- ARCHIVE - The Court of the Knighthood of the Teutonic Order

Flavius Aetius · 02-02-2004, 21:26

THE COURT OF THE KNIGHTHOOD OF THE TEUTONIC ORDER

The Knights of the Teutonic Order are direct descendents of those that fought in the Crusades. We are a select order, sent to the lands of the Baltic to convert the Pagans to Christianity. We are led by Ulrich von Jungingen, who was, as all Grandmasters of the Order are, elected by popular election from the body of Knights.

STATS OF THE KNIGHTHOOD
2/2/3/4/2

PROVINCES OF THE KNIGHTHOOD
Livland-Polotsk-Estland-Kurland

Court is under construction. (OOC: Its quite hard to find info on the Teutonic Order before 1450....)

Flavius Aetius · 02-02-2004, 21:28

Important Members of the Court of the Knighthood of the Teutonic Order

Ulrich von Jurgingen-Grandmaster of the Teuotonic Knights and active Head of State.

A proud man nearing his his late 40s in age. He had served as a Knight since the tender age of 12, after 4 years service as a squire to John of Riga, former Grandmaster of the Knighthood. Ulrich spent 18 years of his life on active duty for the Knights, in that time fighting in well over 70 battles, including the battle of Grunwald (Tannenburg) as just a teen. He rose the ranks rapidly, showing valor all throughout his battle experience, including over 12 kills in Grunwalk. At the age of 30 he reached General, which effectively removed him from daily combat now leading only the most elite division of the Teutonic Knights.

Mikhael von Jurgingen-Half Brother on the fathers side to Ulrich is nearly 20 years younger, but the brothers are very close. Mikhael has assumed command of the armys daily operations as well as being the leader of the elite RitterBruden, the cheif escorts to envoys and the border raiders. Mikhael stands over his brother in stature and is equally as skilled in melee combat, but lacks the archery skills. His dress is the tradition of the RitterBruden, a cloaked face and heavy armor making him appear almost invincible.

The Brothers Ulrich (Left) and Mikhael (Right)

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Flavius Aetius · 02-02-2004, 21:35

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Flavius Aetius · 02-02-2004, 21:47

The Court Is Now Open For Bussiness.

N Katsyev · 03-02-2004, 05:46

Pechory, Lyeta 1444

When a state appears to be undergoing the stresses of not just its primary figure chaging, but its ruling party, usually the center of power in said state is not the most prudent place to be. With this in mind, and no specifically contradicting orders from the Czarina, Viktor Nikiteech Shpagin found himself in Pechory rather than in Pytalovo (Pytalovo lying on the frequent road to Riga). Pechory had the feel of a border city, and it wasn't just the abnormally large number of german and baltic looking buildings mixed in with the Russian style that made him feel this.

However Pechory did not give off the feel of a happily culturally diverse town. Its feel however was that of a rugged soldier standing on ground much disputed, refusing to give up the single length of a finger to an invisible enemy who was at all times strikingly apparent. For thereupon the walls one could look out to see the other land, the end of Russia and the beginning of a realm that had for so many centuries been viewed with nothing but caution and at times hostility. Across that border lie the baltic homelands, ruled over by a German elite at times represented by the Teutonic Order, at times by the Kingdom of Lativa, even by both at once.

Shpagin handed the couple kopecks to the stable boy, barely visible in the peculair darkenss right before dawn when in the east there was a burning on the horizon yet the world still shrouded in night. The stable boy handed the bridle to Viktor who having just finished re-arranging his sword belt took hold and led the beast a short distance away from the stable adjoined to the inn he had spent the previous night in. With fading agility but skillful familiarity of his thirty years Shpagin pulled himself up into the saddle and started at a trot toward the north gate.

Before long as the sky began to grow a faint blue with the coming day Viktor was heading quickly for the border along a damp road wet from a brief rainfall the previous day. However not a sign of that storm was still in the ever-brightening and clear sky that Viktor journeyed under this day. His destination, Talinn.

The journey across the Baltic countryside was uneventful. It differed in many places not at all from the Russian lands on the other side of the lakes, heavily forested in this region broken only by broad fields with crops growing for an upcoming harvest. It would then return to forest again as Shpagin's horse led him on along the trail. Surely as time went on the church steeples of Talinn could be barely made out over the treeline. A treeline ever descending until all at once the forest stopped and he was cantering across the open expanse surrounding the quaint little city.

