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I understand everyone’s choices here but Arslan is a hypocritical fool for punishing the Trapezunites. He wasn’t there for them, despite being their overlord. He didn’t protect them. To expect them to reform an army after they just did his job for him and took horrific casualties. When this blows up in his successors face I’ll enjoy it. And I’ll enjoy the Trapezunites getting revenge on Kartvelia even more. This betrayal deserves nothing else but a switch response that ends their independence

When someone feels invincible, thinks is in the right to act this way. Arslan wanted to bring Trebisund into heel, David had to comply - also because being backstabbed by Kartvelia. Anyway we already know David will manage to reverse the situation, we have just to see how.

Besides, Trebisund survived because alternated periods of indipendence with token vassalage - so what David did is something past rulers of the Empire did before. Of course, his priority is to let digest those humiliations to his people and keep the fort until would be time to strike back.
 
Appendix F:
June 1531, Somewhere in the Uzbek Khanate

Alexios Skaramagos slammed his shovel into the pile of camel shit, wishing to high heaven it was the face of Nuruddin. He scooped up the steaming waste and dumped it onto a rough-cut board, pounding away to try and flatten it into something resembling a flat circle. Once this was done, he slid his shovel under it and dumped the disks into a wicker basket nearby, then turned back to the pile of dung. He raised his shovel, picturing the face of Nogai Ahmed Khan in the patterns of the black-brown heap and smashed it in again. A moment later, he hefted it again and glowered down at the remaining pile, mentally forming the face of that son of ten thousand dogs, Ioannes, who had gotten him into this damn mess. He brought it down with all his might, grimly enjoying watching the shit fly in all directions.

As he worked, attention dulled by the routine monotony of it, he thought back to the long and sorry chain of events that had landed him here. As much as he hated to admit it, part of it was his own damn fault. In hindsight, taking the job from Ioannes and his associate in the first place was utter foolishness. There was no way in hell that they would have had multiple employers, and given his previous refusal they were probably just trying to get rid of him. Trying to kill the khan of the Golden Horde at a mosque during Friday prayers was also damned foolish, something he never should have tried. The perch, a tiny windowsill in the closet of an adjoining complex several hundred paces from the mosque, had been perfect, too perfect, and he should’ve expected betrayal. Should’ve, should’ve, should’ve…

He sighed, resting the shovel in the pile and leaning against it. He wished none of it had ever happened, but if wishes were horses he could outride any man on the steppe. The truth was the important thing, and the truth had been ugly. He reflexively ran his tongue over the stumps of his front teeth, recoiling at the sharp pain. Nogai Ahmed Khan had been ‘generous’ enough to not kill him, instead dumping him in a cell in the bowels of New Saray to be experimented upon by his various goons and torturers. It had been a hellish three years, and thank God he had blocked out most of it, but he had managed to get through it. He had lived, albeit heavily scarred physically and mentally, but he had lived. He would have his revenge, by God and the devil.

The horizon stretched out before him in all directions, as vast as the empty sky. Not for the first time, he mulled over making a run for it. It would be suicide on foot, of course, but there was a small cluster of horses on the other side of the yurt complex he was shoveling behind. He could make it to them, he knew, but he wasn’t sure how far he could make it after that. Most of the Uzbeks would be gone by now, out herding, but just one or two could kill him or worse. He should wait until he was sure he could escape. Then again, he could wait forever before it happened, and he didn’t have very many years left in him….

“Franj! You lazy bastard, get back to work!”

He repressed a sigh, furtively glancing over his shoulder. The voice belonged to Nuruddin, the Uzbek warrior who’d ‘rescued’ him from the prison of New Saray and immediately imprisoned him with his clan. The dashed hope of escape and relief was more cruel than the torture had ever been.

Nuruddin waddled towards him, cursing loudly but stumbling over every other word. He was drunk, evidently, unusual for the middle of the day. Nuruddin was also the herdsman posted closer to the yurts on warm days such as this one, a fact which Skaramagos had gleaned through weeks of methodical observation. An idea occurred to him.

He gave a rasping, slurred cry that was intended to be a mixture of Latin, Greek and Arabic. None of it would make sense, he knew, even if Nuruddin spoke anything other than feeble Mongol. He’d never been too good with two of those languages, and it was rather difficult to speak with only half of a tongue.

“What did you say to me? Are you mouthing off?! You’re in for it now, shithead, I’ll kill you.....”

Skaramagos listened to his ongoing rant as the drunken man advanced, ignoring the increasingly impractical threats and instead counting the footfalls. It was a practice he’d picked up decades before, great for tracking the movement of targets in the darkness and picking them off even at impossible distances. He’d watched Nuruddin for days and knew exactly how long his stride was, and was fairly sure he had the distance down correctly. Every step towards him was another one closer to vengeance against this bastard, and he wouldn’t miss this chance. He remained rigid in place, hands clenched around the shaft of the shovel.

Six. “Piece of shit, not even worth the food….”

Five. “Should’ve left you to the dogs!”

Four. “How’d you like that, huh? They’d rip the rest of your face off, it’d be an improvement!”

Three. Nuruddin paused and took a hacking breath, worked up so much he had lost his breath.

