ENGLAND 1149 A.D.
Ripe with civil vil war, the once peaceful English countryside is tormented
by trampling armies and thundering hooves, and its grassy knolls are stained
red by fallen knights and serfs. The game's map screen displays the whole
bloody terrrtory and defines the boundaries of feudal lands. It also shows
where castles and garrisons are located, and who lays claim to each
territory (blue shields represent Saxon turf, orange flags represent Norman
holdings. Your homeland is represented by a bold knight on a trusty white
steed). In the upper-left corner of the map screen, you'll see a table.
From there you will select your plan of action : Tournament, Conquest,
Go Raiding, Buy Army, Read Map, Pass.
WHEN HISTORY AND FANTASY WERE ONE
It's a time of legends. A time for heroes. A time of bitter strife, when
great men rise above their peers to perform great deeds. Your liege the king
is dead, the throne vacant. Britain enters a season of destruction, a bitter
winter that can end only when the last brave Saxon Knight lies dead or the
Norman castles lie in heaps ot rubble, emptied of their foul oppressors who
have enslaved your people. It's a time when foreign invaders shall learn the
truths administered by the shining blad Saxon swords. It's a time when
heroes are made and damsels saved.
HOW TO CROWN YOURSELF
Six great lords vie for the English throne; their castles dominate the
island nation. In the south there are the three Norman castles, to the
north, the Saxon fortresses.
Your goal is to crush the three Norman castles, thus claiming the missing
crown. To do so, you must accumulate wealth by conquering lands and raiding
castles. With this stash of cash, you must build armies tor further
conquests and defense of the territories you've already claimed. The other
Saxons are initially your allies, but remember: they want to be king of
England as well.
Historical Background:
ENGLAND 1149 A.D.
Ripe with civil war, the once peaceful English countryside is tormented
by trampling armies and thundering hooves, and its grassy knolls are stained
red by fallen knights and serfs.It's a time of legends. A time for heroes.
A time of bitter strife, when great men rise above their peers to perform
great deeds. Your liege the king is dead, the throne vacant. Britain enters
a season of destruction, a bitter winter that can end only when the last brave
Saxon Knight lies dead or the Norman castles lie in heaps to rubble,
emptied of their foul oppressors who have enslaved your people. It's a
time when foreign invaders shall learn the truths administered by the shining
bland Saxon swords. It's a time when heroes are made and damsels saved.
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