However as the countryside had not, the simple appearance of this city told him he was no longer in Russia. Gone were the golden domes, the occasional greek-style building, the angular architecture that was at once ultaliatarin but fabulously decorated. In its place were the squat german homes, the tile, and the gothic style of the notably catholic churches. As he neared the south gate of the city he pulled a bit at the reigns, urging his mount to slow. With the 'clop, clop' of a horse on weary legs after a day of travel he approached a gathering of guards of the city. He politely nodded from his horse that shifted in its now still position and spoke in accented but well formed German, "I have come on behalf of Czarina Mina Andreyevna, Grand Princess of Pskov-Novgorod. Whom shall I see in this city to make sure correspondance reaches the Lord Ulrich von Jungingen safely and in due time?"

Flavius Aetius · 03-02-2004, 20:19

Three Knights cloaked in the traditional White with The Black Cross of the Order of the Teutonic Knights approach the guest followed by a plainly dressed Russian. The Knights did not speak, instead forming a parimeter around the man and motioning for him to follow them. The Russian spoke

"We will take you directly to the capital. We will move swiftly as you requested, so if your horse ride with the knights, please dismount and ride with 1 of them. Ulrich would ride out here to meat with you normally, but we still fear a revolt from the natives, especially with a foregin emissary present, the risk is just too great. We are sorry, but you cannot stay in the Castle either, but these 3 men will guard you with their life. The priests would be in an uproar if they heard of an Orthodox in the castle. Ulrich sends his apologies for this trouble, but the natives are giving us enough trouble without the Clergy getting upset, there a little conservative unfortunately. Ulrich will meet with you promptly upon our arival back, you will be staying with some members of his family"

The Knights, still silent, took off into a dead sprint, they would arrive in that capital at sunrise the next day

N Katsyev · 03-02-2004, 20:48

Talinn

Viktor turned in his saddle at the sound of the advancing three Knights. Despite himself he felt somewhat awed, both in his respect for these warriors and to a lesser extent his fear at what their intentions just may be. Just as it was not prudent to go parading into the center of power of a realm in change, it was not wise to make unfounded assumptions as to their goals or values either.

However he realized the fabulously dressed knights had a companion with them as well. Even more shocked was he when the man spoke, and in a good Russian accent, it almost sounded as if he was from Novgorod. Shpagin's first thought was not upon what this man said, but about what his story must be. How does one come to be a willing servant of an order so long devoted to the persecution of one's faith... worse yet, how does one become and unwilling servant...

As this man spoke however Viktor became much more at ease, relaxing a bit in his saddle. He nodded affirmitively to the Russian man opposite him. Before exchanging a quick glance with the three knights and back again, "My horse is tired, but can bare me just as well as one of theirs with two riders. So I choose to keep my own mount. Your name? Well, let us be off then." Viktor charged off along with the knights, bound for the capital, and to meet with Ulrich...

Flavius Aetius · 04-02-2004, 22:34

It was sunrise when the riders entered the city Dorpat the sun is in mid-rise. The riders entered in the familiar formation, 2 Knights in front, the Emissary and Translator, 1 Knight behind in a very tight formatin. The towns people scattered as they saw the knights and gapped in aw as they passed, brilliant armor shinning brightly on the white armor witht he black cross's.

The Knights where silent, they made no noise, nor did their horses despite their fast pace. The only noise came from Viktor, whos riding was rather sloppy as compared to the sleek, effortless motins of the Knights.

They approached a rather large house near the towns Castle. It had no garden or animals, but was perfectly kept and tastefully decorated from what could be seen though the windows. It was painted in the familiar White Backgroud with a the Black Cross of the Order on each side of the greatly slopped roofs as well as the Crest of the Order on the door.

When they reached the house simultaneously came to a halt, one of the lead Knights dismounted quickly as the other two began circling the Viktor and keeping the townsman from comming too close.

As the Knight approached the door he swiftly began a rather long and well-rehearsed knock. The door crept open but not a word was said by either the Knight or the men inside the house.

After a moment Ulrich stepped out, accompanied by 4 other Knights, They quickly closed the doors and began approaching the emissary. All the Knights were cloaked, hiding their faces and none were looking directly at the Russian visitor.

"Im deeply sorry for not being able to keep you within the castle walls, but I wish to keep the Clergy happy. You will have 3 guards stay with you at all times during the course of your stay, and there will be a constant patrol to ensure your safety. If you request more simply ask.

Ulrich stands for a moment and takes notice of Viktor and his horse.

The translator is Vasilli, he has been with our people as long as I can remember. He had come fleeing the Khantes from Moscow itself and has tought us many of the Russian ways, including a greater understanding of the Orthodox faith. Your horse looks exhausted, I will give you one of my personal ones for your trip home whenever you ask, you will of course be able to keep yours as well.

