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Eparkhos

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I have no idea what the reference is, but whenever I hear about large Mongol armies I can’t help but think of Tuong Lu Kim and his sh**ty wall.
It's to the Hungarian folk song "Esik az eso" azik a heveder", which Google Translate tells me means "The rain and the soaked girdle." Vakhtang will definitely be ranting about a shitty wall in the near future, though.
I have a feeling that this Mongol horde, isn't a conquering force but rather refugees fleeing from something happening up in the Russian Steppes.
who's pushing the mongols to europe? It should be something that's happening in Siberia/Central Asia, so its either 1. new steppe empire that Trebizond has to deal with, 2. something in northern china happening, so Manchus/Uighurs?, 3. the Uzbeks somehow becoming ascendent.
Good guesses, actually, but as Appendix A reveals that is not the case. The Uzbeks are growing in power, though.
We will ever find out the truth via dna testing in the modern age?Wasn’t Martha Georgian btw?



I dunno what to say about this arsehole. He didn't even have the decency to come back when his son died and take up his rule again.
Martha was Pontic/Turkic, IIRC. Maria Gattuliuso was Greek-Italian, Keteon was Kartvelian, Martha was Pontic/Turkic, and Katsarina was Greek.

Alexandros II is definitely an interesting character. I agree with the comment below you about his motivations.
That was a lucky break for David.

The Rumites look very formidable. I would not have liked his odds even with Kartvelian support.

Gonna go out on a limb here and say the Mongols here are a result of the Kazakhs having just steamrolled the region and sent the Nogais and Astrakhans into flight.
The Rumites are indeed very formidable, but are increasingly top-heavy and resented by their own citizens for their worst abuses and overreaches of power. I'm not going to say much beyond that (spoilers!) but any war between Rome and Rum will be hard-fought.
Interesting that there'll be a komnenian branch ruling in Germany then
That would be quite an interesting twist.
To be fair, Alexandros just seemed to be absolutely done with the Romans when everyone around him made him go completely insane, especially his sons and his wife. If at least one of his sons turned to be "normal" and "competent" for him, then that might've given him a reason to stay.

Of course, his new life in Germany is quite interesting, with them settling in what appears to be in Westphalia / Lower Saxony and his descendants seem to be part of the upcoming Reformation. Who knows how far the Komnenoi will go in Germany, although if they manage to either unify the entire Rhineland or expand west towards the Netherlands as part of their demesne (probably at the expense of the Burgundians, I think), then that's when things start to be really interesting, imo.

Sidenote, I kinda want a Komnenoi wank to come out of Alexandros's lineage, now that I think about it. It'd be the Palaiologoi in Montferrat all over again, but with a greater potential to carve something out of a foreign land.

B444's decision to put the same dynasty in the thrones of both the Ottoman Empire and the Empire of Mexico in his timeline certainly whet the appetite of a large Komnenoi state in Germany for this timeline, hehehehe..... :evilsmile:
Actually, beyond Alexis I, I think they'll be fairly obscure, more creators of trivia than of history. I was thinking of the Italian Lascaris OTL rather than the Palaiologians, but the outcome will probably be the same.
Wow! Exciting update! What is interesting is that the nomads within the splintered Khanates of the Golden Horde actually did begin transitioning from pastoral semi-nomads to settled farmers (especially since the Idil Valley is very fertile), could this also be happening in this timeline?
The thing about the Golden Horde (or Ulugh Ulus) was that it was actually a Turko-Mongol state, similar to the Timurids. Something I would love to see in this timeline is that instead of there being a Slavic and Orthodox behemoth called Russia that terrorizes their neighbor across the black sea, there is a Turkic and Hanafi horde that proves to be the greatest challenge to Roman-Trebizonians in the future. OTL the Russian Empire had a plan to revive the Eastern Roman Empire and came close to achieving it many times before some Deus Ex Machina happened and the Ottomans stopped them. Seeing this parallel occur in this timeline would be brilliant!
That sounds quite interesting, but I can't find anything with a quick search. Could you link a source please?
I've just got to say I'm blown away with how quickly you're putting out these updates btw; genuinely so impressive you can get updates of this consistent quality and quantity (word count) out so fast. Hats off to you
Yes, they do provide some good amount of immersion to us. Maybe the model used in "A Age of Miracles" could be useful, if you sometimes join the book-style updates with a short or medium length narrative that provide context or make us feel immersed in what is happening (or not! Sometimes just teasing about things that are going to come is great enough) would make the quality of this story even better.

Also, Asriellian is completely right, it's truly impressive how you manage to keep this rhythm with a great quality, i have seen such a pace only in fanfiction so far, and it's actually a habit of mine to daily see this thread for a new update.
Thank you both. Obviously, AAOM is a big influence on this--it's a big influence on everything Byzaboo, after all, so I'll try and follow B444's lead. One thing that always irked me was how he handled the narrative sections during Andreas I's reign, so I'm going to try and stay away from that sort of thing. I should also not that I'm only able to keep up this manic pace because of the pandemic and virtual school. My plan is to keep going hard until I go back in person in August, then slow down a little bit. God willing, this thread will have reached 100 pages by then.
Thanks
Good chapters. Liking our tenacious greek pasha.


I'm not sure I buy it. There isn't a strong pursuit force to take them out, and nothing preventing them from re-cohering later and marching home through the skeletonized countryside.

Did nobody just stay in the power vacuum in Bulgaria rather than hurry back home for the civil war?
A. Yeah, that was kind of contrived. Something something Ottoman irregulars and many unpaid mercenaries.

