The Araldyana Timeline

Oh god DAMN IT. Why did you kill them off?! Things were going so well for Britannia, and now all that hard work is crumbling apart? PISCHOVINSKI!!!

I am very sorry but history has its ups and downs ;) believe me Britannia will come back. Unfortunatly i couldn't comment earlier, I was sick :(

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Britannia:
Roman Britannia sunk into chaos after the events of 398: Ambrosius’ and Severinus’ empire claims the whole of Roman Britain and actually of the rest empire. They are lucky if they can succeed with dominating the island. The northern border was left by the Saxon troops and so was Ordovicium in the west of the island. The Saxons are moving friendlier areas in the south. Around Londinium a second Emperor rose to power: Basiliscus. He gained power after the most of Serenus’ troops and fleet left to support Serenus’ Regnum Romanorum. The wandering Saxons are probably a much bigger threat to Basiliscus’ position than his northern rivals. Also some minor factions emerged on the island since Serenus left: the region of Cantium and the land south of the delta of the Sabriana are in the hands of sympathizers of Serenus. The most eastern region of Britain is controlled by a man named Valentinus. He told Ambrosius and also Basiliscus that he would stay loyal but loyal to who? The island is a complicated mess.


Gallia:
The north of Gallia is dominated by the many petite Frankish kingdoms. Some of them are allied to Serenus’ Kingdom. They are busy with internal fights and could never really be united under one ruler. The offspring of the once mighty king Sigiric fight together in the union of Tornacum to gain domination over the other kings. South of the Franks, Serenus controls his Roman domain. The western part, Aremorica, is the most loyal one and was already ruled for many years by Serenus’ father Eucherius. Some areas in the realm enjoy some kind of autonomy: Colonia, the city is governing itself more or less, and the land at the Ligara that were freed by its population. Serenus’ brother-in-law the Saxon Luitgard rules over his tribe and advanced recently south of the Ligara to fight the Goths, which are busy in the south. At the Rhenus the Burgundians live. Their once united kingdom collapsed two years ago and they also lost their land at the Danubius. At the Arar/Saône valley the troops of Aemilius stand against all odds. Their leader is still loyal to the old Britannian emperor but doesn’t know what is happening on the island. Sooner or later his realm will fall to Serenus or the Alemannians. Latter control the Alps and Raetia. A few little kingdoms are controlling the southern Alpine passes; the rest of the land is divided between Northern and Southern Alemannia. The southern king gave his oldest son the command about the Gallian army and the land at Rhodanus to govern, whereas the king himself is leading troops to Italia. The South of Gallia is dominated by the Goths. Like his father, Himivin, Theodavin did the mistake of neglecting the northern border. The king couldn’t stop the Silingian Vandals as they marched through his land but he could secure the most of the devastated land. Nevertheless Gothic presence east of the Alps is very weak.

Hispania:
The Goths are advancing at the eastern coast, the Huns on the western. Latter were settled here after the Romans defeated Ultzindur and reconquered Constantinopolis and Roma. North of the Huns Saxons control Galicia but are unable to expand further. In the mountains many Romano-Cantabrian statelets are controlling the land. Here the Imperial presence was always pretty weak and the Cantabrians governed themselves for many decades. Only the far south is still under Imperial control.

Italia and Africa:
The north of Italia is controlled by general Avitus who acts in the name of Emperor Alexander. Alexander’s father Theodosius is the emperor of the east. The most of the peninsula and of Africa is in the hands of the Vandals. They appointed a powerless emperor to cement their alliance. The Silingian Vandals control Italia but have a hard time securing the land north of the Apennine Mountains. The older and mightier kingdom is the Hasdingian Vandal-Kingdom of Carthago. Since the foundation of the kingdom several decades have passed but with the decades also the rule over most Mauretanian tribes passed away. Especially in the west the Mauretanians are not anymore under Vandal authority. Emperor Petronius Probus is a Vandal prisoner in the city of Roma. The city is not part of one of the Vandal kingdoms but its ports are controlled by the Silingi.

