Alternate History Vivat Stilicho!

stevep

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It sounds to me like the rebels made an error in withdrawing so quickly from the 1st battle as they had a good defensive position and were able to do damage with their missile fire. A bit surprised that neither side were using artillery, especially the rebels as they might have had time to bring them and such heavy fire would have done a lot of damage to the imperial defences.

War across the western empire and also the east is helping the loyalists in the west but having to clash with the Avars as well. The Turks are trying to rebuild after so much bloodletting but even with the best of will that will take a long time to be truly effective. Assuming they manage to avoid a major war with any rival in this period. It could be that might make them a real challenge for the Muslims when they drive east.

More conflict in the 'English' lands with another costly internal conflict and it sounds like the Britons might also step in.

In the east it sounds like a sizeable war will follow in Korea and I wonder if the Later Han will not only win against a divided and warring opposition but could decide to try and punish the Japanese for their intervention in 'Chinese' lands. In which case does a divine wind turn up. This could either way be costly for the Han which might win time for the southern kingdoms, provided they don't waste this by infighting. Then there's the potential ticking time bomb of Christianities introduction to the empire. ;)

Furthermore the growing empire in Indo-China is looking to be powerful and possibly long lasting although it could really benefit from a new disruption of the Silk Road as you mention. Mind you the region also supplies a fair amount of the world's spices so they could make a lot of money from that regardless of routes further south.

Anyway interesting and as usual a hell of a lot going on. :)
 

Circle of Willis

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Indeed, though I naturally can't spoil how it'll end I can say the Aetas Turbida will last a while - no brakes on that train for at least a couple more chapters, I certainly wouldn't have added 'Part I' to this recent update's title if I was going to wrap it up anytime soon :sneaky: You can still expect other goings-on such as the war among the English, the brewing Korean conflict and Muhammad beginning to lay claim to prophethood to still make a splash of course, but I think it's fair to say that the Western Roman civil war will be center-stage and taking up much of the word count for the next several chapters.

@WolfBear Not yet, but I probably will include one with the next map update. If not that one, then the one after. Aside from the most obvious religious sea-change inbound this century, I do have a few other shifts in mind whose extent I think a map would help in clarifying.
 

stevep

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Does this TL have a religion map of Europe anywhere? I'd like to see just how far Donatism has spread in this TL.

Not sure if its gotten that far as its been under heavy pressure especially with an hostile state to its south. However its doing better than many of the eastern sects who have by the sound of it been significantly reduced in numbers by the continued success of the empire. We still have Pelagianism in southern Britain but its living on borrowed time even if the western empire was to collapse totally, which seems distinctly unlikely. Although Egypt and Syria have been quiet for a while.
 

WolfBear

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Indeed, though I naturally can't spoil how it'll end I can say the Aetas Turbida will last a while - no brakes on that train for at least a couple more chapters, I certainly wouldn't have added 'Part I' to this recent update's title if I was going to wrap it up anytime soon :sneaky: You can still expect other goings-on such as the war among the English, the brewing Korean conflict and Muhammad beginning to lay claim to prophethood to still make a splash of course, but I think it's fair to say that the Western Roman civil war will be center-stage and taking up much of the word count for the next several chapters.

@WolfBear Not yet, but I probably will include one with the next map update. If not that one, then the one after. Aside from the most obvious religious sea-change inbound this century, I do have a few other shifts in mind whose extent I think a map would help in clarifying.

I'm surprised that butterflies didn't prevent Muhammad's existence here. Or is it a different person from real life's Muhammad?
 

Circle of Willis

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I'm surprised that butterflies didn't prevent Muhammad's existence here. Or is it a different person from real life's Muhammad?
At the outset of writing this timeline, I imposed a butterfly net until 500 AD - that is, I had decided while certain historical figures who were born in or before that year like Majorian, Saint Benedict and Belisarius could still exist (albeit with dwindling frequency over time), no historical figure would be born in 501 and later. I did however carve out three exceptions, of whom Muhammad's the first: all are major religious figures from OTL and I have plans for each, also dating back to the very beginning of when I started putting this TL's outline to paper (or a Word document, technically).

That said, you can still expect the religion he founds to look different from ITL of course. We're about to revisit Muhammad ibn Abdullah in one or two chapters since his first revelation is coming up, let's just say there will be a very noticeable change in the details around him that will have a significant effect on Islam's future...
 

stevep

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At the outset of writing this timeline, I imposed a butterfly net until 500 AD - that is, I had decided while certain historical figures who were born in or before that year like Majorian, Saint Benedict and Belisarius could still exist (albeit with dwindling frequency over time), no historical figure would be born in 501 and later. I did however carve out three exceptions, of whom Muhammad's the first: all are major religious figures from OTL and I have plans for each, also dating back to the very beginning of when I started putting this TL's outline to paper (or a Word document, technically).

That said, you can still expect the religion he founds to look different from ITL of course. We're about to revisit Muhammad ibn Abdullah in one or two chapters since his first revelation is coming up, let's just say there will be a very noticeable change in the details around him that will have a significant effect on Islam's future...

Now that sounds interesting.
 
607-610: Aetas Turbida, Part II

Circle of Willis

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607 saw continued movement on all fronts of the Western Roman civil war, with the results generally favoring the sons of Florianus. The heaviest fighting occurred in Dalmatia, where Constantine sought to push on toward the Ostrogoth seat of power at Aquileia and also seize Ravenna, where Otho II had first begun his campaign to usurp the purple. In this, the young pretender might have made more progress against King Viderichus’ sons were it not for the continued Avar attacks in his rear – which by mid-year threatened Thessalonica – forcing him to detach elements of his army eastward to shore up his Macedonian garrisons, which were contained to their cities and forts while Dulo Khagan rampaged across the countryside. Ultimately he ended up asking his father-in-law the Eastern Augustus to send more Eastern Roman reinforcements to defend the Balkan provinces, which Arcadius proved awfully happy to do.

After the Avar assault was blunted by a large Eastern Roman army under their Caesar Leo in the Battle of Scupi in July, Constantine felt sufficiently confident to keep pushing westward in strength. He met the Amaling princes in the Battle of Burnum[1] at the start of September, and there overcame them – with his greater numbers he was able to use his heavier Roman infantry to fix the Goths defending the crossings of the nearby Corcoras[2] in place, while his Slavs and the ultra-heavy clibanarii cavalry Arcadius had loaned him crossed at an unguarded ford further upriver and outflanked the Othonian army. The younger Ostrogoth prince Theodemir was one of the casualties of the bloody rout which followed – struck down by Constantine’s own hand – and Viderichus felt compelled to march to the defense of his kingdom as a consequence of this defeat.

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The Eastern Roman heavy cavalry loaned to Constantine smashing through the Italo-Roman legionaries among the Othonian infantry in the Battle of Burnum

The Othonian magister militum’s decision to leave Italy was a perilous one, as Iaunas had gone on the offensive once again starting in May. Bolstered by local recruits raised across southwestern Italy in the preceding winter & spring months, the Florianic magister militum now went on his own warpath across central Italy and this time defeated the forces Otho sent out of Rome to challenge him at Beneventum and Luceria[3]. By the time Viderichus had left Italy to challenge Constantine in Dalmatia, the Africans had occupied Praeneste (well within striking distance of Rome itself) and there was sufficient fear within the Othonian camp that Iaunas could just walk into Rome with the aid of Florianic partisans within the walls, that Otho continued to concentrate a large number of troops within the Eternal City (allowing Iaunas’s men to push as far as Interamna[4] by the year’s end with little contest) and remained present there himself.

In Hispania, Venantius arrived at Cartago Nova in time to rally what remained of his slain middle brother’s forces and prevent the complete collapse of the Florianic position in the peninsula. He turned back the onslaught of Teutobaudes and the Balthing brothers in the Battle of Hispalis early in the year, where his Moorish horse-archers proved too formidable a foe for even the heavy Gallo-Roman cavalry under the former’s direction, then fought further fierce battles at Corduba and Aurgi[5] to safeguard his family’s hold on the southern rim of the Iberian Peninsula. In this campaign the prince was assisted not only by his able African lieutenants and the survivors of Constans’ command staff but also by the attacks of the faithful Celtiberians and Aquitani in the north, which at last became too grave for the Visigoths and their allies to ignore. Although Vismaro was finally confronted in force and defeated by Theodoric right before he could take the Baurg, the distraction he’d provided had bought Venantius critical time and set up the latter’s victory over Teutobaudes & Liuveric at the Battle of Aurgi late in the year.

While the Western Roman civil war may still be far from a conclusion, the war between the Anglo-Saxon cousins on the edge of the Roman world was fast approaching its climax this year. Æþelhere had bet on forcing a major battle in order to create the circumstances for a favorable peace settlement before the Romano-Britons entered the conflict, and he seemed to have gotten his chance at Stocctun[6] where the junior Raedwaldings had marched to meet his challenge. The battle which followed at first appeared as though it would follow the same course as their earlier clash at Dunholm, where Æþelhere had been soundly defeated: the North Angle shield-wall stood its ground in the face of withering fire from his Cambrian archers and an infantry assault, then pursued the latter after they retreated in failure. But this time Æþelhere was ready and even counting on such an outcome, having amassed a strong reserve (including his more numerous cavalry) and springing a counterattack involving these fresh forces once the overconfident North Angles were out of formation and thought they had won the day.

Thus did the Battle of Stocctun end in a victory for Æþelhere and the South Angles, whose counter-charge caught their opponents off-guard and swept them from the field. Eadwald of Bernicia survived the disaster, but Eadberht of Deira and his oldest son Eadmer had been among the most reckless pursuers of the retreating South Angle infantry and were consequently among the first to be fall before Æþelhere’s sudden counterattack. Æþelhere for his part chased the defeated Eadwald to Dunholm before offering terms, fearing that assaulting the town would cost him so many lives as to compromise his chances of fending off a Romano-British attack and a protracted siege would take too much time: Deira was essentially to be partitioned between Bernicia and South Anglia, with the former incorporating Dunholm and the lands beyond it while the greater share of the fallen kingdom (including Eoforwic) was to be absorbed by the latter.

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King Eadberht of Deira unwisely exhorting his disorganized men to push on against the South Angle reserve's counterattack shortly before his death on one of the latter's spears

Eadwald was not confident that his remaining troops could carry on the war and was himself concerned that the Picts or Gaels of Dál Riata might attack him in this moment of vulnerability, so he took the deal and installed his remaining underage nephew Eadhelm as the nominal lord, or ealdorman[7], of Dunholm. He himself would now reign as king of a consolidated and truncated North Angle kingdom, solidifying the ties between Bernicia and Deira by further arranging his own son Eadwig’s marriage to Eadhelm’s sister Eadhburh (as they were first cousins, Eadwald had to donate a sum of gold and build a monastery on the island of Lindisfarena[7] to secure a Papal dispensation for the match), while Æþelhere extended the South Angles’ reach up to the Vedra[8] and affirmed his kingdom as the mightier of the Anglo-Saxon realms. Though he was not able to completely conquer Deira, much less reunify the Anglo-Saxons under his leadership, the king in Tomtun did also achieve this limited victory quickly enough to dissuade Artorius from attacking his southern underbelly, and toward the end of the year they feasted at a royal lodge near Undulana[9] as if nothing had happened between them.

In the distant East, Emperor Yang continued his preparations for the invasion of Baekje, steadily assembling an army of as many as 180,000 soldiers for the task (to be further joined by his Goguryeo allies and whatever insurgents Geumryun of Silla could muster) over the course of 607. Heon of Baekje did try to negotiate with Yang, asking what he could possibly do to reach an accommodation with the Huangdi, but had been informed that he would need to give Geumryun his kingdom back as a starting point for any peace settlement. This was something he was absolutely unwilling to do after all the centuries of warfare between their kingdoms and the resources he had sunk into conquering Silla in the first place, so the countdown to the Chinese expedition was irreversibly set.