B. There actually were, but I kind of glossed over them. I may or may not be borrowing an idea from Byzantium's Resurrection on the fate of NW Bulgaria. Have you by any chance heard of Jan Švehla?
ok that's why the Mongols are invading again. This war will be fun to watch as we know that David and Trebizond will win, but by how much? Will David have the strength to fight the neo-rumites after this war?
ps: Will Trebizond eventually rule Kartvelia through personal union?
Who says he's going to win?
 
Part L: The Gates of Alexander (1455-1525)

Eparkhos

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Part L: The Gates of Alexander (1455-1525)

In the middle years of the 15th century, Basileios of Funa and several companions had journeyed into the untamed wilds of the eastern Caucasian Mountains, hoping to spread the good news amongst the even wilder men of the region. The Avars, Vainakhs had the numerous other peoples of the eastern mountains had gained a reputation for martyring missionaries, and so it was to the shock of many that Funa was able to baptize several thousand converts from amongst the heathens, even securing the baptism of an Avar king, Rusalan I. The seed that Funa had planted would sprout like a mustard tree[1], as Rusalan and his successors, painting themselves as the Sword of Christ, unified much of the highlands under Christian rule and won a series of impressive victories against the pagans and the Muslims. This would prompt missionaries would enter the lands of the Muslim Golden Horde, an action which brought the ire of Sarai down upon them and sow the seeds of Saint Zphosas’ War[2], the largest conflict in the region since the War of the Caucasian Gates a quarter-century before.

In the years after Rusalan’s consolidation of the Avar Highlands, the official support of an established state on the northern side of the mountains gave the Orthodox Church a sudden inroad into the tribal region which had so long defied their attempts at proselytization. Traveling through the previously-inaccessible Malla-Kheli pass[3], churchmen from Kartvelia and beyond could go eastwards into the lands of the Kumyks and the Lezgins, or westwards into the lands of the Vainakhs. Efforts at conversion were most successful in the latter two peoples. Despite the Vainakhs’ nominal subservience to the Golden Horde, the Kartvelians were able to keep them in their sphere of influence by projecting power through the Caucasian Gates, which allowed money, embassies and even armies to march north and support factions friendly to Tbilisi in the region. This state of affairs led to the rise of one Ma’aru, a mercenary captain of mixed Avar and Vainakh descent, in the late 1510s. Ma’aru was able to rally the Orthodox Vainakh bands to his banner and, with support from Tbilisi and Kunzakh, crush the pagan and Muslim Vainakhs. At the Battle of the Terka River--hereafter known as the Battle of the Ts’yehn River[4]--in 1519, Ma’aru’s alliance utterly annihilated his enemies, with some 1,500 Vainakhs and several hundred Avar and Kartvelian mercenaries routing 3,000 enemies (a mixture of Vainakhs and Muslim Circassians) and slaying so many that the river ran red with blood, hence the name. With this victory, Orthodox ascendancy in Ciscaucasia was confirmed almost indefinitely. Ma’aru established a capital at Zaur (OTL Vladikavkaz) and set about transforming his alliance into a functioning state.

For the next few years, the Orthodox Vainakhs got along happily. The khan was distracted in the east, beating back invasions by the expansionist Uzbek Khanate, and as far as Sarai was concerned Ciscaucasia might have been on the moon. This happy state of affairs would end abruptly with the ascension of Nogai Ahmed to the khanate in 1521. Nogai Ahmed had been the victor against the Uzbeks at the great Battle of the Ural River in 1520, and had used this as a foothold to overthrow and murder his brother, the reigning khan Selim Ahmed[5]. Nogai Ahmed Khan was in a bad position from the outset. While he had succeeded in repulsing the Uzbeks from the western side of the Ural River, he had been unable to recover the vast swathes of the east which they still controlled. The Golden Horde controlled only the territories of the former Blue Horde; in effect, it had lost much of its eastern heartland, and as such would be greatly weakened as far as steppe empires went. The Russians were on the verge of reunification under the militarist Volga Novgorod, and they would soon pose a grave threat to the Khanate; the Polish-Lithuanians were growing in strength and were starting to push back against his realm’s western edge, and the Uzbeks would soon be able to push against his eastern frontier once again. If his state was going to survive the coming crisis, he needed to act swiftly and crush the upstart breakaways who were nibbling away at his borders to put the fear of God back into his tributaries. Only then, by presenting a united front to his many enemies, would he be able to keep his state alive and face down the many threats that were gathering against him from all directions. In the spring of 1524, he mustered six tumens--120,000 men--more than three-quarters of the men available to him, and marched southwards.

Word of the approaching Mongol horde spread swiftly, and within a few weeks Ma’aru was able to scramble together some 6,000 men, an impressive number for the region but a woefully small force to take on the great khan. He sent out a call for aid to his coreligionists, which by now included the Circassians, the Kartvelians, the Trapezuntines, the Avars and the Lezgins. The latter two quietly ignored his pleas for help, as they themselves could easily become targets of the horde’s fury and so decided to sit this one out. The Circassians did the same, and the aftokrator David apologized for being unable to help but stated that he was busy with other matters, like not losing Perateia to a deluge of horsemen. This left Kartvelia to tentatively answer the call, with Vakhtang dispatching a few thousand mercenaries and volunteers to help Ma’aru in his war against the infidels. Most importantly, he allowed a small number of Vainakhs who had settled in the Pankisi Gorge in the preceding years to cross back over the mountains and aid their fellows in the coming struggle. At the time, Vakhtang considered this to be allowing his rebellion-prone subjects to go off and get themselves killed, essentially creating a self-resolving problem..

