The bunch of the 'yes men' that is your council agrees that gathering information about their members coming in and out of Luathbas would be best course of action for now.
822 AD, Autumn
An annual report comes frm the Augas province; per usual, the tax revenues were sent to Parsia.
Unfortunately, he also sends less fortunate news; their King, who reigned for less than six years, have fallen gravely ill, and the are rumors that he was poisoned by one of his sons; if the situation really goes to dung, there might be another civil war and shifts in power in Parsia.
The governor will continue to inform you regularly, and he also allowed himself to shift most of his soldiers to the border with Parsia.
822 AD, Winter
You and the advisor pace nervously in front of Aolineniya's bedroom. She experienced pains by the afternoon and despite fact that it's almost evening, you continue to wait.
Suddenly the door opens, and your personal healer allows a loud baby cry to escape the bedroom!
"It's a girl, my liege. There's naught a thing wrong with her!"
Few hours later, you join your wife and sit at the side of her bed. You ask for the girl's name.
"Oh, I talked with your wise mother, my liege, and I decided to use the names of your people for our children. Therefore I decided that our daughter's name will be Elsa."
Sounds like a name for a princess of a fairy tale, don't you agree?
...Wait a moment.
"Where are her pointy ears?" You ask, pointing at the barely sharpened tips of Elsa's tiny ears.
"Ah, my liege, this is normal. Generation by generation, children of the children of our marriage will lose elfin traits till the point they will be indistinguishable from any other human."
No bonus elven traits for your kids, it seems.
822 AD, End of the Year
The advisor brings Scrolls of Kingdom Status to you, like every other year before.
Happiness: 3
Population: 5
Economy: 4
Army: 5
"I can't help but note that the mood of the populace is rather low. Thanks to the revenues from the mining operations in the south, and the bloodless end to the rebellion by Count Tupak, our nations is prospering, my liege!"
823 AD, Spring
3to6
Another wagon-load of revenues from mining operations down south have arrived at the court!
823 AD, Mid-Spring
Agents from the southern borders report that lots of Damad's worshippers have left Luathbas in last six months.
Also, you are visited by Tataraq, the Priest of the Pantheon, one of the men responsible for the workings of calendar and observation of all religious festivals on schedule... and the Hurthling chieftain, clad in his characteristic pink cloak.
"My liege! I appear before you because Hurthlings are stirring trouble again!"
"We are nut!"
"Be quiet! As I said - trouble, my liege! The Hurthlings, per every year, decided to observe the Birthday, a sacred day of their... religion, involving lots of alcoholic drinks. But this time it occured on the Day of Pure Water, when everyone stays sober! They got drunk and dared to hurt the ears of the faithful with their baudy, shrieking songs! This be blasphemy, sire! " The Hurthling chieftain stomps with his foot.
"We do that every year and nobody was angry aboot that before! Yoo are a wise King, King of Hew-mons, you can clearly sii that we, the little peoples of little land, are being oppressed again!" The Archpriest scowls.
"My liege! The Hurthlings are doing what they want and when they want, and when asked to stop they shout that they're being oppressed! It's about time we stop pandering to them everytime they do that!"
A) Announce that the Hurthlings are viable to follow their ways as they please, even if it conflicts with one of the many of Luathbas' religious observances.
B) Negotiate some sort of calendar-related compromise.
C) Ask the Chieftain to comform to the Kingdom's religious festivals and not be so stubborn at least this once.