Ulrich takes a brief look around, gathering his thoughts

The Knight are nothing to fear, merely here for your protection. If there was any harm too you it would have cost them their own lives. He stops, moitioning at the Knight who had knocked on the door. That is my brother Mikhael Mikhael stops surveying the gathering crowd at his name and gives a slight bow at the Russian but let us go inside and discuss this most urgent matter

N Katsyev · 05-02-2004, 07:33

Dorpat

Viktor was more than a little suprised at the hospitality he was being shown in a land regarded so long as always a potential threat. More than a little exhausted as well from what had a most exhausting journey, for rider and mount alike. He brushed the back of his hand against his prespiring forehead and with a respectful nod to Mikhael followed Ulrich into the most stately home.

Inside he turned a grateful smile to Ulrich, adressing him in the same heavily accented german, "Many thanks my lord. For both the escorts and your unprecedented hosptiality. I must admit I was expecting a much more... cold reception."

He shifted slightly in his stance, admiring for a moment the knights about him and the brother and the lord before him, "The most pressing concerns with which I have been sent are simply those of what will now be this realms attitude toward Pskov-Novgorod. For a long time have our lands been at best uneasy neighbors and worst hated enemies. However no longer does this Baltic state control land rightfully of Pskov-Novgorod, and hopefully no longer does the Order wish to forcefully exert its influence over our people.

Pskov-Novgorod is a great and wealthy state, a boon to any friendly neighbor. A friendly neighbor we hope to find here. If it is your will, we may begin to set aside the past and begin looking into formalizing a more steady relationship between our nations. One that could lead not only to of course pacts of non-agression to insure peace, but greater trading bonds as well. Novgorod being the largest center of trade in the region, i'm sure the benefits of being close to us commercially is quite evident." Viktor Shpagin paused and awaited the response from Ulrich, bowing.

02-02-2004, 21:26	#1
Flavius Aetius First Lieutenant Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 225	The Court of the Knighthood of the Teutonic Order THE COURT OF THE KNIGHTHOOD OF THE TEUTONIC ORDER The Knights of the Teutonic Order are direct descendents of those that fought in the Crusades. We are a select order, sent to the lands of the Baltic to convert the Pagans to Christianity. We are led by Ulrich von Jungingen, who was, as all Grandmasters of the Order are, elected by popular election from the body of Knights. STATS OF THE KNIGHTHOOD 2/2/3/4/2 PROVINCES OF THE KNIGHTHOOD Livland-Polotsk-Estland-Kurland Court is under construction. (OOC: Its quite hard to find info on the Teutonic Order before 1450....) Last edited by Flavius Aetius; 12-02-2004 at 04:22.

02-02-2004, 21:28	#2
Flavius Aetius First Lieutenant Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 225	Important Members of the Court of the Knighthood of the Teutonic Order Ulrich von Jurgingen-Grandmaster of the Teuotonic Knights and active Head of State. A proud man nearing his his late 40s in age. He had served as a Knight since the tender age of 12, after 4 years service as a squire to John of Riga, former Grandmaster of the Knighthood. Ulrich spent 18 years of his life on active duty for the Knights, in that time fighting in well over 70 battles, including the battle of Grunwald (Tannenburg) as just a teen. He rose the ranks rapidly, showing valor all throughout his battle experience, including over 12 kills in Grunwalk. At the age of 30 he reached General, which effectively removed him from daily combat now leading only the most elite division of the Teutonic Knights. Mikhael von Jurgingen-Half Brother on the fathers side to Ulrich is nearly 20 years younger, but the brothers are very close. Mikhael has assumed command of the armys daily operations as well as being the leader of the elite RitterBruden, the cheif escorts to envoys and the border raiders. Mikhael stands over his brother in stature and is equally as skilled in melee combat, but lacks the archery skills. His dress is the tradition of the RitterBruden, a cloaked face and heavy armor making him appear almost invincible. The Brothers Ulrich (Left) and Mikhael (Right) Last edited by Flavius Aetius; 12-02-2004 at 04:41.