The East:
In what was once Pannonia two Hunnic groups founded independent states and so did the Germanic Rugii. The most of the Huns are still united under their king Ultzindur, but his empire got smaller in the last years. In the moment he has to fight Transcarpathian statelets and warlords which broke free from his rule. Their population is very divers and consist of Romans, Goths, Huns, Alans, Gepids and many other peoples. The Crimea is controlled by a Gothic group. The Bosporian Kingdom is their vassal. In the Caucasus region Armenia is the strongest power, runner up is the expanding Iberia. Armenia was freed from Persian rule by the Romans in the 420s.

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I wonder how the Hispanic Huns are adapting to their new homeland. Luistania is known as a mediterranean climate with warm to hot, dry summers and mild to cool, wet winters. A small eastern portion of their realm is actual steppe, but the majority of the region is rolling plains with sparse forests and timber, and actual fertile soil, especially around the Tagus river basin. Snowfall does also occur in the northern and central parts of Lusitania, usually around December to March. In short a very ideal region for Hunnic settlement, pastoral or not.

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The biodiversity of Lusitania is also distinct from that of the Pontic steppe. The trees grown here include Pine, Oak, Chestnut, and Eucalyptus, all prized for their economic value. There is also a broad range of mammalia, including fox, badger, Iberian lynx, Iberian Wolf, wild goat (Capra pyrenaica), wild cat (Felis silvestris), hare, weasel, polecat, chameleon, mongoose, civet, and brown bear. There are giant Catfish in the Tagus river basin, and upwelling along the west coast of Lusitania makes the sea extremely rich in nutrients and diverse species of marine fish; the Lusitanian marine waters are one of the richest in the world, with marine fish such as Sardines, Tuna and Atlantic Mackerel. For the Huns to not start taking advantage of the local wildlife, as well as to start fishing and sailing the abundant waters of the Atlantic would be an act of madness!


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I wonder how the Hispanic Huns are adapting to their new homeland. Luistania is known as a mediterranean climate with warm to hot, dry summers and mild to cool, wet winters. A small eastern portion of their realm is actual steppe, but the majority of the region is rolling plains with sparse forests and timber, and actual fertile soil, especially around the Tagus river basin. Snowfall does also occur in the northern and central parts of Lusitania, usually around December to March. In short a very ideal region for Hunnic settlement, pastoral or not.

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The biodiversity of Lusitania is also distinct from that of the Pontic steppe. The trees grown here include Pine, Oak, Chestnut, and Eucalyptus, all prized for their economic value. There is also a broad range of mammalia, including fox, badger, Iberian lynx, Iberian Wolf, wild goat (Capra pyrenaica), wild cat (Felis silvestris), hare, weasel, polecat, chameleon, mongoose, civet, and brown bear. There are giant Catfish in the Tagus river basin, and upwelling along the west coast of Lusitania makes the sea extremely rich in nutrients and diverse species of marine fish; the Lusitanian marine waters are one of the richest in the world, with marine fish such as Sardines, Tuna and Atlantic Mackerel. For the Huns to not start taking advantage of the local wildlife, as well as to start fishing and sailing the abundant waters of the Atlantic would be an act of madness!
I guess the Huns will adopt pretty fast to their new homeland. Agriculture will win over Nomadism eventually and with every generation the Huns will blend in more and more with the local population.
They are also in a great position for naval exploration in the future? Maybe a future state in Hispania could bear their name. Hunnia/Hunnica/Unnica/Unia/Uña/...
 
I guess the Huns will adopt pretty fast to their new homeland. Agriculture will win over Nomadism eventually and with every generation the Huns will blend in more and more with the local population.
They are also in a great position for naval exploration in the future? Maybe a future state in Hispania could bear their name. Hunnia/Hunnica/Unnica/Unia/Uña/...
Yes, they may blend in more with the local Hispanic population, but they will not have their own culture fade away now. Don't forget, the Huns brought their wives and children with them to Hispania, and if policies are made barring intermarriage for a time, the Huns could have a much further reaching impact on Hispanian culture. And yes, they can still learn new technologies from their neighbors, it's plausible. And Hunnica sounds fine.
 