The talks having broken down in the spring, King Heon was finally able to get through to the Japanese regents and persuade them to begin making preparations of their own. Alas it was too little, too late – and even if they had started earlier, Yamanoue no Mahito & Kose no Kamatari certainly had no chance of raising enough troops to match the Later Han’s overwhelming numerical advantage man-to-man, not with the gōzoku system in place: few among the Yamato lords were particularly interested in returning to Korea to fight what they assumed would be a suicidal struggle against China. Thus aside from praying for a miracle or fifty, Heon spared no expense in improving his fortifications and recruiting additional soldiers of his own in a desperate bid to improve his chances for the war to come.

Where 607 had been a year which favored the sons of Florianus, 608 marked a shift in the tides of war. Once again the largest and most important battles were being fought in Dalmatia, where Viderichus of the Ostrogoths and his remaining sons were moving to confront Constantine head-on as the latter drew near to Aquileia. The Gothic king had brought a large number of reinforcements out of the peninsula with him, nearly emptying the cities of northern Italy (especially Ravenna) of their garrisons in the process, and coupled with the troops Prince Theodoric already had the Amalings would be fielding a formidable host of 28,000 for the battles to come in the summer months. On the other hand, Constantine had at his back a slightly smaller force of 24,000 – a mix of Eastern Romans, Sclaveni federates and new recruits raised from the loyalists of Macedonia, Moesia and Dalmatia – which had been whittled down somewhat from earlier battles and skirmishes with the Othonians.

First the vanguards of both armies met at the Battle of Fons Timavi[10], where Theodoric was defeated by the Carantanian heir Valuk: he retreated after losing a thousand men in the clash, while the Florianic force had sustained only a fifth as many casualties. This victory allowed Constantine to progress toward Aquileia itself, where Viderichus was waiting with his full strength. In the battle which followed, Constantine initially had the advantage, as his heavy Eastern cavalry crunched through their Gothic counterparts (in the process killing the latter’s commander Geberich, another son of Viderichus) and Roman infantry wedges pierced gaps in the Othonian shield-wall at the same time that those victorious horsemen fell on their flanks. The imperial pretender sent his Slavs through these gaps and believed his decisive victory over his usurping uncle’s chief lackey was now imminent.

However, Viderichus had taken advantage of his greater numbers to maintain a large reserve, and personally led those men into the fray at this critical juncture. His counterattack was further aided by the Othonian crossbowmen and archers under his son’s command, who had holed up behind an array of crude breastworks thrown up specifically to better protect the approach to Aquileia in case their front lines were breached, and together they drove the Florianic troops back in a vicious clash. Seeing that his weary and increasingly dispirited soldiers were beginning to falter before the fresher Othonian reserve, Constantine tried to turn the battle around by charging into the fray himself, backed up by his candidati bodyguards and the various Slavic princes with him (who brought their own retinues).

Soon enough the Stilichian heir reached and slew Viderichus: though the Ostrogoth king was a much more experienced combatant, he was also much older, and unlike their troops he was the one worn out from earlier fighting while Constantine was still full of energy. However, almost immediately after his victorious duel Constantine was himself slain by a barrage of Othonian bolts and arrows – Theodoric had seen the Stilichian imperial standard closing in on his father’s position and, either not knowing or caring about the risk to Viderichus, ordered the men under his command to concentrate their fire on it. Valuk of Carantania, the younger Horite princeling Seslav Radimirović, and the Dulebian Prince Beloslav as well as his nephew Gostevid were killed, either by the same missiles that felled their overlord or in the sustained Ostrogoth counterattack which followed. The Battle of Aquileia had been costly for both sides – 6,000 Othonians and 7,000 Florianists had fallen when nightfall compelled the former to break off their pursuit – but it was unmistakably a victory for the usurper’s faction, and especially for Theodoric personally as he both avenged his brothers and succeeded his father Viderichus without actually being responsible for the latter’s death (if only barely).

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Constantine and his comitatus immediately before their deaths. Valuk of Carantania can be seen trying to hand him a new shield as Theodoric's arrows descend upon them, while Gostevid the Dulebian holds the Ostrogothic royal standard (freshly pried from the cold dead hands of Viderichus' standard-bearer) behind both and Seslav the Croat stands to Constantine's right

News of the Battle of Aquileia came as a welcome relief to Otho himself, who had been engaged in a stand-off before Rome itself with Iaunas for much of 608’s first half. The many Othonian troops present in the Eternal City – in fact they represented Otho’s largest force-concentration besides the field army with which Viderichus and Theodoric were confronting Constantine in Dalmatia – had not only deterred Iaunas from storming Rome, but also kept pro-Florianic elements within the city well under control. After he himself had received the bad news and a pro-Florianic riot ended with the mob being massacred by Otho’s legionaries before they could come close to prying the Porta Tiburtina[11] open, the discouraged Iaunas fell back to Praeneste: his defeat in the Saharan sands had made him a much more cautious and risk-averse leader, one who certainly would not test Rome’s defenses without Constantine around to aid him. Reinforcements dispatched by the victorious Theodoric further aided Otho in not only fending off an attempt by Iaunas to opportunistically seize lightly-garrisoned Ravenna later in the year, but also in retaking several cities along Italy’s eastern seashore from the African Roman army.

Only in Hispania did the Florianic faction still enjoy any significant success in this year. As the last of the sons of Florianus still standing, it fell to Venantius to take up his side of the family’s claim to the purple, and he continued to bitterly hold out against the attacks of the numerically superior Visigoths and Franks throughout this year. Aided by a renewed Celtiberian attack from the north, Venantius even managed to mount a large-scale offensive in the western reaches of the peninsula: further affixing Liuveric and Teutobaudes’ attention onto Toletum with a feint in that city’s direction, the new claimant reclaimed Emerita Augusta from its depleted rebel garrison and swept through Lusitania in the summer and autumn months, linking up with the Celtiberians of Vismaro and scoring the only major Florianic victory this year in the Battle of Aeminium[12] to secure his gains.

In the east, Otho took advantage of his eldest nephew’s demise in the Battle of Aquileia to send out peace feelers to Constantinople, offering to formally cede the dioceses of Dacia, Macedonia and Achaea back to the Eastern Empire (once again) in exchange for their recognition of him as the Western Emperor. Although the Eastern Caesar Leo counseled his father against taking this deal, believing it to be dishonorable and victory against Otho to still be feasible, Arcadius II ultimately fell to the temptation to restore the pre-Stilicho and pre-Sabbatius borders of the two empires – he had been thinking of taking these dioceses back as ‘payment’ even if Constantine had won anyway – and his son reluctantly went along with his commands.

Arcadius also arranged the betrothal of his grandson, ironically similarly named Constantine, to the late Western Constantine’s daughter Verina. Since the two were not only extremely young but also first cousins, their match required a dispensation from Pope Lucretius, who duly provided it at Otho’s request. Lucius, the Pope recognized by the Florianic faction, did not give his approval, and was further supported in this matter by Patriarch Firmus of Carthage just as Gennadius II of Constantinople backed Lucretius at Arcadius’ order. By the end of 608 Carthage and Constantinople had excommunicated each other, ostensibly over the Carthaginian Patriarchate’s insistence on using unleavened bread for the Eucharist (whereas the Eastern Heptarchs forbade doing so), but it was quite obvious to all involved that this conflict was chiefly political; notably only Lucretius joined the Constantinopolitan Patriarchate while Cyril II of Antioch, John IV of Jerusalem, Theodosius II of Alexandria and Yahballaha of Babylon all sat this clash out, despite Arcadius pressuring them to follow Gennadius’ lead.

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A portrait of the fallen Western Caesar Constantine and his Eastern counterpart & friend Leo under the gaze of Christ, painted in (or to depict) the happier days of their youth

Since the recaptured cities and forts of the eastern provinces were already garrisoned by Eastern Roman troops at the late Constantine’s invitation, their handover to the East was more a matter of formality, much to the frustration of Venantius. This Eastern Roman betrayal of the Florianic cause and seizure of the Balkan dioceses also made them into the Avars’ primary enemy, as Dulo Khagan remained fixated on pushing southward from Moesia while limiting his attacks into the less wealthy Dalmatian territories to raids on the Slavic federates’ homelands. In the confusion following the Eastern Romans’ withdrawal from Dalmatia and before they could fully consolidate control over Macedonia, the Avars made significant progress toward Thessalonica, but were turned back in a wintertime battle before the city itself by Leo.

Further still in the direction of the rising Sun, the Later Han made their move this year. Emperor Yang did not actually strike the first blow – a panicking Heon of Baekje did that, leading a 20,000-strong army over the Imjin and into Goguryeo territory to pre-emptively secure the northern riverbanks before his opponents could storm over it. As it were, the Baekje army proved incapable of stopping the Sino-Goguryeo host from doing just that once they got going: in the ‘Battle’ of Yonan Heon ended up retreating in a hurry before the 200,000-strong combined army of his enemies, only engaging in limited skirmishes to cover his withdrawal, and although he again changed his mind and attempted to make a stand on the Imjin River itself a few days later the terrain advantage did him little good against such overwhelming strength.

Since he fielded ten times his opponent’s number, it was trivial for Emperor Yang to fix the much smaller Baekje army in place with a 50,000-man detachment while the rest of his army crossed the Imjin further upriver. Seeing that he had been outmaneuvered, Heon again attempted to withdraw but was intercepted and defeated by the Chinese & Goguryeo cavalry at the Battle of Panmunjeom, where just the allied horse outnumbered the entire Baekje army by 2:1 – and, after routing and further mauling their opposition, would outnumber them by almost 4:1, having halved Heon’s fighting strength in their victory. Due to these heavy losses Heon did not even have enough men left to effectively garrison his fortresses, forcing him to rely on many thousands of poorly-trained and equipped peasants conscripts to do that job instead.

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Emperor Yang of Later Han leads his vastly superior army to crush the faltering Baekje forces at the Battle of Panmunjeom

These weak and unreliable troops proved incapable of resisting the Chinese siege engines and numbers, and by the time Kose and Yamanoue were able to land at the small port of Mulahye-gun[13] with 22,000 reinforcements late in the year, there wasn’t much of Baekje left to save. Indeed, Yang had actually already overrun the entirety of Silla’s old territory in the southeast of the peninsula and installed Geumryun in his ancestral capital of Seorabeol[14], and the irresolute Heon was about ready to capitulate. However, though he tried to tell the Japanese regents that it was impossible for them to defeat Yang with the modest host they had brought over the sea, they insisted that he keep fighting anyway since it would have been an unacceptable blow to their honor to expend so much gold and rice to raise this army, only to then go home in defeat without even fighting at all. Accordingly plans were drawn up for a counterattack aimed at the Chinese host now encircling Baekje in the Korean peninsula’s southwestern corner sometime in the early winter of 609, no matter that this course of action may have erased the line between bravery and suicidal foolhardiness altogether.

609 continued the trend of Othonian victories, though none were as important as last year’s Battle of Aquileia. In the north Theodoric II of the Ostrogoths, who had been designated his father’s successor not only as king over their people but also as the Othonian faction’s magister militum, sought to press his advantage against his badly bloodied Sclaveni rivals (now also abandoned by the Eastern Romans), but was limited by Otho II’s own demands for more troops with which to mount a push in central & southern Italy: the usurper thought the Sclaveni were broken beyond hope of recovery after Aquileia, and could be disposed of at his leisure later. Nevertheless Theodoric was able to capture the Carantanian and Horite capitals at Ljubljana (as the former called the town they had built next to the partially-resettled Illyro-Roman city of Emona) and Zagrab, respectively, and kill the Carantanian Prince Borut as the latter fought to buy his kin and people time to evacuate eastward; but evacuate eastward they did, with the Carantanian and Horite royal courts fortifying themselves in Ceľe and Brod[15], which the Romans still called Celaia and Marsonia.

