You caw at the raven.
The birb descends at your face!
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You won't have a raven trying to peck your eyes out. Indeed, you smack it across its feathered body with the back of your hand. Cawing in most defeated way possible, the raven flies away into the night. Somehow, you have this supreme certainty that it was the prophetic raven you met before.
You seize the lantern with your hands, as if it's your prize. No mythical creature whatsoever will be dictating your future. You're the Emperor! You're the lord of your own destiny!
1136 AD, Late Winter
You get another grandkid; Abis has given birth to another boy. The happy parents named him 'Anwyn'.
From the north, you get news that King Cidric has concluded his campaign against the Agaresians, having routed another attack and having captured two Agaresian princes, forcing them to sign a peace treaty. A messenger arrives soon enough; your Thundercats, except few that were lost in combat, will be returned to you shortly.
From the south, you get news that Lametanians have managed to bring another defeat upon the Imperial landlords and have forced them to negotiations' table. You've received no letter of thanks for the two caravans of supplies you've sent so far, but maybe they're leaving the formalities for after the war?
End of the Year, 1136
Another long year. You drink down a goblet of wine, wishing for a simpler, more peaceful times ahead.
Ah, here comes the Advisor.
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"My liege, I have to report that proclamation of religious equality has been, begrugdingly or not, accepted by your peoples and most important by the heads of various religious orders. It seems that they finally saw no possible way of attaining power under your wise and tolerant policy."
His Scrolls of Kingdom Status are landed on your desk, and he unfolds them...
Happiness: 6
Population: 8
Economy:
1Army: 2
Imp.Authority: 0
"Sire, our various expedidentures are seriously draining the Treasury. The Hurthling lands are still being developed, and the Royal Keep is still under construction. The Treasurer advises that we cut funding somewhere, unless we want to gamble on the next year's profits from glassware and metal supplies. At least raising taxes for a year would be a good precaution."
"While our bled-out Army is thinly spread and our economy is suffering, the recent victory against the rebels have kept people's opinions in check. However, your flurry of edicts is putting some strain on the subjects."
As for taxes...
A) Raise them for a year.
B) Nah, no need for that.
As for extra measures to cut spending for next year...
A) Halt the construction of Royal Keep.
B) Cut Army budget.
C) Stop the Hurthling development project.
D) Cut Fireblood Court's budget.
E) We will do fine, no need for desperate decisions!
Finally, the Advisor prepares a batch of clean parchment for you.
"Do you wish to issue an Edict, your Majesty?"
A) Obviously, duh!
B) Next year maybe.
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