To all my fans and subscribers:
I don't think I will be able to write new chapters soon. Sorry. I am pretty busy in the moment (learning swedish, world domination etc.).
I hope you can forgive but Araldyana isn't dead.

It will die in the lands of the empire of Araldyana but for that the empire even appearing we have to wait at least until the year 1000 or 1100 AD ;)
 
To all my fans and subscribers:
I don't think I will be able to write new chapters soon. Sorry. I am pretty busy in the moment (learning swedish, world domination etc.).
I hope you can forgive but Araldyana isn't dead.

It will die in the lands of the empire of Araldyana but for that the empire even appearing we have to wait at least until the year 1000 or 1100 AD ;)

That's perfectly fine. Take as much time as you need to write up new chapters, especially the ones that you have written so far. It reminds me much of an old timeline similar to this one, but yours takes said concept to a level that I don't think we've seen before in this forum. I wish you luck on learning Swedish and do tell us on the progress on that. I've heard it's a nice language to learn.

And best of luck in the Turtledoves.
 
and I am back :D

Chapter XXIII: The King of the Romans


“Everything that happened, happened for a reason and this reason is nothing less than the will of the almighty. In these times he is putting us to the proof. From all sides the enemy is sweeping in our land. The world seems to crumple but be sure this is nothing but the test of our faith! Don’t lose your hope, when you face the horde sinners and pagans. The Lord is with us.” – Idilus, Bishop of Eboracum


The people of Rome were once proud to have no king anymore. The world changes and so do names. No king might have been the tyrant of the Romans but that doesn’t mean that no yoke lay upon them in the last thousand years. Dictators, consuls and emperors: they all gained rule over the republic and were nothing short of tyrants. Nero, Sulla or Tarquinius; emperor, dictator or king. What does the title matter?


Serenus calls himself a king and many others do so but he is careful with the title around his more Roman soldiers. Using it too much would seem arrogant. The legend of the last Roman king spreads through the rows of soldiers. The myth of Tarquinius the Proud can be deadly for whoever claims kingship. Serenus is a proud but charismatic person and knows how to act humble and modest when the situation demands it. That is his luck and gift. Many would have lost reason and would have died through their own men’s sword.


The king’s brother Romanus fled with wife and child from Italia. The imperial lands are not safe for anyone - war is the ruler of the empire’s heartland – and especially dangerous for one whose brother is king and rebel. They went through the land of the Alemannians, allies of the kingdom, and followed the way of Serenus’ army northwards. In the land of the defeated Franks the brothers meet again. It is the first time Romanus experiences the terror of war and the cruelty of the victor. The clan of the Sigerici lost three kings in the Roman campaign, all brothers, and the only surviving one had to bow down to Serenus. The heads of two of his brothers are pierced on pikes. Their skin looks like wax and their eyes are lifeless. One of them has a smashed jaw. His maimed mouth seems to slide out of his face and blood covers a third of the cold white skin. The third brother fell two months ago in battle. His head was also impaled but after a few days he begun to stink and became home to hundreds of insects. Serenus ordered to strip the meat from the Frank’s skull. The servants did as ordered and cut the flesh from the bone, threw it away with eyes and hair and cleaned the king’s remains. As his soldiers brought him the last of the four kings, he showed him the pierced heads of his brothers, then opened a little wooden chest, took out a bundle, removed the layer of cloth and presented the third head to the last brother. King Serenus told him that he sleeps better when he knows his enemies lay in a chest under his bed but that he is also a very generous man. He told him to take the skull as a present and run for his life, the other two he would keep for himself and he would always leave two places under his bed free, should he ever see him again.