Two. “Argh! Damnit, damn you, damn your seventh grandfather…”

“Damn you, Franj, can’t you fu--”

With a shrieking, mangled cry Skaramagos leapt upwards, wrenching the shovel from the pile of shit and hurtling it towards him with every ounce of strength in his body. Nuruddin gave a startled, strangled yelp before the blade of the shovel bit into his mouth, sending a spray of blood, bones and teeth flying. He stumbled backwards, a look of pure shock on his face as he reflexively lifted his arm to try and block the blow but Skaramagos had already pulled the shovel loose. He swung it back up, every memory of beatings and slights flashing through his mind as he raised it over his head. He hammered it down again, slamming it into Nuruddin’s temple with the sound of shattering bone. The Uzbek fell to the ground, limp, but Skaramagos kept going, swinging the shovel again and again until the man’s face was a bloody pulp detached from the rest of his body.

Chest heaving, Skaramagos turned and strode away, carrying his shovel like a mace. It had been far too long since he’d killed someone, and the old thrill of death coursed through his veins and gave him new energy. The cold checklist that’d raced through his mind earlier returned to him and he went into action like a well-oiled machine. He needed to get a horse and he needed cover to get away, both of which were fairly easy given his present circumstances.

He turned and trotted towards one of the yurts. The tent flap was little obstacle and he tore it open, revealing a collection of shocked elderly women clustered around a dish containing banked coals. He darted across the room and snatched up the dish, stiff-arming aside one of the women and carrying it barehanded in his left hand. Any feeling in that hand had been taken by the Mongol torturers, and so he casually picked out sparking coals and hurled them at the yurts as he made for the horses. The thickly woolen tents caught fire almost at once, spreading rapidly with a chorus of startled shouts and flurries of desperate movement. In the chaos of bodies spilling out of the flaming structures, he went completely unnoticed. By the time he had reached the small group of horses outside one of the outlying tents the entire area was in anarchy.

He grabbed the strongest looking of the horses by the mane and swung up onto its back. He’d never been a strong rider, but he could ride bareback if his life depended on it, which it probably did. Once he had righted himself, he reached over and slapped the flanks of the other horses, or chucking embers at their fleshy bits. It had the desired effect and within minutes they had scattered across the plains at full gallop. His own mount stirred restlessly, but he firmly calmed her and pointed her towards the west. From his quiet watching, he knew that most visitors came from the east, and so figured the opposite direction was the best way to go. He kicked her sharply and they were off, galloping across the steppe towards freedom.

He would have his revenge, or he would die trying.
excellent update ! You go deeper on this character, it's interesting !
 

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What the hell am I doing?

I just... I don't know.

If anyone has any ideas please let me know, I'm running out of steam and I haven't even gone three days in a row in the last month.
 

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This is all of the update I have written so far.

Part LX: The Davidine Army (1527-1532)

The First Rûmite-Trapezuntine War greatly impacted the Trapezuntine military. With many of his best soldiers killed in the east or exhausted by months of constant marching, David had been forced to rely almost entirely on the interior bandons. They had done well, comparatively speaking, but the near famine that ensued because of their long absence was a warning of future crisis, and their inability to campaign for extended periods of time put them at a serious disadvantage. With the lessons of the last wars fresh in mind, it was time for David to overhaul the army.

The most pressing issue was the near-complete lack of high-quality cavalry. Neither the Greeks nor the Lazes were equestrian-inclined peoples, and the mountains and forests of the Pontic coast did little to rectify this. The Turkmen were excellent horsemen, but they were restive at best and outright hostile at worst, and none of the Trapezuntine rulers were willing to take the risk of allowing them into the army as anything other than scouts or outriders. As such, they had gotten on for centuries without anything more mobile than light infantry. This had been tolerable while Trapezuntine interests were limited to the coastal highlands, but now that they were pushing into the interior a counter was needed to the fast-moving horsemen of the Rûmite and Qutlughid armies. While Djoga the Grey and his Mongol horde were servants of the aftokrator, their pastures in Perateia were too distant to be of good use, and there weren’t enough of them to be truly advantageous anyway. However, the submission of the Qizilbaş of Erzincan to Trapezous planted a seed, and as David undertook his military reforms this speed would sprout into a great forest.

The Qizilbaş were a strange bunch. For centuries, groups of nomads had passed through the Armenian Highlands en route to greener pastures, and by-and-by some of them had broken off and remained in the region. By the 16th century, the region was dominated by the Oghuz, Turkmen and smaller groups of semi-nomadic Persians, Kurds, Lurs, Talyshes and even some Uzbeks and escaped slaves. The one thing uniting this disparate group of nomads, semi-nomads and craftsmen was faith; for varying reasons over the centuries, the Qizilbaş had fallen under the influence of the Safaviyya, a Shi’a mystic order headquartered at Ardabil on the eastern edge of the South Azerbaijan Highlands. The Safaviyya held sway over much of the mountainous Middle East, as various Qizilbaş bands wandered about and took up service as mercenaries and elite troops. By the 1520s, Ardabil’s shadow spread as far west as Syria, where a Qizilbaş tribe had followed the Çandarids towards Egypt, and as far east as Karakum Desert. Nonetheless, the bulk of the Qizilbaş resided in an arc stretching from northwestern Persia into Anatolia, straddling the Rûmite-Qutlugh borderlands.