Nogai Ahmed arrived in Ciscaucasia in June 1523. He made a circuit of the northern side of the mountains, reminding the Circassian vassals of their duties to supply him with gold and slaves and exacting the tribute that many of them had ‘misplaced’. He then sent embassies eastward to the Kumyks, who were under lose Horde control, threatening to quote ‘fall upon you like a bolt from on high, slaughter your men like pigs, rape and slaughter your women and sell your children in slavery in the distant lands of the Arabs, then grind your bones and scatter your dust across the breadth of the Caspian Sea’ if they did not submit to paying tribute. The Kumyks wisely did so, as did the Avars when confronted with a similar missive. With his flanks secured, the khan then plunged into Vainakhia(?) proper with a crossing of the Terek River in August.

The resulting campaign was a literal and metaphorical massacre. Nogai Ahmed was a cagey ruler, and before he had embarked on his mission of vengeance he had made sure to study the Vainakhs and every element of his society. Upon concluding that the Vainakhs were some of the most clannish people on the planet, he quickly devised his master plan. After crossing the frontier, he raced for the heart of Vainakh territory, shrugging off enemy bands from all directions as they tried to assail the far superior Mongol force from all directions. His target was Nasare, the second largest settlement of Ma’aru’s state and home to one of the five bishoprics north of the mountains. He arrived at Nasare on 16 August, finding that many of the local Vainakhs and their allies had holed up there to protect those who were unable to accompany Ma’aru in his retreat up into the mountains. While Nasare was an impressive fortress by the standards of Ciscaucasia, it was woefully pathetic compared the Lithuanian and Russian fortresses that Nogai Ahmed was used to battering down. As such, a bombardment of only two days served to level the entire eastern half of the city, and the irregular foot soldiers that rushed through the ruins en masse were able to quickly reduce the rest of the city. He but the Nasareans to the sword, believing that they had forfeited any right they had to ‘life’ or ‘surrender’ in rebelling against him.

Moreover, this calculated massacre had the exact effects that Nogai Ahmed hoped it would. Previously, Ma’aru had been able to convince many of the tribal leaders to accompany him on his planned retreat into the mountains, where he (rightfully) believed his chances would much better, as the Mongols weren’t exactly famed mountaineers. Now, however, with many of their clan members butchered by the invaders, many of the elders and war-chiefs felt that they were honor-bound to fight the Mongols on the field of battle. Ma’aru desperately tried to convince them of the foolishness of this, but many of them were determined and sure that God would secure them victory. The resulting Battle of Zaur--actually fought a few miles north of the capital--was about as one-sided as you’d expect, the khan’s men riding down the poorly-armed Vainakhs en masse and losing only a handful of men to their brave but suicidal charges. At the end of the day, 3,000 Vainakhs and 200 Mongols were dead, and the war making ability of the Vainakhs had been irrevocably crippled. The small force that still remained loyal to Ma’aru shattered, as many clans chose to gather up all of their surviving members and flee to Circassia or Avaria rather than try and continue what would surely be a suicidal war. With no other option available to him, Ma’aru fled up into the high mountains with his small band, establishing a new capital settlement in one of the most isolated valleys of Ciscaucasia, known as Bashtorostan (OTL Nizhnyaya Unal). While he refused to surrender to his hated enemy, Ma’aru was effectively knocked out of the war, unable to project power beyond the four valleys closest to Bashtorostan.

With the first target of his wrath all but eliminated, Nogai Ahmed then looked southwards. The Vainakhs were the most direct affront to his control of the region, but they were only as insolent as they had been because of the promise of foreign support. Circassia and Avaria had both been returned to the fold, but as soon as there was no massive army threatening to make it as if they had never, ever lived they would almost certainly resort to their old ways. In order to secure his hold on the region of Ciscaucasia, he needed to reduce what was, in his mind anyway, a state sponsor of rebels: Kartvelia. Not only was this region rich and mostly untouched by Mongol armies[6], in ravaging the region and utterly annihilating the Kartvelians and their state he would prove himself equal to, if not better than, Ahmed Sultan, who had failed to fight through the Caucasian Gates nearly thirty years previous. Indeed, Nogai Ahmed thought, if he could break through then all of Transcaucasia would be his, cementing him as one of the greatest khans to have ever lived, allowing him to take tens of thousands of slaves and levy thousands more pounds of gold and other valuables from the new territories. As he retired to winter camp that year--he wasn’t stupid, trying to force a crossing that late in the year would be suicide--visions of plunder and murder danced in the great khan’s head. In allowing the Pankisi Vainakhs to join their fellows, the Kartvelian king had unknowingly sown the seeds for his own destruction in giving the Horde the pretext it needed to invade.

Meanwhile, on the southern side of the mountains, Vakhtang was blissfully unaware of the Sword of Damocles that hovered above him. The Horde had made frequent raids against the states of Ciscaucasia, so this was nothing new. Supposedly, he was more concerned with the ascension of David to the Trapezuntine throne and the diplomatic and economic ramifications of this than he was of the massive Mongol horde that was massing on his northern border. As such, the provincial dukes remained in their territories that winter and spring, rather than being marshalled for war. Aleks’andretsikhe and the other six fortresses of the Caucasian Gates were reinforced, sure, but Vakhtang was woefully overconfident in their capabilities. He believed that the Mongols, a steppe horde as they were, would be behind the times in terms of siege technology and so would be unable to break through the aging fortresses, many of which had been built more than a quarter of a century before and had not been built-up or expanded since. Nogai Ahmed was in fact an experienced siege commander with a personal love for the development and usage of cannons, which would have been a warning sign if Vakhtang hadn’t been dying of syphilis.

