I cried out in fear, for that voice seemed to echo in the very confines of my mind. I fell to my knees there and called out to God, but it was the monstrous figure that answered. It appeared to me they were surveying their handiwork in a state of displeasure. It made no sound and had nothing for the senses to make out, save for that terrible visage. This apparition faced me on that desperate field, rising high above the barren treetops. He - it - they took the form of a great faceless giant shrouded in grey and ragged robes. I stood alone on that corpse-laden stretch of road and saw Death. I know now I was delirious, hot with fever, weaker than a newborn babe, so doubt my faculties if you like. And then there were none to walk with me. I walked with the dwindling river of filthy, sick, dying souls until the river drained to a stream, then a mere trickle. The plague fields claimed the strongest man and the smallest babe alike. What family and friends I still had, I left behind on those fields of rot and decay. I walked with them until the days and months blurred into a nightmare without end. Thousands and thousands died in endless columns of doomed souls. Is it any surprise that the plague returned? We were too weak to resist, and our sins were beyond counting. Hungry people scoured the countryside and dragged the lords out of their castles to feast on their fat. There was no autumn harvest to be had, no respite from the bleakness. Little rain fell on cracked-dry soil in all the months we struggled to live through. It was a bitter, cruel summer, bearing more of the autumn chill than it had any right to. If there is a beginning to this tale, I must trace it to the plague fields of Toscana. Yet how could you, my reader? These pages offer nothing but blasphemy and madness, by my reckoning, but it is my honest recollection of all that has come to pass in these strange days. To whoever comes to find this journal, be assured that I believe in the truth of my account with absolute certainty. I write these words knowing they are to be the confessions of a lunatic. Journal, collected fragments, dated approx. From 'Chaos, the Mountain: Times of Crisis And What They Can Teach Us', by Giovanni Montefeltro (Napoli: 1967) Of course, many such fledgling dynasties sought justifications from more esoteric sources as well descent from legendary rulers, forged deeds to titles and estates, or even stranger, mystical sources of illumination, claiming grandiose deeds and destinies. The end result was a chaotic no-man's-land, where any man or woman who gathered enough followers could seize power and legitimize their authority by pure force of arms. In the absence of legitimate Imperial power, local warlords and petty nobility were able to carve out entirely new local fiefdoms - in places centralizing previously fragmentary area, in others then fragmenting what had been larger and more cohesive powers. The Great Plague of the mid-11th century deeply damaged the sophisticated political landscape of the Italian peninsula. If the end product is functional enough, I'll happily upload it here for your enjoyment. HoI4 is much less emergent and dynamic than the other Paradox titles, so writing it a scenario is necessary (and fun).
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With HoI4, I intend to mod in a lot of content based on everything that has happened in this AAR, so at that stage we are not just talking about converter output. The fan-made converters and any other necessary editing and modding will take us through Europa Universalis 4, Victoria 2 and finally Hearts of Iron 4. We will be starting with Crusader Kings 3, in the 1066 bookmark. Screenshots and maps will be there to provide context for narrative segments and events. I will, of course, provide 'out-of-character' updates on the state of the world when appropriate. This will be heavily narrative AAR, dealing with the mysteries of this world and the story of our protagonist. This is a little experimental and I shall do my best to keep things legible and clearly tied to in-game events.
Turns out the Paradox Forums are the sensible place to run Paradox AARs, whodathunk.Īll in-universe posts of this AAR will be framed as letters, journals, excerpts from books and chronicles, bits of plays, songs or poems, transcripts of audio and other 'found footage' written by, describing or influenced by our protagonist, an immortal individual. Hello and welcome to this Paradox Megacampaign AAR! This is not the first place I have posted this AAR - I started it over on Sufficient Velocity, but lack of participation has led me to take it elsewhere as well.
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