Despite their influence, the heterodox beliefs of the Safaviyya meant that neither of the neighboring realms could fully embrace them, instead keeping them at arm’s length and limiting their religious expression and practical control to keep their hold on the rest of the country. Both Tabriz and Konya were cold and somewhat overbearing masters by necessity of their Sunni faith, something which Trapezous did not have to be. The vassalization of the Qizilbaş in Erzincan had opened the possibility of a symbiotic relationship with the Safaviyya in David’s mind, and he hoped to use the mystic order both to reinforce his armies and allow him to spread his influence throughout the region. In 1529, he secretly wrote to Ali Mirza, the head of the Safaviyya, and offered him land, protection and funds if he agreed to an alliance between them. Ali Mirza was quite afraid of Arlsan’s potential wrath and so refused out of hand, but kept the message quiet as a future source of leverage. Nonetheless, the offer of support and protection from various feuding enemies led a few thousand of the Qizilbaş to migrate into Trapezuntine territory, settling around Erzincan. From these men, David was able to extract a pledge of loyalty, securing the first of his new cavalry forces.

In 1531, Ali Mirza died of an unknown illness, passing the office of head of the order to his brother, Esma’il. Esma’il was a warrior-poet, one of the greatest commanders of the Qutlughid Empire; he had led the Qizilbaş as the vanguard of Qutlughid armies in lands as distant as Kartvelia, the Hindu Kush and Syria, fighting in dozens if not hundreds of actions but emerging without so much as a single wound. He was regarded by his men as a heaven-sent commander who would never lose a battle, and had briefly become the left-hand of the shah himself. However, now that Arslan was clearly on the brink of death, Esma’il looked to secure a place for his marginalized group in the near future. David wrote to him as he had his brother, and this time received a positive response. That autumn, Esma’il and his followers would abandon Ardabil and relocate to Erzincan (and to a lesser extent, Erzurum), establishing the city as the new capital of the order and developing a tacit patron-client relationship with David and Trapezous. This arrival caused a small deal of domestic turmoil within the country, but this was entirely overshadowed by the sheer force--more than 15,000 fighting men--that the newcomers brought with them, as well as the promise of more men that could be called upon if war were to break out. While the relationship between Trapezous and Erzincan seemed to be good, no-one could be truly sure of its future until push came to shove and the armies were mustered out….

With a strong cavalry force secured, David turned his attention to his infantry. As previously mentioned, the bandons were competent and reliable, but couldn’t be kept in the field for very long because of their semi-professional nature. David saw no reason to replace them entirely, but it had become apparent that another force was needed, something that combined the numbers of the bandons with the discipline and endurability of the eleutheroi, even if they didn’t fully match up. There weren’t nearly enough slaves available to create an expanded eleutheroi of the proper size, and so an army of natives would be needed. The ruler and his generals got to work experimenting with ethnic composition (Greek/Laz/Armenian, etc.), the recruiting basis of the new force (entirely volunteer or mixed), the weapons and uniforms of the new army and even their drills and tactics. From this process of trial and error had, by 1531, emerged the neostrategos.

The neostrategos arose from the simple observation that an army which ground down the enemy at a distance would take less casualties than an army which relied primarily on melee combat. Advances in weapons technology meant that muskets could be produced on a grand scale, even grander than that of the cannons, and given that it was much easier to train musketeers than it was to train bowmen, a force of gunmen seemed entirely possible. Of course, they’d be vulnerable while they reloaded, so they would need to either fire in lines, or have protection from ‘classical’ phalanx formations, preferably both. They should never be advanced beyond the line and so should maintain the support provided by the main line, but there had to be enough conventional soldiers to ward off any enemy charges. Any such unit would also have to be spread out enough to make good effect of their muskets, but not so spread out that they couldn’t be maneuvered. There were so many demands and requirements that needed to be balanced….

The first true neostrategos regiment was fielded in 1530. It numbered an even thousand men, of which fifty were corpsmen, standard bearers and other secondary combatants. The regiment was drilled to be able to form up in a half-dozen different ways, in a manner similar to that of the old bandon system. There were two types of foot soldiers. The pikemen bore polearms such as pikes, spears and billhooks and were heavily armored as benefited a conventional melee army of the period. The musketeers, meanwhile, were armed primarily with muskets, as well as a mixture of lighter weapons--swords, axes and maces, etc.--as a last ditch defense, and some lighter armor as well. Both groups wore dark blue tunics, and the long Lazic hats that the Ottomans had once used. The hope was that the two groups would be able to support each other, strengthening them and allowing them to function like armies in miniature.

David intended to raise some fifteen of these regiments, but by the time war would break out in the east only six of them had been mustered and trained. Ultimately, only twelve neostrategos regiments would be raised throughout David’s reign, most recruiting going to merely replacing losses from years on the battlefield. The units would prove to be quite effective, of that there was no doubt, but there was a great deal both public and private that the program was worth its ultimate cost. In a time fraught with financial uncertainties and declining revenues courtesy of the Spaniards and Irish, the costliness of the neostrategos--per head, they cost a time and a half as much as the eleutheroi to keep in the field--was a major drawback. The eleutheroi were also expanded, an action which drew some of the first direct criticism of the satrap from the presses of Trapezous.

