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You brand these three accomplices and tools of a traitor, and have them stripped of their ranks and homes; they will be exiled into the unpopulated lands in the far east. Their families will be forgiven, and will not be punished.
There's some soft applaud of your actions, although you can see some confusion and dissappointment on your nobles' faces.
Oro's three descendants are customarily drowned in the moat with a rock tied to their necks with a rope.
446 AEC, Autumn
The Marshal presents you his report.
"My liege, our Army numbers about three thousand able-bodied men. The levies account for another three-thousand, for we've lost much more men during the battle at the capital than we've thought. We could scrounge up to seven thousand by the end of the year, but not more, and that new thousand would be young men without much training."
The Advisor briefs you on situation in the west.
"Both the loyalists of Xane-Peon, as well as your sister Elea, are at a stalemate. Peonians, on other hand, like a wildfire consume more and more of the southern coast for themselves. If our map makers are correct, soon they will exceed the borders of the former Peon. We do not know their numbers, but they must be massive, if they can move up and conquer cities so quickly."
"It's less that they have lots of men, its more like their countrymen aid them by betraying their Xane kinsmen, surrendering keeps and city gates every day. Espionage and deceit won't help them once either Queen Elea or regents of little King Kemen decide to swoop down south." The nobles who gathered for the war council (the numbers are so thin!) nod and discuss this amongst themselves.
Are you joining the war in the west now?
A) Yes, in support of my sister!
B) Yes, in support of the rightful King!
C) Yes... in support of the brave Peonian peoples!
D) Heck no!