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N Katsyev Katzanova Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: Charles Towne, Carolina colony Posts: 2,032	Pechory, Lyeta 1444 When a state appears to be undergoing the stresses of not just its primary figure chaging, but its ruling party, usually the center of power in said state is not the most prudent place to be. With this in mind, and no specifically contradicting orders from the Czarina, Viktor Nikiteech Shpagin found himself in Pechory rather than in Pytalovo (Pytalovo lying on the frequent road to Riga). Pechory had the feel of a border city, and it wasn't just the abnormally large number of german and baltic looking buildings mixed in with the Russian style that made him feel this. However Pechory did not give off the feel of a happily culturally diverse town. Its feel however was that of a rugged soldier standing on ground much disputed, refusing to give up the single length of a finger to an invisible enemy who was at all times strikingly apparent. For thereupon the walls one could look out to see the other land, the end of Russia and the beginning of a realm that had for so many centuries been viewed with nothing but caution and at times hostility. Across that border lie the baltic homelands, ruled over by a German elite at times represented by the Teutonic Order, at times by the Kingdom of Lativa, even by both at once. Shpagin handed the couple kopecks to the stable boy, barely visible in the peculair darkenss right before dawn when in the east there was a burning on the horizon yet the world still shrouded in night. The stable boy handed the bridle to Viktor who having just finished re-arranging his sword belt took hold and led the beast a short distance away from the stable adjoined to the inn he had spent the previous night in. With fading agility but skillful familiarity of his thirty years Shpagin pulled himself up into the saddle and started at a trot toward the north gate. Before long as the sky began to grow a faint blue with the coming day Viktor was heading quickly for the border along a damp road wet from a brief rainfall the previous day. However not a sign of that storm was still in the ever-brightening and clear sky that Viktor journeyed under this day. His destination, Talinn. The journey across the Baltic countryside was uneventful. It differed in many places not at all from the Russian lands on the other side of the lakes, heavily forested in this region broken only by broad fields with crops growing for an upcoming harvest. It would then return to forest again as Shpagin's horse led him on along the trail. Surely as time went on the church steeples of Talinn could be barely made out over the treeline. A treeline ever descending until all at once the forest stopped and he was cantering across the open expanse surrounding the quaint little city. However as the countryside had not, the simple appearance of this city told him he was no longer in Russia. Gone were the golden domes, the occasional greek-style building, the angular architecture that was at once ultaliatarin but fabulously decorated. In its place were the squat german homes, the tile, and the gothic style of the notably catholic churches. As he neared the south gate of the city he pulled a bit at the reigns, urging his mount to slow. With the 'clop, clop' of a horse on weary legs after a day of travel he approached a gathering of guards of the city. He politely nodded from his horse that shifted in its now still position and spoke in accented but well formed German, "I have come on behalf of Czarina Mina Andreyevna, Grand Princess of Pskov-Novgorod. Whom shall I see in this city to make sure correspondance reaches the Lord Ulrich von Jungingen safely and in due time?" __________________ "Our greatest illusion is to believe that we are what we think ourselves to be." - H.F. Amiel, The Private Journal of Henri Frédéric Amiel. "Honk if you love Jesus, text while driving if you want to meet him."

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N Katsyev Katzanova Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: Charles Towne, Carolina colony Posts: 2,032	Talinn Viktor turned in his saddle at the sound of the advancing three Knights. Despite himself he felt somewhat awed, both in his respect for these warriors and to a lesser extent his fear at what their intentions just may be. Just as it was not prudent to go parading into the center of power of a realm in change, it was not wise to make unfounded assumptions as to their goals or values either. However he realized the fabulously dressed knights had a companion with them as well. Even more shocked was he when the man spoke, and in a good Russian accent, it almost sounded as if he was from Novgorod. Shpagin's first thought was not upon what this man said, but about what his story must be. How does one come to be a willing servant of an order so long devoted to the persecution of one's faith... worse yet, how does one become and unwilling servant... As this man spoke however Viktor became much more at ease, relaxing a bit in his saddle. He nodded affirmitively to the Russian man opposite him. Before exchanging a quick glance with the three knights and back again, "My horse is tired, but can bare me just as well as one of theirs with two riders. So I choose to keep my own mount. Your name? Well, let us be off then." Viktor charged off along with the knights, bound for the capital, and to meet with Ulrich... __________________ "Our greatest illusion is to believe that we are what we think ourselves to be." - H.F. Amiel, The Private Journal of Henri Frédéric Amiel. "Honk if you love Jesus, text while driving if you want to meet him."