Once the near-famine of 1527 had been averted, the attentions of Trapezous turned once again to the frontiers. While the marshalling of troops has already been covered, the long-neglected border defenses were hastily attended too. The rapid expansion under the Ratetoi and David himself

Nonetheless, by the year 1532, the Trapezuntine army was significantly larger than it had been mere years before. Some 20,000 new horsemen were available, 6,000 medium infantry had been raised where none had been available, while the bandons still remained as a reserve of soldiers and there were now some 7,500 eleutheroi under arms.
 
What the hell am I doing?

I just... I don't know.

If anyone has any ideas please let me know, I'm running out of steam and I haven't even gone three days in a row in the last month.
Start by writing some appendix. That’ll help a bit maybe.

Honestly, the most Timeline choice would be to show us the fallout of David’s submission to Arslan. Maybe have the people begin protesting over some fake news that said David “begged and licked the boot of Islam to save himself” Or something along those lines. Then have David show us his political acumen and bounce back from this Or maybe make things even worse and show the deteriorating economic situation
 
What the hell am I doing?

I just... I don't know.

If anyone has any ideas please let me know, I'm running out of steam and I haven't even gone three days in a row in the last month.
I'd like to know what happened to the Ottomans. Looks like the Albanians are giving them hell.
 
How about once David solidifies his position in central/eastern anatolia and kartvelia have him overrun western anatolia completely? The Karamans should be utterly destroyed and exhausted so that they can never ever regain their footing in Anatolia.

An example would be a manzikert aftermath, a turkish defeat that will lead to the imminent collapse of their frontiers.
 
If you'd like ideas, there's a lot of ways the story can still go.

You are obviously heading towards a grand confrontation in the east, and there's a lot of stuff that can happen there. We can see Arslan's empire fracture and collapse after his death, with new and interesting factions rising from the ashes.

You can go into detail about the shifting trade routes due to Atlantic exploitation, and perhaps open up dialogue between trapezius and the Italians to do some joint operations in the east, and break the muslim hold on the land route towards the west.

We could take a look at the more personal life of David and the madness of the byzantine court, which is the real heart of the story. The internal organized chaos of the nation is quite the topic. Perhaps the coming economic downturn could cause tension between the greeks, Armenians, and lazes. That would be an interesting topic, the battle for the identity of the state, where greeks are a minority.

Of course we can take a look over in the balkans, and the exploits of the Albanians and moreots, we are all quite curious about them. Though I would say the Ottoman Empire needs a chance to reorganize for a comeback, as they really had some strong structural advantages compared to other states of the period, and they haven't had a chance to flex in a long long time.
 
I second the getting back Alabania-wanking. The insane dwarf Albanian warlord character is too much fun not to return to.
You can also speed things up a bit, cover more time in a short update until you get to a period of time you have an interesting idea for. Oftentimes TL authors want to move in-depth year by year through centuries but you covering 20 years in a short update and moving on to another series of vignettes isn’t going to ruin anything. And you can always come back and flesh out that period at another time.
 
I second the getting back Alabania-wanking. The insane dwarf Albanian warlord character is too much fun not to return to.
You can also speed things up a bit, cover more time in a short update until you get to a period of time you have an interesting idea for. Oftentimes TL authors want to move in-depth year by year through centuries but you covering 20 years in a short update and moving on to another series of vignettes isn’t going to ruin anything. And you can always come back and flesh out that period at another time.
Albanian wanking is always the best! They’re pushing into the Ottomans, and if they continue walking over the polities, will we get a Yugoslavia esqe Albanian empire? Also will Macedonia be part of the Moreans or the Albanians? I really hope that the Albanian empire lasts, as we know that the trebizuntines at least get Constantinople, which would consist of an epic battle and the death of the Ottomans.

PS: I think glossing over things like things like the new world and stuff are well and good but you have to decide on certain things. One thing you need to ask yourself is how big would the Spanish empire would be, as the gold and silver they mined in the Americas affected the world a lot. I would like to see the Tawantinsuyu empire surviving, but that’s up to you. You don’t even need to write it out, just that when going over certain countries broad strokes needed to be painted to make sure everything stays internally consistent, and that there’s a base to build up to if you want to flesh out the period later, as said by Coyote_Waits. Also, I hope Poland-Hungary-Lithuania would conquer Russia, and I’d like to see Siberian republic that’s born out of the Slavs (Cossacks?) migrating into Siberia.
 
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This one was also written a while ago and may be subject to rewriting

Part LVIII: All or Nothing (1527-1530)

As the Golden Horde collapsed on the far side of the Black Sea, the Sultanate of Rûm appeared to be on the verge of doing the same. Surrounded on all sides by hostile powers, armies swarmed over the battered sultanate’s frontiers, Konya itself seeming to be the preeminent target. No allies and no succor seemed possible, and the armies of the Turkish sultanate were already exhausted and weakened. It would take a miracle for Kadir to reverse the situation, but miracles weren’t unheard of in Rûmite history….

