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You order the Felonsines to blast away.

For next few minutes, they huddle up near their crates and together they mix in various ingredients. Then, Fireblood and large stone projectiles are loaded into the large metal tubes of Blackhearts.

With hot red pokers, the little knots on top are lit. Then there's sizzli-

You can swear you hear thunders that day, and day became night from all the smoke! The mining site goes up in puffs of snow and dirt.

The first salvo ends abruptly and the Felonsines prepare another, cleaning the tubes with large brushes and cloth.

Just as they're ready to load and fire another salvo, scouts bring back urgent news; the Frostlings began their march toward your positions! You decide to...

A) All units - attack, attack!
B) Continue bombardment for another salvo, and then we will see what to do next.
C) Horsemen and archers will go and harass the approaching undead, the rest stays with Blackhearts.

Where mastahcheese at

Mastah pls come back ;<;

You decide to let secrets remain secrets, for now.


Frostlings! Frostlings has come amidst heavy blizzards!

A menace that has not been seen in your lands, nay, entirety of the region, for more than four centuries, has been seen descending from the Rainbow Lizard, Ironbone and Hurthling mountains!

The undead men who wear thick furs and rusted weaponry of their ancient lifes, have no chill for the living. Travelers say they've attacked Felonsein, Ceodwell, Cydwyl - and Methiant. By now a host of six hundred of them is ravaging the silver mines to the northeast!

Scholars undust the old tomes to search for weakness, but naught is really found; steel does not work against their dead bodies, nor fire is able to lick and consume their permafrozen flesh. Only by sheer numbers or awesome firepower, one can fell the Frostlings, your scholars say.

Emergency council is convened, upon which some decisions are made.

As for possibility of reinforcements from Lametania...

A) Nay, we will need them for later.
B) This is best opportunity to call them!

As for battleplan against Frostlings...

A) Send the Army along with Blackhearts to blast these wretched undead apart along with their mountains!
B) Send the Army northeast and attempt to find best place and time to beat the Frostlings.
C) Gather forces and adopt some defensive tactics, but don't attack Frostlings yet.

As for your participation in this campaign...

A) Naaaaaaah, I think I will stay in the Palace.
B) BUT OF COURSE!! ONWARDS, TO GLORY!!

//No split votes pls.

You decide to raise the tax for the next year.


Your soldiers return from Kingdom of Ceodwell! Their numbers thinned out by a fifth, but they bring tales of their brave exploits and many victories against the orcs, as well as letter of gratitude from your father-in-law.


Your beloved wife gives birth to a boy!

Alas, the child was born still. The maids weep while your courtiers curse the heavens for this insult to your family.


There's much rejoicing in the court when a messenger arrives with report from the prospector. Apparently, he has already struck crystals and jewels of white and yellow and pink coloration. Your Treasurer, judging from the report, considers this more of a source of income rather than any worthwile bantering good. Still, money is money!

At the end of the report, the prospector-now-manager promises to have the first caravan of jewels brought to your palace by Winter.


While cleaning out an old cottage that once belonged to the falconer of previous tyrant of Methiant, your servants stumbled upon a treasure cache!

They've discovered an oaken chest buried under the floor of the cottage. Inside the chest, there were layers upon layers of flax cloth, with some flasks of old perfume and a curious item between the folds; the item being a round amulet made of cast iron and infused with orichalcum, giving it an awesome 'streaky' appearance. The scholars and priests detect a tinge of magic inside the item, but they have no idea what powers it might have or where did this amulet came from, as there's nothing about it in daily chronicles of tyrant's life.

You decide to...

A) Give the trinket to your wife to ease her suffering.
B) Declare it Crown Jewel of Methiant and wear it yourself.
C) Sell it away for some quick cash.
D) Search for a Wizard or Sorceress to determine the powers of this item.

You dismiss the Battlebrother as you don't have the money.


First loads of sulphur, saltpetre and others are packed up and sent westwards, just as silver from the other mine arrives at your Treasury.


"Orcs?"

"Aye, King Yoe." The Ceodwellian envoy takes off his beret. "The mongrels, not seen around these parts for centuries, raided few settlements in the soutwest of my liege's kingdom. As he is dealing with some unruly Kashite and Gubta elsewhere, he has shortage of men and thus asks you, his son-in-law, to provide some troops for about half a year or so."

A) "Sure thing, orcish plague must be dealt no matter the cost!"
B) "Send my apologies to your master, as I have simply no one to send him."

You let the merchant-prospector talk first.

"Greetings, King Yoe, on this joyous day! Here I was, traveling through the eastlands of your vast kingdom, whereas I talked with some villagers and obtained a precious bit of knowledge - gemstones lie in the mountains to east, my lord! With my keen eye and your sponsorship, I can have mining camp set up, where precious aquamarines and emeralds can be mined for! So how about it?"

You decide to...

A) Refuse to sponsor his mining enterprise.
B) Ask him to tell you details about those gemstones.
C) Gladly provide him with money and supplies he needs.

You conclude the negotiations with Felonsine envoy, and he leaves to inform his lords of the agreement.


Two weeks of torrential rain have left many farmlands flooded or otherwise wrecked. Peasants across the country bemoan their losses while provincial governors and village elders plead for crown officials for material support!

A) And they shall have it! Dispense with money at once!
B) Naw, we can't spare a single coin, they will have to endure.