orders and is peeling off from the Wallachians. Pity I can’t hear what the Prince is saying to the young man.

No matter. They look very professional, even if some of them are gawping at the city. It is to be expected, after all. I anticipated this. Who am I kidding? I counted on it! I’m very much looking forward to meeting Mircea cel Batrin. He’s quite a fellow. Beat down a rebellion that nearly took his throne away and has improved his situation since then.

My Admiral informed me yesterday that a lone Neapolitan merchant ship was approaching Genoa in the Ligurian Sea. Which was strange, usually they sent more than one at a time for trading purposes and security reasons. I shall be interested to know more, but I will have to wait and see.

A Bohemian contingent approaches from Milan. They are not moving quite as fast as the Wallachians. I presume it is Jan Zhizhka, the blind ruler of that nation. The name teases my memories of Tannenberg and the Grunwald Forest. A messy war between Poland, Lithuania, and the Teutonic Order. The second to last contract I accepted with the Bohemian contingent of that war. There was a Jan there who was blinded in the battle, but surely it is not him?

If it is, I will be quite interested in hearing his story for the past eight years. I was not sure that he would survive this harsh world without his sight. But apparently I misjudged him. To become a ruler with such a handicap is quite an accomplishment.

But it is time to go down to the courtyard and greet my guests from Wallachia. They will be here soon.

Amric scrambled down the stairs into the palace and hurried to the courtyard. A company of Palace Guards and a band were waiting. The band had been practicing the national music of each of the countries. They were tuning right now, ready to play the Wallachian anthem. Amric’s hostess and her staff were also ready, in their best gowns with a guest gift for the Prince.

A trooper arrived next to Amric, nearly out of breath,” My lord, the Prince has brought his younger son Vlad with him.”

Amric paled,” Get the second gift out here.”

A secondary hostess ran into the palace to return moments later with another gift. The first was one of the finest blades made in Europe. Amric had had it specially made for the Prince. In fact, he had four made. Each the same as the others. Etchings on the blade near the tang had the coat of arms of each of the allies to be, with the owner’s nation closest to the tang.

Another sword was waiting for Vlad Dracul. It was a blade Amric himself had won in battle against a Moor centuries before. He was sure the young man would appreciate the quality, as well as the history of it. It had once belonged to a Sheik long ago. The irony, he was sure, would not escape Prince Mircea cel Batrin or his son, Vlad Dracul. A gift of a fine horse was in the stables for the heir of Wallachia. It would be returning with them to their nation.

A trooper at the gate waved to them as the Wallachian party began to enter the gate. Amric motioned for the band to begin playing. Strains of music wafted out strongly in the slight breeze. The Palace Guard stamped to attention as the hostess and her staff waited patiently for the Wallachians to dismount and approach.

Amric, attired in his dress uniform, waited with his famous patience. The time for diplomacy was at hand.

[LordLeto]

As Mircea cel Batrin and his son Vlad Dracul entered the Genoan keep the beatuy out side the walls was quickly forgoten, the memory replaced by the splendor of Amrics court yard. A band played..... a Moldavian tune. Smiles broke acrros the face of both father and son, they new Amric was going to great lengths to impress them, this little mistake just about made their day.

"Dont correct him in public son, I want to see how he acts unhindered by this show."

"I wont father, I quite like this song though." Answered Vlad with a sly smile.

Mircea's smile grew even bigger and he patted his son on the back.

"Lets hope our host is fond of your wit."

Father and son arrived before Amric and dismounted. With a subtle hand gesture so did their companions. As clock work servents took the reigns of their horses and led them away. Another hand gesture and the men save for four, fallowed their steeds. Six men stood before Amric. Without a word from their lord the first hostess came forward before Mircea, bowed, and presented the sword. He took it and bowed back, removing his sword and hilt as he inspected the new one. The crests of Genoa, Wallachia yes, but Bohemia and Naples? Unexpected to say the least, this will be an interesting stay indeed. He tossed his old sword to one of the men standing behind him who placed it in his hilt. Then attached the gift to his waist. Drawing the sword checking balance and weight.

