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[Gervassen]

Hmm. At some point, we're going to have to exterminate those people. They seem too proud to bend the knee.

As for this month, we are naming the place. It is called Beaumaris, and is the loveliest marsh in the duchy. Very scenic, picturesque even. Cool in the summers, with close access to peat in the winters. Let's try to attract tourism, since we have literally nothing else going for us here.

[Gamerlord]

Hmm. At some point, we're going to have to exterminate those people. They seem too proud to bend the knee.

DUDE.

[Gervassen]

What's your idea to handle them? They occupy our liege lord's lands and yet they don't recognise his suzerainty. If they will not bend, then they must surely break.

[Gamerlord]

It's called partnership! Working together! Equality!

[evilcherry]

Hmm. At some point, we're going to have to exterminate those people. They seem too proud to bend the knee.

As for this month, we are naming the place. It is called Beaumaris, and is the loveliest marsh in the duchy. Very scenic, picturesque even. Cool in the summers, with close access to peat in the winters. Let's try to attract tourism, since we have literally nothing else going for us here.

Just in case, is it the French name of the Castle in water in Anglesey?

[Gervassen]

Yep. That's the one. What it really meant in Old French was beautiful marsh.

[Maldevious]

These well armed, mysterious people will certainly present an obstacle to us, unless we can somehow incorporate them into our realm. I think that is a problem for later, because we are currently a subsistence farmer living in a shack, not a lord.

I say we need to gather some sort of pre-militia, because we need to begin showing that we are the new lord, and not just some guy who lives in the village. I say pre-militia because our resources (or lack thereof) will likely limit us to more of a band of toughs that will help us establish ourselves as lord of the land. Thugs, some might say, but it's all a matter of perspective.

I suggest we ride to the nearest city and search the taverns for some men who are willing to throw in their lot with a newly appointed Baron. Pay for now will be food and board, with the promise of more as we get established.

+1 on the name, seems appropriately misleading.

[Urist McDwarfFortress]

What do we hope to get out of the natives? They don't want to trade, they don't recognize our authority, so they won't pay taxes or contribute troops to our levy. I'm not seeing many benefits to working with them.

[escaped lurker]

Let's try to attract tourism, since we have literally nothing else going for us here.

Good Gent... >>
... I fear that this is not going to work, but hey, fine with the name . +1 it is

Else, my opinion on said matter should already be clear - damm that mindreader, but he just threw out a self-fullfilling prophecy. Sure enough, we might want to look what later trade with them might spark, but I very much doubt that they will become our subjects. On to the block they go then.

It's called partnership! Working together! Equality!

And I very much fear that the later will not be possible - because their customs are far too removed from our own. Trust me, If they dont stirr up trouble they can stay. Not like looting their crafts will be the effort to battle them. Yes, I mentioned looting. What else do you think majorities crack down on minorities for? Be reality of war and politics as it may be;
Lets just say that we have no reason to go into the swamp to seek trouble for no compensation.

+1 to the milita thing
Make it also an occasion for the people to catch up on things and be helpfull to each other. "Illiano got a bad harvest? C`mon guys, let us see what we can spare in the meantime." - that kinda thing. Also, discussions about the Farmers Almanach, provided it is as much of a thing here as it was - and still is - in reality. Well, trying to make it a social thing should not hurt, I hope.

I think we should look into optional farmland, and based on its scarcity aquire knowledge of how to drain a swamp. Allright, ebbor, point taken.
Promising houses with no tax for the first one a two years should be quite the incentive for people to wander in. Yeah, sure, they only will be shacks, but if we aquire someone mildly skilled in carpentry, and use our horse right, we will be able to hit things off into a positive direction.

See if there are any healing-herbs of good quality that could be cultivated in the swamplands.
That should be in line with choosing this option - making the best of it. Hmhm... "Beaumaris, Town of healing and alchemy". That sounds good, and gets - with pilgrims - close to what Gervassen proposed as touristy town. Now would you look at that, eh?

Obviously scouring the taverns for those foolhardy or desperate enough might also work - But I somehow envision the bad kind of breeds wandering in. So no vote from me on that topic.

[10ebbor10]

Draining swamps is pretty hard.