Romanus and his family left the army one month later. It was the spring of 441 as they arrived in Condate Redonum. With the rise of the king came also the fall of many old elites. Romanus always saw himself as an upper class citizen of Rome but now he is prosecutes his brother’s enemies, mostly Senators and rich landowners. They often don’t accept the rule of the kingdom and so they must die. It hurts his heart a bit to wipe out whole families that believe in the same things he once believed, but times change and the old ideals are now burden and danger for the new order. Nevertheless could Romanus convince Serenus to establish an own Senate to increase the kingdom’s legitimacy. The brothers named over 500 men for the Senate, mostly old companions of their father and local elites. Many will come to Redonum but others won’t. Some died in battle before the news reached them, some couldn’t be found and some don’t want to come. As the winter came the first arrived and showed that north-western Gallia was certainly the quietest place in the whole west in these years, nowhere else could someone have gathered hundreds of people for a pseudo-political Senatorial theatre play. Italia suffered as the Imperial Roman army marched to the south, just to be stopped near Rome and to be pushed north again by the Vandals. Also in the south of Gallia the people experience the terror of war. The land around the Rhodanus is the battle ground of the Goths, Alemannians and Imperials. In Hispania the last army of the empire was smashed by Huns and Goths and the whole peninsula sinks into chaos. The northern most part of the West, Britannia, sees the rise and fall of tribes and states, dukes and kings, every month. Ambrosius and the young Severinus hold on their petite empire around Eboracum, even if it loses land constantly. Basiliscus’ realm in the south is falling apart and he is awaiting his death in the city of Londinium. The Saxons, now split in three groups, have reached the southern coast and little kingdoms rise out of the ashes of the devastated land.

MAP OF BRITANNIA 441 AD:
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1. Votadini

2. Land of the Passes (Brinicia)


3. North-western Kingdoms*

4. Land of the Sea Folk (Mortrebatia)

5. Kingdom of Elmet

6. Empire of Ambrosius and Severinus

7. Valens’ Eastern Army**

8. Marianus’ Southern Army**


9. Hibernian Kingdoms*


10. Western Kingdoms*

11. Land of Viroconium

12. Kingdom of Demetia

13. South-western Kingdoms*

14. Eastern Kingdoms*

15. Claudius’ Realm

16. Valentinus’ Realm

17. Sabinus’ Realm

18. Empire of Basiliscus

19. Cantian Army


20. Land of the Regini

21. Kingdom of Dumnonia

22. Gitriuvi (Loyal Saxons)

23. Suthsaxni (Southern Saxons)

24. Æstsaxni (Eastern Saxons)


25. Saxon devastation


___Predominantly Romano-Britannic self-perception
___Predominantly Roman self-perception

___Predominantly Celtic self-perception
___Predominantly Saxon self-perception


*This areas have a kind of common identity/heritage or are close to unification
**Loyal to Ambrosius and Severinus
 
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So Roman Brittania still collapses?

Yes it does but some areas especially in the east keep a stronger Roman Identity because of the decades as the Constantinian Emperors ruled from Londinium. We will see self-proclaimed Romano-British emperors on the island that are actually nothing more than Celtic king. An imperial tradition is etablished that cant be wiped out. :)
 
Any more historical portrait commissions you would like me to do? Like King Serenus, Ambrosius, Romanus, Petronius and some Faction banners (for persay the Roman Kingdom, the old Brittanian Empire, the Gepids, Vandals, etc? And what of the Iberians and Armenians?

Also can we get a special update on the evolving culture of the Hispanic Huns?
 
I sent you a pm/answered your pm. :)
Faction banners I can do myself when I want them, now there is no real need for them.
With the end of Part 1, I will change my writting style and I think we will get more details about the different regions than ;)

P.S. if someone wants his or her name in the Timeline send me a pm and I see what I can do for you :)
 
Hello? Anybody there?


Welcome to the last Chapter of Part I.


Sorry that I needed so long to finish it but I was just not happy with it before.