"A fine gift indeed Lord Amric."

He replaced the sword in his hilt. The second hostess steped forward to Vlad, bowed and presented him with another sword. Young Vlad mimicked his fathers actions. But on closer inspection his eyes lit up. Damascus Steel! Any turk that sees me in battle with this sword will surly die of envy before he tastes its metal.

"A very fine gift Lord Amric."

"Yes, I won it from a Moorish Shiek in Iberia many years past."

"Yes those heathens have nice things, but I doubt the sultans men will live long enuf to to truely appreciate its sight before their necks."

"But come, let us withdraw inside, we have much to discuss."

Replacing his sword in his sheath Vlad looks to his father.

"May we tell him now father?"

"Soon Vlad, soon."

As they acended the stairs a dozen men on either side of the group presented arms in a show of resepct. Vlad increased his pace and cought up with Amric and began talking to him in ernest.

"Not yet Vlad." Shouted Mircea.

"I know father." replied his son.

Amric looked back puzzeled but did not dwell on it as Vlad began the convorsation again.

[Anibal]

51 lands among the merchants. A guard from the genoese militia stops him in the harbour.

- I'm a napolitan merchant. My name is Giovanni Brocanelli. Amric Al'Aeshir has bought some goods from me and he wants to meet me personally when I arrive. Where is his Palace? - he lies. Nobody needs to know who he really is.

- Go ahead three blocks, turn left and then... - he explains.

- Thank you so much! - Pinga leaves. He carries four 5-litters bottles of the best napolitan wine.

He is stared. Atonished. Surprised. Genoa is really a beautiful place! Maybe the most beautiful city in the whole Italy! He is also a bit sad. He couldn't take much care of his Naples until now. He is, of course, very popular, but Naples is too poor when compared to Genoa. He also doesn't have a navy! Maybe he can meet some genoese bankers...

He doesn't know if Amric will accept his gift, his rather poor gift. But, today, it's all he can offer. He is feeling shamed...

The gates of the palace are very impressed, compared to the napolitan. In fact, everything impresses him! Queen Giovanna II's castle is rather poor... Yes, Naples has his kings and queens, but everybody knows that Pinga is the true ruler there. The royal family is a puppet (and ally).

The guards allow him to enter, as they know that Amric is waiting for a napolitan merchant.

The band plays a napolitan popular music. 51 is... enlighted! He didn't think to receive a very good reception! And a very well-dressed (with napolitan typical clothes) man comes at him.

- I am here to receive you. Lord Amric waits for you upstairs. But, before going up, he wanted me to give you a small gift from him.

51 takes a chest. He opens it. Wow! A sword!

- Pinga, it is made of Damascus's steel. Hope you like it!

He is really impressed. He doesn't know how to thank! He even sees the napolitan sheild near the hilt! He also sees the genoese, bohemian and wallachian shields. He doesn't understand this, as he doesn't know that he wasn't the only one called for an alliance.

This sword is what every warrior desires! The world's best sword! Maybe Amric has got it from the turks... he wonders.

- Guard, - he is almost crying. - thank you for the wonderfull receiving! I could never do anything like this in Naples!

- Don't mind of that. Amric awaits him upstairs!

- At least I hope that he accepts my poor gifts.

And then he goes upstairs, while hearing the napolitan music. He doesn't know what awaits him...

[Amric]

“Lord Amric,” Vlad asked,” May I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” Amric replied looking back at the Prince,” Highness, I’m taking you and your son to your quarters so that you can freshen up before dinner. I have taken the liberty of having some libations waiting for you. As well as some fresh fruit, and the bathing chambers are ready if you wish to bathe.”

Prince Mircea nodded,” That is very gracious of you.”

“Lord Amric, my question?”

“Yes?” Amric smiled.

“How exactly did you get this sword?” Vlad asked.

“Vlad! That is a bit impertinent!” Mircea admonished his son.

“It quite all right, highness,” Amric chuckled,” It is not a long story, after all.”

Vlad waited with as much patience as he could.

