It is an hour before even the bravest of the royal physicians dares approach the body. This article was first published on April 15th 2021, but we've brought it back From The Archive to celebrate Crusader Kings III getting a new lease of life over on the old console boxes. And now, in the imperial bedchamber, with a wheeze like a ruptured bouncy castle being leaned on by thirty builders, the soul of a god escapes its prison of flesh at last. In the great hall, beneath the alabaster snarls of Zeus and Demeter, a marsh of sick cools from the near-apocalyptic revels of the emperor’s farewell feast. The last threats have been sent to the East. The last of the succession parchments have been signed. But today, in a sprawling fortress-chapel beside the Thames, that monstrous drum is striking its final, furious beats.
For one hundred and fourteen years now, the continent’s fortunes have been driven by the whims of a single, anvil-sized heart. It is the year 980AD, in a very odd game of Crusader Kings 3, and under the brassy gloom of a midwinter afternoon, Europe holds its breath.
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