The next part will be more character-centered :)



Chapter XXIV: The Legacy


“I am the emperor and my word is law. It is law in the issues of state as of religion and bishops talk and speak but in the end it will be my decision witch beliefs are true one and witch false, witch teaching to follow and with to ban. I rule over land and people and over all priests that are in it and under them. The heretics that flee and hide will be found and judged by me on earth or by god in heaven.” – Theodosius II

Thessalonica. It is the autumn of 442 AD. They came from far lands, over dangerous streets and wild seas to the old city at the Aegean. Priests and bishops from all over the world gather here under the protection of emperor Theodosius II to fight for the true teachings Christianity. Most came from the east and less from the west; the war is forcing them to stay home. The old irascible Cyrillus of Alexandria was the first patriarch to arrive with his Egyptian priests and bishops in the city of Thessalonica. His colleague and friend Dioscorus of Constantinopolis came shortly after with his company and so did their greatest enemy the Bishop of Rome, Ignatius. The latter may be the highest-ranking of them but he and his bishops are clearly the minority as long as the last patriarch and his Syrian company aren’t there yet. Nestorius of Antiochia is late. Ignatius, as the most important patriarch, is the assembly’s president but doesn’t dare to open the council yet.


Two weeks pass. The bishop of Rome didn’t sleep well for days. In his nightmares he sees the faces of Cyrillus and Pontianus, the city commandant. Both are old man and short tempered. The first can barely walk; the latter on the other hand has always a firm tread. As long as Nestorius and his company aren’t in Thessalonica, the patriarch would fight a lost battle. They have simply different beliefs. The council and the city are guarded by Pontianus and his men, but he becomes impatient. He might fear to die before the council even begun. He has better things to do than watching over some priests and their machinations. The army in Italia is fighting against the Germans and the Persian border was quiet for much too long. Empress Ascenia insisted that especially her favorites Cyrillus and Dioscorus should be guarded well. Pontianus served many years loyal for the emperor and his family. He was not much more than a child as he fought his first battle. Every day he sends a report to Constantinopolis. Every day it says the same: nothing new, the Bishop of Rome doesn’t want to open the council. Every day! He has enough. Ignatius gets four days than the council must begin. Should he refuse to open it on the fifth day he will be imprisoned.


The patriarch is nervous. He came all the way from Rome and was lucky to even be able to travel. Not many from the west came. Not many are on his side right now. Nestorius and his company are not here. If they don’t come in the next days he has to preside over his own excommunication. Dioscorus will call him a heretic and pagan and the old man from Alexandria will just sit there and smile. Rumours already spread out of the enemy’s mouth into the streets of the city. The people say he denies the divinity of Christ, that he is an Arian like the murdering and plundering Goths, possessed by evil spirits and that he spits on the image of Maria, the mother of Christ. Three days pass and the city gate opens. Soldiers ride banners carrying through the gate. People look out of their windows. Pontianus has prepared everything. The rooms are ready. Food and wine are in place. All the luxuries of Thessalonica were gathered in the city’s palace for this event. Emperor Theodosius, Empress Ascenia and their daughter Aurelia come to watch over the council. The emperor wants to oversee the council himself. It will open tomorrow.


Ignatius is desperate. The sun sets. Only one day left. Theodosius might even enjoy how the patriarch will get smashed like a worm. He has barely any supporters. If Nestorius doesn’t appear in the city tomorrow, he is lost. He can’t fall asleep. He prays for a wonder. It is in the middle of the night. Someone hits on the door of his room. It is his deacon Ioannes. A ship has arrived in the harbour. Nestorius is finally here. The sun rises. The bishop of Rome did not sleep this night but he is not tired now. The heavy wooden doors of the church open. Through windows falls sunlight into the basilica. The bishops enter. They seat on two opposing sites of the big hall. At the end of the hall sits the emperor himself on a luxuriant throne. The heavy wooden doors close and it becomes afternoon. The emperor is bored. A little golden cross hanging on a silver chain is dangling from his whist. His fingers play with the silver chain and his earns don’t listen to what the bishops say. Mother of God, bearer of God, mother of Christ, God, man, God-man. Theodosius is not interested in religion. For him Christ was God in the shape of a man. He doesn’t understand what there is to talk about. Ignatius has the word. He quotes the never finished works of bishop Augustinus of Hippo but Dioscorus calls them heresy. The emperor’s childhood friend was also called Augustinus. He wonders was happened to him. It was maybe ten years ago he saw him the last time. The geriatric bishop of Alexandria is muttering something. His pale dry lips vibrate when he whispers something to the men around him. His appearance disgusts the young emperor. He was not as skeleton-like a few years ago as he met him in Alexandria. The old one is the winner today and the winner forever. Ignatius and Nestorius just don’t know that yet. The wooden doors open. The bishops go to the inns and houses they stay at. Some leave the basilica with a bad feeling.


