Chapter 82
Czech One, Czech Two
Romanticized Depiction of a Battle between the Slavs and Gepids
657, Nitra [OTL: Nitra, Slovakia]
Aiza knew what they were going to find, even as they crested the hill and stared down into the river valley at the settlement. The fires had burnt out, but even from here he could smell the sickeningly familiar scent of burnt wood and flesh which hung on the air like a faint miasma. A sick feeling welled deep in his gut and and his hand fell to his belly and began to rub it absently. He hoped he wouldn’t become sick in front of the other men.
“Looks like we won’t be buying any amber,” Badwilla said absently, a small smile crossed the large bald man’s face.
“Shut up,” Aiza said, his voice hissed out barely above a whisper. “It looks like who ever did this is long gone, judging from the lack of fires, but we can’t be certain.” He fixed Badwilla with a withering stare and was satisfied when the large man bowed his head.
“Whatever you said boss. We going down there?”
Aiza nodded, “Yup. There may be survivors that we can help.” Even as he said the words, they rang hollow in his own ears – he knew the chances of anyone being alive down there were minimal. “Besides, just in case the bastards who did this are still hanging around, we need to know. I’ll be damned if I lead my caravan into an ambush.”
“You think anyone would be stupid enough to attack a caravan from the Empire?”
That statement was dumb enough that it didn’t even deserve a response, and so Aiza just shrugged. Without saying another word, he spurred on his horse and began the descent down into the valley as the rest of his comrades followed behind.
The trip to the village took only about fifteen minutes, and that was with the party moving as slowly and cautiously as possible. As Aiza led the small band down the hills and closer to the village, the earth began to flatten and the trees grew patchy and soon gave way to farm and pasture lands. Soon, Aiza knew, it would be nearly impossible to remain hidden from anyone still residing in the town. Instinctively, he reached back and patted the bow on his back, knowing full well that he and his men could be struck down before he even had a chance to draw the weapon, if they were ambushed and the shooter was lucky.
Yet, as they drew closer no arrows whistled through the air with their distinctive screams, nor could be detect the sounds of blades being drawn. In fact, there were no sounds at all, save for the babbling of the River Nistra upon whose banks the village stood and the howling of a dog.
The village was surrounded by small wooden fence which, apparently, had done little to prevent the atrocity of taking place. Even this minimal defensive structure had been subjected to desecration, as if the attackers refused to allow even the smallest symbol of defiance to survive unscathed – sections of the fence had been set aflame and others had been viciously beaten and broken down. Aiza frowned as they drew closer and shook his head sadly. “They didn’t stand a chance,” he muttered to no one in particular. The sound of his voice in his own ears roused Aiza from his thoughts and brought him back to attention.
Silently he cursed himself for dropping his guard for even a second, years of military experience from a lifetime prior, barked orders. Obeying them without a second thought, he effortlessly slid from the saddle of his horse and dropped to the ground, hunching over as he did so. He motioned to the three other men with him to do the same, and they did so without a second through. Drawing his bow and making it ready for an emergency he silently made his way past the fense and until the village itself.
Together, he and his men crept into the corpse of the small town. Although the fires had burnt themselves out long ago, the smell of smoke, burnt flesh and death were much stronger here than they had been from upon the valley hill. Bodies littered the alleys between houses and the village common ground, and this caused Aiza to be both overwhelmed by a palpable wave of sadness that threatened to smash into him and drag him down into the depths, as well as a sick pride and sense of satisfaction. “At least they put up a good fight,” he said, “and didn’t go to the slaughter like sheep.”
“What was that, Boss,” Badwilla asked in a whisper.
“I said,” Aiza said, his voice raising in volume, “that they put up a good fight. The villagers I mean. They didn’t win, but they didn’t meekly accept their lot either. Look at that, there,” he said, pointing to an armored figure landing in the grass.
Without waiting for a response, Aiza moved closer. The body lay face down in the grass, its expensive calvery armor covered in brown dried blood. As he came closer, a cloud of black flies swarmed up from the body and made their escape from the interlopers. Aiza coughed, and sputtered a cursed as he threw his arms up to drive the black demons away. Then he took his foot and with a kick far more savage than it needed to be, he flipped the corpse over. Blank white eyes stared out from a swollen face that was already turning black from decay, casting their blind gaze up to the sky.