“I was with the Franks during the Moorish Invasion north of the Pyrenees. I was in the midst of battle when that very sword cut deep into me. Despite my shock I cut the man down. He was quite well dressed, and I found out later he was a sheik. I don’t recall his name, it was quite some time ago. Needless to say I thought I was dead. I pulled out the sword and to my amazement the wound healed. I still don’t know how or why I was healed of that wound. But here I am centuries later. Breathing, walking and talking right here.”

Mircea looked at him with some concern,” You walk in the daylight. You cannot be a night stalker of legend.”

“Um, no. I don’t crave blood or any of that,” Amric replied hastily.

Vlad smiled, his eyes shining,” So you kept the Moor’s sword as booty.”

“Something like that,” Amric grinned.

“Speaking of swords,” Mircea began,” I noticed that the insignia of Naples and Bohemia grace the tang of this sword, as does Genoa.”

Amric grimaced in embarrassment,’ To be honest, highness, I am still new to this diplomacy thing. I should have mentioned in my letter to you and the others that I was inviting all of you to this conference. Four nations have a much better chance of surviving the coming storm than one, or two nations. I hope you can forgive me of this error?”

Mircea smiled,” Of course, Lord Amric. It happens to the best of us. In fact it heartens me to know that there is more involved than just us.”

“Thank you, highness,” Amric replied,” Well here we are…”

He opened a door that led into a lavishly appointed suite of rooms. A sitting room, with another open door into a bedchamber also very well appointed. Another door entered into the bath chamber. A oubliette behind a closed door, as well as a wonderful inlaid marble tub flush with the floor. Copper piping led to a set of pearl handles. One marked Hot in gold, and the other marked Cold. Large, fluffy towels were set aside on a nearby towel rack.

“I hope this meets with your approval, highness?” Amric queried.

“Oh yes,” Mircea smiled,” This will do quite nicely.

“Vlad,” Amric continued,” I have a room for you next door. It’s much like this one.”

A messenger arrived and whispered in Amric’s ear,” Excuse me, please. The representative from Naples has arrived.”

“Of course,” Mircea nodded,” I completely understand.”

Amric bowed and hurried out. He met the poor flustered Neapolitan walking up the stairs with one of the hostesses. He was carrying the sword in one hand and struggling to carry some bottles of wine in the other. Amric snapped his fingers and another servant appeared.

“Help our esteemed guest with his wine,” Amric asked gently.

The servant tried to take the wine, only to be shooed away.

“My lord Al’Aeshir, this poor wine from Naples is for you,” Pinga said,” My name is Pinga, and I represent the Monarchy of Naples.”

“Oh. Wonderful,” Amric thanked the man,” Do you mind if we open a couple for dinner tonight? And don’t you mean that you run things, and they are more like figureheads?”

Pinga goggled at him,” How did you guess? It is true, but I didn’t realize it was so obvious. Are you certain you wish to serve this at dinner? This wine is the best that poor Naples can offer. I am sure you have better wines here in Genoa.”

“I am not so sure of that,” Amric replied,” Please, allow me this. It would be a pleasure to drink this wine with you and the others. Plus you have to be the true power. I sent the letter to the ruler of Naples. You came. Therefore you must be the actual ruler.”

“You have a good point….I did not know that Wallachia and Bohemia were also involved,” Pinga cocked his head quizzically.

“I am still somewhat new with diplomacy,” Amric admitted,” I had simply forgotten to mention it. I apologize. But for long term security four is better than just two.”

“True,” Pinga agreed.

“Let me show you to your quarters,” Amric continued,” You can refresh yourself before dinner. I took the liberty of having some libation and fresh fruit left for you in your room.”

He opens a door, showing the flabbergasted Pinga the lovely sitting room, the lavish bedroom, and the nearly sinful bathroom with the marble tub and indoor oubliette.

“It is all too much,” Pinga tried to object.

“Nonsense!” Amric smiled,” You are a ruler. As such you deserve the poor best Genoa has to offer such. It is no less than the Prince of Wallachia, or the Prince of Bohemia will receive.”

“Thank you,” Pinga smiled back at him,” For this wonderful set of rooms, and very much so for this fabulous sword.”

