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You order the money fetched to the dwarves.

Few hours later, the wagons laden with treasures and money and gold bullion leave with the bearded craftsmasters.


Trumpets and flutes sound in the air! The King's tourney is taking place!

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Despite the prowess of the champions and squires who entered combat, the crowds that gathered were surprisingly small. Perhaps the trauma of the last one still lingers in the air?

The fighters had their battles and the peasants who did visit to spectate had their fun.

Some of your courtiers grumble however, thinking that such an event should've been a bit more glamorous and pompous.

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"A cave-in??" The manager bows his bandaged head.

"Aye, my liege. We were digging out a vein of gold when there was a terrible rumble thorough the mountain. Several upper tunnels suddenly collapsed, and rubble came falling down. We've lost many experienced miners and several cartloads of gold ore that was awaiting to be pulled out. In situation such dire as this, I come personally requesting aid of the Crown, to gain resources needed to hire new miners and maybe even prospect the mountain some more. Otherwise, it might take the next year to restart our mining operations."

You shake your head and send the manager back. You have no money.


You tap your desk, eyeing the Scrolls of Kingdom Status while the Advisor is pacing around.

Happiness: 6
Population: 3
Economy: 0!
Army: 6

The Treasurer is moaning in despair behind the door.

"My liege, with the mines not operational and Cartel of Golden Arms not exactly a stable source of income, our Treasury is currently empty." The Advisor states the obvious as you grit your teeth.

"Your subjects are quite happy and the army is quite strong. Perhaps we need some drastic measure to fill our vaults with money again?" That's when the Marshal steps inside, cape fluttering dramatically behind him. After him steps the Spymaster, almost noiselessly.

"My liege! I have received news that a kingdom to the west is currently weak and has an incompetent ruler, but is known for its wealth of gemstones." The Marshal says, and the Spymaster nods eagerly. "How about a raid to plunder their riches?"

As for dramatic measures within the Kingdom...

A) "Dismiss some mercenaries and raise taxes!"
B) "Tax the peasants harder this year!"
C) "Dismiss some mercenaries!"

As for dramatic measures involving the foreign lands...

A) "Why stop at raiding? Lets us conquer that land, and add its people and riches to Bailemarr's account!!"
B) "Nay! We need the Army within our Kingdom!"
C) "Splendid idea! Prepare your raiders and pillagers, good Marshal, the soldiers of Bailemarr shall go for a raid!"

//This is a double-vote. Singular votes or votes split over two posts will be dismissed.

"Create this artifact for me, and I shall pay you when it is finished!"

"So it shall be done." The dwarven leader says and bows his head. A contract is written between you and the dwarves, in two identical copies - one scroll ends in the Advisor's hands, and the other in hands of the dwarven leader.

"We shall now depart for hundred days into deepest pit of your castle, and toil there until our work is done." The leave the audience hall. A while later the guards report that the dwarves have moved to one of deepest dungeon cells with no window to provide light.

Creepy chanting and metallic noises come occassionaly from the cell, they say.


After exactly hundred days of hammering, chanting, clanking and whispering, the dwarves arrive. Their leader has in his hands an intricate chain of golden rings, tied together with a silver thread waving between the holes. Tiny flakes of gemstones adorn the largest of the chain links, which was elongated into a rectangular shape. Your courtiers gasp and murmur in awe, as the sunlight seems to make the gold and gems glitter with extra shine.

"This is the work of our hands and beards. It shall protect you from projectiles that your enemies might hurl at you." He passes the amulet to the Advisor, who then hands it to you. Despite the thing made of gold and gemstones, it weights as little as a leather strap! How is this possible?

"Our work has been finished. Now we ask that we be compensated for our craftsdwarfship, king Velarien of Bailemarr."

A) "Treasurer! Money for the dwarves!!"
B) "You know what, I've changed my mind. Guards, get rid of these smelly creatures at once!"

It's one of those that you can cuddle only once

Giant/Centaur Siege of Winter 243. No words, only pics, fighting started 1st Opal.


Siege lifted at 17th Opal when the last group fled. 8 dead and 7 wounded dwarfs.

Äkillam stands strong.

I love this so so much.

How is Geno so hot!?

You decide to sponsor the tourney!

After some planning, the date was set for Autumn, to coincide with the usual harvest-time festivities.


The Cartel of Golden Arms have brought gold to the Treasury.

A few days later, the guards arrive at the throne hall, clearly in rush.

"Your Majesty! The dwarves have arrived! They've heard of your kingdom's wealth, and are willing to exchange their craftdwarfship for it."

A) "I need no stinky earth-burrowers in here! Turn them away."
B) "Aw yeah I will have a dwarven artifact! My splendor groweth!!"