“Couldn’t even be bothered to bury their own,” Aiza said, a black ball of bile building in his heart as he said the words. “That means they were in a hurry and this was a lightening raid. We’re safe, or, at least, should be. Whoever did this is long gone. And if they weren’t, we likely have been dead a long time back. I doubt anyone who does this,” and then to illustrate his point, he cast his arm out in a wide arc to take in the expanse of the town, “would have any trouble in engaging in treachery and ambushing us.”
“But who did this,” Badwilla asked.
“Gepids,” Aiza said. “When I fought with Duke Erwig against Prince Theodebert, there were Gepids amongst our foes. I’d recognize their armor anywhere, after the things I saw them due when I fought for Erwig. Bastards.” That last word formed itself nearly effortlessly upon his lips, and he spat it out like a man does a wad of bitter phlem coughed up from the lungs. A wave of fear and panic washed over him as he remembered the sights and sounds of the Gepid calavery charge upon his position, years ago. He remembered lying wounded, and seeing the things they did to the bodies of his comrades while he did his best to hide under the corpses of now-dead friends.
“But,” Badwilla said, “Why? We know that they extort tribute from the Slavic tribes here, but why would they slaughter an entire village like this?”
Aiza swallowed a laugh – for all of the large man’s reputation as a brawler and toughman, he had never seen service in any military. He might be rough hewn, but there remained a niavity to him which still amazed Aiza. “Because, they were sending a message. If I had to reckon, I’d guess that the fair people of this village didn’t pay their tribute; either because they couldn’t, or because they refused. Either way it amounted to the same thing. The Gepids came here and wiped the place out to the last man to send a warning to the other tribes and villages nearby. They took the women and children as slaves, beat down the men of fighting age, and then slaughtered the elderly and anyone else they couldn’t take back with them.”
The words he spoke were matter of fact, but the tone was deeply bitter, betraying the rage he felt building within himself. All of this, Aiza calmly noted, as if the words and emotions were coming from somewhere, someone, else. He felt separated from himself, almost as if he were watching his own actions like they were being performed by an actor in a play. No one was more shocked than he, when he pulled down his trousers, grabbed his member and let flow a stream of piss onto the face of the dead Gepid warrior.
“Why did I do that,” he absently wondered to himself. And the answer came back immediately – an overpowering rage which pounded in his temples and caused his vision to momentarily blur. Rage! These people had been innocent. Innocent. They might have been heathens, and there were many back in the Gothreik that might have called them barbarians, but they had been human, had been good. They had been innocent. He felt a scream building in his chest and clamped it down with only the greatest of effort so that it escaped from his clenched teeth as a high pitch whistle of air, and was followed by the sound of air sucked back in through that same clenched jaw. Whistle, suck, whistle, suck. He repeated the pattern until slowly the red heat left his cheeks and some measure of calm and control returned to him.
Hitching his trousers up again, Aiza looked at his two companions who stared back at him, mouths agape and worried expressions painted upon their faces. “What,” he asked in his best approximation of his normal voice, a mimic of a wry smile upon his lips, “I really had to go and didn’t have the chance.” They didn’t say anything, their eyes casting over him as one does at a well trusted dog which has just begun to snarl.
He waved them off with his hand and walked away, deep in thought. Something had to be done to stop this from happening again. He has been trading in these lands for years now – ever since he took his final payment for his services to Duke Erwig and invested them in a wagon, goods, and a sellsword and set off to make his life as a merchant far to the north of the Empire and away from its wars, its treachery, and its barbarism masked as civilization. He knew the Gepids bled the region of its gold. The Slavs made easy targets; most were simple farmers, their villages were largely independent, and their position along the famed amber road meant that wealth flowed through the land. Easy pickings for an amibitious warlord or king – and the older he got the less Aiza saw a differene between the two. But even the worst of the Gepids had never planned a campaign of wholesale slaughter.
“So, uh, Boss, what do we do?”
