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Your reply, containing the rejection of the demands, is sent back to Lametania.


You receive a report that a horde of traveling hurthlings, about a thousand if not more, have passed through the hills in the northeastern Luathbas and is camping in the lowlands.

As far as you know, Hurthlings are small, hairy and jovial creatures that are known for having some expertise in agriculture and possessing rather lengthy lifespans. They also eat a lot and dislike any kind of oppression - and if threatened, they can be both stubborn and very hard to deal with and move from the place they decide to call home.

Shortly after the report, a short, toothy, round-faced Hurthling chieftain, clad in simple chainmail and pink cloak, arrives at your court, with his very fat wife and three (rather comically) large-eyed children in tow.

"Griitings, noble hew-mon sirreh!" He bows in respect, and his family does that as well. "We be siiking lands to settle at, as the scary, ugly trolls have taken over our bootiful valley! Certainly yoo could spare us some fertile hills and miidows, yeh? We promise to till the land and accept your rule over us and be frends to your hew-mon subjects, if yoo agree to help us in our plight!"

A) Fanciful races are always, sooner or later, source of problems! Sorry little fat people, but you need to find your new home somewhere else - and far from Luathbas.
B) D'aww, how could anyone reject the pleas of such lovely small peoples like you?? Of course you're welcome to settle in our lands!

The taxes shall be kept higher this year as well.


It's 10th anniversary of the toppling of the Tyrant, and a celebration would be a good thing to host if only the kingdom had any money to cover the expenses.


The dwarves arrive at your throne room, bringing a large ornate necklace; each eye adorned with a different gemstone of proper size. They ceremonially put it on your neck. You feel a sting of some strange power deep inside you.

The powerful magical artifact, Dwarven Necklace of Persuasion, is now your property.

The dwarves then pack up and leave, taking the money and their earthly smell with them.


A letter arrives from the governor of Augas. The Parsians' activity along the border seems to be non-existent, and the stability in the region have invigorated the trade! There's a high chance that revenues from the trade taxes might be better than usual!


A report from the south have arrived; at the Ashandell Keep, there was a revolt.

4

Part of the garrison, afraid about their payments (due to the state of royal Treasury), attempted to take over the fortress. However, the 'Loyalist' faction have fought bravely and secured the fortress for you. However, with six hundred dead, and thrice that number of wounded and detained, the Army took a severe blow to its strength.


Bad news come from the cities in the north; the high taxes have angered the populace to the point it all burst up in riotings. City mayors sent reports of casaulties and the total amount of dead nears almost three thousand.


A letter from the King of Lametania (son of the previous one, who invaded the south of Luathbas several years ago) have arrived, brought by a messenger.

It's contents are mostly insults about your family and boasts of Lametanian army's strength. Finally, you are being requested to hand over the disputed southern lands, or Kigndom of Lametania will take them by force.

You decide to write a reply, in which...

A) You agree to hand over the southern lands, and its population, to Kingdom of Lametania.
B) You refuse to comply with his threats, and politely ask if that swine that is his mother is still alive, because you don't really remember the insignificant peoples.
C) You demand that Lametania provides legal proofs to the claim, if there are any legal proof for ownership in the first place.

There's no option E on previous option list.

A-head a-sploded!

Hit: 98+15-20-16 = 77
Hit roll: 66, hit! Crit roll: 14!
Damage: r15+1 = 16x2 = 32dmg

Objectives:
Locate Directorate's Listening Post
Eliminate all Directorate units in the area
Destroy the listening equipment

You order the mighty Army of Luathbas to confront the filthy orc slavers.

4

The Army does meet with the orcs near the village of Tadwannraedh. You receive report of fierce fighting in which there are heavy Army casaulties, but the orcs' warband is destroyed and the few survivors flee back to their homeland!


Yearly convoy of money from Augas have arrived at your court!


Your beloved wife, after such long time, finally gives birth to another child! It's a boy, and she names him 'Lech'.


A group of dwarves arrives at the court! They smell of earth and death, but this time its a different group of smiths and magicians - they heard of both your military exploits and your usually disasterous diplomatic shenanigans, therefore they offer to craft you an enchanted necklace of gold and gemstones that will 'persuade' those you deal with at the negotiations' table to be more open to your suggestions.

They request a huge amount of money for their services, however.

A) Splendid! Not many a monarch can boast having magical artifacts on their personages. Let's pay the dwarves for this enchanted necklace!
B) Naw, we don't need no magic to run our kingdom.
C) Considering the last time you met with dwarves, and knowing a little about their laws and contracts, ask them if there is another way you can pay for this necklace.

The advisor leaves to inform the treasurer of the decision.


You prepare to fall asleep besides your beloved wife. Just as you close your eyes, you suddenly feel a breeze from the window and someone's eyes at your back. You turn around just in time to see a silhouette of a man with a dagger!

Assassin!

6 _noooooo

You swiftly grab your sword and raise it so it meets the blade of the assassin with a loud 'clink!'. Your wife wakes up and screams in terror, while you, in your pajamas, jump off the bed and slash at the attacker, who parries the blow - nonetheless, his attempt has been compromised, and he flees towards the window!

6 _{THIS IS FUCKIN WIZARDRY}

You grab a candlestick from the night table and toss it at the assassin, clonking him right on his head. He tumbles down and kisses the cold stone floor of your bedchamber, just as the Royal Guard bursts through the door. They quickly apprehend the assassin.

The next morning, the assassin has been interrogated ("He spilled no beans, sire"), and a coded letter was found on his person.

The advisor and Captain of the Guard promise to put all effort in finding who have sent the assassin.


Urgent report from Augas province!

6 _{why it keeps rolling 6's!? ;~;}

Several organized attempts by the Parsians to retake Augas were swiftly and brilliantly defeated by your Army, and they even made some counter-raids past Augas' borders and into Parsian mainland. This should surely make Parsians think twice before they dare to attack Augas again!


Orcish warband is raiding the south-western villages! A terrified messenger says that they're 'hiring' new 'workers' for their 'enterprises'.

Something should be done about it; slavery is a disgusting thing in the minds of Luathbas people, and therefore letting a part of population be snatched will only infuriate both the peasantry and the nobility.

The advisor tells you the possible options, and in the end, you decide to:

A) Send tributes to the orcish warchief, basically buying your people's safety with the Treasury's coffers.
B) Order your mighty Army to meet the orcs in the field and attempt to rout them.
C) Prepare a tearful speech in which you lament the fact that the Crown can do naught about this.

The trade advisor sighs as the old engineer, his apprentices, and large amount of materiel is convoyed eastwards to Augas.


The yearly revenues from Augas safely arrive at the capital!


The censuses are completed; the population of Luathbas did increase, as predicted.


An exhausted messenger brings news from Augas!

2

Luathbas forces suffered numerous defeats in the open field and lost two minor fortresses close to Parsian mainlands! The Army commanders stationed there request new recruits to be sent immediatelly!

A) Draft some peasants and have them sent eastwards!
B) Hire more mercenaries and adventurers to bolster Army ranks in Augas!
C) Oh, they will be just fine, we're sure of that!

The fierce exchange of lasers continues!

Hit: 95-20-16 = 59
Hit roll: 17, hit!
Damage: r23 = 23dmg

Hit: 101-20-16 = 65
Hit roll: 80, miss!

~~Enemies Turn!~~

Hit: 102-22 = 80
Hit roll: 5, hit!
Damage: r13-1 = 12dmg

Hit: 93-15-7 = 71
Hit roll: 39, hit!
Damage: r10-2-1 = 7dmg