Arslan II had long wished to deal a killing blow to the Rûmites. In a one-on-one fight, he and his empire would certainly prevail against the significantly weaker state, but Kayqubad and his successors’ ability to keep just out of reach and strike only when the Qutlughids were distracted with other affairs and couldn’t respond in force. Such had been the case when Malatya had fallen to the Turks, and when they had raided the Çandarids who were, as he intended to remind them, were Qutlughid vassals. But now that he had his affairs in order and the Uzbeks were busy dealing with the Golden Horde, the time to strike was at hand. The old shah could feel his age, and wished to rain hell down upon the insolent Rûmites and repay them for their constant provocations if it was the last thing he did. The ascension of Kadir who was, by all reports, an inexperienced (if quite unnerving in person) ruler, provided a golden opportunity, and Arslan began gathering his armies. Better yet news arrived the next year with reports of the Rûmite invasion of the Trapezuntine Empire, effectively serving a perfect casus belli to Tabriz on a silver platter. In the spring of 1517, an official declaration of war was sent to Konya. Two Qutlughid vassals had been attacked, and it was time to launch a war of righteous fury.

From the beginning of his reign, Kadir had suspected that a conflict with the Qutlughids would eventually occur. This fear had helped motivate his attack against the Trapezuntines--after all, they were technically Qutlughid vassals, and it was entirely possible that their presence on his flank could disastrously derail a defensive war. His plan was to cripple the Trapezuntines’ war-making abilities, then turn to meet the Qutlughids and force them to fight through the mountains, hopefully gaining enough breathing room to turn his gaze southward and push into the void left by the Çandarid’s departure from Syria. However, he had not considered that Arslan himself would intervene, believing that the great sultan--who was by 1527 more than seventy-six years old--wouldn’t rouse himself from what Kadir believed to be an aged stupor, let alone take the field himself. As such, he left behind only some 400 nafjayş to guard the Cilician Gates, on the understanding that they could muster out militiamen to supplement their numbers in the event of a strike from that direction. Unfortunately for the Rûmites, he was mistaken on all three counts. The mobilizations of the previous year and the subsequent strain it placed on the Cilician harvests necessitated that the regional militia stand down and keep farming to avoid starvation. Arslan, meanwhile, was more than willing to take the field in person, inspiring the great hordes of men that could be raised from the breadth of the Qutlughid realm and forcing him to face one of the greatest living generals of the period. Finally, it was only by quickly suing for peace after Boyabad that Kadir was able to turn and meet the Qutlughids, leaving a barely defeated and only slightly weakened but now very, very pissed-off Trapezous on his flank.

The Qutlughid Empire stretched from the Euphrates in the west to the Hindu Kush in the east and even a string of distant ports in India and Arabia[1], and it could field armies respectively of its vast size. Even with forces needing to be left behind to ward off the Uzbeks, Golden Horde and the Rajputs[2], Arslan mustered 90,000 men for his invasion of the Rûmite Sultanate, many of them veterans of his many campaigns in the Caucasus and the east. The first army, to be commanded by his general Sharif al-Din Ali Shirazi would number 35,000, 15,000 of which was cavalry, and would attack the Rûmites from the east head-on, while the second army would be commanded by the shah himself, numbering some 40,000 (10,000 of which were cavalry) which would finish off the Çandarid rump state in Aleppo and continue north into Cilicia and hopefully Konya itself. A reserve of 15,000 men would hang back in the vassal territory of Bitlis to intercept any attempts to invade Mesopotamia or attack Tabriz. Arslan’s hope was that Kadir would rush into battle against Shirazi, pinning down his army there while the shah marched on his capital. Even if he did not, the Qutlughid pincer would be sure to utterly crush the Rûmites, forcing them to fight on two fronts against superior forces. Before beginning his invasion, he also sent a missive to David, informing him that he ought to join him in his assault and avenge the losses of the previous years’ combat. On 16 June 1527, Shirazi’s host approached Erzurum, marking the effective beginning of the invasion.

Kadir, meanwhile, was facing down the opposite problem; a severe shortage of just about everything. The Sultanate of Rûm sat upon a region with a limited amount of fertile soil, and as such its population--and hence its manpower pool--were quite limited. Kayqubad had tried to make up for this fact by keeping a standing army, but it too took time to be replenished after losses in war, and time was something that Kadir didn’t have. He had had some 35,000 men under arms at this time a year before, a number which had been whittled down to only 25,000 mostly at the expense of his most experienced units. If he attempted to raise more men, he would risk a famine and obtain only poor quality units unsuited for anything other than throwing themselves on Qutlughid spears. Still, that might be better than the current state of affairs, by which he was severely outnumbered by both of the invading armies. He put out a desperate call for mercenaries, but was able to muster only a few thousand exiled Kartvelians and Arabs, experienced but not especially competent, and a handful of Venetian crossbowmen from Cyprus, neither of which were tide-turners. He wrote to Ömer Paşa, who had succeeded his father Ebülhayr as the Grand Vizier of the Ottoman Empire, begging for help against the eastern horde, only for his emissaries to be laughed out of the Sublime Porte. Ömer Paşa was having enough trouble dealing with the Albanians and the White Army, he had nothing to spare for the Rûmites and wouldn’t give them succor if he could. The Golden Horde wasn’t in any position to help, while the Mamluk rump state was barely clinging to life and the Çandarids still hated them with a passion. Konya was out in the cold, Kadir must have known as he marched to meet the invaders, and there was little he could do to save her.

