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You decree that money shall be sent to the affected villages.


You're reading a book at your study when you hear it. A low, continous whistle that picks up on volume.

Then, through the window, you see a flash of light and a thunderous explosion, although there's little of exploding dirt visible.

The commotion at the castle caused by the strange (and startingly loud) occurence goes on for a while before some men arrive, having braved the area where the explosion came from.

"Sire! A rock has landed into a crater on the fields outside the city! The rock is black and bears speckles of blue ore!" Some of your wiser couriters as well as some advisors murmur between each other, before the Advisor steps forward.

"My liege, it seems that some pieces of Sky Iron have been delivered upon our soil! It is a rare occurence, and the metal fetches lots of value upon the market, and can be fashioned into powerful items of magic and sorcery. However, the clergy of the Mother and Father would gladly sacrifice the ore upon the altars, so that the gods would protect our nation from catastrophes and general bad luck!" You rub your beard thoughtfully.

"Who in this age and place can create artifacts from Sky Iron?" The Advisor nods.

"The Drakes, the closest living at Cbran, for a price, and of course after lots of work. Would be a trifle thing to make for a Witch-" Your courtiers grumble at the Advisor, who falls silent.

A) "Good luck and prosperity is what Kastoria needs. We will sacrifice the ore to the gods!"
B) "We need money, and if the ore can bring us some, we shall sell it."
C) "A Witch! Surely this is a good idea. Find me a witch, then!"
D) "Send the messenger to the Drakes of Cbran, I would love to see what their artificers can accomplish."

Chop chop!

Hit: 90-22 = 78
Hit roll: 22, hit!
Damge: 19-1 = 18dmg

The enemy air force was decimated, leaving the ground troops without support!

Hit: 95+10-19 = 86
Hit roll: 86, hit!
No crit roll.
Damage: 11-3 = 8dmg

Niels strikes again!
Hit: 95+10-19 = 86
Hit roll: 90, miss!

Hit: 110-19 = 91
Hit roll: 17, hit!
Crit roll: 65, no crit
Damage: 21-7 = 14dmg

Hit: 92+15-19 = 88
Hit roll: 19, hit!
Crit roll: 5, no crit
Damage: 16-7 = 9dmg

Hit: 83-19 = 64
Hit roll: 39, hit!
No crit roll
Damage: 14-3 = 11dmg

Siegfried attacks once more!
Hit: 83-19 = 64
Hit roll: 26, hit!
No crit roll
Damage: 14-3 = 11dmg

You decide to explain yourself.

3*_Pfffffffftt

You end up outside her bedroom. You decide to give her some time instead.

Hopefully, measured in weeks, not months (or years).


The money is sent to Satorias and Maestrimar.


As you eat the dinner with your beloved second wife, suddenly you feel the vibrations of the ground. Then the walls rumble. Then the whole castle is shaking!

Earthquake!

As usual in this situation, most of the people go out onto the streets or courtyards, and same happens to you family and you.

3

There are few bruises when you and your wife tumble down on the floor due to all the shaking, but the worst comes from the broken leg of your little boy Kemen, who falls down the stairs. The healers take care of him quickly.

2

Rubble gets strewn across the yard and you see guards yelling as the quake tosses them off the walls and towers. Over the walls you hear the screams of the citizens of the capital, as well as intermittent, thunderous rumble of a collapsing building or two.

Then, as quickly as it came, the earthquake is gone. People sob, stable animals neigh and moo, and all is tranquil again.


The Governor arrives at your study with a preeliminary report on damages to the capital.

"Your Majesty, the damage was terrible across all the districts, but it was the temples and houses of trade, the largest stone buildings besides the palace, that suffered the most. I've talked with owners and they all bemoan that repairing or rebuilding the lost buildings will drain their pockets of money. I suggest that the Crown donates money to the people of the capital to help with the reconstruction."

A) "Sorry, ain't got the money!"
B) "Sure, we can donate some money to help those in need."
C) "I will donate lots of money to show off my generosity and benevolence!"

You concede to the marriage with Abene, Duke Circo's eldest daughter. The noblemen of the council are relieved and joyful.

"Do not worry yourself with preparations, my liege!" They stand up and bow. "We shall prepare a feast worthy of the First Marriage!"


