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Episode II: Raids and Plunder, as well as Future Dreams
Character: Gyula Jeno Jeno of Magyar and the Jeno Clan
Years 782-785
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Gyula Jeno meets with the tribal chiefs
Jeno, the first prince of the Magyar Confederation, assembled the tribal chiefs to decide the future of the Magyar. They had ridden across eastern europe, raiding and pillaging as they saw fit. They had captured loot, rare artifacts, wealth, and women. Jeno's son, Deszo, had come of age and even led some of the raids. His other son, Elek, was a member of the Great Host, a holy army fighting for the Tengri faith. Also present were Tibor of the Tarjan clan, son of Tarjan who had recently died, Soma of the Somogy clan., and Domotor of the Doha clan. Chiefs of lesser tribes were also present, but their voices were not as important.
They stood atop the ruins of old Kiev to establish the direction in which they would travel. They had raided for years, but it was time to expand their domain, as the population was growing.
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Tibor wanted to go east, to the great steppes of their ancestors. The sky, he claimed, was wide and powerful there, and the ground would tremble beneath their hooves.
Soma and Domotor wanted to go south, to the decadent kingdom of Bulgaria, where they would oust the fat Bolghars and sit at the doorstep of the Romans. There, they claimed, were riches beyond their wildest imaginations. It was no surprise that Domotor and Soma ruled the smallest tribes, and thus saw the south as a way to expand their domain, being the two southernmost tribes.
Jeno's son wanted to go north, to the great wild lands where the woods stretched for miles and miles around. There, he said, they could finally settle, and build a land of their own.
Jeno was tired and depressed. Life just didn't seem to mean as much to him anymore. His favorite warhorse had died. His favorite concubine had died. Raiding and riches just didn't offer the same joys they used to. He agreed with his son, publically, to support him in his efforts to be the next Gyula, but in fact, he hardly cared anymore.
Even as they rode north to raid and survey the lands they would take in future conquests, he found himself slipping away. Not even subjugating the Severians could cheer him up.
The source of his depression was his mortality. He feared death. He feared what it would mean and what might come after he joined Tengri. He had searched for anything that might help him live longer. He drank strange elixirs, he covered himself in mystic oils and smoked incense. All of it for nothing, until one day, when a strange, dark-skinned woman named Aoua appeared. She claimed to know the secret. Jeno was surprised, but at this point he would settle for anything. She stayed, and in time, they became close. It was not long before Aoua stayed in Jenos chambers. Many said they were simply having an affair, but in truth, they were trying to learn the secrets of eternal life.
They never discovered it, but did discover some other things. The result was a child, named Jeno, after his father. The older Jenos joy was stifled, however, as he had contracted consumption. His physician, a mystic, had some odd ideas on how to heal it, including amputating Jenos right hand. When the consumption continued, the physician was promptly executed.
This tratement ended up being his end, however. His right hand was his fighting hand, and he had never been very good with a left handed sword. In a coming battle against a Volhynian chieftain, Jeno was caught unawares by the enemy warlord and, hampered by his handicap, was promptly dispatched in battle.
Deszo, the heir apparent, would then lead the Magyar. He took his father to the mountains to bury him.
Character: Gyula Jeno Jeno of Magyar and the Jeno Clan
Years 782-785
Gyula Jeno meets with the tribal chiefs
Jeno, the first prince of the Magyar Confederation, assembled the tribal chiefs to decide the future of the Magyar. They had ridden across eastern europe, raiding and pillaging as they saw fit. They had captured loot, rare artifacts, wealth, and women. Jeno's son, Deszo, had come of age and even led some of the raids. His other son, Elek, was a member of the Great Host, a holy army fighting for the Tengri faith. Also present were Tibor of the Tarjan clan, son of Tarjan who had recently died, Soma of the Somogy clan., and Domotor of the Doha clan. Chiefs of lesser tribes were also present, but their voices were not as important.
They stood atop the ruins of old Kiev to establish the direction in which they would travel. They had raided for years, but it was time to expand their domain, as the population was growing.
Tibor wanted to go east, to the great steppes of their ancestors. The sky, he claimed, was wide and powerful there, and the ground would tremble beneath their hooves.
Soma and Domotor wanted to go south, to the decadent kingdom of Bulgaria, where they would oust the fat Bolghars and sit at the doorstep of the Romans. There, they claimed, were riches beyond their wildest imaginations. It was no surprise that Domotor and Soma ruled the smallest tribes, and thus saw the south as a way to expand their domain, being the two southernmost tribes.
Jeno's son wanted to go north, to the great wild lands where the woods stretched for miles and miles around. There, he said, they could finally settle, and build a land of their own.
Jeno was tired and depressed. Life just didn't seem to mean as much to him anymore. His favorite warhorse had died. His favorite concubine had died. Raiding and riches just didn't offer the same joys they used to. He agreed with his son, publically, to support him in his efforts to be the next Gyula, but in fact, he hardly cared anymore.
Even as they rode north to raid and survey the lands they would take in future conquests, he found himself slipping away. Not even subjugating the Severians could cheer him up.
The source of his depression was his mortality. He feared death. He feared what it would mean and what might come after he joined Tengri. He had searched for anything that might help him live longer. He drank strange elixirs, he covered himself in mystic oils and smoked incense. All of it for nothing, until one day, when a strange, dark-skinned woman named Aoua appeared. She claimed to know the secret. Jeno was surprised, but at this point he would settle for anything. She stayed, and in time, they became close. It was not long before Aoua stayed in Jenos chambers. Many said they were simply having an affair, but in truth, they were trying to learn the secrets of eternal life.
They never discovered it, but did discover some other things. The result was a child, named Jeno, after his father. The older Jenos joy was stifled, however, as he had contracted consumption. His physician, a mystic, had some odd ideas on how to heal it, including amputating Jenos right hand. When the consumption continued, the physician was promptly executed.
This tratement ended up being his end, however. His right hand was his fighting hand, and he had never been very good with a left handed sword. In a coming battle against a Volhynian chieftain, Jeno was caught unawares by the enemy warlord and, hampered by his handicap, was promptly dispatched in battle.
Deszo, the heir apparent, would then lead the Magyar. He took his father to the mountains to bury him.