Year 3, SeptemberSeptember arrives, and with it comes the book of laws from the royal court. You instruct wood to construct a small courthouse, with an outdoor hearing area, for when you begin your judiciary. You decide to hold off until you have some time to study it, though, before opening it (lest you render a poor verdict).
You focus on your riding this month, and you make some good progress. Your squire thinks that you have gotten about as good as you can riding an old mare like the one you possess. It can hardly canter anymore, let alone gallop.
You spend some time fretting about the societal implications of hunting with a bow versus a spear, but quickly realize that you were not in fact invited to go hunting with Marna and her brother.
With some time to kill, however, you spend a few days out in the woods, hunting with your bow and working on your woodsmanship. Despite your mediocre woodsmanship, by some incredible stroke of luck, you come upon a massive stag on your first day, and you notch an arrow. Your pull is clean, the release excellent, and the arrow sinks deeply into the majestic creatures neck, felling it immediately.
The creature is so large, that you have to go back to the town for help in bringing it back, and few can remember a stag of this size. You decree that the pelt will be the prize for the best hunter at the festival and the meat shall be cooked for feasting. You will use the antlers for decoration of your manor, but for now you display them in the inn to spur on hunters for the festival.
You also fashion your old fur vest into a majestic cloak, which you can wear in addition to your mail shirt. It makes you look quite awesome, and you are pleased.
Late in the month, the hunting party arrives. You greet them warmly, and host them in the inn. Lady Marna seems happy to see you, and you get along quite well with her brother, Sir Melvin. They goggle at the size of the antlers from the stag you took, and tell you that the hunting was acceptable on the Duke's land.
On the morrow, you start the festival. It is, simply put, a smashing success. The events go off perfectly: eating contests, tournaments for sparring, swimming, races, baking contests... the list goes on. Marge Kannity rolls out keg after keg of her beer. The people are delighted, many merchants set up shop (refilling your coffers a bit), and even the serfs from the mining town seem to be well received. Sir Denton and Sir Percival make an appearance, drawn by the tales of the merchants.
With the festival going on, you have the opportunity to interact with your guests and visitors. Who would you like to speak with, and what will you say?
Roleplaying, go!Age: 21 (February birthday)
Good Health
Great Fitness
Moderately literate
Average Etiquette
Poor Rhetoric
Average Swordswman
Average Rider
Mediocre Shield User
Natural Archer
Mediocre Woodsman
Militia-grade Short Sword
Average Clothing
Mail Shirt
Fur cloak and leggings
Oak Shield
Old Brown Mare
Average Farmhouse
Bound New Testament
Book of Laws
Cask of Beer
Treasury - Low
88 Citizens
Wooden Palisade
New Arrival Barracks
Nice Inn
Small Courthouse
Growing Small Paved Market
Growing Small Trade
Modest Pottery Complex
Modest dockyard
Watermill (Lumber Mill)
Basic Shipyard - Under Construction
Brewery
Two nightly patrols
Two-way Ferry
Medium population (Loyal)
River Parlon (fertile banks on both sides, light forest to the north)
Modest parcel farms south of the river (two plantings per season)
Adequate Communal Farm
Small Vineyard
Crude Roads
Small Warehouse
Bare bones Barracks, Armory, and Obstacle Course
Shallow mines north of river (minerals are deeper)
* Small community of miners in communal houses
Ten veteran archers
Ten veteran spearmen
Five regular axmen
Five regular archers
Skilled Potters
Average Trappers
Novice Masons
Journeymen Miners
Novice Mechanics
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, across the river
Hemswood Abbey - Far Upstream - Known for dark beer
Lands of Duke Erran - Across the river to the north - Used for hunting
King Edward Geronos IV, Lord of the Falls, Keeper of the Flame, Seer of the Dawn - Vaguely remembered
Duke Erran - Unknown
Count Aaron Foles - Your Liege Lord - An angry drunkard - Suspicious
Sir Blake Denton - Friendly
Sir Alan Percival - Friendly
Sir Uriel Lope - Count's Marshall - Unsure
Sir Melvin - Lady Marna's brother, Duke Erran's nephew - Polite
Lady Marna - Intrigued
Alan Alanson - Squire - Companionable
Fin - Captain - Happy
William Dent - Steward - Companionable
Ian Wood - Overseer of Construction- Devoted
Marge Kannity - Brewer - Happy
Victor Irlof - Master of the Market - Devoted
Curtis Stumpf - Miner - Happy
Morgan - Shipwright - Happy