The sun is setting. Nemeus is sitting on the latrine. The other soldiers have to wait because of him. It is diarrhoea. The unit were ready to go as he run suddenly to the toilet. The other group already went. He hears his comrades shouting from the outside. His belly still hurts. Not really done yet but they have to go. Moonlight is shining upon the cobblestone streets of the city. The others are probably already at Ignatius’ house. The inn Nestorius is staying at is still quite far away. The city is asleep. No clouds cover the sky tonight. It hurts. He should have sat longer. Pain forces him to stop and the rumbling of the entrails makes his legs shake. He can’t hold it back. They help him back to where they came from. He will clean himself. The others go.


It smells like vomit and faeces in the room. The sun is rising over the horizon. Kids play on the streets and their mothers whisper. Nevertheless is it weirdly quiet. Nemeus’ comrades should be up already but no one out there is talking. The door is not closed but barely leaned on and a beacon of light shines through the gap between door and frame. The women call for their children. The beacon of light disappears and shadows pass by. The rusty hinges of the door squeak. Five men enter the room. First two pairs of normal soldiers, none of them from his unit. Behind them enters a man 65 years of age the room. His clothes are finer than anything Nemeus would ever wear and his salary worth more than his life. The old one is biting on the right part of his lower lip. His face is red and his eyes awake but his body is gaunt, his hair is grey and his fingers nothing more but skin covered bones. The old man stands straight. Two of the soldiers drag Nemeus out on the street. They kick him in the stomach. The women bring their children inside. Nemeus tries to crawl but he feels a soldier’s boot on his back and shortly after another’s in his side. His face lies on the cobber stone of the street. The old man pushes Nemeus head with his boot so that he turns around and speaks:


“You are the scum of the earth. Not even the dirtiest of all pigs lay in their waste like that. They have the decency to move their bodies to a place free from shit and puke. They would be disgusted by you. I bet no man and no pig did want to give and share food with you so you ate the sewage from the street and destroyed your guts. I do not even care what the hell you did that you shitted yourself like that. Your mother might care but I fucking don’t! Ashamed would she be if she knew what you are doing. I bet she would die of shame! We will find her and tell her everything about her disgusting son of a bitch. People like you are like a disease, a terrible disgusting disease. You are a fucking worm. I slit the throats of scum like you. Look at you! What a goddamn mess you are. Would I’ve found you like that on the battlefield, I would have fucking killed you because you are a shame to the empire and a danger to your comrades. 45 years ago was I a young man a soldier like you. The air was cold and salty and it smelt like dried blood. It was a lost battle but every man that died that day was a better one than you filthy son of a bitch. I survived and dragged my wounded and blood covered body to the edge of the woods. My friends died that day. Our general was weak like you. He led us into a battle we could only loose. He was as dangerous as you are but he didn’t stink like fucking shit. I found that bastard in the woods and he was lying in the mud. His horse died on the battlefield and he had lost his sword and helmet. I slit his throat because he cried like a pathetic bitch and I promised myself I would slit the throat of everyone who cries like that after leading his men into disaster. You know what? You brought disaster to your unit. Nestorius is gone, is on a ship to somewhere and it is your entire goddamn fault. You are a fucking failure! I will look in your eyes and if you cry I will kill you. I swore it by the last tears of my general; I swore it for the empire. This is what I promised every worm. This is the legacy of Stilicho.”
 