That spring, April of 1525, the khan sent 20,000 men into Circassia to threaten the Circassian Gates as well as remind the Circassian tribes of their subservience to him once again. This force, reinforced with several hundred Circassian mercenaries, bore down on the Duchy of Abkhazia, the westernmost territory of Kartvelia. Had they managed to break through, they would have been able to utterly ravage the Kartvelian heartland in advance of the main invasion force. The Kingdom of Saint George was only spared this destruction because Mamia Dadiani, the march-ward of the Abkhazes and Duke of Tsukhumi, happened to be the only competent feudal ruler in Kartvelia and had taken the arrival of Nogai Ahmed the year before as a sign to start mobilizing. He had some 4,000 men ready and waiting in addition to several thousand more militiamen ready to be called up at a moment’s notice, and so was able to quickly scramble together nearly 11,000 Kartvelians and Abkhazians and several hundred Circassian and Vainakh exiles to meet the invasion force at the fords of the Myzmta near Anakopion (OTL Adler) along the coastal plain. While the Mongols outnumbered Dadiani by more than two-to-one, they were unwilling to risk a forced crossing of the river against a force of heavy infantry that were helped by defensive works, and so elected to withdraw back to Circassia to await reinforcements.

This probing action had its desired effects, in spite of its tactical defeat. Vakhtang was finally roused from his idle and mustered out all the men and lords of Kartvelia, mustering a host of some 30,000 and marching with all speed towards the Circassian Gates. He feared that the Mongols would attempt to push through the western crossings, which were, logistically speaking, far less daunting than the Caucasian Gates. As such, he knew he needed to act swiftly to cut off any potential attack from that region, which together with the impressive fortifications of the Gates would allow him to hold off Mongol attacks until he was able to negotiate a peace. Vakhtang and his army advanced to the Myzmta by the end of June, and so brought a combined host of 40,000 against the Mongols.

Nogai Ahmed then set the next stage of his plan in motion, sending two tumens (40,000 men) and the Circassian vassals to attack the king in the west, with orders to pin them down while taking as few casualties as possible. The fighting along this front began as soon as mid-July, as the Horde and their allies launched probing attacks all along the frontier, fighting a half-dozen small actions before falling back to the west, gradually wearing down the defenders’ numbers and morale. However, this was not the chief area of the war. With Vakhtang pinned down and the Kartvelians thoroughly distracted, Nogai Ahmed was free to move against his true target: the Caucasian Gates.

The Alans, who inhabited the region around the pass, had had the fear of God put into them with the utter crushing of the Vainakhs and so were willing to, if not join the Horde’s forces then at the very least not fight against them. Because of this, the pickets that were supposed to inform the defenders of Baltatsike, the northernmost fortress, of any approaching host abandon their positions and allow the outer bulwark to be taken by surprise. Nogai Ahmed has light cannons sent ahead of the main force with the scouts and hauled up the side of the valley under the cover of night. Once the attack begins, the Circassian and other vassal troops that are being used as human shields surge forward to assail the fortress, whose defenders are caught completely off-guard. Shot rains down from both the pass to the north of them and from the heights to their east, and the defenders soon rout and flee down the valley, leaving the ruins of the fortress to the Horde. Similar tactics are employed at Larshtsike and Daritsike, the next two fortresses, to much success. Then Nogai Ahmed and his army reached Aleks’andretsikhe, the greatest fortress of all the Caucasus. Alek’sandre II had chosen the location of his citadel well, and it was nearly unassailable. It sat on a sheer-faced plateau jutting out into the center of the pass, surrounded by a bend of the Terek that made direct assault almost impossible. The only heights around the city that could be used for bombardment were also fortified, essentially making it impregnable. For a week the Mongols laid siege to the fortress, pounding away with cannons that could barely be elevated enough to even hit the cliffs below the walls and making suicidal assaults across the river and the cliff face. Nogai Ahmed was forced to admit that his whole plan might be foiled by Alexander’s Bastion, and had begun mulling over a strategic withdrawal before the solution appeared to him. An Alan shepherd had been captured by a foraging party, and in exchange for the safety of his family he would tell them of a secret pass around the fatal gorge. Nogai Ahmed was intrigued, and allowed the man to give his peace. It took sixteen days of trekking through the wildest parts of the mountains, at elevations where snow clung to the ground even in summer and where horses would regularly asphyxiate simply from walking, but at long last the advance force descended into the valley of the Jutistskali River. Over the following weeks, thousands of men would make the arduous journey across the Juta Pass, but eventually a full tumen would camp in the valley. In late August, they sallied out into the Terek Valley proper.
Aleks’andretsikhe’s south-facing defenses were still quite impressive, but were much easier to bombard. After several days of round-the-clock bombardment, the guns of the great fortress finally fell silent.

Deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth, the khan and his army slipped around the fortress and continued down the pass. Gudauritsikhe, the next fortress, had been abandoned by the time they reached it, its garrison retreating down the valley to the more defensible Zakatsikhe, which like the great fortress sat atop a plateau overlooking the entirety of the valley. Here, the Mongols were also forced to lay siege to the fortress, whose guns were able to rain hell down upon them from a great distance. After a few days of non-stop attack, the khan devised a plan. He had ranks of captured prisoners shackled together and marched back and forth along the valley for several days in the row. At such distance, the defenders were unable to discern their countrymen from enemy soldiers and so opened fire, burning through much of their powder reserves as they did so. On the fourth day of this, Nogai Ahmed ordered an assault on the western face of the castle, which was the least steep and thus least defensible. The third wave made it over the walls, and the fortress was taken with much bloodshed on both sides. Nonetheless, with Zakatsikhe taken, there was only one fortress left between the khan and the lowlands: Ananuri, a decrepit castle built during the reign of Tamar, and which would surely be no match for the full weight of the Horde’s army.

On 12 September, Nogai Ahmed and his army arrived at Ananuri and laid siege to it, pummeling the cliffside hardpoint with dozens of cannons of all sizes. The defenders stood strong under the withering fire, but as the second day dawned they appeared to be on the verge of collapse. The towers of the fortress had been reduced to rubble, and the walls sported many gaps; only the unexpectedly fast current of the Arkala River prevented the Mongols from simply swarming it. They had the numbers, after all, some three tumens of 60,000 men were still in the host. Nogai Ahmed was on the verge of ordering the final assault when word reached him from his pickets down the valley:

An army flying the Five-Cross Flag approached from the south-east, numbering nearly as many as the Mongols themselves. The battle to decide the fate of all the Caucasus was to be fought at Ananuri, on the morrow….

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[1] This is a reference to Matthew 17:20
[2] Zphosas was the Avar missionary who had converted many of the Vainakhs and Ma’aru himself, and so was considered to be responsible for the rebellion in Ciscaucasia by the Horde
[3] This is a minor pass across the Eastern Caucasus that is too high and too narrow to be used by an army, but is still large enough for particularly daring merchants to travail. It had previously been unusable because of the many feuding tribes of the area, but with Rusalan’s unification of the region it was now open to trade, which further bound Avaria into the Kartvelian sphere.
[4] Literally translates as “Battle of the river which was red”, more precisely “Battle of the Bloody River”
[5] After Ahmed Sultan’s many victories, ‘Ahmed’ had been adopted as a common regnal suffix for the khans of the Golden Horde. It translates as ‘Most praiseworthy’, and so it was added directly into the ruler’s title as well.
[6] Kartvelia had been devastated by the armies of Temur-e-Lank, but many of the Mongols of the steppe did not consider him to be one of them, instead regarding him as a Tajik or Persian.
 
let's hope the Kartvelians win because the consequences of losing is steep indeed. The Caucasus will most likely fall into anarchy again if the Golden Horde wins this battle, and I think the Kartvelians know this.
 
Actually, beyond Alexis I, I think they'll be fairly obscure, more creators of trivia than of history. I was thinking of the Italian Lascaris OTL rather than the Palaiologians, but the outcome will probably be the same.
Fair enough. Still always fun to dream about such possibilities, though.

Kartvelia falling to the Mongols would be really bad for David, possibly ruining the entire Rum campaign and bringing a grave threat to the heart of Trebizond. The Khan is certainly determined to crush the Caucasus under his boot, which makes this entire situation worse for the Trapezuntines and the Kartvelians. Still, David won't back down without a grueling fight alongside his allies, so this will certainly a battle for the ages.

I have a feeling that that whoever wins this current battle will be pivotal towards how Russia and Anatolia will develop over time ITTL.
 
To be fair, Alexandros just seemed to be absolutely done with the Romans when everyone around him made him go completely insane, especially his sons and his wife. If at least one of his sons turned to be "normal" and "competent" for him, then that might've given him a reason to stay.

Of course, his new life in Germany is quite interesting, with them settling in what appears to be in Westphalia / Lower Saxony and his descendants seem to be part of the upcoming Reformation. Who knows how far the Komnenoi will go in Germany, although if they manage to either unify the entire Rhineland or expand west towards the Netherlands as part of their demesne (probably at the expense of the Burgundians, I think), then that's when things start to be really interesting, imo.

Sidenote, I kinda want a Komnenoi wank to come out of Alexandros's lineage, now that I think about it. It'd be the Palaiologoi in Montferrat all over again, but with a greater potential to carve something out of a foreign land.

B444's decision to put the same dynasty in the thrones of both the Ottoman Empire and the Empire of Mexico in his timeline certainly whet the appetite of a large Komnenoi state in Germany for this timeline, hehehehe..... :evilsmile:
He was actually 100% responsible for all of the messes the occurred during his reign.His sons all went insane because he allowed his wife to torture them.He did not try to protect them.He then proclaimed his nephew heir without finding ways to shore up his position or kill his monster of a son—which resulted in his nephew’s death.I would have added the death of his stepfather and other Trepezuntines during the war as well because of the war he got into.But one could not have estimated how quickly the crusaders and Moreans would have folded.Nonetheless,I don’t think history will judge this guy well.

@Eparkhos Did the Trepezuntines know of this guy’s survival and career in the HRE?
 
Nonetheless,I don’t think history will judge this guy well.
Definitely not the Trapezuntines/Romans. They would probably view him as a traitor that abandoned his family and Rhomania in a time of need over arbitrary reasons, rightfully calling him as the source of practically every problem they had to experience pre-David, so no, they won't view him as a good person.
 
Definitely not the Trapezuntines/Romans. They would probably view him as a traitor that abandoned his family and Rhomania in a time of need over arbitrary reasons, rightfully calling him as the source of practically every problem they had to experience pre-David, so no, they won't view him as a good person.
I don’t know how he felt that he ended up becoming the ruler of a small county after running away from ruling.He probably deserved it(as a punishment).
 

