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[Imic]

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[Haspen]

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A letter is sent to your uncles - taking a more aggressive approach, you skip the pleasantries and demand that they pay for their subjects' rebellious behavior, or there will be consequences.

You then march your Army into Uidach.

5

Upon the sight of your forces entering the city, the people in it surrender to your rule and Singularist heretics are quickly called out. Many convert or pay money to be left alone, although few strong-headed ones are executed.

Few days later you get a message from your son, Feodh.

3*

The Acceptants of Luathbas tried to mount a counterattack to dislodge the siegeing force, but Feodh managed to rout the enemy and resume a tight collar around the center of heresy.

A week passes.

City of Uidach is secured, soldiers rested, supplies procured and so far there was no reply from Ceodwells, nor the Pantheonists. Your officers grow weary, suspicious, or both. A council is hosted to determine the course of action.

A) We shall loiter in Uidach for a week more.
B) Time to march and help Feodh besiege Luathbas.
C) Time to swing through south and besiege the other Acceptant fortress - city of Felonsein.
D) Let's march the Army to the border with Ceodwell and send another letter to your uncles.

[Tiruin]

Maybe we should return home. Prophecy-bias aside, we've rather quelled and handled this far enough.

But we CAN'T! (As far as I recall)

Let's...stay here and be better off anyway, nearer to home because not answering your recently-forgiven-Grand-Duke-Tven-relative may be pretty rude, or the message for lost in transit.

Wait Feodh is our son!

B

[Harry Baldman]

Looks like Feodh has his shit together, let's not mollycoddle the poor guy. Instead let's try to take out one of the two (or possibly three in the not too distant future) fronts on our hands!

C

[ZBridges]

C

[VoidSlayer]

D Cut off the support, by destroying those who plot against us.

[Imic]

Maybe we should return home. Prophecy-bias aside, we've rather quelled and handled this far enough.

But we CAN'T! (As far as I recall)

Let's...stay here and be better off anyway, nearer to home because not answering your recently-forgiven-Grand-Duke-Tven-relative may be pretty rude, or the message for lost in transit.

Wait Feodh is our son!

B

+1

[Draignean]

C

C

Let's play whack-a-mole.

[Haspen]

You decide to assault the city of Felonsein next.

982 AD, Late Spring

But six days later, while you're almost at Felonsein, you catch a fever.

1

Sickness ravages your body; the old age, the exhaustion, a simple infection is the cause for this? The fever worsens and you feel terribly weak, so much that you're carried around for a while.

2

The healers double and triple their efforts, but the fever continues to pin you down rather strongly. Some believe that it was reckless to get involved in your age.

"My liege? My liege. You're awake, that is good." One of the healers smiles to you and makes place for trio of officers, including the Marshal.

"MY LIEGE!... You're in a sorry state. Some of the lesser men speak that you might be dying, and that you still have not established a clear line of succession. What we ought to do if you pass?" You decide to...

A) Order them to proclaim that you make Atan, your currently eldest son, as the heir to the Duchy.
B) Order them to proclaim that you make Feodh as your heir, because his martial skills are much needed by the Duchy now.
C) Cuss them out for assuming that you're on your deathbed, while you're obviously not, and tell them to wait through the night.
D) Order them to proclaim that you send the Ducal coronet to the King Eón, requesting he himself picks the next Duke.
E) Order them to proclaim that the crown is to pass to King Salus, your true eldest son, so that two realms will be brought together peacefully.

[ZBridges]

B A

[birdy51]

E

For maximum what the hell dad.

[10ebbor10]

A

[Harry Baldman]

A

Meatshield Son, may the gods grant you the ability to withstand stabbings as well as sudden colds!

[Draignean]

A

[crazyabe]

E. This is Best Option.