The roads and bridges had been left to complete disrepair under King Gareth's reign. The roads themselves would be used for trade and military defense once they were fully operational. Meanwhile, it kept workers gainfully employed, which reduced banditry considerably.
(Kingdom Faction +5)
King Travis was 44 years old, and people were becoming extremely nervous that there was no heir to the throne. It was obvious that the king needed to get married. I invited King Travis up to my tower for dinner so we could discuss the problem.
Travis was a good lad; he respected women greatly, to the point that he stayed away from them. His shy and timid nature made him unable to even speak to them properly. It didn't matter—he'd have to get over it, as the kingdom needed a queen. There were a few suitable choices, but one lady stood out.
1) Yasmine, the Elf Queen's daughter. (Elf Faction: 50)
2) Gretchen, a human girl who had been raised by the Dwarf King's wife. (Dwarf Faction: 35)
3) Kragpok, the Orc Chieftain's daughter. (Orc Faction: 25)
4) Gwen, a rich young merchant's daughter from Tornassa whom I'd seen Travis looking at.Gorl Rockeater, an angelic troll wizard.
Age: 64
You are destined for heaven: 156 good karma.
Body: 38%
Personality: 27%
Willpower: 37%
Fame: 27%
MAGIC:
Alchemy: 67%
Conjuration: 12%
Divination: 100%
Enchantment: 56%
Healing: 100%
Illusion: 12%
Necromancy: 53%
Summoning: 61%
Transmutation: 22%
KNOWLEDGE:
Arcana: 100%
Agriculture: 40%
Diplomacy: 100%
Economics: 75%
Fighting: 75%
Geography: 100%
History: 100%
Nature: 100%
Religion: 100%
Smithing: 17%
Thievery: 10%
Warcraft: 100%
FRIENDS AND FOLLOWERS:
Familiar: Cat the dog
My warhorse named Dog.
- My mean parents.
- a human named Hermann, my wife
- my child, a gnome named Harold
- a human named Stewart, the fighter from my adventuring days.
- a human named Maris, the thief from my adventuring days.
FACTIONS:
Kingdom Citizens: 245
Royal Family: 30
Elves: 50
Dwarves: 35
Orcs: 25
Thieves Guild: 50
Mage Guild: 195
Fighters Guild: -15
Gold: 12848
INVENTORY:
A wizardly staff.
A magical amulet that my grandfather used to own.