Any other takers? Vega, FeralPug, Minase, CEJ, Certis, I am looking at you.

I'm still looking into mods right now, Koning. Any faction suggestions? I've personally never played the HRE or France, but I am game for almost anyone except Denmark (long live the Danish Empire).

I've been playing the Deus Volt mod recently, and it does a bang-up job of ironing out the imperfections. Not perfect still, but damn fun. If we do the writing again, I may just add in something for kicks.

There is plenty of room Montalban. So far it's you, me, and Koning_Floris (and possibly Prederick).

I'll look for the Deus Volt mod Pred. I've only been playing the 1.2 patch with no mods, and have found it to be much more enjoyable than 1.1. The computer still makes some wacky decisions, but is much more aggressive than before.

Plenty of space prof. The rules are as follows:

No reloading-this is a play as it happens game. If you screw up, you have to live with the consequences.
You play until your king dies, then email the save game to the next person. We will all be playing with the same mods (though none have been agreed upon as of now).
Provide a write-up of what is going on so the next person has an idea of what they are getting into. You can write it up however you want-short story, overall summary, whatever.

We are still working out the details and seeing who wants in. Right now we have 4 people. Time for some faction decisions.

I haven't vested a TON of time into it, and frankly, for the kind of game you're all talking about, i'd advise just sticking with vanilla and going with it. That said, characters are much more lavishly detailed now, and the game is designed to take longer. Kings can die from a myriad of things now, and aren't neccessarily the tanks they were in battle before. YMMV.

I have no problem with longer games, as I don't want this to be rushed like it was last time. If it takes all summer, I don't have a problem. The only thing is I don't want the people playing it to get bored with the game.

Vanilla works for me, as long as we are patched to 1.2 (as it fixes many bugs and makes the AI more aggresive in the campaign). For starting kingdoms, I'll start by suggesting Portugal, Russia, or Hungary.

I would like to partake if there's still room.
I would also suggest that the patched vanilla version is probably the least problematic to set up. Portugal sounds fun...

I'm not particular about the order, but I prefer not to go first. Boa sorte! (good luck)

SO how goes fine Portugal?

Haven't started yet. I do apologize. First night was spent dealing with a fallen tree on my fence, and last night was spent picking the wife up at the airport. I'll do my turn/writeup over the weekend.

It's in you box right about.....now.

Turn 4

As the sun set on the city of Cordoba, King Henrique of Portugal gazed out from the city square to the fires and streams of soldiers still working their way through the city. His armor was dented and bloody, though none of it his, from the assult on the city in the early afternoon. "Your people do not know when to accept their fate, your majesty," Henrique said to the body of the Moorish Sultan Tahar, grinning at his old foe. "Though I don't need to tell you that." For 6 months emissaries from Portugal had entreated the Moors to become a vassal state. The 800 man army had surrounded Cordoba, lending weight to the Portugese argument. In the end the army had stormed Codoba's walls, and only Sultan Tahar and his bodyguards stood in their way. Henrique had challenged the sultan to single combat after storming the walls and taking the gates. Henrique had trained for over 20 years for that meeting, and the results were not in the sultan's favor.

"Father," Prince Affonso said in his quiet, deep voice, walking up behind his father, "what should we do with the city? Cordoba's citizens are out in the streets, rioting now that the garrison is gone."

"Order the men to put down the riots by any means necessary," commanded Henrique, turning towards the south gate. "Butcher anyone who opposes our forces. Take whatever treasure is available."

"Of course, father." Affonso turned and gave the orders, unconcerned that the orders he gave would cause the death of over 1000 people. "We had a visitor during the assult. It seems that King Alfonso of Spain has sent his daughter to negotiate a trade agreement. She was initially sent to Lisbon, but was sent here after we had left."

Henrique smiled, knowing the bait that the spanish king was offering. "Tell her we will accept her father's gracious offer. Ask her to..."

"Your majesty!" screamed Captain Christovan, commander of the Portugese ground forces, his great bulk straining in the confines of his armor. "A Moorish army has been spotted by our spies two days march to the west of the city! Tamar, the sultan's son and heir, flies his banner at the lead of the army! Their numbers are near double our own! We must retreat!" Chirstovan wheezed, his panic causing spittle to drip down his many chins.

"The moors strike more quickly than I had thought," exclaimed Henrique, his face deep in thought. After a moment, he turned to his son. "Prepare our calvary and jinetes to leave the city. We will move to the forest north of the city. Captain Christovan," Henrique turned and faced the quivering Chrstovan, who glanced over his shoulder at the west gate, as if the moors would attack him at any second. "You are in command of the ground forces here, Chris..."

"B.....but your majesty, you would leave us here with no horse?" stammered Christovan, visibly shaking. "We will be trampled underneath the heathen's boots..."

"You will hold the walls until the moors have assembled their towers and rams. Just before they begin their assult, you will sally forth from the gates and attack the heathens. Your primary target will be the sultan's heir," commanded Henrique, gesturing his page for his horse.

Christovan whitened, with panic clearly displayed across his fat face. "We are to attack the heathens head on? When they have over three men to our one?"

Henrique began mounting his horse, swinging his leg over the saddle. "You will attack as I have stated. We will charge from the rear, and crush the moors between our forces. You have your...."

"W.....why not stay in the city and wait for reinforcements from Lisbon?" whined Christovan. "Jahao can bring his army from Zaragota. His army was nearly intact after taking the city."

Henrique stared at his shaking captain from his horse, fury plainly obvious across his face. "You will obey the orders I have given! The moorish army is composed mostly of conscripted peasents, and are no match for our forces. Our horse will destroy their resolve, and they will flee the field. By God, you will follow my orders!"

Christovan did not appear to hear his king. "Yes, Jahoa can be here within 3 months, and we can easily hold the moors off of the walls until then. Yes, that is the best way." Christovan turned started to walk away, ignoring his king.

Henrique snarled, drew his sword, and dug his spurs into his horse towards the retreating captain. With a vicious downward swipe of his sword, Henrique severed Christovan's head and left shoulder from the body. Blood sprayed the already splattered king.

"Fool," said Henrique, still holding his bloody sword, and stared at the twitching body. "His cowardice would have infected our entire army. Affonso!"

"Yes, father?" said Affonso, watching the the entire display close to his sire, his hand ready to administer the long overdue sentence to the blubbering Christovan.

"Who was this coward's second in command?"

"Diego de Lemos," said Affonso. "Most of Christovan's ideas and commands came through him, as he overrode most of Christovan's absurd orders. de Lemos also lead the attack on the walls. He has shown great promise."

"Go to him immediately," commanded Henrique, wiping his blade, but not sheathing his sword. "Tell him he is in command now. Give him the exact orders that this fool ignored. Promise him promotion to general if he is successful and does not waste the lives of his men. Then prepare our horse to leave the city. We leave after nightfall."

"It will be done, father. What of the sultan? Should we send his body to his son?" Affonso motioned for his horse.

Henrique turned to regard the body of his foe. "No. Nail his body to the wall above the west gate." He smiled, and pointed his sword at the fallen leader. "We must show the son his father's fate. And his."

EDIT: Koning, check your email.

I am having trouble with my Medieval2 installation, and actually not only with Medieval2. my whole system seems to be a bit off. I suggest someone to PM me with his e-mail so he can continue. I will probably take some time for me to take care of the problems. Maybe I will step in later, when I've resolved the problems.

I guess no one is that interested after all. Well, with 4 posts in a row I will stop adding more after this. Please someone give me his/her e-mail address so I can pass on the save game.

Send, maybe remove the e-mail to prevent spammage? Good luck with the save, at least have more than I have.