To continue applying pressure to the Sclaveni even as he called the Ostrogoths away, Otho found an unorthodox ally in the Iazyges to the far north, who he promised protection from both the Avars and the Arbogastings if they would but lend him their help. The new Sarmatic king Rathagôsos agreed and led 13,000 warriors over the western Carpathians to assail the Dulebes, the only Sclaveni principality which Theodoric had been unable to reach, and drove them toward their core fortified towns around Lake Pelso. Beloslav’s son Vidogost had ruled the Dulebian principality for barely a year before being fatally injured while trying to hold back the Iazyges advance at the Battle of Arrabona[16], though his young son and successor Blahoslav managed to do so more successfully in a great cavalry melee outside Municipium Mogetiana[17] toward the end of the year.

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Prince Vidogost of the Dulebes meets the Iazyges in battle near Arrabona

It was in Italy that Otho dedicated most of his efforts, even dragging Theodoric II (who would privately grumble that he was a far more adroit political schemer than a military strategist) back to his side for the great push against Iaunas. In mid-summer the combined Romano-Gothic forces drove Iaunas out of Praeneste, removing the immediate threat to Rome, and over the later summer and first autumn months they slowly but surely evicted the Africans from central Italy, retaking other cities and towns such as Sulmo[18] and Luceria as they went. Their greatest prize was Capua, which Otho retook with the use of siege engines constructed in Rome and Ravenna. However Iaunas’ retreat had been a methodical one, designed to delay and whittle down the Othonian forces while he concentrated his own and reinforcements from Africa & the Mediterranean islands (particularly Sardinia) continued to land in the southern ports he controlled, and in October the Thevestian king brought his enemies’ advance to a crashing halt in the Battle of Beneventum, where his Moorish horse-archers outmaneuvered Otho’s crossbowmen and the superior African cavalry put their counterparts to flight before mauling the Othonian army in its retreat.

In Hispania the Gallic and Visigothic forces amassed under Teutobaudes and Liuveric resumed their advance, this time targeting the cities of southeastern Hispania while Liuveric’s brother Theodoric (not to be confused with the new Ostrogoth king) was placed in command of a secondary army to contain Venantius and Vismaro in the west. In this again they had considerable success, rooting out the Florianic opposition from Valentia[19] down to Carthago Nova and Illiberris[20] over the course of 609. However, two developments which boosted Venantius' flagging cause occurred this year, which otherwise was one in which they lost much ground: first, after months of skirmishing and stalemate he won a smashing victory over Theodoric the Balthing in the Battle of Aquae Flaviae[21], where the Gothic prince fell from the town’s Trajan-era bridge and drowned in the Tamaca[22] during his retreat, and secondly cracks began to emerge within the Othonian coalition – Teutobaudes resented being passed over for the office of magister utriusque militiae yet again, as well as Otho’s arrangement of an alliance with the Iazyges who had long troubled the northern marches behind his back.

East of Rome, the Eastern Caesar Leo and his legions continued to engage the Avars in a back-and-forth with few dramatic developments this year. The same could not be said of the Later Han on the other end of the Eurasian landmass, where 609 began with a dramatic Baekje-Yamato assault on the Chinese lines encircling southwestern Korea. Though comically outnumbered – the allies had assembled a total of 32,000 troops against 150,000 Chinese, Goguryeo and Silla soldiers – Kose no Kamatari and Yamanoue no Mahito did enjoy the element of surprise when they launched their attack on January 4: Emperor Yang was confident in his position of overwhelming strength and had been told to expect an imminent Baekje surrender in the last months of 608, and so not only were many of his men not ready for the sudden enemy attack, but he himself had encamped close to the front lines.

The aggressive allied offensive broke through those Chinese front lines and threatened the Huangdi himself, temporarily cutting his camp off from the rest of the Han army. But although this development came as a very unwelcome surprise to Yang, he quickly regained his nerve and held out long enough for his reinforcements to enter the battlefield, burying the determination and ferocity of the Baekje and Japanese attackers beneath the crushing weight of their numbers and superior technology (namely the Chinese crossbow, against which neither had any answer). In their last moments the regents assailed Yang’s own position after he emerged from his tent to rally the troops defending the imperial camp: but even in that they were ultimately unsuccessful, Kose being shot to death by a troop of crossbowmen while Yamanoue did actually manage to reach Yang and engage him in a duel amid the snows, only for Yang to hold him off long enough for a spear-armed bodyguard to come to his aid and kill the Japanese warlord with a blow from behind. Heon surrendered on January 9, a day after the deaths of his allies, only to be executed by Yang for starting this war and supposedly misleading him about the peace talks (although he certainly would have committed to negotiating his surrender if the Yamato had not come) anyway.

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Yamanoue no Mahito's frantic charge toward Emperor Yang after the latter exposed himself to rally his surprised troops

The Honam Offensive, as this audacious but ultimately failed gambit came to be known, had ended in an unmitigated disaster for the allies, whose army was effectively destroyed by the Han and their own allies shortly after the fall of the Yamato regents. The regents’ reliance on their own families’ estates to raise their army also crippled their own clans through the extensive losses incurred among their adult male relatives in the catastrophe. A rump Baekje did continue to linger, but now as a Chinese puppet – Yang had most of Heon’s household massacred or sold into slavery save for an infant granddaughter named Inwon, who he installed as a puppet queen and whose marriage to Geumryun’s considerably older son Beopheung he arranged. This was intended as a further reward for his primary client in Korea, with the understanding that Silla should absorb what little remained of Baekje in the future through this match.

In Japan itself, the regents’ disastrous failure was the Tennō’s opportunity. For many years Yōmei had been overlooked, a sickly prisoner in the gilded cage that was his court who even needed constant assistance to ride a horse; but the death of the Ōomi and most of their ardent followers among the aristocracy on the battlefields of southwestern Korea created a power vacuum which he was quick to take advantage of. He sacked those ministers of theirs who were still present in the ranks of his government, replaced them with his own kinsmen or servants, and proclaimed that once more the Emperor of Japan could and would rule in his own right; though, mindful of how his father Heijō’s overly heavy-handed and tyrannical ways had created the circumstances for his downfall, Yōmei also only executed those pro-Kose & Yamanoue figures whose loyalty he suspected were too strong, or who had abused their office and thus whose deaths would be met with celebration by the people. As a ruler in his own right, Yōmei’s first move was to dispossess the Kose and Yamanoue remnants of nearly all their estates: in an odd mirror to the reforms of the Stilichians far to the west (not that Yōmei could have possibly known this), the land was divided into lots and redistributed to the common families already living on them, creating a class of smallholders loyal to the new regime.

In comparison to the preceding years, 610 was a year mercifully free of large battles – at least in the western reaches of the Roman world – as both the Othonian and Florianic factions sought to rest and rebuild their armies after so many thousands of soldiers and multiple royal & imperial personages on both sides had perished in the clashes of 606-609. Two of the few major battles of 610 were fought between the Iazyges and Dulebes, with the latter aided by a small Carantanian contingent and Roman remnants of Constantine’s and Florianus’ army; at the Battle of Caesariana[23] Rathagôsos’ renewed push on Lake Pelso was foiled by Blahoslav’s reinforced host, and at the Battle of the Arrabo[24] the Dulebes followed through with a counterattack which forced the Iazyges back, further away from the great lake. Rathagôsos blamed his defeats on the failure of the Lombards and Bavarians to assist him, for both had been reluctant to lend the Iazyges a hand after nearly two centuries of endemic raiding and skirmishing between their peoples.

Aside from the battles in Pannonia, Otho also mounted an additional push against Iaunas in south-central Italy but was again repulsed, this time in the Battle of Atella[25]. Iaunas in turn counterattacked, recapturing Aesernia[26] but having his own main thrust on Rome thwarted in the Battle of Caieta[27]. Venantius attempted his own offensive in Hispania with Vismaro’s support but failed to make much headway against the larger armies of Teutobaudes and Liuveric, who forced him to break off his attack and retreat in the Battle of Malaca[28], where Liuveric and Vismaro slew one another as the former tried to pursue the withdrawing Florianic army: following this, he decided to wait for his mother to send him additional reinforcements, which she was trying to cajole out of the Berber tribes of Mauretania Tingitana, even as Teutobaudes was summoning additional Germanic warriors (mostly Lombards, Bavarians and Thuringians who would otherwise have no excuse to avoid helping the Iazyges) to join him.

However, although his faction may have barely made any progress on the martial side of things, a few more political developments which benefited Venantius did occur this year. Firstly tensions between the Blues and Greens continued to mount, accelerated not only by the various Teutonic federates’ failure (or refusal) to help the Iazyges and by extension Otho’s plans for Pannonia & Dalmatia, but also by the death of Julianus’ Blue wife Renata shortly after giving birth to their son Liberius in August of this year. To paper over this crack, Otho deigned to marry his younger daughter Theodosia to Teutobaudes’ eldest son Aloysius, though as the former was twelve and the latter was eleven as of 610 it would still take some years for them to consummate the marriage.

Secondly, Liuveric of the Visigoths had left behind an underage heir in Hermenegild II. With his brother Theodoric the Balthing having predeceased him, the Visigothic nobility and clergy sought to assemble a regency council to support the boy’s mother Leodegundis in stewarding the realm, but Theodoric II pressed for their Thing to make him regent instead – on the basis of the kinship between the Amalings and Balthings, Visigoths and Ostrogoths, for he was Liuveric’s cousin through his aunt Matasuintha, and was backed in his demand by Otho II. Venantius noted these developments while in the middle of re-affirming his agreements with Vismaro with the latter’s successor Antaro, and at his mother’s suggestion, decided it would be worthwhile to try prying the Visigoths and Blues away from the Greens.

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Theodoric II of the Ostrogoths receiving a Visigoth delegation. He will offer them not only his condolences on the death of their king (and his cousin) Liuveric, but also insist that he be made regent over the latter's successor, placing the Ostrogoths in a position of supremacy over their kindred and (he hopes) setting up the reunification of the Goths in the future

To the east of Dalmatia, Leo was making slow but steady progress in evicting the Avars from the Diocese of Dacia, starting with the province of Dardania. By the year’s end Eastern Roman forces had secured Ulpiana and Tauresium[28], and were also besieging Serdica where a substantial garrison of Avars, Gepids and pro-Avar Sclaveni had entrenched themselves. Determined to not have his gains rolled back so quickly, Dulo Khagan opened a second front by attacking across the lower-most banks of the Danube into Thrace with a secondary army of 20,000, overrunning the provinces of Moesia Secunda and Scythia in short order and sending large numbers of refugees – Greek, Thraco-Roman and Slav alike – flooding into southern Thrace as winter descended upon the land.

Well south of the two embattled Roman Empires, a certain man had a religious experience which would affect not only himself, but many nations in the future. While meditating in the cave of Hira in a mountain overlooking Mecca, Muhammad ibn Abdullah reportedly received a visit from the archangel Gabriel, considered by Jews to have helped the prophet Daniel interpret his visions and by Christians to have been the angel who appeared to the Virgin Mary to announce that God had chosen her to conceive and bear Jesus. As Muhammad would later explain to his wife and then his wife’s cousin Waraqah, Gabriel had embraced him, though his illiteracy kept him from fully understanding the angel’s message.

Waraqah in turn convinced him that the apparition was a sign that God had chosen him as a new prophet, and warned that he may soon be treated with hostility by the other Meccans just as many past prophets were hated in their homelands. Over the next few years, Muhammad would grow more confident in his prophethood thanks to additional revelations on the Jabal an-Nour (‘Mountain of Light’, as he called the mountain in which Hira was located) and his family’s support – indeed they were the first to hear his message, his first converts, and among his most zealous disciples. Of these the most important were naturally his wife Khadijah and their then-twelve-year-old son Qasim, for whom Muhammad came to receive the kunya[30] ‘Abu al-Qasim’.

