I want to hear about the worst (virtual) lives that you’ve lived in ck2 and ck3!
I’ll start by telling you about Duke Giovanni the Unfortunate. I was a small Italian duke up by Verona. My father had died when I was 5, so I had been ruling from a young age over a generally stable land. It was quiet and kind of dull, but I got my education from my mother (who would later be tortured to death after being captured by raiders. By my 20’s, I found myself with a powerful bargaining chip: my wife (traditionally married) had a strong claim on the Italian throne as a close relative of the former king. Naturally I made some alliances, built up an army, and declared war to put her on top by the time I was about 30.
I rp’d this war in a pretty fun way: I acted as if my wife, as the future queen (hopefully) was leading the war effort, and I was simply a major ally providing troops and strategic input. With my high martial skill, I was leading the future queen’s main army as a commander. A few years into the war I caught the Italian forces off guard during a major river crossing and massacred their main forces. The war was basically one! One problem though: my character had been horribly wounded during the battle. The resulting treatment from my physician saved my life from infection, but lost me my leg.
No problem though! It was all worth it. The love of my life would take the throne! 98% warscore… 99%… SHE DIED OF GREAT POX. FUCK.
Turns out she got great pox from FUCKING THE KING, HER UNCLE. This guy wanted to go further than just cucking me and inadvertently killing my wife, though. When my claimant war ended after the death, he threw me in his dungeon and maimed me for my crimes. I now had 0 legs. My character lived another year before the combined effects of crippling depression, brutal injuries, and a poorly timed illness killed him. His 3-year-old son took the throne.
The family would eventually go on to take Italy, form Italia, and go on to claim all the lands once held by Charlemagne. But I’ll never forget Giovanni and his terrible, terrible life and death.
My run rn. Greek Nestorian Socotra 867 start. By third generation I had a guy with genius and midas touched. Inherited the duchy by age 8 and by age 26, he had built up Socotra itself as well as it could be with such low development and hostile neighbors and had had 4 kids, 3 of them males, as well as taken two counties in Yemen, of different duchies. While the younger two males had inherited some of their parent’s mind and physique, the eldest only had the title as an inheritance.
Age 30 he had a stroke, died a few months after, and his eldest inherited the throne. That child became a very average ruler, against intelligent and attractive brothers who I had erroneously given counties before the stroke. Kid had to put down both their brothers, who died in the dungeon.
The mother, who had served faithfully as regent and later served as seneschal, died a melancholic, irritable drunk not long after, hating the one child that had survived and hadn’t been married off.