“You are quite welcome,” Amric bowed,” I will see you at dinner.”

With that the lord of Genoa left his newest guest to go check on the preparations for dinner and to see how long it would be until the Bohemians arrived. He had a strange feeling that he had made a minor misstep with Prince Mircea, but he could not put his finger on what it was. Hopefully it would not be too big of a problem. Everything seems to have gone as well as could be expected. Other than Pinga arriving anonymously. That was a bit disturbing. But he was here, and it was somewhat understandable since he was the true power, leaving the monarchy to look like it was in total charge of Naples.

So far, so good. Only Bohemia to arrive now….

[LordLeto]

Vlad dance around the room with his new gift fighting invisable foes, leaping off beds and chairs alike slashing, thrusting, and twirling with a precision much above his age. Finnaly exausting him self he slumped down in a chair in his fathers room.

"Damascus Steel father!"

"Yes I know, I belive mine is of it too. This Amric is quite generous. If were lucky he might even give us his kingdom."

Laughter escaped all in the room, even the straight faced guards. They were not used to such treatment, and the splendor of Amrics household seemed to double with every room they ventured.

"But Amric himself is of some concern. He says he has lived for centuries. Though unless my own eyes decive me he was fine in the mid-day sun, so he cant be a Vampire. But centuries, I count my self luckly to live as long as I have and this man boasts centuries. Worriesome indeed. We will have to see if this man has made a pact with the devil or has won the favor of our lord."

"Father, when can we tell him."

"Heh, after dinner son, after dinner."

"Ok. Um, when is dinner?"

"Not before sundown most likly, we also have to wait for the other partys. The Neapolitan is here, or at least his onteroge is. No news of the Bohemian party. Which is odd, we were the farthest, yet we arrive first. Lets hope those two are as lax on the battle feild as they are on making appointments."

Mircea looked up to see Vlad reaching for a string beside the door.

"Whats this for father?" He asked as he pulled it. A muffled ring could be heard.

"Well I supose we'll soon find out now wont we."

Shortly after a knock was heard at the door. One of the men occompanying the Prince opened it to a female servent.

"What might you need Prince?"

"Well since we figured out what the bell is for, why dont you show my inquisitive son around if it isnt to much trouble."

"Certinly not, come lad."

With that servent girl and Vlad were out the door, two of the royal guards fallowing behind.

"Back before sunset Vlad, or you'll have to sufice with fruit for dinner."

[nalivayko]

Jan Zhizhka - Genoa

The march across Tyrol took longer time than was expected. Having orchestrated many demonstrations against Germans, I was forced to travel under cover of darkness with mere ten men escort through the Archduchy of Austria. Everything reeked of danger to me, but then again, that night we stopped in some God-forgotten village in the mountains and the beer was good and so were the sausages. Have to give that to Germans, although our beer is clearly of much better quality and flavor.

Then came other nights, when it was not the beer than I craved, and I had to fight that craving with all the will power I had. It often puzzled me, who charged such a price for immortality. Surely, that seemed a work of the Devil. Yet, it often seemed to me that there might be a more logical explanation. It was as if my body would consume it's own blood in order to sharpen my senses and prolong my existance.

Not willing to think of it anymore, I ordered my comrades to buy couple of sheep when we entered Italy and, having sent them away on some hastily thought of mission, butchered the poor animals myself, satisfying my thirst first, and making a nice dinner for my companions later.

We passed through the country claimed by Milan - whose warm relations with Austria made it a potential enemy for Bohemia - and entered the lands ruled by Amric. I could not see the improvements my escort was talking about - but people's voices sounded differently... full with confidence and pride... unlike voices I've heard in Austria and Milan...

I realize we are approaching Genoa from the increasing noise coming from people moving in the same direction as ourselves. I can also hear my companions cursing in admiration, but decide against lecturing them this time. And I can also sense a presence of those who are like me. A powerful presence, very much unlike the presence of the miserable bloodsuckers of Prague. I am excited and intrigued in the same time. The moment of truth is near...

