You decide against Edicts, but send a word to your generals - a crusade against Orcs needs to be launched!
1171 AD, Spring
Already hundreds of soldiers and dozens of wagons of equipment is being prepared to move into Orcworld.
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Silverwork trade brought bigger profits compared to the last time!
1171 AD, Mid-Spring
Peace came to Damdamia!
The nobles and governors and royals and republicans have decided to split the country. The margraves and statesmen who decided to become their own rulers will retain their titles; the Holy Damdamian Empire has been divided in three. Its core lands now lie in the west, where most of monarchist sentiment remains. Ten states belong to the federation under the Emperor, amongst them are Margraviate of Tiallia, State of Tocana, and eight Duchies, located chiefly in the south.
Damdamian Republic has been reborn, the numerous city-states and republican nations forming a new Senate in the middle lands. They've already elected their first Consul, and signed a treaty of non-aggression with Kingdom of Ysirene.
Damedia, a new state, has been created in the lands surrounding the city of Amad, where the main temple of Damed resides. The theocracy is independent, although with only token military force.
Far to the south, there are two small kingdoms, Cadia and Spania, which are oriented toward trade. While small, they govern over most of trade ports of the former Republic (and Empire), and thus will surely play a major role in politics.
All of the states agree to keep the peace as brothers in faith, although how long this peace will last, nobody knows. For now, everyone in former Damdamia has something to do, something to call 'home' and something to look for in the future.
1171 AD, Summer
The crusade against Orcs has begun; four divisions of three thousand men and horses are moving in fan-like dispersion to the south and west of the Orcworld Fortress. Several smaller groups of orcs have been found and eradicated, along with two larger camps.
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Goldenwork sold on Rucusian markets have brought profits comparable with those from silverwork! The Treasurer and other officials are glad to see the bullion and the coins circulate in healthy ways.
1171 AD, Midsummer
During a violent summer storm, you pass the times of darkness in the library, reading books about fanciful creatures and tales of old. Your pleasant time is rudely interrupted by a guard, who announces that you have guests, who came up to the palace's gates on foot.
"Who wishes for an audience in such unpleasant weather?" You ask, and the guard bows in respect.
"Sire, Alissa of Cydwyl and your grand-nephews, Llewyn, Tollin and Aron are begging for a meeting with you."
You hastily make your way downstairs and meet with them in dimly lit chamber. Your wife Bjeda and your son, Bjern, also arrive a short while later, surely disturbed by Alissa's arrival. The family gathers around the table. Few trusted servants bring water, some springwine for Alissa, and plates of meats and bread for the weary travelers to snack upon - except for little Aron who seems to have a voracious appetite, the rest of your relatives from the north seem not to be hungry.
"Thank you for receiving us, Emperor." Alissa smiles, although the smile is forced; as if she was fearful of something. "It's about King Estjald. Recently I begun to ask him about Llewyn's ascension, for Estjald has no bride and has sired no heirs of his own, but each time I'm being rejected with an excuse. He has written no will nor decree who will succeed him. And recently, I've been receiving news that apparently Estjald has been meeting a lot with his Spymaster and other shady figures."
"Grand-uncle!" Llewyn stands up. "My mother tries to say, that there might be a conspiracy to see me and by brothers killed to strengthen uncle Estjald's rule. Who knows, maybe he has always been jealous of my late father's throne, and wishes to keep it forever!"
"Emperor Yoe, I beg you." Alissa claps her hands together. "Truly, the dreaded shadow of tyranny looms over Cydwyl. Please, ensure Llewyn's ascension to the throne, or at least convince Estjald to guarantee it in writing!"
A) "You're clearly over-reacting. Nobles of Cydwyl made Estjald king out of their own will, and I'm sure the crown will peacefully pass into your son's hands one day or another."
B) "I will shelter you for now, and meanwhile I will send a letter to Estjald, inquiring about this situation, the future of Cydwyl, and his current plans for continuation of the dynasty."
C) "I will shelter you for now, and meanwhile I shall send my agents to ascertain Estjald's plans. If he has spies and agents in his employ, it's only natural for us to counter them with agents and spies in my employ."
D) "My own family was chased out of their rightful home by a man who has given in to the shadows? This shall not stand! I will show Estjald the error of his ways - by sword and lance!"
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