05-02-2004, 07:33	#20
N Katsyev Katzanova Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: Charles Towne, Carolina colony Posts: 2,032	Dorpat Viktor was more than a little suprised at the hospitality he was being shown in a land regarded so long as always a potential threat. More than a little exhausted as well from what had a most exhausting journey, for rider and mount alike. He brushed the back of his hand against his prespiring forehead and with a respectful nod to Mikhael followed Ulrich into the most stately home. Inside he turned a grateful smile to Ulrich, adressing him in the same heavily accented german, "Many thanks my lord. For both the escorts and your unprecedented hosptiality. I must admit I was expecting a much more... cold reception." He shifted slightly in his stance, admiring for a moment the knights about him and the brother and the lord before him, "The most pressing concerns with which I have been sent are simply those of what will now be this realms attitude toward Pskov-Novgorod. For a long time have our lands been at best uneasy neighbors and worst hated enemies. However no longer does this Baltic state control land rightfully of Pskov-Novgorod, and hopefully no longer does the Order wish to forcefully exert its influence over our people. Pskov-Novgorod is a great and wealthy state, a boon to any friendly neighbor. A friendly neighbor we hope to find here. If it is your will, we may begin to set aside the past and begin looking into formalizing a more steady relationship between our nations. One that could lead not only to of course pacts of non-agression to insure peace, but greater trading bonds as well. Novgorod being the largest center of trade in the region, i'm sure the benefits of being close to us commercially is quite evident." Viktor Shpagin paused and awaited the response from Ulrich, bowing. __________________ "Our greatest illusion is to believe that we are what we think ourselves to be." - H.F. Amiel, The Private Journal of Henri Frédéric Amiel. "Honk if you love Jesus, text while driving if you want to meet him."

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Flavius Aetius First Lieutenant Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 225	Three Knights cloaked in the traditional White with The Black Cross of the Order of the Teutonic Knights approach the guest followed by a plainly dressed Russian. The Knights did not speak, instead forming a parimeter around the man and motioning for him to follow them. The Russian spoke "We will take you directly to the capital. We will move swiftly as you requested, so if your horse ride with the knights, please dismount and ride with 1 of them. Ulrich would ride out here to meat with you normally, but we still fear a revolt from the natives, especially with a foregin emissary present, the risk is just too great. We are sorry, but you cannot stay in the Castle either, but these 3 men will guard you with their life. The priests would be in an uproar if they heard of an Orthodox in the castle. Ulrich sends his apologies for this trouble, but the natives are giving us enough trouble without the Clergy getting upset, there a little conservative unfortunately. Ulrich will meet with you promptly upon our arival back, you will be staying with some members of his family" The Knights, still silent, took off into a dead sprint, they would arrive in that capital at sunrise the next day

04-02-2004, 22:34	#19
Flavius Aetius First Lieutenant Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 225	It was sunrise when the riders entered the city Dorpat the sun is in mid-rise. The riders entered in the familiar formation, 2 Knights in front, the Emissary and Translator, 1 Knight behind in a very tight formatin. The towns people scattered as they saw the knights and gapped in aw as they passed, brilliant armor shinning brightly on the white armor witht he black cross's. The Knights where silent, they made no noise, nor did their horses despite their fast pace. The only noise came from Viktor, whos riding was rather sloppy as compared to the sleek, effortless motins of the Knights. They approached a rather large house near the towns Castle. It had no garden or animals, but was perfectly kept and tastefully decorated from what could be seen though the windows. It was painted in the familiar White Backgroud with a the Black Cross of the Order on each side of the greatly slopped roofs as well as the Crest of the Order on the door. When they reached the house simultaneously came to a halt, one of the lead Knights dismounted quickly as the other two began circling the Viktor and keeping the townsman from comming too close. As the Knight approached the door he swiftly began a rather long and well-rehearsed knock. The door crept open but not a word was said by either the Knight or the men inside the house. After a moment Ulrich stepped out, accompanied by 4 other Knights, They quickly closed the doors and began approaching the emissary. All the Knights were cloaked, hiding their faces and none were looking directly at the Russian visitor. "Im deeply sorry for not being able to keep you within the castle walls, but I wish to keep the Clergy happy. You will have 3 guards stay with you at all times during the course of your stay, and there will be a constant patrol to ensure your safety. If you request more simply ask. Ulrich stands for a moment and takes notice of Viktor and his horse. The translator is Vasilli, he has been with our people as long as I can remember. He had come fleeing the Khantes from Moscow itself and has tought us many of the Russian ways, including a greater understanding of the Orthodox faith. Your horse looks exhausted, I will give you one of my personal ones for your trip home whenever you ask, you will of course be able to keep yours as well. Ulrich takes a brief look around, gathering his thoughts The Knight are nothing to fear, merely here for your protection. If there was any harm too you it would have cost them their own lives. He stops, moitioning at the Knight who had knocked on the door. That is my brother Mikhael Mikhael stops surveying the gathering crowd at his name and gives a slight bow at the Russian but let us go inside and discuss this most urgent matter