Aiza looked up at Badwilla and sighed. “We do what we can. No one’s coming back here. They’re long gone. So we are going back to the caravan tonight and camping. We’ll set up a double watch, just to be careful. Even if the Gepids are gone that doesn’t mean that there aren’t brigands in the area. We can’t afford to let our guard down. Then, tomorrow, we all come back here and we give the dead a proper burial. The Slavs they,” he trailed off as if in thought for a second and then said, “they cremate their dead. We’ll pile the bodies in the largest building that’s still standing and set it afire.”
“But, uh, the Church won’t like that. My priest once told me that the only proper burial is in the ground. Only pagans burn their dead.”
Anger shot through Aiza once again, and Badwilla must have seen it because he lurched back as if stung. Had he ever seen Badwilla scared before? It didn’t matter. “Let me be clear, right here and right now. I couldn’t give two shits for what the Church will or won’t allow. First, these people here aren’t Christian, and we’ll respect them the way they’d want us two. Second of all, the Church and their God didn’t lift a finger to stop the slaughter when we rode against Theodemir and his Lombard and Gepid allies. If he can’t be bothered to intervene then, I doubt he’s gonna do so much as glance in our direction when we burn the dead.”
Badwilla’s jaw dropped for the second time in just a few minutes and he hurriedly crossed himself and mouthed a prayer.
It was their third companion, Totila who spoke next – for the first since since they had caught wiff of what was head of them. “And what do we do if we find any more Gepids? I’m afraid we don’t have enough water to pee on them all.” At that Totila, who was older than the other two men barked out a laugh at his own wit.
“We let them rot,” Aiza said, the potent finality dripping from the words. “We let them rot like they deserve.” And then he smiled, and it was a horrid thing; the sort of smile he had rarely had since the war, “But, if you do happen to imbibe too much wine tonight. Well. Don’t let it go to waste, eh?” And then he laughed himself.
“Now, let’s get a move on. We have to get back to camp before its too late. And after we deal with the dead tomorrow we go to the next village to warn them. I don’t know if the Gepids intend to try this again on any village in their path, but we owe everyone a duty to warn everyone we can.”
And that was that. Badwilla and Totilla simply nodded as if their boss had just told them to go and clean the mess dishes. As they trode back to their horses, Aiza turned and allowed himself one last look back the desecrated ground. In his mind he saw the carnage as it must have played out, interspliced with memories from his own time in the war. “This won’t happen again,” he said to whatever ghosts might be listening, “I promise you that. You will be avenged.” [FN1]
“Strange in a Strange Land: King Aiza and the Founding of the Kingdom of Moravia” In
Journal Restoration Era Studies. Volume XXXXIII Issue 1 (2000)
By: Dobromil Sluhaveles
If stories are to be believed, the ethnogenesis of the Moravian people came sometime during the midpoint of the 7th century – scholars have placed it anywhere between the the years 645 and 660 – when representatives of various local Slavic villages and tribes gathered to form an alliance of defense against the Gepid peoples to the South. Known to history and national myth as the Council of the Tribes, though the exact location of this council if it even occurred remains lost to memory, the instigation for the meeting had been a particularly vicious series of Gepid raids into the lands of northern neighbors. At this Council, a particularly unlikely man arose as a prominent leader and would be elected first as War Leader and, later, King.
Aiza, the protogeniture of the Aizarid dynasty, was not a native Slav. Instead, we are told, he was a merchant and native of the Gothic Empire who had become well known in the region due to his activities as a trader. However, he won some regard in organizing the population of several neighboring villages in repelling a Gepid attack and used the popularity of this action in organizing the Council to coordinate the defense of the region. Likely, he already possessed connections to local tribal elites as a result of his occupation as a merchant, and he may have been considered to be an ideal candidate due to the fact that, as a foreigner, he would have possessed no power base, making his overreaching of authority unlikely. What is surprising is that this unlikely candidate would not only lead the Slavic defenses, but would become a staunch defender of the culture and rights and even win a decisive victory against an army sent by Thorismund, the ruler of his own nation.
