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YOu read a letter from your daughter.

In the letter, Eirika complains about her life at Cidric's court. She has all the pleasures she could ask for, of course, but Cidric isn't exactly a perfect husband. He prefers to go hunting, fighting with squires and drinking with his uncles rather than help with kids or spend time with Eirika. Cidric at least doesn't keep his eyes at other ladies and buys Eirika expensive gifts from time to time, but still she wished you've found her a more attentive husband.

In second part of her letter she complains about Cidric's uncles. They're the most nosy, rude and otherwise ratty people she has ever met. And what's worse, Cidric even seems to be in their clutches, if not willingly, then at least unknowingly. Everything they say or even suggest, her husband takes as best idea and tries to implement. She believes that Cidric's uncles might've had history with meddling with Cydwyl court as far as during Talon's short and rather unspectacular reign, as she found out from lower ranking courtiers that he was quite complacent and relies on his brothers to do governing around most of the time (except economical matters, as he kept a constant check on the pulse there).

Eirika concludes her letter with a hope that you can persuade Cidric to, as she puts it, 'man up and sober up', or at least one of these things.

A) Well a court life is never a perfect life, she should get used to it!
B) Hmm, how about I arrange a visit to Cydwyl capital?
C) Time to send my son-in-law a verbose and honest letter with some tips on governing.

You decide to keep a lid on this for now, maybe somewhere in the future you can use this to your advantage. You dismiss the Spymaster and the Advisor, and return your attention to the letters.

Only now you notice a certain difference; the letter from Cidric is signed with royal seal of Cydwyl, while the one from Eirika uses a simple wax seal. The one from your daughter is most possibly a personal letter.

A) Family before state affairs!
B) State affairs before family!

You decide to postpone construction of Royal Keep for a year and raise taxes. No edicts this year either.


You are sitting at the private library of your family, up in the main keep. You're about to call it a night and return to your chambers, when you feel something behind your back.

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You turn around, just in time to see a man, armed with a short sword step from behind the curtain! You unsheathe Wolf-Fang just fast enough to block his strikes, although he manages to cut your hand rather badly. Blood drips from the wound

His attempt botched, he attempts to escape!

3

The man has fled through the window, despite you raising the alarm. Your guards, however, manage to retrieve some of his things; the sword he has dropped, and a pin of his cloak, adorned with western styles.

The captain of the guard apologizes once again for letting for this situation to happen, while the Spymaster has already agents working on pieceing together the assassin's origins and attempting to discern his employer.

1

The healers are alarmed by the bout of fever that attacked you this afternoon. They easily pinpoint the reason behind this as some metal bit of the assassin's sword being lodged in your hand, so they re-open the wound and remove it.

6

You make a full recovery from the fever. While your hand needs a bit of healing more, the medics are positive it will be just like new in matter of a week or two.


You receive a royal courier from the north; two letters were written to you, one by King Cidric, and one by your daughter and his wife, Eirika.

Though just as you're about to open the letters, a servant steps up to you and leans down.

"Sire, the Advisor and the Spymaster have something to tell you. They say it's related to the assasination attempt."

You decide to...

A) Read the letters from the north.
B) See what's this urgency about.

You caw at the raven.

The birb descends at your face!

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You won't have a raven trying to peck your eyes out. Indeed, you smack it across its feathered body with the back of your hand. Cawing in most defeated way possible, the raven flies away into the night. Somehow, you have this supreme certainty that it was the prophetic raven you met before.

You seize the lantern with your hands, as if it's your prize. No mythical creature whatsoever will be dictating your future. You're the Emperor! You're the lord of your own destiny!


You get another grandkid; Abis has given birth to another boy. The happy parents named him 'Anwyn'.

From the north, you get news that King Cidric has concluded his campaign against the Agaresians, having routed another attack and having captured two Agaresian princes, forcing them to sign a peace treaty. A messenger arrives soon enough; your Thundercats, except few that were lost in combat, will be returned to you shortly.

From the south, you get news that Lametanians have managed to bring another defeat upon the Imperial landlords and have forced them to negotiations' table. You've received no letter of thanks for the two caravans of supplies you've sent so far, but maybe they're leaving the formalities for after the war?


Another long year. You drink down a goblet of wine, wishing for a simpler, more peaceful times ahead.

Ah, here comes the Advisor.

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"My liege, I have to report that proclamation of religious equality has been, begrugdingly or not, accepted by your peoples and most important by the heads of various religious orders. It seems that they finally saw no possible way of attaining power under your wise and tolerant policy."

His Scrolls of Kingdom Status are landed on your desk, and he unfolds them...

Happiness: 6
Population: 8
Economy: 1
Army: 2
Imp.Authority: 0

"Sire, our various expedidentures are seriously draining the Treasury. The Hurthling lands are still being developed, and the Royal Keep is still under construction. The Treasurer advises that we cut funding somewhere, unless we want to gamble on the next year's profits from glassware and metal supplies. At least raising taxes for a year would be a good precaution."

"While our bled-out Army is thinly spread and our economy is suffering, the recent victory against the rebels have kept people's opinions in check. However, your flurry of edicts is putting some strain on the subjects."

As for taxes...

A) Raise them for a year.
B) Nah, no need for that.

As for extra measures to cut spending for next year...

A) Halt the construction of Royal Keep.
B) Cut Army budget.
C) Stop the Hurthling development project.
D) Cut Fireblood Court's budget.
E) We will do fine, no need for desperate decisions!

Finally, the Advisor prepares a batch of clean parchment for you.

"Do you wish to issue an Edict, your Majesty?"

A) Obviously, duh!
B) Next year maybe.

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You follow the light up the stairs.

There it is! A lantern, knocked over on the floor of this balcony. The candle is still lit, its flame pretty normal orange.

Your interest is quickly absorbed, however, by a bird perched on the crenellations. It is a small, black raven. It's beak shines in moon light and its eyes seem to have certain degree of red coloration in them.

Bloody red coloration, in fact.

A) Time to evacuate, now!
B) Ca-caaaw?
C) Shoo the birb away from the lantern.
D) Wait.

Shush, you ;v

You decide that Evalian leaders and nobility must go, so the masses will more easily adjust to new overlordship by Methiantese peoples.

You write up proscriptions for your agents and officials, and some believe that over hundred of people will have to disappear by end of the year.

With that, the Army moves in to garrison the area and pacify some villages (if they dare to resist), and the campaign is concluded.

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Congratulations! Cyl I successfully completes a campaign!

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Tragedy strikes two days into return journey to Methe; Connan's health worsens considerably after a bout of fever, and he perishes just before the sunrise of the third day.

A) A military hero of Methiant has perished! He shall have a grandiose funeral and even grander tomb must be constructed for him!
B) Esta's surely turning in her grave, knowing that Connan will be joining her in the family's tomb.