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[NUKE9.13]

You have the man let in. He bows to a moderate depth before addressing you.

"Greetings, Erin of Gradia, from my master, Lacus, Duke of Duserge. Belated condolences for the loss of your father, a man whom my master greatly respected.
After spending the past few years suppressing warlords to the north of here, the Duke is now finally the undisputed master of his lands. As one rightful, imperial, ruler to another, he extends a hand of friendship."

Er... sure, you're a rightful ruler. I mean, I don't think the position of viceroy was in any way hereditary, but sure.

"To cement our new friendship, the Duke has suggested a treaty, wherein each recognises the other's claim to their lands, and swears not to interfere in the other's business. I trust I can return to the Duke with a positive reply?"

A-Sounds great! Give my regards to the Duke!
B-Tell the 'Duke' that whilst I have no ill will against him, I have no desire for any treaty either.
C-Your 'Duke' is an up-jumped warlord with no better claim to his lands than the bandit kings of the west. Spit at his feet for me, will you?

[Weirdsound]

I say no harm in A.

[chubby2man]

A

[Leonardo8]

A, we have a plenty of land to plunder even with the Duke's treaty. And we ensure the safety of at least part of our borders.

[Haspen]

A reasonable proposal.

[NUKE9.13]

You agree to the treaty. Hey, this diplomacy lark isn't so bad when you aren't negotiating with an assassin.


One of your commanders comes before you.

"Whilst I would not recommend it, we could launch a new campaign this season."

A-Come on, you pansy. Let's go kick butt.
B-I bow to your recommendations.

[birdy51]

B.

Let's not go crazy here.

[Twinwolf]

We're not a fool. B.

[Weirdsound]

B

[omada]

B

HEY...

Nuke, if we say that we are launching a campaign against the south it means hunting time? Or we will march with an army on no-ones land and lay war against a giant mole tribe? I think people won't get mad to hunt something, only volunteers, no help no prize.
Exotic foods and materials can become an nice bonus to our merchants.

Look, we are in the BORDER OF THE WASTELANDS where there is monsters, let's begin a monster-hunter migration to kralicanev the city of the dragonslayers

(if it is how it works)

[chubby2man]

B

[Prophet]

B

[NUKE9.13]

You heed your subordinate and decide to rest for now.


Late Spring, 5 PC

A storm is blowing in from the south again. Not as bad as the last mega-storm, it brings mainly rain, rain, and more rain.

Many fields are washed out in the torrential downpour. The river bursts its banks, flooding part of the city. People wail and moan, but what can you do? You can't control the weather.


Summer, 5 PC

A traveller stumbles out of the wasteland. Gratefully, he washes his face in the small river that marks the border between it and the farmlands surrounding the city of Kralicanev. He then crosses the stream and makes his way towards the city.
The people of the city stare at the man, confused. They point and whisper. Children cry and run away when he approaches.
The man makes his way to the market. He approaches a stall selling apples, and indicates to the merchant that he wishes to buy one.

"That'll be a quarter copper, then", responds the merchant.

The man looks at him with a bemused expression. After a moment he pulls out a purse, and selects from it a coin. The gold glitters in the sunlight.

"You having a laugh, mate? You'd buy my entire stall with that."

The man nods, then hands over the coin. Shocked, the merchant takes the coin from him. He inspects it closely.

"Hey! This isn't a real coin! Counterfeiter! GUARDS!"

In due course the man is brought to your court, clasped in irons. The contents of his purse are laid out before you. An array of coins, in all different shapes and sizes, none of them real. Most of them gold- or gold-esque.

You ask the man to explain himself.

"I'm afraid the man appears to be mute", the Advisor explains.

You regard the strange figure. His weird yellow hair looks out of place on his pale, almost white skin. Bright blue eyes, innocent as a newborn babe, stare up at you.

"What is your judgement, Warlady?"

A-The man is a counterfeiter. Seize his possessions and throw him in the dungeon.
B-The man is clearly simple. I don't know where he got these coins, but I doubt he had any bad intentions. Have them changed for real money and send him on his way.

[Taricus]

...How much money is replacing his false coins with real ones going to cost?

B, tentatively.

[Tiruin]

B

...How much money is replacing his false coins with real ones going to cost?

Enough that it won't hurt us.
Besides, SOME OF THEM have valuable materials in em. Just...fake somehow.
But we don't know how they're fake.