"Power!" The White Stag bows his head.
Suddenly you scream and fall off your horse, alien words and sentences flooding into your head. Soon these alien words have perfect meaning, and you realize they are terms and definitions, explanations and rituals, names and actions. All things on earth and under it have been explained to you, and you feel a connection with your Gods stronger than ever, as if Pantheon itself has smiled down upon you today.
Congratulations! Velarien has received the
Gifted (+Wise, +Lucky) trait!
You don't remember much more. The first thing you remember clearly is laying down on the bed in your palace, watched over your healers and wife.
When you tell them that you've found the White Stag and spoken to you, your noblemen are confused.
"But my liege, we found you huddled over a tree root, with your horse standing right next to you. We thought you fell off..."
A few days later, your wife Milka gives birth to a child! It's a rather large and fat boy that she decided to name 'Havar', after one of her grandfathers.
807 AD, Mid-Autumn
The Cartel of Golden Arms, or rather its money, have made its way to the palace. You note the lack of punctuality of the merchants with a little anger.
But, at least they are paying.
807 AD, Winter
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A letter from the gold mines arrives! The workers that were trying to clear the tunnels have inadverently caused another cave-in, and several houses and buildings near the mines have been damaged by a rockfall that occured moments later. The manager believes it will take several more months before there will be a chance to resume digging for gold ore.
807 AD, Midwinter
Another letter comes, this time from the your newest territories to the south-west. Bandits, rebels and deserters that plagued the countryside have been dealt with or moved away after learning of your victory. The overseer of the mines reports that they should have enough silver ore to send over, and that you should expect a caravan somewhere around Autumn next year!
807 AD, End of the Year
The Advisor brings to you the Scrolls of Kingdom Status, and spreads them on your desk.
Happiness: 5
Population: 4
Economy: 2
Army: 4
"The censuses of the southwest have arrived just in time for me to add them to the Scrolls, my liege." He says, stroking his beard. "Except our economical ratings, all is well in the Kingdom. Shall we perhaps fill our Treasury some more?"
A) "A good idea! Keep the taxes raised for another year!"
B) "A good idea! Get rid of mercenaries in our army!"
C) "Naw, we gucci!"
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