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You accept their decision; apparently this pleased the noblemen greatly, and some are already preemptively celebrating the 'glorious union' of the future.

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In few days time, Cyl rises from the bed. His illness gave way to his youth and health and he is back on his feet.

Once you detail to him that even at his darkest hour, his noblemen were trying to destabilize the country, Cyl chuckles.

"You see, in the south, peoples of Methiant, and those from nations before it, were mostly concerned about procedural correctness and authority of the throne. Up here though, it's all about family ties, priviledges and traditions. Dogethe was first and only person to shook Cydwyl up a little, what with being woman that's leading from a throne as well as on batttlefield. They're still rooted in traditional ways of living and Pantheon worship. Did you know, that some noble families considered taking up arms against Methiant during that time when Yoe III fought against the Pantheon clergy in Methiant? My brother however, stopped them from doing so." Cyl shushed little Doge in his arms, who squealed aloud for no reason.

"Hopefully Doge will be able to integrate Cydwyllian traditionalism with Methiantese innovativeness quite well, otherwise blood will be spilled, over inheritance, or religion, or maybe even something trivial..."

"Are you certain of that?" You ask him, and he sighs.

"Everything's up to this little fella. We must be optimistic." He puts the babby into the craddle and embraces you.

"Sorry for putting you in all this stress, my dear." Cyl embraces you tightly, and you feel much better than anytime in past few days.

In the morning, as you two wake up Cyl's bed, disheveled and sore after tonight's revelry, your husband ponders aloud.

"Are you leaving for Methiant soon?"

A) "Yes, the Imperial throne cannot be vacant."
B) "I can stay a month or two, if you want."

There was exchange of fire between Luis and bots.

Hit: 85+4-20 = 69
Hit roll: 40, hit!
Damage: 23-9 = 14 damage
Heat: +2

Hit: 85+6-6 = 85
Hit roll: 54, hit!
Damage: 19-17 = 2 damage

Hit: 85+12-6 = 91
Hit roll: 4, hit!
Damage: 18-17 = 1 damage

A communication came from the commander.

"Zeta Squad, this is command. We've just received the data on the new Vector bot. Our research teams would've need to spend days if not weeks to study the robotic remains to get this much information. Good work. Command out."

D, A Nothing says we can't be the kid's regent for Cydwyl

Cydwyllian inheritance law and Cyl's court will v:

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You pack the clothes, the documents, the entourage and the kids, and haul yo bodice to Cyl's side at once.

A week later, the Cydwyllian capital welcomes you. The court nobles lead you to Cyl's bed in his quarters.

He looks weak, and the healers say that while his condition is stable, and you mention to them that you have a healing stone with you that could help. The medics look at the supposedly magical item with doubt but place it by his headrest.

Cyl smiles and touches Prince Doge's cheek, and then he sighs and closes his eyes. The healers rush to his side while you, numb and terrified, are politely rushed out of the bedroom.

A while later you learn that Cyl has fallen asleep. He did you a spook! Something to berate him for when he leaves the bed.

Next morning the diplomat that is attached to Cydwyl bring you news that the Cydwyllian court has gathered and is discussing possibilities of regency, election of new King, or some other option just in case Cyl would die.

A) They're discussing future of Cydwyl without me!? Intolerable! Time to go and tell them what I think!
B) Let's send our diplomat and politely negotiate concessions just in case someone oppose Methiantese rule.
C) It's internal matter of Cydwyllian court and I'm sure they will reach a reasonable consensus.
D) Let's send our diplomat and threaten use of force if someone tries anything funny!
E) Let's send our diplomat, but only as an observer and to make sure they're aware of our presence.

You decide to restrict the spices to the high, and rich, class of Methiantese - the noblemen of your court.

The same evening, an exhausted messenger has arrived, bringing the worst of news; King Cyl of Cydwyl is deadly ill!

What has begun as a fever after staying outside during a rain developed in illness of lungs, weakness of joints and now, your husband lies bedridden in the Cydwyllian royal palace. Cydwyllian healers are working around him every hour while his court is patiently awaiting his full recovery, of course.

As for Cyl's illness...

A) Send him a letter of support.
B) Send him the healing gemstone.
C) Pack up and visit him at his palace.
D) Pack up, your children too, and visit him at his palace.

That reminds you of one thing, that you should...

A) Announce that Prince Doge is the heir to the throne of Methiantese Empire.
B) Always wear warm clothing when the weather's bad.

The shooting commenced, and the bot fell!

Hit: 85+9-?? = ??
Hit roll: 53, hit!
Damage: 26-? = ?? damage

Hit: 85+9-?? = ??
Hit roll: 57, hit!
Damage: 31-? = ?? damage

Hit: 85+9-?? = ??
Hit roll: 90, miss!

Hit: 85+9-?? = ??
Hit roll: 32, hit!
Damage: 35-? = ?? damage

One of the Flybots was then shot down by the turret, the other missed the other bot.

Hit: 85-35 = 50
Hit roll: 11, hit!
Damage: 66-5 = 61 damage

Hit: 85-35 = 50
Hit roll: 74, miss!

Josephine: -3 Heat total, -1 Energy total
Jason: -2 Heat total
Luis: -3 Heat total
Kenneth: -3 Heat total, -1 Energy total
Flygun H: -5 Heat total
Flygun I: -5 Heat total
Flygun J: -5 Heat total
?Vector B?: -5 Heat total

Josephine: 6+0.5 = 6.5
Jason: (5, tied with Flygun I) => 6 => 2 => 6
Flygun I: (5, tied with Jason) => 6 => 2 => 4
Luis: 4+0.6 = 4.6
Flygun J: 4
?Vector B?: 3
Kenneth: 2+0.1 = 2.1
Flygun H: 1

She's good

A document is prepared as the Treasurer calculates amount of money that will be useful for the scholars.

Exactly five mornings later, they set out to the south.


As you prepare to head to the audience room to meet with the newly-arrived Gubtan traders, you suddenlt feel way-too-familiar pain in your abdomen. The Advisor helps you sit down on a bench that was nearby, as you feel the child in your womb stir.

It seems another little explorer wants out! Why it must always be at the most inconvenient of times, though?

A) I'm needed at a very important meeting and Cyl isn't around yet. Baby, shush!
B) Call up the nurses and order some hot water and towels to be brought!