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The entrance to the cave of Hira, where Muhammad was said to have been visited by the angel Gabriel (or in Arabic, Jibril)

Venantius was not the only emperor (or at least, imperial claimant) who had the good fortune to have his enemies’ greed and growing infighting to extract him from a difficult situation in 610. While bringing his armies out of Korea, Emperor Yang was pleased to note that the Southern Chinese alliance against him had fractured, just as he had planned: without an imminent Later Han invasion to worry about, tensions between Chu and Cheng had escalated to the point where the former launched an attack on the latter to regain territory lost in previous decades, while the Minyue did not intervene and instead further fortified themselves within their mountains. Yang was content to let Chu and Cheng bleed each other some more before moving in to crush the victor, resting and rebuilding his own forces in the meantime.

Over the sea, the Tennō Yōmei continued his reforms to enhance imperial authority. Emperor Yang had demanded of him tribute, and with the Japanese army destroyed in the Honam Offensive he’d had little choice but to agree, even as the Chinese further insulted him by referring to him as a mere ‘King’ of the Yamato. Becoming a tributary meant restoring trade relations with the Later Han however, and with that trade came the wealth and ideas with which Yōmei sought to turn Japan into a power capable of shaking off the Chinese yoke in the future. For now he still moved gradually, careful not to antagonize his magnates into overthrowing him as they did his father.

This year, that meant establishing a robust central administrative apparatus divided into two ministries – the Jingi-kan or ‘Department of Divinities’, which governed Shinto clergy and ritual practices in a mirror of the Chinese Ministry of Ceremonies & Rites, and the Daijō-kan or ‘State Department’, an outgrowth of the imperial privy council which was further divided into lesser departments responsible for matters of state, such as enforcing imperial justice or leading and funding the military. To staff these ministries, Yōmei exclusively recruited from the Yamato clan and the most promising ranks of that class of free smallholders he had created the year before: ancestors of the kuge, or the Japanese court nobility of better times. In so doing the Emperor also solidified two Japanese traditions: first a habit of copying and creating indigenized versions of foreign practices to catch up with and hopefully eventually surpass more advanced foreign powers, and secondly Japan’s own variation of dynastic cycles – where China was prone to violently falling apart and being reunified by dynasties which would then prosper for a time before declining and resetting the cycle, Japan went through cycles of imperial governments where the Emperors ruled alone and concentrated on inward development & protecting the Home Isles, followed by military governments focused on interventionism or outward expansion beyond Japanese waters like that of the fallen Kose and Yamanoue.

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Emperor Yōmei is confronted with the sight of a spirited bureaucratic dispute in the Daijō-kan between a freeman recruited from the provinces and one of his kinsman

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[1] Near Kistanje.

[2] Krka River.

[3] Lucera.

[4] Teramo.

[5] Jaén.

[6] Stockton-on-Tees.

[7] Lindisfarne.

[8] The River Wear.

[9] Oundle.

[10] Near Duino.

[11] Now also known as the Porta San Lorenzo.

[12] Coimbra.

[13] Mokpo.

[14] Gyeongju.

[15] Slavonski Brod.

[16] Győr.

[17] Somlóvásárhely.

[18 Sulmona.

[19] Valencia.

[20] Granada.

[21] Chaves.

[22] The Tâmega River.

[23] Baláca.

[24] The Rába River.

[25] Near Aversa.

[26] Isernia.

[27] Gaeta.

[28] Málaga.

[29] Gradište.

[30] A teknonymic nickname (derived from a parent’s child) in Arabic.
 
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stevep

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So the eastern empire has a period of peace and regains a large chunk of the Balkans at minimal cost while the western empire is embroiled in a continued civil war. This seems like a good recipe for the eastern dynasty to 'reclaim' the western empire at some point not too far in the future, or at least attempt to.

At the same time we're had the 1st noticeable split in the Ephesian church, although it might not last long. On the other hand since the primary break-away is the African church which is loyal to the old dynasty I wonder if its going to diverge until it ends up coming under Muslim control.

If Mohamad has a son to survive and inherit from him that could avoid the period of disorder and internal conflict immediately after his death so the surge from the desert could come a bit earlier. Whether this will mean you will have an imperial dynasty established as the Caliphate - or a similar role could be interesting. It could however prompt problems later on.

Northern England is seeing the Saxons reduced but not totally conquered by their southern Angle neighbours but both could have problems ahead with their neighbours. I wonder if the Britons, with the western empire bogged down in its civil war might try a new conflict with the Angles to try and secure their dominance but that could be costly for them if it backfires. Either way the kingdoms really need to get their act together if they want to retain any independence from the empire when it reforms and of course in the more distant future they will have problems from the east.

Later Han looks very powerful at this point but things could change quickly with the sudden death of the emperor. However Emperor Yang is playing a skilled game with a very powerful hand so the odds are that his empire will end the period of division.
 

PsihoKekec

Swashbuckling Accountant
I don't think ERE has any chance of absorbing WRE, this only means that the goodwill between the two sides, built over long time is gone. ERE now has to fight Avars and later it will have a deathmatch with Turks, followed by whatever will come out of the Arab penisula.

I don't know if I missed it so far, but does the emperor Yang have a heir?
 

Circle of Willis

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Indeed - Arcadius' greed has just ruined the positive relations cultivated by previous emperors on both sides of the East-West line since the Stilichians helped install Sabbatius on the Eastern throne a century ago. It's not necessarily impossible to rebuild (after all, the two Romes fought each other quite a bit in the 5th century prior to that point) but if Otho doesn't win, the East would definitely have to make a lot of concessions to the West to regain the latter's trust after this betrayal. Their alternatives would be trying to plant their own candidate on the Western throne or conquering the West outright, both of which are expensive strategies and unlikely to be something they can afford to do between the Avars hammering them now, Heshana's Turks continuing to rebuild their strength, and the crescent moon beginning to arise in Arabia...

Speaking of which, Muhammad having a son that sticks around is that 'very noticeable detail' I mentioned before that will be very important for the development of Islam going forward. Historically he actually had several, but they all died in infancy, so after he died his succession was contested between his son-in-law Ali and his father-in-law Abu Bakr, with the latter being elected under controversial circumstances. But a male heir would be an obvious candidate to succeed, unlike a female (or female-line claimant, ie. Ali and his descendants) so unless Qasim ibn Muhammad turns out to be a complete wreck of a man, as you say Islam will almost certainly avoid its early fitnas, at least as we remember them. And while some sort of schism is likely if their border still balloon outward, it definitely won't be the exact same Sunni-Shia split that happened IOTL.

Yang does indeed have an heir, though I don't think I've mentioned him so far due to his youth. No worries though, I'll be introducing him in full once the Later Han move southward. In general the Chinese emperors seem to have had no problem with having harems of concubines in addition to their official empress, and thus rarely lacked for heirs - the guys who were impotent or exclusively monogamous were rare enough for that to be mentioned as a distinguishing characteristic of theirs in Chinese histories (one was the father of the RL Emperor Yang, Emperor Wen of Sui, who seems to have avoided relations with his concubines until his wife died; the only 100% faithful-to-one-woman, no-concubines-ever emperor I know of was Hongzhi, one of the Ming), so I'll be doing the same going forward.
 

ATP

Well-known member
HRE would face turks again,and then Machomet would beat both.Only difference - here part of old Persia would still belong to Indian dynasty,who do not get conqered by muslims.
Machomet has living son - no shia,but i am sure some other sect would fulfill their role.

It seems,that Silicians would keep only Africa and Spain,if nothing change.Enough to beat muslims,when they come.
Interesting,what donatist would do - convert to islam like in OTL,or keep independent?

Iazygs propably survive for a time,the same goes for Avars - which could,just like in OTL,ally with muslims.

P.S If nothing change,we could have 3 roman empires.
 
611-614: Aetas Turbida, Part III

Circle of Willis

Well-known member
611, much like 610, was a quiet and less bloody year in the Western Roman Empire than 604-609 had been – a moment of relative calm amid the Aetas Turbida. Not only were both the Othonians and Florianists still focused on raising new armies to replace their heavy losses from the preceding years, but in particular the latter’s claimant Venantius was engaged in intense politicking, as he maneuvered to try to sway the Visigoths and the Blue faction as a whole over to his side. Pursuing this diplomatic course necessarily required him to pause military efforts against the latter’s forces across Hispania, in addition to reassuring his Celtiberian allies that he would not sell them out to the Goths.

This is not to say 611 was an entirely bloodless year, of course. Several battles were still fought in central Italy, though they may have been smaller-scale and had less at stake than the earlier massive back-and-forth clashes on the roads between Rome and Neapolis, as Iaunas and Otho II sought to continue to test each other’s strength. Of these, the Battle of Saepinum[1] was the most important in the long term: although the town itself was neither particularly wealthy nor populous, the Othonians’ success in taking it gave them a foothold close to Florianic-held Beneventum, one of Otho’s and Theodoric’s main targets in the Italic campaign to come.

Aside from these limited battles in central Italy, most of the problems plaguing the Western Empire lay on its periphery this year. In the north, the Continental Saxons and Frisians took advantage of the March of Arbogast and its various neighbors emptying themselves of fighting men to intensify their seasonal raids. Teutobaudes sought to send some of his soldiers in Hispania away to defend their homes, but was denied by Otho, who (at the suggestion of Theodoric the Amaling) was beginning to suspect that the Romano-Frankish duke may indeed be looking for excuses to slacken his efforts against Venantius over the slights of the previous years. Theodoric had less success in getting his overlord to let him leave Italy and fight the Sclaveni than he did in turning said overlord against Teutobaudes however, allowing the various Slavic principalities to continue rebuilding their previously-shattered strength and plot a push against Gothic Dalmatia (or, in the case of the Dulebes, holding ground against the Iazyges).

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Continental Saxons raiding a Thuringian village under Arbogast's protection. These escalating attacks on the northern frontier and Otho's unwillingness to give Teutobaudes leave to respond to them increasingly drove a wedge between the Blues and the rest of the Othonian coalition

The Western Romans’ treacherous Eastern kindred were having rather more trouble this year. The Avars' winter offensive had smashed through the lower Danubian limes and led to them overrunning the entirety of northern Thrace while most of the Eastern Roman legions west of the Bosphorus were still clearing the Diocese of Dacia under Caesar Leo’s command, forcing Arcadius II to not only order his son to suspend that campaign and return to aid him but also to bring up additional forces from his empire’s eastern reaches to counter the Avar advance before they reached Constantinople. Arcadius even called in his auxilia Thraeces from the Susianan and Mesopotamian garrisons, warning those Sclaveni troops that their homes were in grave danger, which Heshana Qaghan would have gladly taken advantage of if he wasn’t still busy grappling with the arduous task of reconstructing a devastated Persia.

By early summer Dulo Khagan and his horde had gotten as far as Adrianople, overcoming increasingly stiff Eastern Roman resistance on the road from Moesia & Scythia to do so, but there they were finally pushed back by a major counterattack out of Constantinople under the personal leadership of the aging Eastern Augustus himself. Following the Battle of Adrianople, there was a brief lull in the fighting as Arcadius waited for his son to join him at the city while Dulo retreated to Dorostorum[2] on the Danube to concentrate his own forces for a decisive clash. That battle would come on July 31, as both hosts moved to engage the other at Marcianople: from the south Arcadius & Leo had marched to besiege the city, weakly held by a garrison of fewer than 5,000 (mostly Gepids and pro-Avar Slavs) with an army of 35,000, while from the north Dulo rode to the defenders’ relief with 25,000 men at his back.

