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You decide to lead the troops to victory yourself!


Just as the Army is ready to go, you receive a report from Donuth; the Albionese Princess has been delayed by flooding and the wedding needs to be postponed till Late Spring.

A) The court can oversee the proceedings, I have a war to wage!
B) Fine then, we can postpone the fighting for this occassion.

You guys are either brilliant or nuts.

Pretty since its the latter, this is a trend since the early days of first SPAMKINGDOM I'm afraid

I mean, you guys fed a monarch to a hydra once.

I'm not sure we even need to expand primogeniture law to declare a male relative an heir just because he's related through a female line, since it's not totally clear what our current law is as far as I know, but I also don't particularly want to make that guy an heir anyway.

Current law is 'nearest male relative'. So it's Llewyn, then Eivan, and his son Bjern, then finally Saenn. Female inheritance is restricted and descendants through females not viable, the local trauma against girls goes all the way to the disasterous end days of Luathbas

Thus neither King Erik of Cydwyl, nor his brothers or sons, are currently viable.

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You decide to establish Religious Tax, to get profits from all this tolerance and proliferation of faiths within the Empire!

An invasion of Kingdom of Rucus is announced to your highest Army officials, so they can prepare an invasion plan in secret.


Your generals have come up with a plan; it involves moving the Army by the border of Lametania and strike into very middle of Rucus through Eval. This way is the fastest to get there without provoking or outright invading Lametania, but mobilization and deposition of troops there might take a whole month.

A) Let's just invade Lametania on the way there, its faster!
B) Sure thing, that works for me.
C) We need a better plan. How about the mountains?

PTW.

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You decide to send some money and supplies to the mines. Restoring them to full efficiency is a priority!


News from the Orcworld! The expedition sent to the east have found forests and grasslands, a prime spot for settlers, if you ever consider it. Rolling hills, flowery meadows and rivers full of refreshing water only add to the idyllic landscape!

That's possibly why the previous civilization that dwelled there settled in the region. The expedition found numerous ruins made of greyish bricks and stones. Most of them were overgrown and reduced to rubble, so they must be ancient, but all evidence points to high level of civilization, as some of the ruins were simply huge and definitely keeps, temples and other such ceremonial or governmental structures. No archeological artifacts were found, however; not even a piece of cloth or rusted sword blade.

Beyond the hills and the forests, your scouts saw some vast expanses of plains, and in the far distance of horizon, some mountains.

Scholars and the army members on the other side of the portal-tunnel will be compiling reports for some time now.


Gemstones arrive at the Treasury.

3to6, 2to3

The miners managed to mine out enough silver to fill half the usual quota. The glassware however didn't fare as good as the last year, and brought only some profits to the royal coffers.


Diplomatic corps have a report for you; apparently, the savage rulers of Albion, the pirate-y nation of bearded sailors and worshippers of the Father Mountain and Mother Sky, have been engrossed with tales of the splendor and wealth of Methiant.

No, no they don't want to plunder you, silly! Their current High King, Asgerr II, is willing to hand his only daughter and fifth child, Herta, as a wife for your son and heir, Llewyn!

A) That's fine, but how can I ever benefit from marrying such distant, heathen royal family? Sorry, gotta turn this proposal down I'm afraid.
B) Our reputation is so far-reaching, huh? Well it would be cruel to disappoint our fanboys up north by refusing the marriage offer!

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Gosh, going back through Cyl sure earned a lot of titles.

He used the conquer title, but he earned a bunch of others too. Negotiator, pacifier, something else i don't remember. What a guy.

Ye, you guys were one title away from obtaining 'the Great' title, which supersedes all other titles and grants a global +1 to all personal rolls (letter writing, personal combat, negotiations, army leading, lore knowledge, recovering from wounds, etc etc).

RNG has spoken, Llewyn got his trait. Rejoice!

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You decide that perhaps it's time for you to leave the throne. You're old, you're tired, you're getting affected with ailments.

