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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.

[Haspen]

You decide to stash the papers for now. Maybe sometime in the future they will be more useful.

1138 AD, Mid-Spring

You receive a letter from the north; Eirika gave birth! The little girly, Cidric's daughter, has been named 'Odiana'.

Few days later rumors reach your ears; two of Cidric's uncles has been jailed for theft of royal property and dealings with Agaresian traders. This has caused some uproar, but mostly amongst nobility, because most of Cidric's subjects were either welcoming or indifferent to the news.

1138 AD, Summer

News come from the west; apparently, after decades of peace, the Tirines has been raided by some horse nomads. They managed to burn down few villages before they were utterly crushed by combined Tirine-Eldrican force.

Also, your managers from Tiftit finally bring great news in a letter.

They have managed to sort out various problems with hurthlings and have adapted their valley for growing of various cereals, predominantly barley and rye. The Hurthlings were eager to get back to their agricultural roots, and soon Tiftit Valley will be a grand breadbasket of Methiant!

1138 AD, Midsummer

A disaster strikes your family; young Yoe, your grandson by Leath and Abis, has fallen ill with the dreaded swamp fever.

4,1

The young boy fights the best and healers prolong his life for almost a week, but finally, exhausted and in pain, your grandson expires.

Leath in particular is shocked; after all, there has been no sickness in royal family for over thirty years, since Sorceress Xaviera Roarecho blessed your family with health and prosperity. Was there a time limit she has not mentioned to your relatives, or mayhaps the reach of the spell is finite?

No matter. The existential dread and fear of disease again creeps into hearts of Yoe's descendants.

1138 AD, Autumn

"Alldivine choirs?" Houlandin crosses his arms on his chest.

"Yes, father. A musical bunch. They chant praises for Alldivines, sometimes for hours. In fact, local Cloisters are looking for a small building with good sound where they could perform for mass audience."

"And? Did they approach you for support?"

"They did." Houlandin nods. "I want to help our brothers in faith, father. I wish to ask you to sponsor construction of closed amphitheatre, a half-circular building of sorts, here in the capital, purely for Alldivine choralists."

A) "Absolutely not, it will be seen as favoritism toward Alldivine faith."
B) "Well, alright. Who knows, maybe I will attend some choral performances myself."
C) "Do they offer anything in return or do they just want some freebies?"

[Puppyguard]

C

[Kashyyk]

C - Might as well ask.

[Haspen]

You ask whether they offer something in return, and Houlandin scoffs at you.

"Father, they ask for donations. Of course they won't give anything in return, except maybe praise toward your name, our dynasty, the office of Emperor...?"

A) "Then it's fine, I will sponsor construction of their music hall."
B) "Then it's a no, I won't spend money on such trifle projects!"

[Criptfeind]

A

Eh, although we're officially neutral, that doesn't mean we don't support the various religions with donations every once in again.

[crazyabe]

B.

[Taricus]

A, if the other religions complain, we'll sponsor them too.

[Prophet]

A

[Kashyyk]

A - We did do a thing for the Pantheonists

[Haspen]

You decide to sponsor construction of the amphitheatre for the Alldivine choirs. Houlandin thanks you and leaves your chambers.

1138 AD, Mid-Autumn

Once again you become a grandfather. This time Abis, wife of Leath, has borne him a daughter. They've named her 'Irsa', apparently after one of Abis' aunts from Parsia.

1138 AD, Winter

2to5, 2to3

Metals and glassware bring some profits, which arrive in the Treasury along with silver, gold and gemstones.

Few days later, a governor from the east sends you a letter.

His workers, while digging up some clay near the ruins of Zonalath Zasitost, has stumbled upon an underground structure, which was quickly discovered to be a tomb. It is sealed and wasn't touched for decades if not centuries, and the runic script on the walls and the frame of the sealed entrance is obviously dwarven.

He asks for guidance, and you decide to...

A) Have the dwarves informed that there's some bones they have to move, and quickly.
B) Have the tomb purified then looted, that will show those bearded bastards!
C) Have the tomb purified just in case, and leave it be.
D) Quickly order covering the tomb with ample amount of soil and have the local clayworks relocated.

[milo christiansen]

B That will show them indeed. They will not get any respect from us, not unless they replace the artifact they destroyed.

[Puppyguard]

B
Indeed.

[Kashyyk]

I'm concerned. I like the idea of sticking it to the dwarf, but if they take offence and start acting up, we do not have the military strength to stand up for ourselves.

[10ebbor10]

You guys do realize that if any Tomb is cursed, it will be a dwarven tomb, right.

[milo christiansen]

Have the tomb purified then looted