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Considering the initial goal was to help Syrian refugees,

Indeed, and I think that was a worthy goal in itself. Setting aside the hypocrisy of fueling the war there by American agenda which generates these refugees in the first place, that help did get devalued and the refugee help was hijacked by an opportunistic wave of migrants that had already been trying to enter Europe for the past several years. Like stated already, most people associate help with online likes and not real volunteer work ,which creates a total dissonance between the messages coming from Europe and the real support on the ground.

Despite his new position as chief of regional intelligence in the north, Sidonius still held by his conviction that he was a soldier, first and foremost. While awaiting for his reports from the north, it was important to organize some inroads in the military.

Pay a Visit to Caius Obtus of the Scholai unit.

I almost feel guilty to join yet another one of your games but it seems I'm fated to do that anyway...

Is there a limit to how many nations can occupy Earth/Mars/Belt? I assume that the moons (Luna, Titan etc) are all small enough to be occupied by a single nation only.

Might write something once I get home.

The snow was enveloping, all-consuming. To the mountain, there was no Prestoner cannon, no Elbrethian militia, worth notice. There was no war. Many had tried to bring picks against the stone, but none had lasted...

Suddenly, with a loud "thud," young Hathcock was torn from his reverie. Before he even looked, the knight knew, instinctively, what had caused the racket. Another of the pack animals had collapsed, dead, from the cold. As his small company trudged on, long since abandoning their saddles, the knight grumbled under his breath. "We left too late. Stupid, pig-headed queen, sending us out a couple of days before winter. This is not an "expedition." This is a death-march."[/glow][/i]

The knight desperately scanned the horizon, the blinding-white expanse of empty space. He needed trees, buildings, any kind of shelter. They clearly could not continue out in the open like this. They'd winter down, build temporary shelters, and once the worst had passed, reach Preston. Simple. All he needed was a treeline...

Action: Find trees, or buildings, anything. We need to be able to build shelters and burn fires until we can get on the move again.

[2] Alas, the weather is not helping and the few trees that you find on the road are frozen over and too tough to be cut. Your men manage to break off few branches, but with everything iced over and wet, the wood does not catch fire. You might make it to Preston if you press on, but you doubt it will be anytime soon and in full company.

"Well, it was very much a matter of having our heads removed, had we given wrong answers, but I trust you all the same. I shall prepare agents for our work, but I will also trey ot pry some more information on the situation in the capital. Too many vultures are circling this place."

Sidonius gives a small chuckle as well, before taking a sip of the wine.

"Aren't you worried about the assassin? It would not be safe to take the position of the Logothetes without knowing what you risk."

Gather up all the info on Frumentarii agents under my command. Asses the strength and the range of my network.

The Council

Humbert listened to Erika's plans as she lays out all the ideas she has. great ideas they were - surprising, how much energy was within that girl. Was divine hand really at work?

"I think you are after the metric system, Your Highness." Humbert replies. "The Confederacy have been using their invented system for a while, and while most nations still use normal weights and measures, there is no denying usefulness of a calculated, internally interconnected system. It could be quite drastic of a change though, I'm not able to say what the potential impact would be. I am not sure we are at a point where we can consider the changes, but I would be able to get them announced, if you wish to do so."

Flavia only snorted. Coins, weights and the like were of little interest to the dark-haired general.

"Your Highness, I would like to report that Miring is a province of Preston - there is nothing in a way of diplomacy to be done there, save for a spring campaign to capture it. If we were to strike by the time first snows melt and bypass whatever desperate defenses are organized by the merchants in Preston itself, we might fell that hydra and reduce them to their original size."

Humbert spoke up again. "The crown of Miring was not worn by anyone ever since the debacle with the so called "Shadow of Elbreth." I'm not sure how well will the local populace take any moves towards them from our side."

"Speaking of crowns...while the populace sees you as a queen already, the factions are still waiting on your word. I'm sure your councilors have reports on each individual for you, but we still haven't picked a format of your coronation and the way this country will be ran, unless this council is formalized, as per Colonel's idea."

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Ryan Hathcock

[1] The snows are bad. Really, really bad. Your band is not very merry, as everyone is shivering with cold as the winds keep bringing in more snow and by the time you reach the border and start heading towards Preston, your horses have to slow to a movement no faster than if you were on foot, so high is the snow. Camping anywhere is impossible and you find yourself lost in the white landscape, your only guide towards the coast being the sun and the freezing wind.

At this rate, you are unlikely to reach Preston until the very end of winter.

Tabudai Nosher

[4] You give the man at the gate an evil glance and get in his face, your appearance and weapons making an impression on the man. He’s happy to wave any documentation to let you into the city. You are also informed that the Princess is in the Factor’s Hall, (until the old castle is repaired) and to gain entrance, it would be good to find someone of the royal retinue. Because of the winter, most of them were in the capital. If you make some inquiries, you are likely to find someone who could sponsor your entrance in and present you to the Princess.


Abbess Santaria

[5] While harsh on the people, the winter proved to be somewhat of a relief for your sisters – with charitable works and somewhat stabler course of life in the capital, Hospitaller Sister are slowly growing to be one of the more respected branches of the Cyclicism. The cloister (since your arrival renamed to Hospitaller House) and its small chapel became a centre for many prayers and sermons alongside the main church and spontaneous gifts started to be donated – while living off the charity of others and work performed, the sisterhood never boasted much wealth beyond what was spent on arms and uniforms, but with those not being needed at the moment, you find yourself with 1d worth of money.

Ambros von Hoffenburg

"I believe that is all, General. Do let Her Highness know of our conversation." Julian is as polite in farewells as he is in greetings and you find yourself finally free from his clutches after some time. By the time you were done with him, it seems that snow started to fall. Lucky for you, you had your coat on.

" I wanted to approach him about information and rely my travels to him, for the benefit of the empire. My name is Flavius Sidonius Valerius, sire."