The Battle of Marcianople which followed was a close one, despite the disparity in numbers. The Eastern Romans’ own horse archers, backed up by light cavalrymen sent by their Ghassanid and Lakhmid vassals as well as skilled Mesopotamian foot-archers, were able to give their Avar counterparts a formidable fight in their initial skirmishes, and even after a mounted melee began the Roman cavalry in general had the upper hand in the first stage of this battle. However, the Marcianople garrison sallied at an inopportune moment for the Romans: while there was no way the defenders (being outnumbered 7:1) could have won the battle on their own, their sudden attack distracted Arcadius just as the Roman horsemen were pursuing those of the Avars, who seemed to be falling back – as a feint, for they were pulling back to where Dulo was amassing the majority of his lancers for a massive charge.

Arcadius himself was felled by a Gepid spear-thrust from behind when Dulo’s reserve collided with and tore through his cavalry out front, leaving his son with the task of holding the Roman army together for the climax of the battle. Fortunately, Leo would perform admirably in that task and go on to lead the Romans to victory. Under his command the strength and discipline of the Roman infantry (in particular the palatine legions from Constantinople and the determined auxilia Thraeces proved instrumental to resisting the Avar onslaught) held fast in the face of the Avars’ two-pronged attack, while their heavy cavalry rallied and pincered the flanks of Dulo’s great mounted wedge and blunted its momentum before it could crunch through the Roman infantry ranks as it had previously done to their own.

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The East's new Augustus Leo rallying his faltering army outside Marcianople following his father's demise (and narrowly avoiding dying in the same way)

Dulo survived the debacle and managed to extract 16,000 of his soldiers from the battlefield in a fighting retreat, while the new Eastern Augustus decided to chase Marcianople’s broken defenders into the soon-to-be-retaken city and finish them off than risk getting lured into some other Avar trap. The Khagan noted this hesitancy and lack of killing instinct on the behalf of his younger rival, and after suing for peace, managed to bluff his way into a settlement that wasn’t completely detrimental to the Avar Khaganate in the autumn, despite their recent defeat at Marcianople. He had to return the entirety of Moesia Secunda to the Romans and also concede most of the Diocese of Dacia, but was able to use the threat of his remaining forces to cling to the northern Dacian provinces of Moesia Prima and Dacia Ripensis as well as Scythia in far-northeastern Thrace, securing some footholds for the Avars south of the Danube. For his part, Leo now had to consolidate Eastern Roman control over the regained provinces as well as the entirety of Macedonia and Achaea, which his father had stolen away from the Western Empire and which were politically impossible for him to just give back now, even though he had opposed seizing them in the first place.

On and just beyond the extreme eastern edge of the Roman world, the Indo-Romans were doing their part to not only restore the overland routes of the Silk Road (something which required them to work together with their former, or perhaps not-so-former, enemies the Turks and Hunas) but also to spread the Gospel into Central Asia. Christianity was slow to spread among the hardy and warlike peoples of the Caucasus Indicus, most of whom remained adamantly Buddhist or otherwise steeped in their traditional practices: but the Belisarians nevertheless had managed to, very slowly but surely, cultivate a modest community of co-religionists in Kophen, Bactra and the other trading towns of their small kingdom, which had emerged as an unlikely oasis of calm and tolerance (certainly compared to its parent, the Eastern Roman Empire of Arcadius II) amid the constant violence which had roiled Persia, Central Asia and northern India for more than a century at this point. While nominally under the authority of the Patriarch of Babylon, being so cut off from the rest of the Roman world, the Church of the Caucasus Indicus and its head, the Bishop of Kophen, were practically autocephalous by necessity, and similarly did not pursue the more intolerant policies of its parent church since the demographics of their kingdom made such ideas politically untenable.

While Sophagasenus’ mission to China may have been the most notable (and furthest-ranging) of the Paropamisadae evangelists’ efforts, the bulk of their activity outside the Indo-Roman kingdom itself was actually in Central Asia, specifically targeting the decimated and struggling remnants of the Sogdian and Tocharian civilization in & around the Tarim Basin. These communities had been repeatedly fought over by the Turks and Eftals, then by the Northern and Southern Turks, and proved highly receptive to the universal redeemer's message of healing, peace & salvation brought forth by Indo-Roman missionaries – as well as their diligence and expertise in areas such as trade and engineering, inherited from their Roman precursors and mentors, which were useful to the Tarim cities in bad need of everyone & every resource they could get for rebuilding.

The Christians faced stiff competition from the much more established Buddhists, to be sure: but exhaustion from so much bloodletting and the need to first restore their homes to even just a shadow of their former glory kept theological disputes amid the eastern sands & mountains non-violent for now, and for the first time in almost 200 years Central Asia could look forward to a positive future – in this case, as a religious and cultural mosaic buoyed by the lifeblood of trade which continued to return to the Silk Road.

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An Indo-Roman Christian priest greeting a Chinese Buddhist monk in the Tocharian city of Khotan, one of many devastated by the Central Asian wars of the past century-and-a-half

612 marked a return to great violence across Western Europe, starting with two important deaths. The first of these took place in Othonian Hispania, where an agent of Theodoric II (disguised as a messenger bearing a missive from Aquileia) murdered the prominent Visigoth nobleman Suinthila, a captain in Liuveric’s army and one of the most outspoken opponents of the Ostrogoth king’s efforts to become Hermenegild II’s regent. However it soon became apparent that the Gothic king had miscalculated, as this brazen assassination of one of his enemies drove the remaining Visigoth nobility and young Hermenegild’s mother Leodegundis to take Venantius’ offer and defect wholesale from the Othonian faction. Venantius agreed to forgive the Visigoths for having rebelled against his father and killing his brother in battle, and promised the Goths further territorial compensation in southern and southeastern Hispania after the war; in exchange, they pledged their swords to his cause and would fight alongside him against their former allies on Otho’s side, in addition to acknowledging the loss of their northernmost territories to the Celtiberians.

This switch in allegiances bore fruit for the Florianic camp almost immediately. Buoyed by the Visigoths (now led in the field by Sabbas, another lieutenant of the Balthing brothers), their spring offensive caught Teutobaudes – who had so far proven less receptive to Venantius’ entreaties – by surprise and forced him out of central & eastern Baetica, starting with a rousing victory in the Battle of Carissa[3]. By late summer, the Florianists had pushed Teutobaudes all the way back to Carthago Nova, although they were not successful in trapping him in the city or cutting his army’s supply lines – in a reversal of fortune, the Franks, Burgundians and Alemanni had smashed the Florianic-aligned Aquitani (with a 900-man Celtiberian contingent supporting them) in the Battle of Barbastrum[4] near the foothills of the Pyrenees, keeping the northeastern roads open for supplies and reinforcements this year.

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Venantius and Sabbas leading their combined armies against a very unpleasantly surprised Teutobaudes in eastern Baetica

Now it was Otho’s turn to curse Theodoric for the exact opposite of what the latter had been complaining about: that he may have been the better general between the two of them, but lacked patience and political skill to such an extent that he was now fracturing the coalition keeping Otho himself afloat. Still, Theodoric was not a man he could afford to excessively anger, so after a heated but private exchange of words in the Gardens of Sallust, the two men resolved to try papering over their disagreement with victories of their own against Iaunas. In that they had some success in Italy this year to balance out Teutobaudes’ heavy defeats in Hispania somewhat, using Saepinum as a springboard to capture Beneventum from the Africans and eventually cutting Capua off from Neapolis. Iaunas returned to the latter city by ship, leaving the former well-provisioned and defended by a sizable garrison of 8,000 to resist the inevitable siege by Othonian forces.

Alas, Venantius did not have long to rejoice in his own not-insignificant victories this year: his mother Dihia passed away in the first week of August, crushed beneath grief from losing almost her entire family in the span of a few years and the stress of helping her last remaining son fight this civil war. Accordingly the pretender left Hispania for Altava, both to appropriately mourn Dihia and to formally take up that kingdom’s crown – there were no other viable heirs with a connection to the royal family of the Altavan Silingi, his uncle’s machinations and the earlier war between Garmul and his parents had seen to that. Venantius further had to reassure the Western Moors that (in line with his parents’ original designs for Africa) he would hand Altava off to a younger son, should one be born to him and his wife, rather than make it a permanent possession of the Western Roman Emperors in the event that he were to topple Otho.

On the other side of the world, Suryawarman of Kuntala was embarking on his most ambitious project yet. Unlike his father, he was less interested in conquering foreign rivals, preferring to instead expend the wealth he and Dewawarman had amassed on splendid monuments to add glory & luster to his kingdom – and there was no better way to do that than to construct a new, gleaming metropolis of a capital, in his estimation. Thus did work begin on the banks of the Musi River, a ways east of Kuntala itself, to raise up a new city which the king named ‘Srivijaya’[5] – ‘shining triumph’ – in honor of his family’s victories around the Malay Strait in recent decades.

Aside from the tropical wood and precious metals which could be found in abundance in Sumatra itself, Suryawarman imported building materials as diverse and expensive as Indian marble, Chinese jade and even a few articles of Roman glass which had originally been brought to China over the Silk Road. He also hired famed architects and engineers from the Huna Empire and Later Liang to lend a continental flair & organization to his future capital, all to make it truly fit for a man who claimed to helm a rising maritime empire. The result would be a resplendent combination of Indo-Buddhist and Eight Dynasties Chinese architecture, centered around river and maritime transportation more than any land-bound road, and serviced by one of Asia’s largest seaports downriver: not for nothing would Chinese travelers and chroniclers call this city ‘Jugang’, or ‘giant port’, in future centuries.

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A Huna-style Buddhist temple under construction in Srivijaya

613 saw considerable movement in Italy, even as the other fronts of the Western Roman civil war remained mostly static. Still smarting over the defection of the Visigoths to the Florianic cause a year ago, Otho II and Theodoric agreed (in spite of their recent shouting matches) to try to compensate by driving Iaunas out of Italy and firmly locking the peninsula down for the former’s cause, and dedicated all the resources they possibly could get their hands on to that task this year. They left a force of 16,000 to continue besieging Capua, which did not seem likely to surrender any time soon, and moved the rest of their army – swollen to 28,000 by a recruitment drive over the past winter and spring, including the enactment of conscription in north-central Italy and the emptying of the imperial treasury to entice evocati (retired veteran legionaries) to re-enlist – southward.

Iaunas accepted the challenge, and moved to engage his foes after amassing reinforcements of his own (bringing his army’s strength up to 23,000) at Neapolis. They would fight three battles across southern Italy over the course of this year – the first was at Aequum Tuticum[6] in the late spring, where forward elements of the Othonian army were the first to secure the hills near Beneventum and Iaunas retreated with little loss after failing to dislodge them from their strong position before the rest of the usurper’s host arrived. The second engagement was fought at Nuceria[7], and this time it was the Africans who had the upper hand, repelling the Othonian effort to surround and besiege Neapolis in a proper pitched battle that summer. The collapse of one of the Othonians’ own pontoon bridges (originally put together to facilitate their offensive crossing) over the Sarnus[8] during their retreat drowned over a thousand of their men, and though Otho and Theodoric themselves survived, Iaunas was now encouraged to counterattack and pursue his rivals northward toward Allifae[9].

The two sides committed to their third and biggest engagement this year on the banks of the Volturnus[10], where Otho and Theodoric had turned to take up defensive positions in the last days of June. The day at first favored the Florianists, as they used siege weapons captured from the Othonian baggage train after their earlier victory in the Battle of Nuceria (initially intended for a siege of Neapolis) to destroy the guard-towers which Otho had thrown up to secure the Volturnus’ main crossing, after which they secured that bridge and crossed the river in force. At this point Otho, who had predicted this outcome, directed a large counterattack against the Florianists before they could finish crossing: but although his cavalry wedge and supporting infantry smashed through the front line of Iaunas’ shield-wall, the Moorish king led his horse-archers to circle & shoot into their flanks, greatly blunting the impact of the Othonian assault and inducing confusion & fear in their ranks.