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Chapter I: The Chronicler I

Through the slits in the door, which looks too big for the small house and occupies the half of its front, shines the rising sun into the first of the two rooms. Here I use to sleep. The door is big because so many people visit me but the house is so small because I am just a poor man of humble origin. I stand up with the sun and go to bed when she does. The first I do in the morning is to take on my clothes. It is made out of fine silk, to fine for a man of humble origins and finer than the clothes of my neighbours. They treat me with respect but not like one of them. A child of my neighbours asked me twenty years ago if there are somewhere on earth more people like me. “What do you mean child?” I asked and he said “People that wear nice clothes and live in poor houses.” “Yes, I think so.” I answered. “Do they serve tea and come from far away?” He asked me and so I answered “I don’t know. Do you wonder if I come from a land far away? I don’t.” and he asked “Why not?” “Because I was born right here and since I was a young man I sell tea and nowhere else do people drink it.” I said but he didn’t stop asking “Why?” and I responded and said “I don’t know why. No one likes it I guess or they just don’t know it.” “No, why are you born here?” he asked. “Because my father and my mother lived here.” And his last question was “Were they from here?” and I told him they weren’t and that he should come to my house tomorrow and I will answer all his questions and serve him my best tea. From this day on he came every day. He brought his friends and siblings and nearly every day since twenty years at least one child came to my house to ask for a story.


I am a great storyteller and my stories are the finest, the best and the truest of all. The second room: It is dusty and it smells old. No windows. The light that shines into the first room is not strong here. It is always dark. In the night darker at daytime less dark but never bright and only someone who knows where to search will also find. To the right stand sacks filled with tea and next to them a table with old cans and cups. To the left the most of the room filling are cupboards full of papers, scrolls and books. At the wall stand small statues from far countries and other little pieces of art. Some fell over and others rolled under the cupboards and between the papers. I know all my scripts. Most were written by my father and a few by his. They tell the history of our family, of slaves and kings and of the long journey to the east. The children of Chengdu enjoy them and spread my words and the deeds of my family in the city and all of China. May you enjoy them as well.
 
-Two maps-

These are relatively minor issues compared to the situation as a whole, but based on your first post, I'm going to assume that your PoD occurs after 400 within Europe, let alone the repercussions much later within Asia. If this is the case, the borders within Manchuria and Korea should probably be changed.

Baekje lost the area around the Han River in 396 after a series of defeats starting in 391 after Gwanggaeto came to power, but it would not have relocated its capital (Wirye, now Seoul) further south if Asin surrendered in 396. Although Goguryeo certainly had the capability to push further south if possible, it never did so until 475 because the ruler emphasized the "kinship" between the two countries due to a common ancestor, so significant changes need to be made before 396 for different borders.

In addition, Gaya existed until 562, when Silla finally conquered it, so it should technically also be depicted on the map. Baekje was too concerned with its northern borders to conquer Silla, while the latter was forced to seek aid from Goguryeo, so neither would even have thought about making offensive maneuvers. Baekje also allied with Gaya and statelets within Japan in order to attack Goguryeo and Silla, which suggests that Gaya would continue to exist in the short run. You can also theoretically include Buyeo, which existed until 494, but it is not a requirement, as its borders were uncertain, and it, along with the Mohe/Sushen, technically became a vassal of Goguryeo around 200-300.

Goguryeo's western border should also be at least extended to the Liao River, as Gwanggaeto managed to conquer the area around 401-4, and the border as depicted is technically impossible, as it's too close to Guknae/Hwando, the capital. I also find it hard to understand why the Wei have disappeared altogether, as the Battle of Canhe Slope in 395 essentially allowed it to mount repeated offensives against the Yan due to the latter's low morale. While the Southern Yan established itself in Shandong soon after the Later Yan's downfall, it was limited to raiding the Eastern Jin, and would not have been able to hold out against the Wei with a divergence after 400. Beili also existed northeast of the Yan and northwest of Goguryeo around 400, but it does not show up in any records after around 410-15, so it can theoretically be ignored as well.
 
I honestly didn't put so much thought into Korea my focus was more on the west ;)

You're probably around the seventh person that I've talked to on this forum who was writing or considering a timeline that focused much more on Europe than on (East) Asia, with significant inaccuracies in the latter, not to mention dozens more ignoring Korea's situation in general, which I can certainly understand given the limited sources available. I'm just trying to help, and I only brought the points up because it looked like you made significant divergences within East Asia that didn't really make sense given the PoD.
 
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