Unfortunately, despite the importance that Aiza and his descendants have had in the formation of the modern identity of the Moravian nation, we have precious little that was written about him during the time of his own life. The only extant documentation to illustrate the life of King Aiza is a few scant references within the Gepid Chronical as well as an extended narrative, which cumulates in the Battle of Bergberg found in Hunuil of Nizza’s questionable biography of Emperor Thorismund the Good. Sigisbairht, usually the go-to source for those seeking detailed information about Gothic Empire during the the Early and Middle periods offers little, as his account is clearly taken directly from Hunuil and offers little independent information save coloring.
This is unfortunate because the sheer importance of King Aiza to the Moravians as their founding father, means that numerous legends began to spring up around life, likely, during his own lifetime and soon after his death. From the founding of the Kingdom of Moravia to the modern day, the nation exists in many ways as a frontier nation, and its history has been dominated by its position as a crossroads where several cultural and political zones meet. Due to the importance of Aiza, this has meant that his image has been consistently reworked to meet the political, religious and cultural needs of the nation. As a result, several different King Aizas have emerged over the centuries and it the work of Historians to wade through these different accounts in the search for truth. For instance, in the realm of religion, Hunuil of Nizza depicts a Gothic merchant who forsook the religion of his people to war against godly Christians as well as to saite his lusts by marrying eight different Slavic women and siring nearly 20 children (and scandalous number of wives, even for te polyamorous Gothic rulers of the era). Three generations later, when Aiza’s grandson, Svatopluk embraced conversion to Christianity from Constantinople, efforts were made to recast the dynasty’s founder of a pious Christian ruler who held fast to his faith despite the pagan nature of his followers. Then, in the 9th century, when Moravia fell under the influence of the Theutish Empire, Aiza was once again recast as an opponent to Christianity and a defender of the traditional faith of his Slavic followers.
With the ideological lenses which Aiza was viewed through from the very beginning of his reign, what can the despairing historian say with any certainty? Surprisingly, the answer is: quite a bit. For instance, all of the earliest sources agree with Aiza was an independent merchant who plied his trade both within the Gothic Empire as well as the Slavic lands which became the Kingdom of Moravia. We know that the prosperous Amber Road passed through the region, linking the Baltic lands to the North with the lands of the Empire in the South. Although it is conjuncture, it is likely that Aiza was involved with the Amber trade; possibly bringing gold, weapons and goods from the Gothic Empire north in exchange for amber and furs. This would have put him in a advantageous position to establish relationships with many of the tribal and village leaders throughout the Slavic regions. We also know that he fought in what later became known as the Kunis Wars, especially in the wars between Emperor Theodebert II and Queen Adela and Duke Erwig. Later tradition states that he served under the Duke, but this information is not recorded under the reign of his Grandson and so, although its certainly plausible, we cannot say it with any certainty.
Furthermore, all of the accounts, contemporary, early and later, agree that Aiza came upon the ruins of a village which had suffered at the hands of Gepid raiders, and this sparked his crusade to clear the land of invaders. We know from outside sources that the Gepids often vassalized tribal leaders of their Slavic neighbors to the North, extracting tribute from them, and raided those who would not submit. Furthermore, the decades of the 650 and 660s were periods of intense unrest within the Kingdom of the Gepids as the four sons of King Mundo II vied with eachother for control of the Kingdom. This period of civil war and unrest not only allowed the northern Slavs to declare their independence, but it also allowed local Gepid warlords to raid and plunder the Slavic lands without constraint by their overlords. In fact, the Gepid Chronicle lists a particularly devastating raid which sallied North in 657 under command of one Hangistreiks Cunimund, which possibly is the raid which Aiza was initially responding too, though the Chronicle does not record a defeat on the part of Cusimund’s forces which would line up with the stories of Aiza rising to prominence due to such a victory. [FN2]
We also know that some Council of the Tribes was called and at this gathering Aiza was elected to be a Warleader, and that he did not assume the title of King until following his victory at Burgbuerg, which we can confidently date to the year 663. At the time, Aiza’s Kingdom was likely centered upon what would become the Duchy of Nitra and it was only following his victory of Burbburg an assumption of the title of King that he was able to add the Czech tribes to his Confederation. And it would not be until the reigns of his son and grandson that the political center of the kingdom permanently shifted towards the region of Moravia, giving the Kingdom its name.