But even as victory seemed imminent for the Florianists, the usurper was playing his last card to turn the tables on Iaunas. Theodoric entered the fray now, having crossed further upriver with 6,000 men (nearly all of whom were his Ostrogothic subjects) in the early hours of the morning, and attacked those elements of the Florianic host which had yet to cross the Volturnus from behind. Now it was the latter’s turn to panic, and though the situation could have been salvaged, Iaunas’ death from a crossbow bolt to the eye at this critical juncture dashed all of his men’s remaining hopes. By evening the Battle of the Volturnus had clearly ended in a major victory for Otho and Theodoric; by the end of the year, they had collapsed the Florianic position in southern Italy almost entirely, with only the defenders of Capua and Neapolis still stubbornly holding out in the name of Venantius while the rest of the peninsula’s ‘boot’ had submitted to Othonian authority once more – the smaller Florianic garrisons having been either pushed to consolidate in Neapolis, destroyed altogether by the now far larger Othonian armies, or evacuated by the Carthaginian fleet back to Sicily or Africa. Iaunas’ daughter Tia succeeded him in Theveste now, and like her husband and neighboring king Venantius, nursed a deep grudge against the enemies who’d killed her father.

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Italo-Roman and Ostrogothic soldiers of Otho's army assailing Iaunas' men on the banks of the Volturnus, soon to turn into one of the biggest setbacks for the Florianic cause in this entire war

To the far north, Eadwald of the North Angles spent 613 consolidating his realm’s northern border at the edge of the Pictish Highlands, within the shadow of the mountain range which the neighboring Gaels of Dál Riata called Am Monadh[11] and where Gnaeus Julius Agricola had led the Romans to a fleeting victory over the native Picts in the Battle of Mons Graupius nearly six centuries prior. The English prevailed over an alliance of half a dozen Pictish tribes in the sorely hard-fought Battle of the Deva[12], where although heavy rain & mud had hindered their cavalry and the fog did the same to their archers, Eadwald led the more heavily-equipped Anglo-Saxon infantry to victory over the woad-painted Picts in a brutal, grueling melee on the riverbanks (in the process personally slaying one of their six kings, Uallas, in a sword-duel) which lasted nearly ten hours before the latter finally broke.

Following this victory, the exhausted king declared that there was nothing beyond the river worth conquering and used the Flumen Deva as his realm’s northeastern boundary. Atop the site of the long-abandoned Roman camp nearby[13], he built a fortified town to control the crossing, which he named Norþburh[14] and where he settled some of his hardiest veteran warriors and their families. Now the North English realm’s border ran from the estuary of the Deva in the east, to the peninsula of Cowal (as the English dubbed the land its former Gaelic masters, from whom they’d wrested it in earlier skirmishes, had called ‘Còmhghall’) in the west. To the north the Picts loomed in their impregnable mountains, into which only the most foolhardy Anglo-Saxons would march, while to the northwest Dál Riata still stood as the Gaels’ primary foothold in extreme northern Britannia, bruised but far from totally beaten after the loss of Cowal to the English.

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Anglo-Saxon veterans of Eadwald's host beginning to settle down at Norþburh ('Norbury'), on the extreme northeastern border of his kingdom

Far south of Britain and the Roman world, Muhammad ibn Abdullah began to publicly preach his message – whose core elements included an ardent belief in and submission to the One God (from which the name of this new religion, Islam, was derived), the need for frequent prayers, mutual aid, and lurid visions of the oncoming Day of Judgment – this year. Aside from his wife and children, his first converts included various cousins and extended kindred, the younger scions of merchant houses who had little hope of inheriting much from their fathers, and other less fortunate members of Meccan society. Wealthier converts were instructed to set their slaves free if they accepted Islam, for all were supposed to be equal in the eyes of Allah: these slaves further contributed to the numbers of Muhammad’s followers.

However, Muhammad had little luck in swaying the majority of Meccans to his side, for they disdained his rejection of worldly wealth and the traditional Semitic pantheon which they had followed for thousands of years: in their eyes, Muhammad was either a madman or a conman, and one who probably ripped off the theological concepts of his Jewish and Christian neighbors (or both simultaneously, in the case of Ebionite Christians like his wife) for his new religion at that. Truly, the old saying that ‘no prophet is welcome in his hometown’ seemed to apply to Muhammad just as it had the other Abrahamic prophets whose legacy he claimed. For the time being however, the Meccan elite mocked Muhammad in their cups rather than violently persecute him and his followers, deeming them insufficiently threatening to justify a crackdown and believing that they would give up when the apocalypse Muhammad spoke of failed to materialize.

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Most Meccans did not spare Muhammad's preachings a thought at this time, preferring to put their trust in the gods of their ancestors and their holy Black Stone – the Kaaba – which was dedicated to Hubal, the chief of those gods

The fortunes of war are ever fickle, and for the Western Roman Empire 614 proved to be no exception to this rule. First and most importantly, Otho II had insisted on attempting a major amphibious invasion of Italy’s outlying islands and Africa itself: a risky and costly strategy which, if carried out successfully, would allow him to finally end this war by rooting his last remaining nephew out of his core stronghold (and ideally also result in the death of said nephew). Early in the year it seemed as though he might actually be able to realize his designs, as the Carthaginian fleet was defeated in the Battle of Scyllaeum[15] in March and most of the skeleton garrisons left by Iaunas in Sicily surrendered or even defected to Otho shortly after he landed legions on the island: about the only good news for Venantius in the spring of 614 was that his wife Tia gave birth to their first child, a daughter baptized as Serena.

However, Otho had far less luck when he set out to attack Africa and sail his fleet directly into the Gulf of Carthage[16] in the summer months. Although he and Theodoric had launched weak feint-attacks on Corsica & Sardinia to distract their enemies from their true plan, the ruse was foiled by Anicius Symmachus of all people – the Senator chose this time to get back at the men who had denied him the crown he felt he was owed by sending agents to Carthage, alerting Venantius to the imminent attack on the African capital and giving him a chance to plan countermeasures with his captains. As he had at Neapolis and by flipping the allegiance of the Visigoths, the King of Altava and pretender to the purple sought to overcome difficult odds with a creative strategy: this time, he countered the onslaught of the larger Othonian fleet in the Battle off Aegimuri[17] that June with fireships filled with kindling and large amounts of fatty oils, aided by favorable winds which allowed these ships to close in on and explode near his uncle’s vessels with a minimum of losses to his own crewmen. Among the casualties was his cousin Julianus, Otho’s only son, who drowned after leaping overboard from his burning flagship early in the battle.

Once the last of the fireships had done their job, the Florianic fleet proceeded to sweep forward and finish off the devastated remnants of their Othonian counterpart. By nightfall on June 20, out of 30,000 men (half being his expeditionary force and the other half being sailors) and 100 ships (although only a third of these or fewer would have been actual war galleys, the rest being merchant & fishing vessels pressed into service as troop transports) Otho had lost nearly 10,000 men and 48 ships, while Venantius’ much lighter losses amounted to 3,000 men and 19 ships out of 20,000 soldiers & sailors aboard 70 ships. The irony that the usurper had lost his male heir shortly after the last son of Florianus sired his own first child was not lost on observers from the Curia Julia to Aquileia, either: this and other extensive losses among Otho’s Italic troops further altered the balance of power within Italy in the Ostrogoths’ favor. Theodoric the Amaling used his position of growing strength to both insist on the appointment of additional Green cronies to posts within the Othonian military (where many officers’ positions had opened up thanks to Aegimuri) & civil bureaucracy and not-so-subtly suggest that he be named Otho’s new Caesar in place of Liberius, the former’s four-year-old grandson, on account of his marriage to Julianus’ older sister Juliana.

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Where before his uncle Otho had dealt him a severe blow at the Volturnus, come 614 Venantius sought to return the favor at Aegimuri

Besides staving off a total defeat which had seemed increasingly inevitable since his father-in-law’s defeat and demise on the Volturnus, Venantius’ great victory at Aegimuri renewed the hopes of his followers elsewhere. In the northeast the Carantanians and Horites counterattacked into Ostrogoth-held territory, retaking their rightful capitals at Ljubljana and Zagrab while those of Theodoric’s warriors who did not burn or drown in the Battle off Aegimuri were still busy helping their overlord restore Othonian authority across southern Italy. Their Dulebian neighbor were also sufficiently heartened to forsake all thought of surrender and fended off another Iazyges attack in November, which had come perilously close to Blahoslav’s seat of power at Mogent[18] (as the Slavs now called Mogentiana, where the Dulebian princes had built their fortified residence or castellum – from which they derived an additional alternative name for the site, ‘Kostel’).

These developments also convinced Teutobaudes & the Blues that Venantius still had a reasonable chance of winning this civil war, and the birth of a daughter to the last of the senior Stilichians created a new opportunity for them to bridge the gap between their families. Thus, not only did the Dux Germanicae keep fighting in Hispania to a minimum for the rest of this year, but he and Venantius continued their secret negotiations, and he now proposed a match between his younger son Arbogastes to the newborn Serena. Though the Othonians had been ascendant in the previous year, truly this one brought them back down into the dirt with a series of reversals on nearly all fronts, and now the possibility of a Blue defection as the Greens continued to tighten their grip on Otho’s government…

Far off in the distant east, beyond the mountains of the Paropamisadae and the sundered halves of Turkestan, Emperor Yang of Later Han decided that he had waited long enough – and that 614 would be a good time to initiate what he hoped to be his penultimate campaign to reunite China under his dynasty. By this time the Cheng and Chu had beaten each other senseless, though the latter had had the worst of the fighting: accordingly it was they who Yang targeted first when he crossed the Yangtze in May with 250,000 troops including his eldest son & Crown Prince Hao Jing, who had recently come of age. Having brought such overwhelming force to bear at such a fortuitous time against a weakened enemy, Yang’s offensive was done & over with as quickly as he had calculated, as the battered remains of the Chu army rapidly melted away under the Later Han onslaught and his rival Emperor Ai capitulated near the end of June, having barely lasted a month against the Han.

The rapid Han conquest of Chu alarmed Cheng and Minyue, who revived their old alliance to fend off the Han even as the former hurried to secure as much Chu territory as they could before the Han did it. This too Yang had foreseen, and it was these two realms (and less so the feeble Chu) that he had brought a quarter of a million soldiers south of the Yangtze to deal with. Immediately after securing the Chu capital at Changsha, the Emperor of Later Han sent young Hao Jing (ably assisted by a staff of much more experienced & trusted generals, of course) to contain the Minyue to their mountains with 75,000 men while he took the majority of his army to crush the Cheng in the west. By the end of 614 Yang had routed the Cheng in the Battle of Enshi and was aggressively pursuing them into the forested mountains of Sichuan, while Hao Jing had won his first battles against the Minyue at Ningbo and Linhai but hesitated to similarly press his advantage – something which his father hoped was just due to a rectifiable lack of confidence & experience, and not a sign of an overly timid streak in the Crown Prince.

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Emperor Yang of Later Han and Crown Prince Hao Jing outside Changsha, on the day before their parting

Further still past the eastern seas, the Tennō Yōmei’s reforms continued apace. This time he sought to further streamline the administration of his domains, which necessitated the abolition of the old kabane system and replacing it with one of imperial provinces headed by appointed governors. In an effort to appease and co-opt the local magnates rather than simply terrorize them into submission as his father Heijō had attempted (and failed in), Yōmei offered to draw appointees from the ranks of these local clans as well, rather than rely exclusively on his Yamato kin and closely associated lackeys from around Asuka. Of course, not all the noble clans of Japan proved receptive – no fewer than eight took up arms in the west that summer.

