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Mind-bogglingly popular game series that you follow from early on and cannot stop, waiting for new installment like a drooling addict.

Long-runner soap opera you're too invested into to just stop watching it.

A fun little comic strip in the daily newspaper that's been around forever.

3/6

Who said it's fun? I didn't for sure.

I'm just waiting here for it to die horribly already so it will stop showing on my Unread Posts list.

[ctsun]

A

[Haspen]

You pay the adventurers extra so they pull off extra effort in finding the Scepter. This is your last chance at recovering the fabled Scepter.

1092 AD, Midwinter

5*

VICTORY!! The adventurers, following a trail of rumors, clues and own intuition, found the thief! It was a traveling minstrel from Ceodwell who played along others during your wedding.

The Scepter has been safely deposited in the fortified vault inside the Treasury.

The thief was castrated, had his hands cut off and was then sent out naked into the wilds to die from exposure, wounds, wild animals, or combination of all these.

The adventurers have been praised by your courtiers and rewarded with agreed-upon extra cash.

1092 AD, End of the Year

Ahhh, it is the end of the year; and here comes the Advisor, carrying Scrolls of Kingdom Status in his hands!

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

"The architects of the new library for Alldivine monks say that they should be done in five years, provided they won't need extra funds nor any calamity strikes the construction site."

The Advisor coughs.

"My liege, I have to point out that our extravagant spending has drained the Treasury somewhat. Shall we raise taxes for a year?"

A) "Naaah, it ain't that bad."
B) "Yes, of course!"

[Imic]

B
Our people are happynenough.

[birdy51]

B.

Glad we caught the bastard.

[Criptfeind]

B

[Kashyyk]

B

[Haspen]

You decide to raise the taxes for a year.

1093 AD, Summer

Elsewhere in the region, harsh storms and torrential rains ravage the farmlands. In Methiant, however, the bad weather is 'mild' at worst. Little damage is done to agricultural areas.

1093 AD, Autumn

Your wife gives birth to a child! It is a girl, and she names her 'Valhelma'.

1093 AD, Winter

Freshly mined gemstones and silver arrive in your palace - right along with emissaries from King Otalan of Lametania.

"Oh, greate King Yoe II! Our lands suffer from famine after summer storms ravaged the land. King Otalan therefore has no choice than to plead for foodstuffs and money so that the people of Lametania do not suffer. Do tell, can King Otalan count upon your mercy and generosity?"

A) "Nooooooope."
B) "Ehhhh, sure."

[Imic]

I don't know.

[Criptfeind]

Who did we skirmish against in 1089? Otalan or one of the rebel factions?

[Haspen]

Otalan; the rebels are in the very south of his kingdom.

[omada]

We protected otalan against the felonsine charge, he took the power but decided against to keep his word of vassalage to our dead father, refused to handle the territory where all the shit begun and ask for money/grains?

He can have the grains, if he can buy A

Place your bets everybody highest bet get the food

[Criptfeind]

4 years probably isn't long enough to forget that.

A

[Detoxicated]

B with a reminder of his word

[Kashyyk]

A. We already helped you out once and you haven't even tried to pay us back yet.

[Haspen]

You hastily dismiss the envoys from your throne room.

1093 AD, End of the Year

The rather uneventful year has ended.

As you listen to your wife's hour-long summary of her meeting with other noble ladies of Methiant, the Advisor - thank Alldivines - appears to discuss a matter of utmost importance; this year's Scrolls of Kingdom Status update.

Happiness: 5
Population: 5
Economy: 5
Army: 5

You pat him on the shoulders. These numbers are so pleasing for your eyes!

1094 AD, Spring

An emissary arrives at your court from Ceodwell. A surprise visit; in recent decades Ceodwells keep themselves away from politics and events of the Luathbas region.

"Greetings, King Yoe! My master, King Ceodwell X, wishes to inquire whether you would like to exchange your silver for Gubta spices? As it stands, our own silver mines cannot sate the thirst of our eastern neighbours for quality silver. In return, we obtain from them spices both medicinal and culinary, with sweetest, spiciest, sourest and juiciest of seasonings procured from them to appease both citizenry and nobles alike. Pray tell, would you be interested in such an exchange?"

You begin with a mention that, according to dwarves, the silver mines might run out of ore in as little as ten years.

"Oh. Still, the offer stands, as my master really hopes to not disappoint his amicable friends, the Gubta." Your wife then leans to you and whispers:

"My dear I'm not sure if you listened but as I said few weeks ago I learned from Lady Takela that the Gubta and the Ceodwells have lately been on strained relationship so Lady Takela thinks that the Gubta might be pressing Ceodwells with unreasonable demands but on other hand her sister Lady Stela said that her cousin heard from a reputable merchant that Gubta themselves have a silver shortages going on and that's why they seek outer sources..."

You look at the envoy, who waits for your answer.

A) "Sure then, we will start sending silver east in exchange for spices."
B) "That is a fine offer, but I don't want spices. Does your master has anything else to offer for our silver?"
C) "Apologies, but I must respectfully decline."