All the proceedings go smoothly and rather fast. Two weeks after your approval, Abene is delivered to you - a tall girl with ample assets, wide hips, and a shoulder-long, plain hair. She is cheerful and loud in character, and very energetic in her movements. She is almost half your age, too, and it shows: your bearded, rugged face looking like a worn-out plank compared to the smooth silk that is her smiling face.

The feast is something spectated by the entirety of the capital, as the procession to the Temple of Mother and Father goes from the palace, through the trade district, then by the main avenues and to the Sacred Plaza, before you finally enter the temple in silence and with your wife at your side only.

The solemn priest, flanked by a male and female acolytes, praises the Father and Mother, and asks them to protect you two, who will follow unto their steps to create a Family and to produce the Children.

As you leave the temple, the crowd erupts into cheering! Everyone gathered rejoices and screams good wishes and prayers to the patron gods.

It's then when you notice a huddled man springing forth from between the citizens, a shiny blade in his hand!!

3*

It all goes so quickly. You feel the stabbing, you hear the screams, and you see two burly black creatures strike down the assailant with the their heavy maces.

Then comes darkness as your counsciousness slips into the void.


You wake up, and open your eyes, immediately feeling a numb pain in your abdomen.

The many candles lit across the room provide lots of light but confuse you as the place looks unfamiliar because of them, but from the furniture present you reckon that it must be your bedroom. After a moment, a rather familiar face leans over you - it is The Advisor. He sighs.

"Father be praised! You're awaken, my liege. This is most fortunate..."

For the next fifteen minutes you're briefed on the situation: the assailant was a local butcher, grieving for his brothers whom he lost to the Velason's Uprising, for they seeked glory under his banner. Tipped off by that lead, the Spymaster and the orcs went on an investigatory spree, capturing several more of Velason's supporters or people who held a grudge against you. As many as twenty people were captured and executed for the crime of collaboration to treachery.

Your wife was shaken, but unharmed in the attack, the butcher's knife having struck only you before the assailant was captured.


After lenghty recuperation, you decide that it is time to consummate the marriage with Abene.

It didn't last long - not that you weren't ready, her beauty more than enough of a stimulant - but because you had the unfortunate accident of whispering the wrong name into her ear when you two were getting it on (Xmantha sure lingers in your heart, it seems!).

Sitting at the edge of your bed and massaging your cheek, you dare not look at your wife. You can hear her huffs and grumbling, though, and her fury is almost palatable.

You decide to...

A) Explain to her that it was a honest mistake, and that you're sorry for it.
B) Do nothing, it's best to just let her cool down and forget the issue.
C) Do nothing... but prepare lavish gifts to be delivered to her bedroom tomorrow!

@Eloise:

"You're forgetting my name's Godfried, Eloise. Go already."

@Markus:

There were no map ready, for lack of supplies and skilled mapmakers led to the rebels working only on hearsays and oral knowledge.

@Sylvianne:

Cedric looked behind himself, and stopped quietly.

Doing exactly what was needed to have the book-reading armor mage bump against him.

"Sylvianne, is everything okay?"

You agree to have the jewellry sold to local Kastorian nobles and their families.


As you look out through the window at the dark skies and the roofs of the capital's houses drenched by rain, you wonder if this is an omen of something terrible to come. After all, The Mother cries when one's future is doomed!

Fortunately, you're taken away from this gloomy thinking by rapping at your study's door. The Advisor has come, bringing the Scrolls of Kingdom Status with him. You walk back to the table as he lays them down on it, the candlelight helping you read.

Happiness: 3
Population: 3
Economy: 7
Army: 2
*Navy: 1

"My liege, with the population of the Kingdom as it is, the tax exempt is letting many families avoid providing our Treasury with money. The Treasurer predicts that we will be losing money until we simply get more people to tax."

"The money from the nobles have given us a surplus for future spending. Our Army and Navy could do well with greater numbers, and people expect to get some relief from the recent years of instability. Some festivities are in order, no?"

As for increasing military numbers...

A) "Nah, we only need more land forces."
B) "Nah, we only need a stronger fleet."
C) "Sure thing! We will build up a mighty force in no time!"
D) "There are more important things to spend money on right now."

As for festivities...

A) "Sure, let's throw some parties and make the people happy!"
B) "I would rather not spend all the money we've got right away."