In so doing however, they played into Yōmei’s hands. The Emperor had carefully raised an army out of the small freeholders he had created out of the former Kose and Yamanoue fiefdoms, men whose loyalty was strictly bound to him (as their emancipator and patron) alone and who were both more numerous and more loyal than the mercenaries Heijō had employed. With this host, he and his heir Prince Iso-no-kami crushed the insurgents, then proceeded to free the peasants of the affected western provinces and redistribute the rebels’ estates to them as well. With the example having been made, minus the excessive violence and repression of Heijō, the rest of the Japanese nobility soon fell in line rather than continue underestimating their overlord and testing his patience. As his program of land and administrative reform rolled onward, Yōmei also began to give thought to the idea of constructing a larger, grander capital city than the palace town of Asuka toward the end of 614, as well.

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[1] Sepino.

[2] Silistra.

[3] Bornos.

[4] Barbastro.

[5] Palembang. It historically succeeded Kuntala/Kantoli and became the capital of the Srivijaya Empire on account of being a better-situated & accessible port. Historically Srivijaya was not, as far as we know, ever actually the name of the city, although it certainly was the name of the great maritime empire centered on it.

[6] Ariano Irpino.

[7] Nocera Superiore & Inferiore.

[8] The Sarno River.

[9] Alife.

[10] The Volturno River.

[11] The Grampians.

[12] The River Dee in Aberdeenshire.

[13] Normandykes, now in a suburb of Aberdeen.

[14] Aberdeen.

[15] Scilla.

[16] Gulf of Tunis.

[17] Zembra Island.

[18] Keszthely.
 

ATP

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Silitchians need many sons to survive.But,if Emperor manage that,WRE would survive.
ERE is weakened and would be weakened more,and their alliance with WRE ended.
Othonian faction could survive or not,depend on how battles with Avars and Silicians would go.Maybe part of german tribes made their own state?
Slavic princes would survive,as loyal subjects of WRE.
Iazygs probably would be finished.

Turks would start war and get finished by Machomet.
Machomet would take part of turkish territories,ERE and Aksum,but nothing more - Africa would belong to WRE,and India to white huns.
China would be united,and Japan would play loyal subject.

England - we would have war there,and whoever would win,pelagians would must flee or convert.Maybe flee to America?
It would be funny,if they considered themselves puritans in that case.
 

Circle of Willis

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Yup, some murderous fratricidal backstabbing/warfare seems to plague almost every dynasty that gets a bit big & enjoys some good times - in the Romans' case I think only the Flavians and Five Good Emperors (if you count an adoptive dynasty) really managed to avoid it, with the Constantinians being the most infamous example of a late-stage Roman dynasty tearing itself to shreds because its various ambitious princelings just couldn't be satisfied with their respective pieces or halves of the empire. Of course the post-Roman medieval examples are too abundant to list, but the most infamous I can think of are probably the Carolingian implosion, the Valois Armagnac-Burgundian war (as well as the absolute mess with Philip IV and his sons not too long before, which ended in the destruction of the senior Capetian line) and the Plantagenets' Wars of the Roses.

For the Stilichians, this is actually their first time getting big enough to have at least one rival branch to contest the purple (prior to this they've always been trimmed back by plagues or deaths at the hand of powerful foreign invaders like the Huns, and the usurpers they had to combat came from outside their family). Having many sons could revitalize their bloodline after so much bloodletting in the past decade, but it could also set up the circumstances for another destructive civil war either in this century or the next...

By the way guys, the next update will be a narrative one - I've noticed that it has been a very long time since the last such chapter (three months, or 50 years in-universe!) so I'll be rectifying that. It should make for a brief non-violent interlude in-between the the major battles of this past chapter and what I've got planned next, as well.
 

ATP

Well-known member
Yup, some murderous fratricidal backstabbing/warfare seems to plague almost every dynasty that gets a bit big & enjoys some good times - in the Romans' case I think only the Flavians and Five Good Emperors (if you count an adoptive dynasty) really managed to avoid it, with the Constantinians being the most infamous example of a late-stage Roman dynasty tearing itself to shreds because its various ambitious princelings just couldn't be satisfied with their respective pieces or halves of the empire. Of course the post-Roman medieval examples are too abundant to list, but the most infamous I can think of are probably the Carolingian implosion, the Valois Armagnac-Burgundian war (as well as the absolute mess with Philip IV and his sons not too long before, which ended in the destruction of the senior Capetian line) and the Plantagenets' Wars of the Roses.

For the Stilichians, this is actually their first time getting big enough to have at least one rival branch to contest the purple (prior to this they've always been trimmed back by plagues or deaths at the hand of powerful foreign invaders like the Huns, and the usurpers they had to combat came from outside their family). Having many sons could revitalize their bloodline after so much bloodletting in the past decade, but it could also set up the circumstances for another destructive civil war either in this century or the next...

By the way guys, the next update will be a narrative one - I've noticed that it has been a very long time since the last such chapter (three months, or 50 years in-universe!) so I'll be rectifying that. It should make for a brief non-violent interlude in-between the the major battles of this past chapter and what I've got planned next, as well.
Do that.
P.S Othonians could survive as HRE fighting both WRE and new slavic states - which could become independent kingdoms under WRE aegis.
We could have even german nationalizm here !
And Church,thanks to all that wars,would become more independent.Maybe papal state?
 
The Stilichian Line

Circle of Willis

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Byrsa Citadel of Carthago, 20 July 615

Venantius set his quill down next to the parchment he’d been working on with a sigh and tried to relax in his chair, to little success. It was not that he had failed in any particular endeavor: far from it, he felt so close to a breakthrough that he now found himself filled with a nervous energy that he couldn’t repress until he actually had proof of his success in his hands. That, and he could not shake off the fear that somehow, he might just find himself robbed of that success at the last possible minute, not an altogether unreasonable thing to worry about given how unpredictable the fortunes of this un-civil war against his uncle Otho had been – every time he and his brothers thought victory was imminent Otho and his savage Green allies always managed to turn the tables, and just a year before Venantius himself had staved off what had been intended to be their death-blow in a fiery battle on the waters near Carthago itself. For now things were hanging in the balance, as Otho was still recovering from Aegimuri while he in turn needed to rebuild his armies after the debacle on the Volturnus the year before, but in wartime that balance was meant to be broken sooner or later.

The King of Altava and pretender to the Western Roman Empire had been personally penning a letter to Teutobaudes, Dux Germanicae and one of Otho’s most powerful (yet also, apparently, less-than-faithful) lieutenants, agreeing to his terms and the marriage of his newborn daughter Serena to the Romano-Frank’s younger son Arbogastes. Even after the Sun had set Venantius continued to work by candlelight, determined both to see this task through to the end himself and not to trust anyone else with it. Was this paranoid of him? Perhaps, but he had learned of Otho’s prepared invasion of Carthago well ahead of time thanks to the treachery of his uncle by marriage, Anicius Symmachus, who had otherwise seemed a faithful enough supporter of the usurper – and apparently was still putting up a sufficiently convincing charade to avoid getting his head put on a spike to this day. How many of his own generals, prelates and Senators could he be absolutely certain wasn’t similarly communicating with the enemy behind his back, or at least considering keeping their options open? Not enough to sleep easily on nights just like this one.

In a further effort to clear his head, Venantius rose from his seat and began to move out onto the balcony. He determined that some fresh air would be more than welcome at this point, and the marble balustrade provided protection against any assassin who dared to sneak up on him and try to throw him off the citadel. Once he threw the door open and left the private study behind, he was greeted right away by a strong breeze, and closed his eyes as he drew in a deep breath. For a few seconds he savored the familiar scent of sea salt, driftwood and seaweed, just as he had remembered them from his younger years in this city, before exhaling and continuing to stroll forward, until he found himself leaning on the stone railing and gazing out onto his (hopefully entirely temporary) capital below.

The pale moon and many stars in the night sky were almost unnecessary, for Carthago was still alit with numerous lamps and cooking fires. Well, it was a pleasantly breezy summer night, and not all that late if Venantius remembered correctly. Numerous ships were gently rocking in the harbor, sleek war galleys and huge merchant vessels (though not ones carrying grain bound for Italia, their cargo had since been seized and doled out to Venantius’ loyal subjects instead) alike. The market was still busy, teeming with fishmongers and farmers hawking goods which could then be cooked and eaten by their buyers almost immediately afterward, and at this hour the streets were still crowded with people going about their evening business, even children at play and young lovers haunting their secret hideaways – as the emperor-in-Carthago and his wife would have at different stages of their youth. Ah, wait, arguably they still were young: they weren’t even thirty yet, Venantius reminded himself, though he felt a good deal older than he really was. Must be that decade of constant campaigning and battles that caused his sense of time to slip up, he thought.

Speaking of haunting, the pretender’s thin smile wore off as his eyes moved away from the harbor & markets to find the only overwhelmingly dark part of Carthago – the Tophet, where the absence of light severely distinguished it from the rest of the city. His lips curled into a sour grimace as he recalled his priestly tutors’ lessons on it, and his father’s fury after having caught him and Tia playing amid the gravestones and stelae on one of the few nights where he deigned to visit Carthago. That was where the Carthaginians of yore buried the children and infants they had sacrificed in unholy fire to Ba’al Hammon, Tanit, Moloch and all those other demons they revered as gods, Father Ugustinu[1] (nay, Augustinus in proper Latin and not the rustic speech of the Africans, Venantius reminded himself) had warned them: disturbing their rest was extremely disrespectful, and foolish of them besides.

Venantius clenched one hand into a fist atop the marble railing. He could not even begin to imagine what those children (those old enough to comprehend what was happening to them, anyway) thought in their final moments, to have been betrayed to a fiery death by the parents who they should have been able to have unconditional trust and love in, all so that those same parents might attain material blessings which they clear valued over their own children. But then, was not a Roman Emperor supposed to be a sort of father to the Empire, hence their usage of the title Pater Patriae? And yet here he (and before him, his brothers) and Otho were, sending many thousands upon thousands of their ‘children’ to kill one another on the battlefields of Hispania, Italia and the Peninsula of Haemus to determine which of them would sit the imperial throne.

Perhaps it could not be helped, though. Uncle Otho had been the aggressor, repaying Grandmother’s tearful pleas and Father’s mercy by arranging for his allies to ambush and murder the latter as soon as the former died, and then waging war upon his branch of the House of Stilicho in his bid to usurp the purple. Some material fortune was not what was at stake here: Venantius knew that if he did not carry on his brothers’ fight, he and his own family being cast out and reduced to paupers was the absolute kindest treatment they could expect from a victorious Otho, and unlikely besides. If the fate of the rest of his immediate family was anything to go by, his uncle probably wasn’t going to stop until they were all dead. At least, that was what Venantius told himself to justify waging this civil war to the bitter end. After all, as there could only be one Sun in the sky, so too there could only be one Emperor in the Roman West.

So much for taking a breath of fresh air and setting aside those concerns for even a minute, the prince huffed. It had occurred to him that he killed Cousin Julianus in that great Battle off Aegimuri last year, yet he could not find it in himself to feel anything but a triumphant realization that he’d paid Otho back for the latter’s massacre of his own immediate family over the past few years, even if only slightly. After all, his uncle only had the one son to lose, while he himself had lost his father and two brothers on the field of battle – and more recently his mother too, albeit indirectly, from the heartbreak of having all the men in her family besides himself die well before their time. And speaking of a reckoning…one of these days he’d have to chastise his Sabbatic cousins in Constantinople for piling backstabbing atop backstabbing and carving three entire dioceses away from the West in their moment of weakness, too. Perhaps there should be only one Emperor not only ruling over the Occident, but over the entire Roman world.