Eparkhos

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let's hope the Kartvelians win because the consequences of losing is steep indeed. The Caucasus will most likely fall into anarchy again if the Golden Horde wins this battle, and I think the Kartvelians know this.
Everyone knows this, it's part of why the Trapezuntines will intervene to protect them.
Fair enough. Still always fun to dream about such possibilities, though.

Kartvelia falling to the Mongols would be really bad for David, possibly ruining the entire Rum campaign and bringing a grave threat to the heart of Trebizond. The Khan is certainly determined to crush the Caucasus under his boot, which makes this entire situation worse for the Trapezuntines and the Kartvelians. Still, David won't back down without a grueling fight alongside his allies, so this will certainly a battle for the ages.

I have a feeling that that whoever wins this current battle will be pivotal towards how Russia and Anatolia will develop over time ITTL.
The long-term impacts of Ananuri will definitely be immense, and the impacts of a Mongol vassal would be catastrophic for both states. I should also note that Ananuri will be largest battle in Caucasian history since Didgori, with some 115,000 men involved total.
He was actually 100% responsible for all of the messes the occurred during his reign.His sons all went insane because he allowed his wife to torture them.He did not try to protect them.He then proclaimed his nephew heir without finding ways to shore up his position or kill his monster of a son—which resulted in his nephew’s death.I would have added the death of his stepfather and other Trepezuntines during the war as well because of the war he got into.But one could not have estimated how quickly the crusaders and Moreans would have folded.Nonetheless,I don’t think history will judge this guy well.

@Eparkhos Did the Trepezuntines know of this guy’s survival and career in the HRE?
Definitely not the Trapezuntines/Romans. They would probably view him as a traitor that abandoned his family and Rhomania in a time of need over arbitrary reasons, rightfully calling him as the source of practically every problem they had to experience pre-David, so no, they won't view him as a good person.
The Trapezuntines were somewhat aware of it, sort of how a modern person would be aware of some tinpot African dictator winning a civil war. "Oh no, he just won some little petty thing on the other side of the world. That's not good. Oh well." He will definitely be a complicated figure in the future.

Anyway, I couldn't get an update out today. Have an appendix I wrote yesterday instead.
 
Appendix B: March 1526, Konya

Eparkhos

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Appendix B

Konya, January 1526

“...the valley around Malatya has been raided again, several of their storehouses were burned and a few dozen farmers and their families carried off. Most of the farmers were able to get inside the walls in time, thank God, and the city’s granaries should be able to provide for them until the next harvest.”

Kilij Arslan sighed and drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair, staring off into space. Iskandarr had seen Suleiman--he had known him before he took the throne and his regnal name--like this before, and knew the calm that usually came before he lost his temper. The grand vizier shifted his weight and took a step back, shuffling the stack of papers he held and hoping not to piss him off any more.

Suleiman broke from his trance and looked at him. “The same damned Turkmen again?”

“Yes.” Iskandar said, expecting the sultan to shoot from his chair and flip the table. A pair of guards had to keep him from wringing the neck of the Qutlughid emissary who had told them they wouldn’t turn over the troublemakers last time. He could only imagine how pissed he’d be now.

Instead, Suleiman rose from his desk and walked over to the window, gazing out at the night sky. “Father’s worst mistake was not killing them all when we had the chance.”

Iskandar muttered his agreement as he trailed his lord over to the windowsill, rubbing a scar on his forearm from his brief career as a mamluk thirty years previous. The two men stood in comfortable silence, looking out at the pinpricks of light that covered the dark sky. It was a new moon, and there was almost no light other than that of the braziers that sat in the corners. He knew that the sultan was mulling over war with their eastern neighbor, and he knew that it was a bad idea.

“It’s not worth it, Selim,” he said, “They have us four-to-one on the best of days.”

Suleiman slammed his fist into the lintel. “Damn it, Isi, they can’t keep getting away with it! Every time those shit-eating dogs cross the border they’re not just attacking my people, they’re attacking me and Rûm itself!” he stopped, nostrils flaring as he glared out into the darkness. “They’re probing us, trying to test our strength. If we don’t respond, they’ll invade.”

Iskandar waited for him to stop, choosing his words carefully. “They could also be trying to provoke you into a rash invasion, so they can paint themselves as victims.”

Suleiman sighed. “You’re probably right.” something caught his attention and he glanced back out at the darkness, squinting. “What in God’s name is tha--”

A gold-tipped crossbow quarrel sprouted from the left side of his chest, and with a short, sharp cry he fell backwards. Iskandar instinctively dropped to the floor and scrambled over to his friend. He grabbed Suleiman’s arm and felt for a pulse, feeling only limp muscle. For several seconds he stared at his friend’s body and the rapidly-spreading puddle of dark blood that was pouring out of him in stunned silence.

“Guards!” he choked, barely able to get the words out of his suddenly parched throat, “GUARDS!”

-----

The next day

Iskandar had accompanied his friend’s body to the burial grounds, only tearing himself away to tend to bodily functions. He sat in a stupor the whole time, the enshrouding and the prayers and even the procession to the grave seeming as hazy as a dream. Suleiman had been a decade younger than he was, only forty-one to his fifty-three, and he had always suspected that he would die first. He had lived a rough life before he’d been taken into the palace, and given the scars that covered his arms and his age, it seemed logical that he would pass first. That was part of the reason why he was so morose, but even as his friend was lowered into the ground, he knew that the worst was still to come.

