You decide to send your Army to vanquish the horrible beast!
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They do it! The battle rages for whole day and many hundreds of soldiers perished to the putrid breath or giant copper-clad paws of the nightmarish wolf. But volley after volley, the monstrosity was beaten up till it finally fell. Your soldiers then, much to their horror, saw the rotting beast partially explode, sending dissolving gasses across the vast field, which decayed as did hundreds of your soldiers decay to the bone.
Overall, more than a thousand of brave Methiantese soldiers perished in the fight against Nightscare the Ever-flowing Fountain of Rot.
But the Kingdom is safe, and that's the important part.
1120 AD, Summer
As you work up yourself and your dear wife for another round of baby-making, at one moment Esta forcibly pushes you out of her embrace with help of her foot. After you get yourself off the floor, flushed and annoyed, Esta covers herself with a blanket and stares at you with same annoyance.
"Should I present my skills as 'the Devourer of the Oyster' once again?" Your wife sighs, her face fiercely red.
"No, not really. At least, not this time!" You scratch your beard and then sit at the bed next to your wife.
"I'm tired of baby-making, my dear husband. I mean, I understand my responsibilities to the dynasty and I dearly love you, you bedchamber beast you, but, well, how to put it. There comes a time that a farmer needs to let his field lay fallow for a year so it regains fertility and strength." She bats her eyelashes at you. "Understood?"
You rub your chin thoughtfully.
A) Esta sure earned her vacation. Let's postpone the baby-making for a year or so.
B) More babies is always needed, especially as I'm the only dynasty male of age besides my uncle! I've gotta persuade Esta.
C) Well, we've got many babies done. Mayhaps its time to start using various herbs and such so we can enjoy bedtime without worrying about possibility of babies?
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