However, he was by no means resigned to his fate, as Shirazi soon learned to his ruinous surprise. The Persian general had laid siege to Erzurum in the first days of July, safe in the knowledge that Kadir was more than three months away and lacked the cannonade to seriously damage his army. As such, he set up for a siege of the city with little concern for assaults by any force other than the Qizilbash horsemen who still roamed over much of the region. As such, he was caught completely off-guard when the small force of pickets he had bothered to set up reported that a large Rûmite army was approaching from the west. Kadir wasn’t an idiot, and his spies within the Qutlughid realm had informed him of the buildup north of Tabriz; from there, the only logical targets were Erzurum and Erzincan, the latter being held by the Trapezuntines. As soon as he had conducted a peace with David, he had marched eastwards, and though still outnumbered he was ready for a fight. The Rûmite army circled north of the city, camping across a dry marshland from the Qutlughid siege camp and opening fire with what little artillery they still possessed.

After a day and a half of such bombardment, Shirazi decided his best option was to take the field and meet the Rûmites in the open. According to his scouts, he still held a numerical advantage of 35 to 25--in truth it was closer to 35 to 20--and he wished to press this before any possible reinforcements arrived. He also hoped that a speedy defeat might inspire the defenders of Erzurum to surrender quickly, which would allow him to advance deeper into Rûmite territory with great haste. As such, on 6 July, Shirazi’s men marshalled north of the city, leaving behind only 5,000 men to press the siege, and began to advance on the Rûmite camp. Despite the noise that is endemic to any large number of troops, few seemed to stir inside the enemy camp, and Shirazi concluded he could take the enemy by surprise and crush them. He ordered an all-out assault, and his army rushed forward into the dry marsh. They were in the thick of it now, the cavalry vanguard beginning to emerge from the reeds and into the Rûmite camp.

It was then that the long-burning fuses of the mines scattered across the marsh reached their quick. They exploded into balls of fire, throwing shrapnel and sparks into the tight formations of men. Startled and confused, most of the soldiers halted, a fatal mistake. The sparks caught and spread like, well, wildfire, and within minutes the marsh was a blazing, smoky inferno. Panicking men rushed left and right, trampling each other in their desperation to escape the flames and the choking cloud of ash and throwing the entire army into complete chaos. Blackness soon overwhelmed the area, and those men who did manage to claw their way to the edge of the marsh were met by ranks of unsmiling Turks carrying pikes. All but a handful of noblemen were killed on the spot, and by the time the fires finally burned out the wetlands were a combination pyre and charnel house.

The Qutlughids holding the camp quickly made themselves scarce, and Kadir was able to seize the complex almost intact, with barely any losses on his side and comparatively little damage to Erzurum. The first army had been entirely shattered and its artillery train, desperately needed to continue the war, taken with only one gun lost. Upwards of 80% of the Qutlughid army were dead, leaving only a few dozen prisoners and hundreds scattered across the rough country, likely to be picked off by the Qizilbash and other highlanders. It was a perfect victory.

Unfortunately for Kadir, his perfect victory happened to coincide with one of Arslan’s own. The shah had led his army into the remnants of the Çandarid beylik a few days after Shirazi began his offensive, and had met little resistance. After all, the truly valuable lands and opportunities lay in Egypt and lower Syria, and so all but a few old timers and some of the native Arabs had gone south in a hurry in the years before, leaving a small rump state at Aleppo. After promising them patronage in the Qutlughid system, the former capital had surrendered without a fight a week after crossing the river, leaving the road into Rûmite territory wide open. Arslan had dispatched a small picket force to warn of the unlikely approach of troops from the south before making for Cilicia at all due speed. A month later, 30,000 Qutlughid soldiers had arrived at the Cilician Gates with an artillery train sufficient to blow a hole in the Great Wall of China if need be. The Gates were held by 400 nafjayş soldiers and 800 conscripts, along with an indeterminate number of irregulars in the hills surrounding it. They wouldn’t have been able to hold the pass by themselves indefinitely, but they would make Arslan pay a steep price and blood and corpses to pass through it.

However, they had not considered that Arslan had brought with him some 500 Torghal mountaineers from the Hindu Kush, skilled in alpine warfare and capable of climbing up sheer cliffs barehanded. Within two days, the Torghalss had not only forged a trail across the saddle of a nearby mountain, but had strung lines across it so that some 1500 chosen soldiers could accompany them into the pass. That dawn they struck, hurtling screaming down the pass into the rear of the Turkish formation, catching them completely off-guard and unsuspecting. While the Rûmites struggled to meet the attack from their rear, Arlsan’s cannonade roared to life, hammering their front and pinning them down while several thousand more Qutlughids advanced under their covering fire to join the fray. The Rûmites fought well, but after several hours they were exhausted and, ultimately, dead. The Cilician Gates had been conquered with great speed and comparatively light casualties. The road to Konya was now open, and the seat of the House of Karaman lay only a month’s journey away. Arslan broke off small forces to hold the pass and secure the various fortresses he had bypassed--among them Kayqubadabad--then ordered his army into a forced march across the Plateau, hoping to take the city and put an end to this struggle once and for all.