[Amric]

The small group of Bohemians entered the gateway to the strains of their national anthem, with Amric and the hostesses waiting for them. Jan does not look at all the splendor, but his men do in delight and amazement. Even though he’s blind, Jan Zhizhka climbs down from his horse with great dignity. His presence is impressive as he turns toward Amric, who bows deeply to him briefly forgetting that the man cannot see him.

“Welcome to Genoa,” Amric smiles,” My hostess has a gift for you from me.”

The hostess carefully hands Jan the sword. He gently handles it, his hyper sensitive fingers trace the patterning on the tang of the blade, and notice the engravings of the four nations. He smiles gently.

“A fine gift,” Jan intoned gravely,” I thoroughly appreciate it. Especially the engravings on the tang of the blade.”

Amric looked surprised,” Ah….I am a bit new to this diplomacy thing, I had forgotten to mention the others I was inviting. I apologize for that.”

“It is no problem,” Jan replied,” We have met before, I believe.”

“Indeed,” Amric steering him and his party into the palace,” I believe it was in the Tannenberg-Grunwald Forest area in 1410?”

“It is as I thought,” Jan smiled,” I never did get a chance to thank you for saving my life.”

Amric waved the thanks away,” It was only fair. You had saved my life just an hour before, as you well know.”

“You were in danger of death,” Jan whispered.

They stopped speaking for awhile until they reached Jan’s suite,” Well here we are. There is the sitting room here, the bedroom through here, and a bathroom in here with an enclosed oubliette. We have some fruit and libations here for you as well to snack upon before dinner. I will leave you to freshen up before the meal. If you need anything in the mean time, just pull that bell rope and a servant will arrive momentarily to take care of what ever need you may have.”

“Might we have a chance to reminisce about the old days at some point?” Jan asked somewhat wistfully.

“Certainly,” Amric replied,” It is wonderful to see you again. I was just wondering not that long ago how you were doing. Until dinner, then…”

With that Amric bowed and stepped away, for it was only a few short hours until dinner. In fact, only three. He hurried to the conference room to ensure that the maps and other items were ready. Such as blank papers, quills and ink.

He also had a document made up for the four member of his suspicions and suppositions for what was happening in Europe and what was about to happen based on his own experiences and trends that he has been following for some time.
It showed that warfare in Europe was increasing at an alarming rate, along with further schisms among Christians. So many things that it was frightening to imagine. Hopefully with four nations working together such things could be slowed if not stopped. At least with the current borders of the four a division of central and parts of eastern Europe could be controlled and protected from such happenings.

By the time Amric was done, it was nearly time for dinner. He hurried to his own suite to bathe and dress for dinner. He stood behind his chair as the hostesses were bringing the others into the dining hall.

[LordLeto]

It took several hours to make a round of the house, and this tour, at the most, was just a quick over view, the rooms and halls seemed endless. They had visted Amrics personal armory with many beautifuly crafted weapons on the walls, as well as several sheilds and suits of armor. His studey filled with books to the ceiling, they didnt pause there long. The kitchen where tonights dinner was being prepaired, an routund chef gave Vlad a sample of the nights menu, something he called Calimari, the servent girl later told Vlad that it was squid. They then went to the highest point in the main house, save for Amrics personal quaters. A large balcony connected to the dinning hall, but just as large, from there Vlad and his companions watched as the Bohemians arrived.

"Look, that one didnt return Lord Amrics bow."

"Yes I belive that its Jan Zhizhka, roumor has it he is blind. Which would explain such rudness."

"Blind? How cant he be blind, just look at the way he moves."

"Well you can ask him yourself at dinner tonight lad. Speaking of which we best hurry back the sun is nearly gone."

"Yes. Isabell does Amric have a training ground, I would much like to try my new sword out, my guards wont fight me no matter how many times I order them."

"I belive so, Im sure Lord Amric will show you it tomorrow if you ask."




So they meet again, Jan and Amric. Soon the thrid will join them. Not Vlad Dracul, but his son, when ever he might arrive to this world. Speaking of which, theres the young Dracul now, whos that girl with him. No that cant be her, they never told me she was in Lord Amrics pay. *sigh* I hate when they do this to me, Ill have to work more meetings between them, the Wallachians cant leave with out her, shes to important to the plan. To Dracula as it were, cant have a son with out a mother, even he knows that.

