"The Marshes, Milord", you replied.
"So you wanted the marshes, huh?" Lord Amedeo rest his head upon his left fist. "Anyway, Simone, please arrange the details. By the way, please arm him appropriately for the trip. Nice Travels, Baron Dominic.
Addio."
"Certainly, Milord", replied the scribe, Simone. "Sir Dominic", as he turned towards you, "Please follow me." You obligingly complied, relaxing for a bit.
"
Addio, Milord."
Within a few minutes you found yourself in the scribe's personal office. It was filled with a lot of parchment, engravings, and tons of surfaces that have been written on, or written on and over. "Sir," said Simone, "I understand that you are probably illiterate, so this parchment might not look useful to you. It is the deed signed by the Duke to grant you the land, with all the dimensions written onto it. Please keep it well. By the way, it might surprise you, but most nobles can only read and write their names, and they usually look for me if they need to write up something complicated for the duke - which I will read it to him anyway.
"In addition, the Duke had agreed to grant you a horse, an arming sword, and a set of armor befitting of a Baron. The quartermaster, Augusto, will handle all these."
February, Year 1Under Simone's directions, you rode from Prainia to your fief. Within a week you stopped over at Daleston, and from Daleston it took another three days of hard riding to reach your fief. You feel extreme pain from riding, not only because the ride is hard enough, but because you only tried your hand on it under the instructions of Augusto. He might be a good teacher but there is only so much one can teach in a day. Nor your steed, a chestnut mare, is entirely happy about it, either.
This part of the country seemed to be especially run-down: The road from the capital is reduced into a track of damp clay, and you only see a few carts passing by for a day. There are nothing more than a few shacks, pockets of clearing for crops, and some fishing boats lying idly by west side of water. The water is certainly a river, but it is too shallow to be navigated by any serious ship, not to mention all the reed that make shipping very difficult. Beside weeds and shrubs, there is also wood on higher ground. The soil, however, is only marginally suitable for farming.
You were greeted by an old man as you clamber from your horse. "Who are you, sir?"
You explained the situation, but he laughed off it. "Oh, Sir Dominic Soan, then? Welcome to this place, but I must get on with my job." You noticed that he was gathering dry wood, likely for a fire.
Anyway, your problem is very imminent: your land has no place for you. Not even a roof. And you feel really hungry, for now, and soon you would need a place to sleep.
What are you going to do, Sir Dominic Soan?Amedeo, Duke of Prainia - Cordial
Count Mario of Daleston - Liege of Amedeo, Lord of Dominic, Unknown
Simone, Scribe of Amedeo
Augusto, Quartermaster of Amedeo
Adequate Farmer
Adequate Slinger
Illiterate
Dabbling Rider
Poor Arming Sword
Poor Chain Shirt
Poor Padded Cloth
Poor Horse
Instrument of Appointment
Nothing notable as of yet
While there is no mention of RL Italy, if I write something in google translated Italian, that means it is being spoken in a local tongue, in an informal manner (which I don't see the point to delve deep into this).
I usually won't proofread my writing and please do not hesitate to point out any grammatical, semantic, syntax, or any kind of silly language mistakes.
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Topic: The Lordship Spinoff, aka the Story of Baron Dominic Soan (Suggestion Game) (Read 8030 times)