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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.

[omada]

C

Hmm, nice event.

[helmacon]

C
odd that the monks would stop though. They have only ever gained from the relationship. Are they maybe having trouble as a religion?

[Prophet]

C

[crazyabe]

C

+1

[VoidSlayer]

If you like halflings why not B instead.  We need many mercs!

My guess is the monks sold all their holy warriors to our northern neighbors.

[Haspen]

You send an envoy to the Hurthlings.

1083 AD, Spring

Just few days later, Battlebrother Roar of the Tech Cloister arrives to have an audience with you.

"May the Alldivines bless you and provide all you need and want, King Yoe. I've been sent to you to ascertain whether you wish to procure our warriors' services. Our Cloisterlord also wishes to apologize, but last two years have been rather hectic in the region, and thus we had shortage of youths to supply."

A) "Sure, send me your holy mercenaries."
B) "Nah, not anymore. At leas, at the moment."

[Criptfeind]

A

[Prophet]

A Hmm. I wonder what religion we are a part of?

[helmacon]

A

[Haspen]

You agree to procure the services of the battlemonks.

1083 AD, Mid-Spring

The host of over thousand strong and young men, led by few veterans, arrives to supply your army!

Same goes for the second, smaller half of Cydwyl monetary bribe tribute, which arrives in your castle few days after that.

And few days later, an upset messenger arrives from northwest, carrying the news of envoy sent to the Hurthlings - or rather, what's left of the envoy! His dismembered head was found on a tree stump near one of the most outlying Methiant villages. The skin was flayed and the eyes were pulled out of the sockets. A letter was tied with rope to the macabre thing: 'Any Bigfoots tresspassink into the lands of peaceful Hurtlings will be killed, so sayeth mighty King Pepperonchini!'.

A) This means war! Invade the Tiftit Kingdom and show the half-humans who's the boss!
B) Let's just drop the idea before we run out of envoys, shall we?
C) Try again, this time with armed escort and perhaps some locals.

[10ebbor10]

B

I don't want to wage a guerilla war against these primitives. They have little we'd want to loot.

[Tiruin]

Goodness this- what happened to the Hurthlings?!

B

I don't want to wage a guerilla war against these primitives. They have little we'd want to loot.

There's something that caused this and it wasn't us.
B as I can't see any other solution being a better one.

I also bet it's something that had happened after Tven--since we treated them WELL.

[Criptfeind]

I bet was caused it was them being killed over and over again.

B. We can't really conquer them because of geographical reasons right now I don't think. (that spookie forest is between us) so might as well ignore them. For now.

[Imic]

B

[Weirdsound]

B

Also, I was away for a few days, so I have to ask why the hell we didn't get the option to consult our wife before picking a side in her family turmoil?