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You order that more peasants are to be drafted into the army.


Spies from the southern borders note that activity of the Damad worshippers is low, but they also have different news: Lametania descended into civil war! Apparently there was succession crisis and the country is split into three factions at the moment. They will continue to report on the proceedings of the war.


Governor of Augas reports that a strange black man in purple and blue clothes have arrived at his castle. He speaks a strange language, and despite having a 'translating slave' with him, the governor has hard time to communicate with him. He will try to establish some sort of understanding with the stranger, as it seems to be an emissary of some sort.


"My liege, dire news from the western borderlands."

"...is it Fomorians again?"

"Well, hmm, unfortunately, yes." The advisor then reads you a report from a local noble; the Fomorians are now assaulting merchants to gather coins and valuables to 'get loot for King'. "It seems that the previous envoy didn't mention money during his previous visit, so maybe we could send anoth-"

*THUD*

"I heard that some MERCHANTS have been OPPRESSED, my liege! Mayhaps the Army could HELP!?" The Marshal stands proudly in the doorframe, his cape flowing behind him.

A) They really can't be reasoned with, can they? Kill them all!
B) Let's send another envoy.

Despite voices of protest, another envoy is sent to the Fomorians in hopes of teaching them how to laws.

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Apparently, this envoy have succeeded; the Fomorian King promised to 'eat hunt animals' rather than steal 'soft meat'.


In that's time of the year; gotta peruse them Scrolls of Kingdom Status!

Happiness: 4
Population: 5
Economy: 3
Army: 5

The advisor rolled the scrolls and then looked at you.

"I heard that Your Majesty wished to discuss some things with me?"

A) "Yes! Announce that peasants will be drafted into the Army!"
B) "Yes! Prepare recruitment posters so we get mercenaries for our Army!"
C) "Nah, I was just thinking loud."

Hit: 111-22 = 89
Hit roll: 38, hit!
Damage: 39-3 = 36dmg

10+12 = Up to 22HP healed

Hit: 102-15-18 = 69
Hit roll: 22, hit!
Damage: 19-3 = 16dmg

You send an envoy to them to explain things.

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You listen to report in which it is vividly described into how many pieces the envoy was torn apart.

"SAVAGEERREEEEEEEEEH!!!" Screams the Marshal.

A) Time to exterminate.
B) Let's try again.

He snarls at you, then thinks, then he tosses his huge mace at you, but it lands few feet in front of you.

"Shiny weapon! Payment! Now give land!!" He follows his words with a growl.

A) "I can't even lift that thing! This is no payment! Begone at once!"
B) "Fine! This forest and meadows around it are your tribe's now! But if I will hear of you causing trouble, you will be punished!"

Smile more often Tiruin!

_{Drink coffee more often Tiruin!}

You declare your intent to meet the Fomorian leader and even manage to escape the clutches of your terrified Queen Mother and the advisor.

With your trusted bodyguard detail, you venture to the 'forest' claimed by the Fomorians. A group of three emerges, all of them armed with large clubs with stone heads. Primitive weapons, but as the stones are larger than your head, you decide not to diss their savagery just yet.

You then shout at them that you want to meet their King. They sniff at you, grunt, laugh, mumble and then one of the disappears into the forest. You wait for a while, before the tall, cloaked Fomorian steps out from the bushes, carrying his obsidian-headed mace over his shoulder.

He stares down at you, and then laughs.

A) "Leave these lands immediatelly, or you shall be slain!"
B) "What do you want from my lands, Fomorian King!?"

No split votes.