It can therefore be assumed that the Battle of Burgburg is the central event of importance for the establishment of King Aiza’s realm. Certainly, based on what we can ascertain from sources, it seemed so for his foreign contemporaries. Now, it seems safe to turn our attention towards the account of Hunuil of Nizza in his biography of King Thorismund. Here we are told that in the year 662, word reached the imperial court in Ravenna of a new ‘strongman’ that had arised to the North and who was harassing their Gepid allies. In the typical fashion of Hunuil, the author states that rumors had actually reached the ears of Thorismund a year earlier, but he chose to ignore them, until an ambassador of the Gepids – then ruled by Mundo’s third son, Thrasaric – complaining of the threat and begging the Gothic Emperor for assistance. The Gepid ambassador told terrible tales of the deeds of Slavs who raided deep into Gepid lands and then repulsed any and all efforts to chastise them.
At this point, Thorismund seems to have been shamed into action. Hunuil records a, possibly fictitious, scene where the ambassador recounts the assistance that the Gepids gave to Thosimund’s own Father. The author than states that “he [Thorismund] was a brute and the most unchristian of men. But he was no coward, for whenthe Good Lord had been forging his ancestors, it was declared that no Son of Amal would ever lack in the manly virtues. So, upon hearing thesechastizing words, Thorismund felt grave shame and he vowed to send an ambassador north to ascertain the threat and come to the truth in this disagreement.”
The Ambassador that Thorismund chose was his nephew Amalaric (the text clearly states the familial relationship, but does not indicate who Amalaric’s Father was). Amalaric put together a delegation and traveled North to the court of Aiza, where the account stated “they were treated in a disrespectful manner. No sooner had they arrived at the Court than they were handed rough sewn hides and furs. They were then told to put these on, for ‘Reiks Aiza wil only see those who are dressed as civilized Slavs and not in the garb of rough barbarians.’” They apparently did so, with many complaints, and were then kept waiting for many hours. When they were finally ushered in to see the Reiks, he was flanked by his several wives who witnessed the discussion. When the Goths complained about the presence of the women, Aiza stated “It is well known that the Goths complied with the rule of a woman [Queen Adela] and so it should be no shock to them that we Slavs also see fit to take their insight into consideration.” Whether this was a practice of the region’s early Slavs – which is unlikely - or simply a ploy to further offend the Goths, it worked to further the agitation felt by the diplomats. By end of the next day, Almalaric and his delegation had departed and were on the return trip to Ravenna, having been fed a “breakfast of the most foul gruel by their hosts, having been told that the watery grain and salted gristle helped keep Slavic warriors strong and lusting for battle.” [FN3]
The question nor arises; what did Aiza hope to accomplish by this display. He had already begun his campaign to defend his lands against the Gepids and insulting the Gothic ambassadors in such a way assured that he would face two foes instead of one. Several options present themselves. First, he way of wished to engage in the display to actually dissuade the Goths from attacking, by highlighting the supposed poverty and backwardness of his adopted people. But, if in this was the case, he badl misguided. This option, however, does not right true, as he was himself a Goth and would have possessed some idea of how the Gothic Emperor would respond to an imperial relative being disrespected in such a manner. The Second option is that Aiza wished to suppress discontent amongst the Slavic peoples by openly and dramatically breaking with his background by insulting the Gothic ambassadors, effectively showing all that he had no home in the Gothreik to return to and that his fate was firmly tied to his adopted people. Third, we can hypothesize that he was so confident of his coalition that he was openly antagonizing the Goths, hoping to secure a crushing victory which would secure his power and position amongst the Slavs and forge them into a nation. Fourth and finaly, we can accept later stories as fact that Aiza served under Duke Erwig and the Slavic ruler possessed a gruge against not only the Gepids, but also the heir of the man who had defeated his Lord in battle. In realtity, the answer is probably a mix of several of these different scenarios.