Yes. Yes, it is time. You had a good run. Exactly forty years on the throne, in the age and the land where ten is considered plenty and twenty deserves a separate, commemorative history scripture.

During the next meeting with your court, you announce your desire to abdicate the throne. The courtiers' reactions are mixed; some are relieved, some are sad, some nod heads in agreement, some bemoan this as if it's some world-ending disaster.

You assure them that Houlandin will do fine as your successor.


You are Houlandin, son of Cyl!

Your father has just abdicated, and by the law of the Empire, you ascend to the throne of Methiant! You yourself are getting slightly old, 36 years is nothing to scoff at.

You are martial genius, and has proven that many times in the history of your princedom. Some people know, most do not care, that you're homosexual. Being one-eyed is, nowadays, just a nuisance to you, and some show respect to your battle scarring, too!

 You've made one son with Estrid. The girl has always been a faithful companion, and when she found out about your... preference, she swore to protect your secret. Truly, a woman to be rewarded for her loyalty! Llewyn himself is a very charismatic fellow, his eloquence and silvertongue noted by his tutors, and he loves poetry to boot (gotta score those points with ladies)!

Wearing the decorated, hand-knitted eyepatch for your coronation, you also adorn yourself with the leaf-necklace. Holding the Coronation Staff in your hand, you accept the Imperial Crown from the crowd of courtiers, the Advisor then places it on your bowed head.

What regnal name should you take? You consider this for a moment.

You never were like your father. Except stubborness, you two always warred about something. Dissappointment for him or not, you cannot simply accept his name as regnal name. Shall you go back to the old times of the dynasty, and assume the name of your venerable ancestors?

No, you're a self-made man! Thus, you decide to use your birth name as your regnal name. Long live Emperor of Methiant, and King of Felonsein and King of Ceodwell, also Duke of Eval, Master of Tiftit Hurthlings, the Overlord of Donuth! Long Live Houlandin I!


And now to the first order of business.

Estrid enters your study, wearing a simple dress. You know why she is here, so you take the papers, prepared long ago, from your desk. This has been a mutual agreement made over a decade ago, and finally, finally, you can set her free.

You sign the papers, meanwhile she sighs with a hint of regret.

"I wish you weren't like this, Houlandin."

"I wish you were a man, Estrid."

She gives you a chaste peck on your cheek, and happily takes her copy of the divorce documents. Llewyn, of course, will remain at the palace as your heir and can visit his mother whenever he wishes. As for Estrid, she is still young; you hope that she will lead a happy life beside that nobleman Ansdwyn (they started seeing each other last Spring, if you remember correctly), in her newly purchased keep and with her newfound riches.

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Unfortunately, the court isn't that happy about this. People of the Empire will surely dislike having a wife-less Emperor, but what they shall do about it? You have a son and heir, and two of your brothers are still alive. Plenty of dynastical backup there!

Few days later, you have to deal with something else entirely.

The silver mines, the backbone of Methiantese economy, has suffered a terrible flood! Apparently, the miners hit an underground river, and numerous tunnels were flooded, with quite a few miners drowned in the torrential water pouring into the shafts. The administrators of the mines are worried about both the cost and time that will have to be spent to reclaim the flooded areas. Part of the mines is still operational, but the income from them might not even be a third of what the mines produced.

A) I'm sure they can fix them on their own.
B) This is terrible! Let's sponsor their attempt with supplies, money and hired workforce. The silver must flow!!
C) But can they manage this on their own? We should turn to the local experts in mining and geology - that's it, the Dwarves!

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Guuuuuuuys, not only you managed to get a single monarch live to his fifties, he also reigned for 40 years AND retired peacefully.

I'm so fucking proud of you guys.

I think we made this temple when we were still Luathbas?

I did a little thread digging, and there is mention of some 'temple construction' and 'construction disaster' in first game, in about 865 AD. Dang, that's 300 years ago, no wonder the temple collapsed v;

I'm pretty sure you guys sponsored construction of Alldivine Chorus Amphitheatre, but not this ;v

_{Then again this game's going for 500+ pages, how does anyone remember all *that*?}