He sat cross-legged on the divan, gazing at the dozen or so men who sat in a semi-circle around him, stomach churning like it was trying to make butter. Suleiman had spent many nights in the harem complex, and had many adult sons, seventeen to be exact. Iskandar watched them with thinly-veiled disgust. They spoke idly amongst each other, laughing and carrying on like the basest of fools. Several of them, he couldn’t remember their names and frankly didn’t care, were glaring daggers at each other and muttering under their breaths, two of them even tensed like they were about to throw fists. He glared at them, balling his fists, furious that they didn’t even have the common decency to pretend to be saddened by their father’s gruesome death less than a day before.

The only decent sons sat at opposite ends of the divan arc. Ibrahim had always been the most pious and kind-hearted of Suleiman’s sons, spending more time with imams giving alms than he did anything else. His eyes were streaked red, a sure sign that he at least mourned for his father. He glanced over at the other son, Kadir, who sat ramrod straight on his cushion, with hands folded across his lap and a stony expression. Iskandar had never liked Kadir, there was something about him that was just….off. He was several years older than the youngest of Suleiman’s adult sons, but despite this wore no beard or other facial hair, which had made him the source of much mockery, and his face was strangely rounded.

The arrival of two slaves carrying a tray full of cups of almond wine broke him from his thoughts. He gestured them forward, and they haltingly carried the tray into the center of the circle, gently setting it down and then scurrying from the room and closing the doors behind them. If the guards were more competent than they had been in allowing the assassin to escape, the doors would be quietly barred from the outside.

By now, all of the brothers were staring at him expectantly. He closed his eyes and muttered a quick and silent prayer for forgiveness, then spoke.

“Your father and your grandfather both were great students of history. They knew, as any of you morons would know if you’d ever picked up a book--” he was past the point of no return now, there was nothing to be lost by saying what he’d wanted to scream to the heavens for so long.

One of the more arrogant princes, Mehmet, rose, his face turning dark red. “How dare you say that to us! We’re the sons of an ancient and proud noble family, and your mother was a whore and your father some whoremonger.”

Iskandar paused and fixed the insolent bastard with an icy glare. “My mother was a handmaiden for a princess of the Homşite Ayyubids, and my father was a dye merchant. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. As anyone with a basic knowledge of history could tell you, the House of Karaman has been at its weakest when it is divided between squabbling claimants and princes.”

The princes broke out into murmurs, the implication clear.

“How shall it be?” Mehmet shouted. “A contest of arms?”

The princes broke out into a furor, proposing and then arguing over which was the best way for the true heir of Kilij Arslan V to be found. He ignored most of them.

“The question should be put to the army and to the bureaucrats.” Kadir said, in a strange, warbling tone. Iskandar blinked, having never heard him speak before. The prince turned and stared at him with dark, unnerving eyes, and he looked away, waiting for the clamor to die down.

“Your father kept that a secret, even for me.” he said. The princes broke out once again, but this time he interjected. “For God’s sake, shut up! I’m talking.” They collapsed into a surly silence. “Like I said before I was so rudely interrupted, the late sultan kept the nature of his selection secret, only writing it down on seventeen small tiles.” he gestured to the tray. “I suggest you start drinking.”

At once fifteen of the princes rushed to the tray, snatching off goblets and lurching away to start drinking. He noted with great annoyance that much of it spilled onto the carpet, a gift from the Uzbek khan some time before, and his anger at this carelessness helped dilute what little remorse he still held. The men downed the goblets with great gusto, gulping down as much as possible in one go to get to the secret instructions. Wine spilled everywhere, staining many of their faces and clothes red. After several hectic moments, one of them finally found a tile and shouted so. His half-brothers scrambled over to him, pushing and shoving to try and see what it said.

“Uh,” the lucky man said, “It says that, uh, gambling….” his face scrunched up “Gambling, stones and arrows are all works defiling Satan.”

“It’s a passage from the Quran, you morons.” Iskandar, Ibrahim and Kadir all said at once. The grand vizier cast a suspicious look at both of them and carried on speaking. “‘O you who have believed, indeed, intoxicants, gambling, stone altars and divining arrows are but defilement from the work of Satan.”

They looked at him with a mixture of confusion and trepidation. One of the rear men started to swoon slightly, but most were still standing upright.

“By the Prophet’s beard, are you dogs really this stupid? It’s telling you that drinking wine is a sin. You’re all going to hell by the way, the wine’s poisoned.”

The room exploded into chaos. Several of the princes collapsed almost instantly and began thrashing, while several of the dumber ones tried to run for the locked door, or just stood there with a blank expression before trying to stagger away. Mehmed, the most violent one, had been one of the first to fall, and so Iskandar didn’t even need to draw his sword to fend off the two princes who rushed at him, nimbly side-stepping them and letting the impared attackers plow into the palace wall. Within a minute fourteen of the fifteen drinkers were dead or dying, thrashing or convulsing on the floor as their spirits tried to cling to their body. One of the brighter ones had managed to shove his hand down his throat and vomit out the poison and lay gasping beside a puddle of his own juices. Iskandar walked over and kicked him in the head until he stopped moving. He waited for the dead to stop convulsing, then sat back down on his divan.

Ibrahim was staring at him bug-eyed, trying to string together a sentence in his shocked state. Kadir merely looked at him with the same stony expression, in a way that Iskandar had to admit he found unnerving.

