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5 (31.3%)

Wei He

9 (56.3%)

Sindhu

2 (12.5%)

Total Members Voted: 16

Voting closed: November 05, 2016, 04:00:47 pm

[Swordstar]

B

[Taricus]

B

[Haspen]

You declare that there will be no further disbanding of the army, and the advisor notes that in his scrolls.

819 AD, Spring

Somewhat fortunate news arrive from the governor of a city in the southwest. His prospectors have determined that the hills upon which the fortified settlement is built, are rich in ores of copper and silver! This would be quite a boon if not the fact that most of the deposits seem to be laying under the houses and homesteads of the people, with some families living there for several decades already.

He is unwilling to proceed out of his own accord, and therefore asks the Crown for guidance in this matter. You decide that...

A) The peasants are to be relocated and the mining of precious metals is to commence at once!
B) Riches are not worth dismantling homes and lives of your subjects; no mining will be done in those hills.
C) Have the miners dig out in the hills surrounding the city, but the city itself is to be undisturbed.

EDIT: Added an obvious option, durr.

[ZBridges]

C

[Taricus]

C

[crazyabe]

c.

[Haspen]

You advise the governor to mine around the city, and do not disturb the lives of those dwelling inside.

He later writes you a report in which his miners believe that amount of metals recovered will be small and therefore the revenues from this operation will be meager and not very systematic. He shall follow your advice, however.

819 AD, Summer

The spies in Lametania report that the royal family was forced to sign a humilitating peace treaty with that Damdamian Republic, ceding part of their southern territories and agreeing to pay tribute for next five years.

819 AD, Autumn

Annual report from governor of Augas have arrived; trade revenues ended in Parsian hands without incident.

819 AD, Mid-Autumn

Your elven wife gives birth again - to another stillborn.

All of the palace is either angry or depressed about this development in the royal family.

Your dejected advisor cannot help, and can only dispense with the old saying: "Third time's the charm, sire."

819 AD, End of the Year

After this rather uneventful - if not sad - year, the advisor brings his scrolls to you once again.

Happiness: 3
Population: 5
Economy: 2
Army: 5

He leans toward you with a curious expression...

A) No, no, and no - we won't be disbanding more of our troops.
B) Fine, let's disband some of our army if that will help with our money shortages.

[crazyabe]

B.

[ZBridges]

A

[Taricus]

A

[NRDL]

A.  There's a friggin republic on the warpath, of course they're gonna come after us next.

[Haspen]

The advisor just rolls his eyes and returns to work.

820 AD, Spring

1to2

The governor of that city from the south reports that the miners had little success in procuring large amounts of ore; what was mined was used for local industries.

820 AD, Summer

Your wife goes into labor once more.

The child is born dead.

Few days later, you talk with your wife about this.

"No, it is not so difficult for elfs and humans to have children... stillborns do happen, but it is infrequent. I am sorry if I continue to dissappoint you, my liege." You reassure her that it is not her fault.

You and advisor spend the rest of the afternoon pacing about the library - you worrying if perhaps your seed is the cause, and the advisor reading books on procreation of humans with elfs - the amount of such books could be counted on fingers of one hand.

This goes on till late evening.

Suddenly the advisor stops in his tracks as if he was suddenly enlightened.

"MY GOOD LIEGE!" He shouts, unnerved by his potential discovery. "It is not the problem with the differences of anatomy, sire! It's the dwarves!!" You ask him to explain at once.

"Remember, my liege, when you were on the campaign in Augas, we and your Queen Mother wrote to you that the dwarves, who came to visit the tomb in the south, returned to our castle angry and demanding compensation for the tomb's defilement. Alas, we had nothing to give, so they 'cursed' us. Now, both your elven wife and the folk tales say that the dwarves are plague-bearers, friends of death, fungus, darkness, and all that. What if that dwarven curse was to make your family unable to have children? A disease - plague - of seed and womb?"

You can't help but think his logic is a little bit far-fetched, yet on the other hand - the dwarves did put down a curse, and your wife had three still births in three years in a row. This surely must be more than just coincidence.

Next day, during a meeting with courtiers and scholars, you decide to...

A) Ask the priests of the gods of life, fertility, family (and similar departments) to purify and clean your family from the dwarven curse.
B) Send an envoy to the lands far in the west, in hopes of contacting the dwarves and to plead that they lift the curse.
C) Advertise across the Kingdom for services of a traveling wizard; they do show up from time to time, and are known to be able to deal with even most powerful of harmful magic.

[ZBridges]

A

[Elephant Parade]

A. We can try the potentially expensive stuff later, if this doesn't work.

[Chevaleresse]

B

Maybe we can negotiate with them.


A because dwarves are assholes and will ruin what economy we have left.