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You ask her to tell you about her roots and herbs and stuff.

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She tells you of her herbs and roots, but you easily see that her tales don't match with what you know of herbs. Some are indeed used as folk remedies, but the combinations are straight wrong, and some even poisonous if mixed wrongly. You decide to call her out on this, and from that point onwards, the old woman fumbles in her talk, until the courtiers decide they had enough of this charlatan. The old herbalist, screeching, is dragged into the dungeon.

Later on you learn that she had a deal with the magistrate who 'recommended' her, to get extra cash from payment she would earn. He is quickly dungeoned and replaced with someone much more honest.


For the first time in your life, you will peruse the Scrolls of Kingdom Status. This is quite exciting, sending shivers down your spine - or perhaps it's this freezing draft in the palace.

After hours of waiting since early morning, the Advisor finally comes to your chambers. Your wife, busy in the corner sewing a new tunic for Bjern, can't help but peek at the Scrolls herself.

1to2

Happiness: 6
Population: 5
Economy: 5
Army: (9)
Imp.Authority: -1

"I'm pleased to announce that your father's policy of budget cuts, plus the profits from trade this year, have allowed our treasury to recuperate quite well. The statesmen and strong army strengthened your authority in the eyes of your subjects."

"The Army believes that it is a good moment to strike and conquer someone or gain fat loot. Is there anywhere Methiant should expand?"

A) Kingdom of Cydwyl!
B) New Parsian Kingdom!
C) Kingdom of Lametania!
D) Eldrican Kingdom!
E) Kingdom of Rucus!
F) Dwarven territories!
G) But we don't have to?

"Also, do you wish to issue your first Imperial Edict ever, my liege?"

A) What else have I waited all those years for??
B) No.

You try to goad him into talks about trade.

But he isn't interested, and leaves.


Silver and gold arrive at the Treasury, while gems are of course sent north.

5to6

Glassware brings abundance of profits. It's high quality is praised amongst your finer subjects.


There's a witch in your Empire.

Apparently, the magistrate in southern Donuth has gotten news that, apparently, during the plague, one of villages had eleven cases of the sickness, but thanks to remedies made by one of lonely, old women living by the forest of Tven, all eleven have survived. If she has such healing powers, the magistrate writes in his letter, she needs to be relocated to the capital and made a healer for benefit of all (or at least, your family).

You decide to...

A) Have the old witch brought to you for interview.
B) Dismiss the magistrate's idea.

I await, with anticipation, the opportunity to hear Cathar voice a damsel in distress.

That would be glorious

I'm still updating the first post ;v

You send for the dwarves. Having them negotiate in your splendorous keep in the middle of your grandiose capital city will surely work wonders.

1,1 _{finally, after 15 years of rolling for this trigger...}

You are Eivan, son of Cyl! You are wise, and so is your current heir and eldest son, Bjern, if his tutors are to be believed.

All of Methiant is in deep mourning! Emperor Cyl I of Methiant, King of Felonsein and Ceodwell, Overlord of Donuth, Tiftit and Eval has died in his sleep tonight! His glorious, superbly long reign has gained him the posthumous title of 'The Great', marking him first monarch in the region to obtain such a prestigious epithet since the Ceól of Luathbas from the early 700s.

Thousands have gathered in the streets of the capital, lamenting the passing of the old Emperor, covering their faces with the traditional black veils of mourning. Even the manliest of courtiers are weeping, for to see the passing of a legend like your father is a terrible burden. But he has passed on to a better place, and you have to sit upon the old throne of Methiant, one that your father has occupied (with brief interludes) for almost half a century.

You consider what regnal name you should adopt.

Obviously, you cannot even dream to match your father's accomplishments, so the name of Cyl is outta consideration. The name of Houlandin seems to have a curse over it, but you're not sure whether because it draws back to the old Luathbas or due to hubris of your brother?

Nevermind, you already found an answer. You will return to the venerable name of your ancestors - Yoe!

All hail Yoe III, Emperor of Methiant!

As people gather in the capital to take part in the funeral proceedings and say farewells to their beloved Emperor, you need to decide how much money should be spent on the procession and the funeral of your father.

As for the funeral itself...

A) A simple ceremony for as simple man he always portrayed himself to be!
B) Nothing short of grandiose parade attended by tens of thousands will suffice!

As for your father's tomb...

A) He will join rest of the family in our dynastic tombs.
B) He must be enshrined in separate, adorned tomb. We ought to commission a famous builder for this.
C) He deserves nothing else but grandiose mausoleum, dripping with gold, silver and marble. Such a work needs supervising by grandmasters of art and architecture!

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After all those years and three games, a monarch dies peacefully of old age. We're breaking boundaries with each update, guys!

...now I want Mong Kima cartoon series.

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You decide to cut Army's budgets as much as possible.

2

The Orcworld Fortress has been attacked! Some fair-skinned tribe of lizard females, that were sneaking through the mountains or just flew on backs of some hideous, leathery bats are responsible for this onslaught. The attack came from northwesternly direction, the mountains there not exactly scouted.

The lizard women were quite ritualistic in their attack; first their let out a defeaning war cry and then attacked the fortress; much to the horror of your soldiers, the lizard women on the ground simply climbed the smooth stone surface, their palms and feet covered with some sticky substance. The flying ones dived to the walls and towers, plucking away soldiers one by one like bird disposes of old feathers. Few remainedi n the air, shooting bows, throwing rocks and, simply put, shit-filled jars at the men on the walls.

All in all, about six dozen lizard females and ten of their bat-mounts were killed. Loss of soldiers is approximately over a hundred; most of the mdead, but there are some reports that few soldiers were carried away in the claws of the bat-mounts. Neither the bats nor the lizards have shown any fear for the smoke, fire and sounds produced by Thundercats or other Fireblood equipment installed on the fortress.

You decide to...

A) Send an armed expedition to northwest of Orcworld, seeking the lizard females (and the soldiers they stole from you).
B) Strengthen the garrison of Orcworld fortress, bringing much more shooters and Fireblood equipment there.
C) Do both of things described above.

E8 Saunion the swordguy.