From sea to sea and mountain to river, the authority of Burgundy (бургундий) stands unrivaled and absolute. Citizens across the continent celebrate an epoch-making triumph that will be chanted in chronicles for all time. Knights in the tiltyards of Burgundy raised their drinking-horns high, hailing the triumph of their liege. 'A masterstroke of arms hath redrawn the feudal map of the realm,' declared a veteran castellan.
A solitary campaign may be all that divides Burgundy (бургундий) from total hegemony, needing just 0 more strongholds to reach the required 9 strongholds. The high council has ordered horses shod and weapons sharpened for the final enterprise. Whether the townsfolk will welcome their new master with holy water or boiling pitch remains to be seen. The royal mint of Burgundy struck festive silver pennies stamped with the victorious crest.
Bold strategic execution has brought 3 new holdings under the crown of Burgundy (бургундий). The impressive gains have compelled neighboring rulers to reconsider their defensive postures. Lords and commoners alike celebrated throughout Burgundy, filling the streets with torchlight and festive cheer. Serfs cutting hay in the meadow remarked that lords come and go, but the mud in the ditch remaineth sovereign over all.
Merchants arriving from the Michaelmas fair relate that the domain of England (caracol) hath suffered a brutal contraction, shedding 3 strongholds under relentless enemy pressure. Field commands have been restructured in a desperate bid to halt the unraveling. 'We built upon the promises of princes, which are as brittle as autumn ice,' groaned a dispossessed baron. Village maidens observed that a retreating knight rideth every bit as swiftly as an advancing one, and looks far less proud.
A resolute defense by England (caracol) in Paris has frustrated the ambitious plans of Burgundy (бургундий), whose supported assault broke against stubborn resistance. The field before the gatehouse remains littered with broken mantlets and shields. The money-lenders of Burgundy closed their chests and refused to advance silver upon royal warrants. 'A stout heart beneath plain mail is worth a dozen gilded cowards,' grinned a veteran sergeant.
Wandering minstrels singing at the castle gates recount that Burgundy (бургундий) hath consolidated its presence in Cantons, bringing the fertile valleys firmly under the royal banner. Monks record the peaceful submission in their parish annals. 'Whether the boundary stone moveth north or south, the river still floweth unchanged,' observed a river ferryman. Monastic annalists recorded the events in quiet seclusion, wondering what tribulations heaven would send next.
Chivalric circles have been shaken to the core by events in Orleanais, where France (интима не будет) trampled sworn pacts to launch a treacherous assault upon England (caracol). The victims were utterly unready for the blow, having expected fraternal support rather than lowered lances. The tavern-keeper took down one coat of arms and hung another, remarking that nails are cheaper than taking sides. The treasury wardens of England buried coin beneath flagstones, trusting neither friend nor foe.
For 3 consecutive years, the soil hath drunk the blood of Burgundy (бургундий) and England (caracol) in an unrelenting strife that knoweth neither truce nor absolution. Knights have grown gray in the saddle while chancellors exchange the self-same grievances. Foreign guilds of wool-merchants held closed meetings to reconsider transport routes across the continent. 'The sword hath carved what no parchment treaty could bind,' wrote a monastic chronicler.
The once-sprawling dominion of England (caracol) has dwindled to a solitary foothold, with Devon standing as the realm's last remaining stronghold. Desperate retainers keep round-the-clock watch from the ramparts, knowing that the loss of this single bastion means total oblivion. Sorrow and shame fell upon the chivalry of England, their lances bent and their crests dishonored. 'The lord who stretcheth his hand too far will find it severed at the wrist,' remarked a border forester.
The fortunes of Burgundy (бургундий) wax bountifully, expanding its dominion to 10 strongholds (+3). The feudal reach of England (caracol) contracteth by 3 manors, leaving the crown with 1 manor. Tithe rolls for France (интима не будет) expand by 1 new fief, bringing the crown's ledger to 4 strongholds.
It is rumored among castle grooms that Burgundy hath stabled a dozen fine destriers presented by the envoys of England. Abbey chroniclers note with raised brows that chancellors of France and England shared a cordial roast swan while their archers strung their bows.
Heavy snowfall locketh the forest tracks in 1427; castellans bank their hearths with peat and watch the wolves gather.
STURDY LEATHER GAUNTLETS & GREAVES: Wax-boiled hide, proof against brambles, mud, and protracted castle watches. Discounts for guild wardens.
| Power | Centres | ± |
|---|---|---|
| Burgundy (бургундий) | 10 | +3 |
| France (интима не будет) | 4 | +1 |
| England (caracol) | 1 | -3 |