Year 2, AugustAs August drags on, you keep knocking around an idea in your head for a harvest tournament for the common man. You imagine that October would be the best month to implement it, after the harvest and taxes are collected, but before winter sets in. You put the idea on hold as you tend to more pressing matters.
You set your bowyer and Captain Tor to work on creating effective spears without any metal, with limited results. They tell you that they will continue working on it, but for now, the men train with what are effectively just staffs. The bows the bowyer has made are improving in quality, and would now be feasible for use against lightly armored opponents.
With a lull in the field work before the harvest, you send some mine to the miner for labor. The results are encouraging. The miner oversees some clearing away of dirt, and maps out a large area that he believes contains primarily granite. With a small investment from you for picks, he could have a supply of the rock available for use. He is still convinced that deeper down, there would be veins of iron and silver as well.
You work hard on your swordsmanship this month with your squire, making impressive progress. You feel that you now know enough not to harm yourself, but you are by no means an expert. Diligence will be required.
Irlof explains to the merchants that the bandits will be dealt with, but they still appear to be mostly skeptical. The town continues to grow, however, with people drawn towards the stability you have created. Some of the new arrivals, thankful for your rule, have volunteered to repair your house, bringing it up to the standard of a normal farmhouse. You will be grateful when the wind no longer whips through it in the winter.
You instruct the trappers to set aside some furs for militia uniforms, and by the end of the month you have enough fur to cloth your tiny force, as well as yourself. You finally have your first set of armor; you feel more like a knight than ever before.
Unfortunately, you come down with what seems to be a nasty cold at the end of the month. You spend a few days vomiting up anything you try to eat, and are left weak as a result. You feel that this may affect your fitness for at least another month as you recover.
Age: 20
Poor Health
Good Fitness
Somewhat literate
Poor Swordswman
Poor Rider
Militia-grade Short Sword
Fur Armor
Oak Shield
Old Brown Mare
Average Farmhouse
Bound New Testament
35 Citizens
Modest Inn with kitchen
Small Market
Nascent Trade
Modest Communal Kiln
Modest dock
Brewery (Unfinished)
Two nightly patrols
Low population (Loyal)
River Parlon (fertile banks on both sides, light forest to the north)
Modest parcel farms south of the river
Crude Roads
Small Warehouse (low supply of food)
Adequate Communal Farm
Bare bones Barracks, Armory, and Obstacle Course
Rocky outcropping north of the river
Five veteran archers
Five green archers
Five green spearmen
Five green archers (reserve)
Skilled Potters
Novice Trappers
Market Town of Carshire - One day's ride on main road
Folesden - Land of Count Foles - Downstream
* Curbiston - County Seat of Folesden
Land of Sir Denton - Upstream
Land of Sir Percival - Adjacent to Sir Denton's land
Hemswood Abbey - Far Upstream - Known for dark beer
King Edward Geronos IV, Lord of the Falls, Keeper of the Flame, Seer of the Dawn - Vaguely remembered
Count Aaron Foles - Your Liege Lord - An angry drunkard - Suspicious
Sir Blake Denton - Polite
Sir Alan Percival - Polite
Alan Alanson - Squire - Companionable
Tor Bismith - Captain and Spearman - Happy
William Dent - Steward - Companionable
Ian Wood - Overseer of Construction- Devoted
Marge Kannity - Daughter of a brewer - Mildly Upset
Victor Irlof - Master of the Market - Devoted
Curtis Stumpf - Miner - Happy