No matter the thoughts of the fledgling Slavic warlord, soon to turn King, his actions caused a firestorm within the Court of Emperor Thorismund the Good. Despite the reputation of Thorismund as a drunkard and playboy, he had brought stability to the Goths during his reign and turned back what major threats that had emerged. The thought of a Goth who had allied with pagan barbarians against his own people must have infuroriated the Emperor. We are told by Hunuil that, “Thorismund was given to great wroth at the treatment of his nephew by the sinner Aiza. Though a wicked man himself, he viewed many man who turned away from the Light of Christ, the Divinely Created, as a threat not only to the Empire but to the world itself. For, should a Christiran be able to embrace Pagan gods and disrespect Christ’s vice-regent upon Earth, then it made a mockery of not only the Empire but also the Will of God.” He soon dispatched envoys to the King of the Gepids and agreed to an alliance for the following campaign season.
In 633, a Gothic army under the command of Thorismund himself traveled North to meet with a larger force lead by the Gepid King Thrasaric. Although our sources are vague as to the site of the Battle of Burgburg, they clearly state that the combined forces of the Goths and Gepids traveled North through Pannonia to the place where the Danube and the Morava Rivers converge. This would place them roughly in the territory around the modern day city of Ladislawskyhrad [OTL Bratislav], but alternative sites have been given, including the city of Brun and, much less likely, Rip Mountain which is located far away from both the Danube of the Marava. [FN4]
We are told in contemporary sources, as well as the legends and tales of later eras, that the Goths and Gepids encountere a region where Aiza had erected a series of fortresses, the tallest of which existed upon a a hill or mountain – and here we once again we must give credence to the traditional view that the battle occurred somewhere near Ladislawskhrad, the western edges of the Carpathian Mountains bein on the outskirts of the modern city. Thorismund and Thrasaric attempted tobesiege each of the seven fortresses in turn, but soon found themselves outmaneuvered and overwhelmed. The Battle of Burgburg was to last for three days, but by its end, Thrasaric was dead and Thorismund and his forces were left retreating south, harried and harassed by Slavic paristans their entire way. This would prove to be the greatest defeat of Thorisund’s reign. Although no formal treaty seems to have been concluded betweenthe Slavs and their Southern foes, the war was all but over. Thrasaric’s death threw the Gepid kingdom into further turmoil as his younger brother attempted to sieze the throne, and Thorismund sulked back home where he tried to put the experience behind him as feuding between his many sons quickly diverted his attention from the Empire’s northern border.
As for Aizar, the Battle of Burgburg secured his position amongst the Slavs. The prestige allowed him to be elected King, and increase his authority. Shortly thereafter he was able to add the Czech tribes to his confederation, and probably several of the southern Lechian tribes. He would spend the rest of his life raiding against the Gepids as well as invading the lands of the Bavarians who’s eastern marches contained many Slavic peoples. He would eventually die in bed, in 681 was succeeded by his son Miroslav.
Aizarid Dynasty would rule, growing rich on the Amber trade and acting as a bulwark against the expansion of the Gepids, Bavarians and Goths, until the disruptions of the Theut in the 9th century. During this time, the would eventually forego their devotion to the traditional paganism of the people they ruled and invite Orthodox missionaries into the realm during the 8th century under Aiza’s grandson Ladislaw. However, even here, the peculiar dynamics of the dynasty showed themselves, as they refused to accept the Arian Christianity of Goths and Gepids, as well as the Orthodoxy of the Roman Pope who must have been seen as a shadow of his former power following the Ruination, and instead accepted the influence of the Orthodoxy of Constantinople, allying themselves for a time with the Emperor of the East and not the West.
[FN1] Aiza’s experiences serving under Duke Erwig were not the most positive. Aiza was the younger son of a Gothic freeman and did not stand to inherit much land. As many did in this situation, he took up service to the local lord, Adela’s chief ally, Duke Erwig. As a result, as a young man, he fought for Erwig against Theodebert II first for Queen Adela, and later during the Duke’s service to the King of the Suebi. However, following Erwig’s defeat, he left many of the common soldiers behind, Aiza amongst them – a fact that engendered no small amount of bitterness in the young man. Aiza took Theodebert’s offer of general amnesty as did most of the remaining soldiers of Erwig, and took what earnings he had saved and invested them into a caravan business trading between the Empire and the northern tribes. In the years since, he has grown moderately well off.