At the outset of this war such dark thoughts would have sickened Venantius, even if he never did ever get to know Julianus well, but now he had determined that the killing had not only been overdue vengeance but necessary. Otho himself had shown that showing mercy to him and his brood was a misguided kindness, one they would answer with treachery and death if ever given the chance. That said, though he may now have a blasé attitude toward slaying his kinsman in battle and have become hellbent on sending Otho to follow his son into the afterlife, Venantius was still more conflicted about offing the women and children of that family. Not even the hatred that had welled up between the Stilichian branches could fully convince him to dispose of Otho’s daughters and young grandchildren too, for the prince found that as he stared into the dark and gloomy Tophet below, there was no excuse he could think of to accept the blood of children and infants (regardless of the crimes of their father and grandfather) on his hands and still live with himself.

“Oh, there you are, Venantius.” And who should interrupt Venantius in the middle of such morose musings, than the last person he would have wanted to see him like this? “Lord above, I was getting worried – I and the servants have been looking for you up and down the Byrsa this past hour!” There in the doorway stood Tia, Queen of Theveste and prospective Augusta: tall and fair like her father while lacking virtually any trace of her Jarawa[2] mother, she was a beauty in Venantius’ sight, even with her blue eyes narrowed into a glare and her arms crossed. She must be quite peeved indeed, for Venantius could see that her hair was more of a mess than usual – since she succeeded Iaunas, Tia had been prone to indulging in the queenly privilege of letting her hair down outside of state functions, but he’d known since their shared childhood that she also had a habit of furiously running her hands through it when agitated. “You could at least tell me when you’re going to disappear for hours on end, lord husband.”

“Ah. I am sorry to have aroused your concern, my fair lady.” Venantius forced a smile as he moved to embrace his friend and wife, hoping to soothe her evident anger and frustration with him before it boiled over completely. He thought it a good sign that she did not push him away, and even allowed him to briefly nuzzle the fluffy golden locks which fell about and past her shoulders, though she did not hug him back. “I just have a lot on my mind at this time.”

“As do we all,” Tia retorted, unconvinced. “I was there at this afternoon’s council with all your other councilors and great captains, if you recall.” Of course, Venantius remembered that well. It was unusual to involve women in such proceedings, but his wife insisted on knowing where he wanted her soldiers (the ones who remained after so many others had perished with her father two years ago, anyway) to go fight – and die – and he could not deny her, for she ruled the Eastern Moors as a queen in her own right. “You are not bearing the burden of fighting this war all on your lonesome, lord husband, the rest of us are keenly aware of what is at stake in the years to come.”

“Yes, yes.” Venantius reached a hand up to run it through his own curls, colored as dark as ripe olives, as he tended to do when put on the spot by others. “And I’m thankful for it. But there are some secrets that I must keep even from my own council, as you well know, even though I trust them as much as a sovereign can reasonably trust his councilors and cannot rule or wage war without them.” Tia, however, was a different story. As not only his wife but also one of his oldest friends from their shared childhood, the King of Altava had no issue confiding in her even when he was too paranoid to tell those same secrets to anyone else. “In particular, there is something I am working on which – if things unfold like I’ve been hoping they will for years now – will fracture our enemies’ camp even more than the defection of the Visigoths did. I would be surprised if it were not fatal to my not-so-dear uncle, actually.”

“Oh. Has something come up with that Senator, Symmachus?” Like that, for example. Venantius dared not reveal the name of his unexpected ally in the Senate to anyone but Tia for fear that it would eventually find its way from their lips to Otho’s and Theodoric’s ears. But no, that was not what (and who) he had been working on, so he shook his head.

“Nay. This is much bigger than him and his friends in the Curia Julia.” Tia had to walk out onto the balcony and come to rest next to Venantius to hear him over the night winds, as he refused to raise his voice even just a smidge while discussing this conspiracy he’d been on the verge of capping off. “I speak of Teutobaudes and his Blues. He has agreed to defect to our camp, and to take all his soldiers and the federate kings he counts as friends with him, in exchange for guarantees.”

The hopeful-empress said nothing but stared at him intently, willing him to explain, so Venantius continued on. “His demands may seem somewhat steep, but they are are not altogether unreasonable and well worth the alliance, in my eyes. He wants the office of magister utriusque militiae, a voice and a vote in the replacement of every single Green lackey in the military and civil bureaucracy both if – once – we prevail, plum appointments for certain allies of his in the Senate, assistance in defending the northern frontier from the likes of the Saxons and Frisians…and the hand of our daughter for his younger son, Arbogastes.”

Tia had nodded along with each item on the list of Teutobaudes’ demands save that last one. “Serena is one, Venantius. She has barely learned to walk and talk, and if I remember rightly, this boy you speak of is eleven or twelve years her senior – “

“I know, I know.” Venantius responded quickly, and defensively. “I would never have agreed to send her away from our court at her age, anyway. Did you read the letter I was writing in the study, by any chance?”

“Nay, it may have been fun for us to do when we were ten, but I cannot say I am still in the habit of reading other people’s private correspondence.” Well, Venantius supposed he should be grateful for that.

“I am writing back to Teutobaudes to inform him that I have agreed to his demands, and since he has made it clear that he will not agree to a simple betrothal contract, I will consent to the marriage-by-proxy of his son to our daughter. I did, however, insist that she will not be leaving our household to join his until the age of thirteen, and that the marriage not be consummated until at least three years after that.”

“And you did not think to tell me any of this beforehand?”

“Dear wife, I assure you I would have told you all of this after I had finished the letter, and before handing it to the agentes in rebus for dispatch.” Tia’s look remained ominous, so Venantius pressed on, “Understand that this is a matter of the utmost importance, which must be handled with both secrecy and speed. We need Teutobaudes and the Blues if we are to win this war, Tia. Since your father was slain at the Volturnus and our positions in Southern Italia collapsed two years ago, I have decided that it would be best for us to attempt a second strike into the peninsula from the north, especially as Otho and the Ostrogoths are visibly still present & prepared to respond to another attack into the south. And I cannot cross the Alps with hope of success without the numbers Teutobaudes can bring us – indeed, without him the best we can ask for is to hold what we already have. Unless we push into Italy and take Rome, you will never be able to don the purple and be hailed as Augusta outside of Carthago.”

That seemed to do the trick, as Tia swallowed whatever words she might have had to say and nodded with a look of grim determination as soon as he’d reminded her of her fallen father. It reminded Venantius of the look on her face when, after his victory off Agrimuri, they discussed how best to deal with Otho’s branch of the dynasty and all who supported them, like the Amalings, in the event of a total victory – and she had by far been even more ‘thorough’ in her suggestions than he. Though she had not lost as many kin to Otho’s ambitions as Venantius, she had fewer to lose to begin with. “Very well, husband, I understand.” She simply uttered, instead, and fortunately she did not pull away when Venantius took hold of her hand to reassure her.

Odd that he had been thinking of the Carthaginians’ sacrifice of their children for good fortune earlier, when he had been planning for some time to wed his own child to a distant and much older stranger from a house with his middle brother Constans’ blood on their hands, to decisively turn his own fortunes around in this war. But then, it was not as if he was passing little Serena through the fire; marriage was not comparable to that ghastly pagan rite of sacrifice in the slightest, he reminded himself.

Besides, if Arbogastes had any sense he certainly wouldn’t mistreat an imperial princess, regardless of her age or even his own personal feelings on being denied a choice in matrimony as much as she.

“That is all I ask.” To break the awkward silence which ensued, Venantius resolved to try to change the subject. “Now then. You have sought me out, for an hour by your telling. What for, my lady?”

“Ah, yes!” Tia brightened immediately, evidently quite happy for the opportunity to divert the conversation away from perilous politics to a happier topic, and moved to take the Altavan king’s other hand in her free one. “I have the best of news, darling, which I had been so excited to tell you – and it is why I was so cross that I could not find you sooner. The medicus confirmed it earlier to-day: once more, I am with child.”

At that, Venantius himself forgot about wars & schemes & underage marriages and immediately moved to kiss his wife full on the mouth, feeling his stress drain away at this news that their efforts in the marital bed was bearing fruit once more. She responded enthusiastically, and they were both panting slightly when they broke away from one another. “Best of news indeed,” Venantius said, beaming even as he felt poorly for having been too busy to see the signs of late. “A son. It must be a son, after the daughter we have had last year.”

“Yes…a son is exactly what I am praying for, love.” Tia nodded earnestly. “What will you name him, I wonder?”

“Eucherius, perhaps, after the first Augustus of our house. Or Stilicho, after his father and the progenitor of our gens.” It always seemed strange to Venantius that although his dynasty called themselves Stilichōnes after the dutiful and valorous Romano-Vandal who founded their house, his ancestors had been loath to give the name of Stilicho to any of their male offspring. According to what Father had told him once, it was because it was thought too barbaric in origin for a Roman emperor, and the Stilichians (especially in the first decades of their rule) had been all too eager to distance themselves from their roots. But as far as Venantius was concerned, that was a silly reason to not honor their first patriarch, and he would sooner surround himself with heroic Romano-Germanic lords of war like the original Stilicho or his late father-in-law Iaunas than the ‘proper’ Roman vipers of the Senate or the Italic lieutenants of Otho anyway.

“Worthy names for a worthy heir to the purple.” Tia answered, nodding, all hostility and grimness seemingly likewise drained out of her by this happier exchange. “I have only some passing knowledge of the demands war makes on men, my love. But I hope you will be able to remain here in Carthago long enough to celebrate our next child’s birth.”

“Absolutely. My uncle cannot strike, and so far has not struck, so soon after his loss at Aegimuri anyway.” Venantius yawned. After that fleeting moment of joyful relief, he really did not feel like returning to tackle the stresses that had been building up over the past months & years, not yet. Finishing and sending that letter could wait until tomorrow morning. “In any case, my empress, the hour is growing late, and we can see below that our people are beginning to snuff out their lights and return to their homes. I cannot say I wish to discuss matters of state any further, myself. Shall we retire to our chambers?”

“Certainly, my emperor. With luck, this will be the first good night of sleep you have in the past eight months. The Lord knows you could use it.”

“Oh, I’m certain I will. Alas there will be no room for luck in our bed, not with you in there to help me.” Venantius teased back; they both had a good laugh at that, and Tia did not resist as Venantius put his arm around her and began setting off for the Byrsa’s imperial bedchamber. As they departed his study, his thoughts turned less to playing between the sheets and more to how the Stilichians might well recover their Vandalic looks through her: though of Mauri descent on both sides of her heritage, little Serena was a pale and blonde toddler – it was now up to God to determine whether her (hopefully) brother would appear much the same way, or take after the swarthier paternal side of his family, where Moor’s blood had drowned out its Vandal counterpart long ago.

It would be fitting, the pretender deemed, that after the self-inflicted calamity that was this ‘Time of Troubles’, Stilicho should come again – in both name and likeness – to one day have a leading role in guiding Rome out of the darkness it had been stumbling in for the past decade.

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[1] A hypothetical Early African Romance rendering of Augustine, based off of the Sardinian ‘Austinu’ on account of that language’s similarity to African Romance (as noted by medieval Arab chroniclers, who were around when it had yet to go extinct, and more modern Spanish & Italian linguists both).

[2] An ancient Berber tribe of the Aurès Mountains. Their most prominent historical representative was Dihya, a late-seventh-century Christian queen who waged a years-long war of resistance against the Rashidun Caliphate after the fall of her predecessor Caecilius (‘Kusaila’) of Altava.
 

stevep

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Interesting chapter and a loving couple but I wonder. It sounds like Venantius has gone straight to bed with his wife, which rather suggests a certain very sensitive letter has been left on a table somewhere. Which could have nasty implications if the information falls into the wrong hands. Although a possible further conflict between the greens and blues could still be favourable to Venantius's cause.

Would be interesting, if he does win this war to see him succeeded by a Stilicho. :)
 

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