[Amric]

Everyone entered the dining hall. Amric strode toward them quickly.

“Jan Zhizhka, may I present Pinga from Naples,” Amric said,” Pinga, this is Jan Zhizhka, the leader of Bohemia. This is Prince Mircea and his son Vlad. I am so very glad that all you could come.”

After the greetings the five sat down. The Neapolitan white wine was uncorked and poured into fine crystal goblets. A salt cellar sat in front of each person, as well as some black pepper from the far east. The servants brought in fried calamari and grilled shrimp for an appetizer course. The white wine went quite well with the seafood appetizers, and everyone seemed to enjoy them.

The next course was a white fish and potato soup. The others looked a little worried until they saw Amric lightly put some salt into it and some pepper as well. The others copied his actions and took the silver spoons up and began tentatively tasting the soup. With pleasure they all consumed the soup eagerly with great pleasure.

The third course was roasted pheasant with a wonderful rosemary glaze. It was served with another import from the orient, called Rice. The rice has bits of almond in it. Everyone enjoyed the Neapolitan Red wine with this course.

The fourth course was another soup, this time it was aurochs meat, carrots, celery, potatoes, and lentils. Again, Amric added just a slight bit of pepper to it, and again everyone followed his lead.

The fifth course was another seafood offering. Grilled swordfish with a rosemary, thyme, and basil sauce with a hint of lemon. More white wine was served with this, and all were beginning to get full.

The sixth course was a hearty Mutton with another red wine offering. By this time Amric’s guests were replete, and worried how much more there would be to eat, and whether they could.

The last was a delicate sorbet of orange flavor. Everyone enjoyed it and was glad that the dessert had arrived. More courses would have caused them to possibly explode. Amric dabbed his lips with his linen napkin.

“Gentlemen,” he said,” Perhaps a walk after such a fine meal, might be in order.”

“Indeed,” Jan agreed,” You put on quite a dinner.”

“I’m stuffed,” Vlad nearly complained.

“Therefore a walk would do us all good,” Mircea stood up.

Pinga smiled,” A walk sounds quite nice.”

Everyone else stands up as well. They all nearly waddle out of the room, following the still smoothly moving Amric, who leads them to a stairwell that eventually leads to the roof of the Palace. Once outside they move to the edge of the roof. The glittering sparkle that was Genoa spread out all around them.

Amric pointed out at it,” Look out there, well except for Jan of course, and what do you see? A peaceful, happy people content with their lot.”

“I understand your meaning, Amric,” Jan smiled,” What are you getting at?”

“Soon, unless I do something about it,” Amric stated,” They will be slaughtered by an army. Not my army. Either a Castillian, French, or Austrian army.”

“How do you know that this will happen?” Mircea queried.

“I have spent a very long time studying the trends of warfare and conquest,” Amric replied,” The quests of dynasties to expand, subjugate and terrorize the populace at large.”

“And such tells you that Genoa is in danger?” Pinga looked concerned.

“Yes, but it is not just Genoa that is in Danger,” Amric warned them,” Naples is going to be attacked by the Pope within two or three years.”

“What?” Pinga exclaimed,” How do you know? Are you certain?”

“Unless things can be changed, than I am very certain,” Amric replied.

“Are you a seer?” Vlad asked.

“No. Although I am rarely wrong,” Amric shrugged,” If we can change some things, than warfare may not be averted, but some things may not happen. Like the sacking of Genoa, or the nearly complete destruction of Wallachia by both the Turk and the Hungarians. Bohemia decimated by Austria and Poland.”

Jan looked startled,” But I am in an alliance with Poland!”

“You are now, but it will not last,” Amric grimaced,” Bohemia will convert to a religion that is not Catholic, and relatively soon.”

“How did you know?” Jan was surprised,” It is not something that has been out for public knowledge.”

“It was only a matter of time before it would happen,” Amric smiled,” I don’t personally care about Catholicism. But European leaders do. You won’t be alone in leaving the church, others will follow. But there will be war. And more war.”

