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"I'm also going with Prince! The more bodyguards he has, the better."

The assorted priests and priestesses enter your throne room.

"Greetings, King of Glennuaine, may the Pantheon bless you!" Their leader speaks to you. "Luathbas has suffered a fire this Spring, and as we're not exactly a rich community, we've had to venture forth looking for donations to rebuild one of the temples that was burnt down. Alas, the Koi, the Talablath, and even Cydwyllian council was deaf to our pleading. Therefore we ask you, help us rebuild the magnificent Temple, and suredly the Pantheon will bless your rulership!"

A) "Sorry, got no money to spend."
B) "As you wish! Glennuaine's money will be spend to rebuild the temple!"

You give the dwarves a green light for prospecting and geological surveying of the hills. The dwarves bow their heads and hurriedly leave.


Harvests this year have been quite plentiful! Vegetables, fruits and grains have been stockpiled in the granaries and every peasant has had enough to both feed their families and sell the excess on the markets.

'Such a bontiful year is a sign from the Gods!' Claim both the commoners and clergy alike. 'We ought to celebrate with festivals and feasts!' Obviously, the people want you to pay the expenses for their drinks and entertainment.

A) Party time for all!
B) No parties, get back to work.

You repeal the tax, but the money will remain in the Treasury.

The Hurthlings squeakily thank you for your mercy and magnificence, and leave hurriedly.

The dwarven delegation from Emeden is led in next. The bald, scrawny-looking dwarves enter, wearing dark robes and flowing capes.

"Greetings, King Eyrdri. Your predecessor turned us way thrice, but we're not going to let prejudice go in the way of industry and wealth-making! The hills surrounding your valley kingdom have their riches, be it ores and gems, untapped. The earth itself cries out to our runesmiths that it wishes to disgorge its mineral wealth. And we are willing to search the soil if you allow us to upturn the rocks and level the hills. Once riches are uncovered, we ask only for a cut of profits to go for treasuries of Emeden."

A) "First find the riches, then we can talk about ventures and profits."
B) "Agreed! We shall share the riches of our land with the enteprising dwarves!"
C) "Our valley is for growing foodstuffs and fruit-bearing vines, not heavy industry. No deal."

You decide to meet with Hurthlings first.

The short, thing creatures with their round faces and curly hair clap their hands as they approach the throne.

"Hooman king! The Short Tax makes fun of us and we no longer can pay the monee with each harvest! Please repeel the tax! Our peeple need the money to buy theengs! Please, please give the stolen monees back to us." As the Hurthlings' big eyes fill up with water, you quickly remind yourself of the Short Tax... ah yes.

It was instituted by Brean early in his reign, putting a monetary burden on Hurthlings to 'ensure thier contribution to the State', in exchange for being protected against other Kingdoms. Brean's enforcers made sure that Hurthlings wouldn't say no.

The Advisor scratches his cheek and leans towards you. "My liege, the tax is the only reason we have money in the Treasury, for we have no real trading or production profits going."

A) "I will repeal the tax, but what was taken by Brean's men will be used to better the living of my subjects!"
B) "You shall be given the latest tax money, and the tax itself will be repealed! Rejoice!"
C) "The Tax is a must to keep our kingdom running! I'm sorry, but it will remain for the time being."

I'd really like C Redesign the arms so that the green doesn't cover the vines, such as with a cross or as a checkered background, acknowledging our regional past and the hurthling contributions to our state yet without the tinge of subservience to a vanished(??) empire.

Sure.

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You decide to take Fortana as your wife.

Due to circumstances and the time, the wedding is frugally prepared. The girl was cute and pretty, and that's about it. Just like you remember her from meetings with her father...


"With the scarf!"

"Without!"

The shouting of your courtiers have brought your attention (and disrupted your afternoon reading, too). The reason for the commotion soon becomes clear - your men are arguing about the Glennuaine's coat of arms.

Glennuaine acquired it about 60 years ago, when Yoe VI, then Emperor of Methiant, has reorganized his domain and split the fringe lands into vassalships. This solution worked just as anyone could expect, and Brean, styling himself a King, took the banner as his own.

The banner depicts the national 'treasures' of Glennuaine - red vines on white field. There's a large scarf of green going diagonally across it - all vassals of Methiant were given banners with such scarf to showcase their submission to Methiantese throne.


"We have to tear the green off! We're free men, not Methiantese vassals!!"

"It was design made by one of Hurthling clans! It's symbol of our communal pride!!"

The bickering is starting to give you a headache. You decide that...

A) The coat of arms should remain as it is.
B) Only red and white will be colors of Glennuaine.
C) A redesign is needed, to make the green an accent, not the dominant colour.