Izack
Non sequitur
After far too long away from one of my old favourites, I picked up Age of Empires II and had a few matches.
After a trial run, I gave a shot playing as the Teutons and using only their special knight unit. After an initial alliance and the stabilisation of our borders across the map, a Celtic AI turned traitor, attacking the trade caravans. I slaughtered them.
Some time after that, my other Briton allies decided to go all touchy and neutral on me. Having already built up too much momentum, rather than bothering to parley with their king I just let the war machine steamroll over them too (the knights were already attacking without command, and it would be a pain to get them to stop.)
Eventually, after some disturbing encounters with hundreds of Hun cavalry units, a stalemate came and went, and the battle turned once again in my favour. The Huns were crippled and scattered, and all that remained was a Frankish team already worn down by being on my other front. My two armies finally met after circumnavigating the map in opposite directions for one last push against the remaining enemy forces.
The final moments of the game:
WOLOLO
The postwar analysis reveals that the treacherous Celts must have backstabbed my other allies very early in the game. The red swath is, of course, solid waves of nothing but Teutonic Knights.
Oh AoE, I have missed you.
After a trial run, I gave a shot playing as the Teutons and using only their special knight unit. After an initial alliance and the stabilisation of our borders across the map, a Celtic AI turned traitor, attacking the trade caravans. I slaughtered them.
Some time after that, my other Briton allies decided to go all touchy and neutral on me. Having already built up too much momentum, rather than bothering to parley with their king I just let the war machine steamroll over them too (the knights were already attacking without command, and it would be a pain to get them to stop.)
Eventually, after some disturbing encounters with hundreds of Hun cavalry units, a stalemate came and went, and the battle turned once again in my favour. The Huns were crippled and scattered, and all that remained was a Frankish team already worn down by being on my other front. My two armies finally met after circumnavigating the map in opposite directions for one last push against the remaining enemy forces.
The final moments of the game:
WOLOLO
The postwar analysis reveals that the treacherous Celts must have backstabbed my other allies very early in the game. The red swath is, of course, solid waves of nothing but Teutonic Knights.
Oh AoE, I have missed you.