Kadir was informed of the disaster only three days later, two dozen horses having been ridden to death to get him the news. The battle at the Gates had thrust Kadir into an unenviable position; his capital would soon be under siege and he could not intercept the attacking army due to both numbers and sheer distance. If Konya fell, then all of Anatolia was laid open to the Qutlughids and the war was surely lost. There was no way to defend the city, not at this range, and it seemed as if there was no path to victory. But a final, desperate option appeared to Kadir that night. If Arslan took Konya, he would seize the bulk of the Rûmite bureaucracy and the treasury. If Kadir took Tabriz, he would take not only the Qutlughid bureaucracy and treasury but also Arslan’s harem and family. If he failed it was suicide, but if he succeeded it might be the only path to victory. There was no army between him and Tabriz, and if he moved quickly he could reach the city before he was intercepted, and a quick siege might be successful under the right circumstance

In the game to win, the gambler rolled the dice. 80,000 would pay the price….

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[1] Although Paopantaros, the largest Qutlughid port in India wouldn’t be taken until 1542, Kaloupoli, the second largest Pontic port in the east, was founded in 1526
[2] The Rajputs had been pretty much embittered by Arslan’s attempts to shore up the Sultanate of Delhi, and the Qutlughid eastern frontier was constantly under assault by probing forces and raiders from across the mountains.
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in the balkans you can try to make Bulgaria once again independent, the shishman heir to the throne should be still alive in hungary.
In Italy you can push the Sforza to increase their strenght, while Genoa should be able to do a comeback, considering how the city of Genoa freed itself several times in history against Milanese, Austrians and Nazis.
Also you can ake chapters of what is happening in Europe, Africa( from Morocco to Ethiopia) and Asia( are the ming collappsing earlier? are they reforming? what about Japan?)
 
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Part LX: The Davidine Army (1527-1532)

The First Rûmite-Trapezuntine War greatly impacted the Trapezuntine military. With many of his best soldiers killed in the east or exhausted by months of constant marching, David had been forced to rely almost entirely on the interior bandons. They had done well, comparatively speaking, but the near famine that ensued because of their long absence was a warning of future crisis, and their inability to campaign for extended periods of time put them at a serious disadvantage. With the lessons of the last wars fresh in mind, it was time for David to overhaul the army.

The most pressing issue was the near-complete lack of high-quality cavalry. Neither the Greeks nor the Lazes were equestrian-inclined peoples, and the mountains and forests of the Pontic coast did little to rectify this. The Turkmen were excellent horsemen, but they were restive at best and outright hostile at worst, and none of the Trapezuntine rulers were willing to take the risk of allowing them into the army as anything other than scouts or outriders. As such, they had gotten on for centuries without anything more mobile than light infantry. This had been tolerable while Trapezuntine interests were limited to the coastal highlands, but now that they were pushing into the interior a counter was needed to the fast-moving horsemen of the Rûmite and Qutlughid armies. While Djoga the Grey and his Mongol horde were servants of the aftokrator, their pastures in Perateia were too distant to be of good use, and there weren’t enough of them to be truly advantageous anyway. However, the submission of the Qizilbaş of Erzincan to Trapezous planted a seed, and as David undertook his military reforms this speed would sprout into a great forest.

The Qizilbaş were a strange bunch. For centuries, groups of nomads had passed through the Armenian Highlands en route to greener pastures, and by-and-by some of them had broken off and remained in the region. By the 16th century, the region was dominated by the Oghuz, Turkmen and smaller groups of semi-nomadic Persians, Kurds, Lurs, Talyshes and even some Uzbeks and escaped slaves. The one thing uniting this disparate group of nomads, semi-nomads and craftsmen was faith; for varying reasons over the centuries, the Qizilbaş had fallen under the influence of the Safaviyya, a Shi’a mystic order headquartered at Ardabil on the eastern edge of the South Azerbaijan Highlands. The Safaviyya held sway over much of the mountainous Middle East, as various Qizilbaş bands wandered about and took up service as mercenaries and elite troops. By the 1520s, Ardabil’s shadow spread as far west as Syria, where a Qizilbaş tribe had followed the Çandarids towards Egypt, and as far east as Karakum Desert. Nonetheless, the bulk of the Qizilbaş resided in an arc stretching from northwestern Persia into Anatolia, straddling the Rûmite-Qutlugh borderlands.

Despite their influence, the heterodox beliefs of the Safaviyya meant that neither of the neighboring realms could fully embrace them, instead keeping them at arm’s length and limiting their religious expression and practical control to keep their hold on the rest of the country. Both Tabriz and Konya were cold and somewhat overbearing masters by necessity of their Sunni faith, something which Trapezous did not have to be. The vassalization of the Qizilbaş in Erzincan had opened the possibility of a symbiotic relationship with the Safaviyya in David’s mind, and he hoped to use the mystic order both to reinforce his armies and allow him to spread his influence throughout the region. In 1529, he secretly wrote to Ali Mirza, the head of the Safaviyya, and offered him land, protection and funds if he agreed to an alliance between them. Ali Mirza was quite afraid of Arlsan’s potential wrath and so refused out of hand, but kept the message quiet as a future source of leverage. Nonetheless, the offer of support and protection from various feuding enemies led a few thousand of the Qizilbaş to migrate into Trapezuntine territory, settling around Erzincan. From these men, David was able to extract a pledge of loyalty, securing the first of his new cavalry forces.