Considering we actually choose, the swamp location, we should try to find advantages, not painstakingly try to turn it into one of the other opportunities.

[evilcherry]

April, Year 1
The people are both surprised and annoyed to see you back - they thought that you were Morfeo were gone for good, and some of them even contemplated to throw a mini-party just for the sake of it. You were obviously unhappy about it, and thought about revenge. After all you were the only one who own a horse and a sword, and slaughtering them is a piece of cake even for your poor skills.

Unfortunately, there is only so much that you can do, and you need manpower. Killing your own subjects isn't going to make much sense here. In addition, they are actually indifferent towards you, while Morfeo the beggar and the heretic spirit-talker is a nuisance to life in the marsh.

Anyway, you think that you will have nothing to do with the natives for the moment. You don't have an army, and they have the means to poke a few holes in your skin, and you think that as long as you leave them alone they are not going to hurt you, anyway.

You decide that the best way to go forward from here, is to unite the independent settlers into a coherent entity, and perhaps to form some form of half-militia-half-farmer organization. However, perhaps not surprisingly, most of the people do not listen to someone who is still struggling in adapting to live in the marsh. The lack of external threats also contribute to the lack of interest. In fact, rumors about you being brainwashed by Morfeo for the devil is already circulating.

You also decreed that wanderers in the area were to be sent to you to farm the land, and while there is no opposition to this, for the whole month not even a single soul accepted the offer. There were only a few outsiders venturing in for the month, and even so most are only in transit.

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Being desperate to do something, you turned to Arrigo for advice. He said nothing, and gave you a strange kind of herb for you to eat. You felt soothed and went asleep.

You woke up, and found yourself sitting on the head seat in the ballroom a magnificent castle. You were dressed in the most vivid coloured clothes possible, and found some very exotic food in front of you. You heard people referring to you as "His Majesty", and spewing all kinds of word of praise on you.

What are you going to do from here, King Dominic?


Curse bad rolls.

[Gervassen]

We're a king inside a ballroom, so I suggest we hold some balls. Big magnificent balls. We'll need some minstrels, so I suggest the troupe who wrote this song, which is our new anthem, btw:

Well I'm ever upper-class high society
God's gift to ballroom notoriety
And I always fill my ballroom
The event is never small
The social pages say I've got
The biggest balls of all

Some balls are held for charity
And some for fancy dress
But when they're held for pleasure
They're the balls that I like best
My balls are always bouncing
To the left and to the right
It's my belief that my big balls
Should be held every night.

[Child of Armok]

PTW

[evilcherry]

You, now King Dominic, decreed that a ball to be held, and another one after that. No one gave a fuss; after all they are already partying all day long and will continue to party with or without your involvement.

You told your minstrel to write down a poem which you have been uttering, but he said he do not know hot to read or write and he would instead repeat it to the audience. You felt very satisfied with that.

You wanted to grab some food: however they taste very like a kind of herb, which you don't know its name but you were certain that you had had them. You feel very sleepy and slept on your seat, once more.

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You woke up. Gone were all the music; gone were all the merrymakers; you found yourself lying a on a piece of rock in the swamp, with only Arrigo and a few villagers before you. You heard people mocking at your demeanor, and you really want to punch them in the face, but you don't have the strength to even sit properly.

"Milord," said Arrigo, "I'm sorry, but I didn't know the herb is so useful."
You looked at yourself. You were undressed, and you still had stains of food on your bare chest. It also looked like you have knocked down a few trees, and trampled on someone's crops. "Arrigo, what the hell is all these?"
"Milord, I found you a bit sad and thought this herb might help you calm down a bit. I don't know the herb is so strong. Please spare me, Milord."
"Spare you? Bah! If I were anyone else you will be put to death right now. But I had fun, real fun. Thank you for all these. By the way, do you have any more of this?"

You dressed up, took some water and food, and discussed with Arrigo over that. It looks like that this herb can be cultivated, but since it does not fill you much no one had bothered to do so. He thought if you really wanted that he could give you a few samples to start farming.

What will you do with this herb, Baron Dominic Soan the inappropriate?


I lied. You rolled damn good here.

[Gervassen]

We are going to become hashishins. This is Alamut. We're the Old Man of the Mountain Marsh.