“What of Wallachia?” Mircea demanded,” You claim it will be nearly destroyed by Hungary and the Turk.”

“Well the people, some of them will survive, but the land itself will be fought over time and again between Hungary, the Ottomans, Poland, and even Austria,” Amric looked unhappy,” You can’t fight them all. Not alone, and the Moldavians in the end will roll over and die.”

“Did you know that you playing Moldavian music as we arrived?” Vlad interjected.

“We did?” Amric looked surprised,” I didn’t know that. I am sorry about that Prince Mircea, Vlad.”

“It is of no matter,” Mircea waved the matter away.

“I kind of liked it, actually, even if it was wrong,” Vlad opined.

Amric snapped his fingers and a servant appeared,” Please let the band leader know that he played the wrong music for our Wallachian guests, and to be sure to correct the mistake. Thank you.”

The servant hurried away.

Amric turned to Pinga,” Plus you have the problem of Aragon. My research shows that at some point Aragon and Castile just might unite as one nation. That nation will be much more powerful than either alone. They will be a problem in the future.”

“Terrific,” Pinga moaned,” What can I…we all do?”

“Things must change,” Amric said,” We all must grow stronger. Not one of us, but all of us. I have done my researches, and my studies have told me that the four of us could change this….horror that approaches.”

“Indeed,” Jan smiled,” It could be so.”

“Bohemia is the gateway to the german minor nations for Austria,” Amric said,” And Poland cannot ignore you either. Wallachia would be a thorn in the side of the Turk, Hungary, or Poland. Naples is on the doorstep of Rome, which is a tempting target for many. Genoa is the gateway to Italy. For France, or Austria at the closest powerful nations.”

“Agreed,” Mircea nodded,” What do you propose to do about it?”

“Let us repair back to my study,” Amric replied,” A little brandy and some maps along with frank discussion is the order of the evening. I don’t expect it all to be thrashed out tonight. We should take as long as necessary to work everything out, as the distance between our nations is great enough to make speedy discourse impossible.”

They all turned and went down the stairs and down a hall to his study. Mircea and Pinga noticed the many books and were impressed, as it represented a lot of wealth as books had to be hand printed. Jan made his way to a nearby wing backed chair and settled himself in comfortably. The others also made their way to other chairs as Amric poured the brandy and handed each a glass to sample and enjoy. Amric perched on the edge of his massive cherry wood desk and swirled his brandy.

[nalivayko]

Ok, call me anyname you wish, but I still did not lose my mind - I know well that my country is not in official alliance with Poland. Bohemians, just like the people of Brandenburg, are still suffering from the rule of the Emperor Zsigmond of Hungary. But the secret alliance with Poland was in my plans, and I was slightly amused to know that Amric can read my mind so well. But like he said, there might be nothing supernatural about it. When you live as long as him, your experience turns into a weapon a mortal could not comprehend.

- Jan, - I've heard Amric calling to me. The certain level of informality was quickly established between ourselves. Hell, he saved my life, although not quick enough to save my eyes, and that's enough for me.

Jan, - repeated Amric, - I had my librarian design a special map of Europe for you, the one you could easily read with your fingers.

I smiled, thinking he still has to learn a lot about me.

- No need for that, Amric, all of my maps are here, - and I pointed to my skull. - I can have troubles remembering specific places in the West and the East, but when it comes to Central Europe, Bohemia, Poland and Austria in particular, I think my knowledge will put to shame most of the mapmakers.

- Even better, - I've heard Amric saying. The chair squeaked under him, as he turned to his Wallachian and Napoli guests... soon to become my friends and allies, if I am not mistaken.

- Shall we start or would you like to drink first? - he asked.

They started to say something, but I interrupted them quickly.

- I would like to hear Amric say a toast. A good word in the beginning of the journey is very important. A good word with good wine is ten times better.

[Amric]

Amric looks nonplussed for a moment,” A toast? Certainly.”

He stands up and raises his glass,” To newly found friends and compatriots, to an alliance that will help us defend ourselves, and a future that will see peace in Europe instead of a continent in flames.”