In 1531, Ali Mirza died of an unknown illness, passing the office of head of the order to his brother, Esma’il. Esma’il was a warrior-poet, one of the greatest commanders of the Qutlughid Empire; he had led the Qizilbaş as the vanguard of Qutlughid armies in lands as distant as Kartvelia, the Hindu Kush and Syria, fighting in dozens if not hundreds of actions but emerging without so much as a single wound. He was regarded by his men as a heaven-sent commander who would never lose a battle, and had briefly become the left-hand of the shah himself. However, now that Arslan was clearly on the brink of death, Esma’il looked to secure a place for his marginalized group in the near future. David wrote to him as he had his brother, and this time received a positive response. That autumn, Esma’il and his followers would abandon Ardabil and relocate to Erzincan (and to a lesser extent, Erzurum), establishing the city as the new capital of the order and developing a tacit patron-client relationship with David and Trapezous. This arrival caused a small deal of domestic turmoil within the country, but this was entirely overshadowed by the sheer force--more than 15,000 fighting men--that the newcomers brought with them, as well as the promise of more men that could be called upon if war were to break out. While the relationship between Trapezous and Erzincan seemed to be good, no-one could be truly sure of its future until push came to shove and the armies were mustered out….

With a strong cavalry force secured, David turned his attention to his infantry. As previously mentioned, the bandons were competent and reliable, but couldn’t be kept in the field for very long because of their semi-professional nature. David saw no reason to replace them entirely, but it had become apparent that another force was needed, something that combined the numbers of the bandons with the discipline and endurability of the eleutheroi, even if they didn’t fully match up. There weren’t nearly enough slaves available to create an expanded eleutheroi of the proper size, and so an army of natives would be needed. The ruler and his generals got to work experimenting with ethnic composition (Greek/Laz/Armenian, etc.), the recruiting basis of the new force (entirely volunteer or mixed), the weapons and uniforms of the new army and even their drills and tactics. From this process of trial and error had, by 1531, emerged the neostrategos.

The neostrategos arose from the simple observation that an army which ground down the enemy at a distance would take less casualties than an army which relied primarily on melee combat. Advances in weapons technology meant that muskets could be produced on a grand scale, even grander than that of the cannons, and given that it was much easier to train musketeers than it was to train bowmen, a force of gunmen seemed entirely possible. Of course, they’d be vulnerable while they reloaded, so they would need to either fire in lines, or have protection from ‘classical’ phalanx formations, preferably both. They should never be advanced beyond the line and so should maintain the support provided by the main line, but there had to be enough conventional soldiers to ward off any enemy charges. Any such unit would also have to be spread out enough to make good effect of their muskets, but not so spread out that they couldn’t be maneuvered. There were so many demands and requirements that needed to be balanced….

The first true neostrategos regiment was fielded in 1530. It numbered an even thousand men, of which fifty were corpsmen, standard bearers and other secondary combatants. The regiment was drilled to be able to form up in a half-dozen different ways, in a manner similar to that of the old bandon system. There were two types of foot soldiers. The pikemen bore polearms such as pikes, spears and billhooks and were heavily armored as benefited a conventional melee army of the period. The musketeers, meanwhile, were armed primarily with muskets, as well as a mixture of lighter weapons--swords, axes and maces, etc.--as a last ditch defense, and some lighter armor as well. Both groups wore dark blue tunics, and the long Lazic hats that the Ottomans had once used. The hope was that the two groups would be able to support each other, strengthening them and allowing them to function like armies in miniature.

David intended to raise some fifteen of these regiments, but by the time war would break out in the east only six of them had been mustered and trained. Ultimately, only twelve neostrategos regiments would be raised throughout David’s reign, most recruiting going to merely replacing losses from years on the battlefield. The units would prove to be quite effective, of that there was no doubt, but there was a great deal both public and private that the program was worth its ultimate cost. In a time fraught with financial uncertainties and declining revenues courtesy of the Spaniards and Irish, the costliness of the neostrategos--per head, they cost a time and a half as much as the eleutheroi to keep in the field--was a major drawback. The eleutheroi were also expanded, an action which drew some of the first direct criticism of the satrap from the presses of Trapezous.

Once the near-famine of 1527 had been averted, the attentions of Trapezous turned once again to the frontiers. While the marshalling of troops has already been covered, the long-neglected border defenses were hastily attended too. The rapid expansion under the Ratetoi and David himself

Nonetheless, by the year 1532, the Trapezuntine army was significantly larger than it had been mere years before. Some 20,000 new horsemen were available, 6,000 medium infantry had been raised where none had been available, while the bandons still remained as a reserve of soldiers and there were now some 7,500 eleutheroi under arms.
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