“Your father,” he began, “Believed strongly in two things. Firstly, that the worst thing that could happen after his death would be a succession crisis or civil war that would turn Rûm against itself. Secondly, that the writings of the Prophet were sacrosanct and must be respected.”

He paused. “I don’t think I need to say more than that. Neither of us thought that two of you would resist the temptation, so you can settle it amongst yourselves. I don’t care how.”

Ibrahim finally said something. “I….I void my claim to the throne. I want no part of this.” he gestured towards the corpses around them.

“Well then,” Iskandar said, turning and looking at Kadir. “That leaves you as the sultan now.”

Kadir nodded curtly, his expression unchanged.

-----

Two days later


“I know who the man who killed the old sultan is.” Kadir said, his voice as throaty and placed as ever.

Iskandar blinked, both from surprise and exhaustion. He had been roused from his bed by a summons to meet with the new sultan. In all honesty, he should have expected it. In the day and a half since Kadir’s coronation, the young sultan had spoken to him at irregular hours on many different subjects, ranging from the state of the state’s coffers to their diplomatic relations with their neighbors to the extent of their spy network along the eastern border. He’d never said anything about finding the assassin, though, and so he was more than a little surprised to hear that he had somehow found his father’s killer.

“How?” he asked, genuinely curious.

Kadir slid a wide-headed quarrel onto his table, its head covered with dried blood. Some of the blood had been scraped away to reveal a small patch of gold-leaf at the tip of it. Iskandar grunted in surprise. Anyone who could afford to put gold on a quarrel was a rich man indeed. Kadir never broke eye contact with him, and Iskandar glanced away a few seconds later.
“There is one man who kills with a gold-headed quarrel.” Kadir said. “Alexios Francesco Skaramagos.”

“A Greek.” Iskandar said. “I should’ve expected as much.”

“A Pontic Greek killed him.” Kadir said, his voice unwavering. “A Trapezuntine killed him.”

Iskandar nodded again, reading in between the lines. The Trapezuntines and their boy ruler had been marshalling for war in the months before the Golden Horde’s invasion of Kartvelia. He suspected that their aim had not been to defend their ally but to attack them, a suspicion which Suleiman had shared. Killing him would be in line with the Greeks’ typical cowardice, trying to eliminate a skilled general like the sultan would be exactly what they would do before an invasion.

But why the hell would they do it while they were bogged down in the east. For a brief second, he wondered if Kadir had his own father killed, before Kadir distracted him.

“Vizier, I ask that you prepare for war. The Trapezuntines have grievously insulted us and must be dealt with swiftly.”

Iskandar nodded. “War it will be.”
 
So... Kadir DID kill his father, then. He probably is going to be a hell of a tenacious enemy, if he is willing to go to such a lenght.
 
God, Trebizond will have a hard time just fighting the Mongols, but the Karamans are invading them too? The two wars that David has to deal with will be really straining for the new king and Trebizond.
 
The more I read, the more I think the words “Utterly fucked” is more suited for David’s reign. He’s gonna have to deal with a two way invasion against two powerful enemies with highly competent generals and both have superior numbers compared to him. Hes gonna need some powerful luck, skill, and power to survive this.

Also, Ibrahim looks like he’s either going to disappear from history or somehow become very important later on. Here’s to hoping he doesnt die too painfully at least though
 
The more I read, the more I think the words “Utterly fucked” is more suited for David’s reign. He’s gonna have to deal with a two way invasion against two powerful enemies with highly competent generals and both have superior numbers compared to him. Hes gonna need some powerful luck, skill, and power to survive this.

Also, Ibrahim looks like he’s either going to disappear from history or somehow become very important later on. Here’s to hoping he doesnt die too painfully at least though

With him being the only surviving brother of a eunuch sultan and his lack of interest in ruling, I expect him to live a long life.
 
Sigismund the Prussian, who had inherited the titles of Poland Lithuania after Jan Olbracht’s death, proclaimed himself the rightful King of Hungary, Croatia and Serbia

Minor nitpick, but whom did he marry ITTL? IOTL he didn't marry for long, but that's because he had no land to inherit (only his eldest brother Vladislaus was compassionate enough to grant him a few Silesian duchies), so he was not an attractive candidate for marriage (however, he had a long-time mistress and the bastard son by her - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_of_the_Lithuanian_Dukes), but that would change if he's granted Prussia as in your TL, he apparently planned to marry https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catherine_of_Mecklenburg, which would be interesting given her Protestant leanings, however if he sits around the Baltic, than Hohenzollerns might attempt to marry two Hohenzollern brides rejected by his brother - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barbara_of_Brandenburg_(1464–1515) or Dorothea (12 December 1471, Berlin – 13 February 1520, Bamberg), Abbess in Bamberg to Sigismund. His OTL wives are simply no-go - in continuing Hunyadi dynasty Hungary Zapolyas would not rise to such an prominence to even be able to marry one of their scions even to youngest son of reigning monarchs (and his first wife IOTL was a Zapolya) and Bona Sforza was Habsburg proxy, in the reality where Habsburgs are not that powerful, he has zero incentive to marry her.
 

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I don't mean to be rude, but could someone please comment something? I don't want to put two full updates on the same page.
 
Might as well ask this question, although it’s irrelevant right now, and it’s also a personal preference that your don’t have to do, but I’ll ask anyway

Are we ever going to explore Asia again? Especially Ming China, India, and Sengoku Japan?

I’m wondering, if Trebizond adventurers and explorers could make it all the way to Asia, and write chronicles about it (Like this guy IOTL)
 
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