[FN2] Basically, an attempt to create an Eastern German compound which would mean “Horse Lord”, with Reiks being the established ATL term for Duke amongst the Goths and their Eastern Gothic brethren and the first part coming from Hangistaz, the Proto-German word for Stallion and congrate with the Old English Hengest (and, the compound being similar to, but not a cognate, with the OTL term Henchman). Sadly, I’m not entirely sure what the Gothic form of Hengest was after some research. I’m operating under the assumption that written and, thereby, ‘official’ Gepidic hasn’t diverged much from Gothic yet, despite the large Slavic substrata which is emerging in the spoken language during this time.
[FN3] At this point, I think that it’s the time to admit that much of this chapter is actually inspired by a real life character known as Samo who forged a coalition of Slavic tribes into an ‘empire’ during the reign of Dagobert of the Franks. Like Aiza, Samo was a Merchant of his respective people who went native and defeated an army sent by his former King. Also, like Aiza, Samo was elected to fight a foreign foe 0 in his case that foe was the Avars. Since the Gepids control the same region as the Avars did in OTL and have become expert horse-lords, it seemed probable that they also would raid and try to establish dominance over the Slavs to their North. And, really, the story of Samo is just so unique and outstanding, that I had to work elements of it into this TL. Mind you, although there are distinct similarities between Aiza and Samo, there are also noticeable differences (the size of the realms, for instance. Aiza’s Kingdom is more concentrated that Samo’s Empire. Also, whereas Samo’s realm disintegrated after his death, it has already been established that Aiza’s kingdom will continue for some time).
[FN4] This suggestion of the Rip Mountain being the sight of the Battle of Burgburg was theory of a Moravian Yearningist scholar who believed that Hunuil’s description of the army’s movements was tailored by political motivations. By making it seem as is Thorismund’s forces had traveled more shallowly into the realm of Aiza, it humiliated the Emperor. He also pointed ot numerous legends surrounding Rip Mountain, including stories of major battles, to propose that the Gepids and Goths had penetrated further into the Slavic lands than was initially reported. He also pointed out that the name of the battle, Burgburg, could indicate a fortress on a mountain, and that Rip Mountain was one of the most prominent hills of the Eastern extends of the Moravian lands. He was, of course, mistaken. But it hasn’t kept a memorial to King Aiza being placed at the crown of Rip Mountain and for certain schools of scholars and nationalists still proposing it to this day.
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Okay, this one was just fun to write. I'd have my mind on writing an ATL equivalent of Samo's Empire for some time and was just waiting to turn my attention to the northern borders of the Empire. As mentioned in the footnotes, the IRL story was too good not to riff off of and include herein, because it's one of those stories that, if we didn't have documentary proof, some would claim it was completely fabricate or else ASB. It also serves my purpose by showing that the people who surround the borders of the Empire are not simply a grey space on the map labeled 'barbarians' and that they are, in fact, being influenced by the events occurring in the Western and Eastern Empire and reacting to these events as best we could.
Why does Aiza's Kingdom prove longer lasting than Samo's? Well, part of that is luck and political abilities but, the bigger consideration is that the two major threats (the Gepids and the Goths and, of course, to a lesser extent the Bavarians) are closer and a bit stronger than their counterparts that Samo faced in OTL.
I believe the next chapter will focus on the reign of Thorismund's sons with a special focus on the developments within the lands of Senatorial Italy. As we move closer to the reign of the previously mentioned Theodoric II, I'm also going to want to turn my attention to the Franks and Saxons for reasons that will soon become very obvious.
That being said, I'm not sure when the next chapter will follow. Currently I'm packing up my apartment and will be spending the next two week pretty much working on that and on the move dealing with last minute things. I officially leave my apartment on January 4th and fly out for Scotland on the 8th (if I can get another chapter in during that period, all the better, but I'm not hopeful) and after that I suspect I'll be taking some days to get settled and prepped for my newest adventure. But I promise that this break will not be as long as previous ones - I'm too geared up and biting at the bit to write about the Ruination(!) - but please give me a few weeks to get settled. On a side note, any good vibes you can send my way would be greatly appreciated - I'm still waiting on my student visa and though I'm pretty confident I'll get it, the deadline of my flight is looming ever closer!
Oh yeah, any comments and questions are welcomed. Seriously; lets get more than two or three responses here