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[Elephant Parade]

B. We're not at war right now and we have no reason to risk disaster.

[The Canadian kitten]

B

[Haspen]

"Hm, we've waited five years, we can five years more, just to be on the safe side." The Druid smiles, the beast-tamer bows, acknowledging your orders.

506 AD, Autumn

Your wife is with a child again!

The healers believe the new prince or princess of your dynasty is bound to arrive somewhere in Spring next year.

506 AD, Mid-Autumn

It feels as if your lungs are on fire and your body expressly wants to get rid of them.

You gasp for air before another coughing fit sends you reeling against the bedsheets. The healers try to lay you down while your pregnant wife and two children at her side watch you suffer.

"Your Majesty is greatly sick." Says your personal healer. "And I believe this is straw lung. Usually mild, but with Your Majesty's predisposition, it has affected your body terribly." You try to complain but then another coughing fit takes you.

When it subsides, you take few deep breaths.

"The Druids prescribe donation to the spirits of weather, seasons and herbal growth to better your chances, Your Majesty." Says the Advisor, entering the room.

You have a smaller coughing fit.

"Should we send some rare foodstuffs and some of Treasury money to the forest altars, my liege?" You try to answer but another coughing fit deprives you of air.

A) Nod along to the proposal.
B) Wave dismissively at the Advisor.

[Kashyyk]

A - I feel like we're getting stiffed here, but who knows

[Elephant Parade]

A

[The Canadian kitten]

A

[King Zultan]

A

[Haspen]

You nod along to the proposal.

506 AD, Few Days Later

6

You wake up, quite refreshed. There's still some tickling in your lungs but you feel healthy, rested and ready to resume your duties.

The courtiers pray and give thanks to the spirits that protected you from the illness turning to worse.

506 AD, Winter

The diplomat bows in greeting.

"Great King Cyrus of Surinthomus. I come in the name of your father-in-law, King Herykk of Rycht. Recently, there have been border incidents and even raids into Rychtian soil by the ignoble, southernly Livoni, who, having been beaten by soldiers of Reval, turned their eyes towards my King's domain."

"So what he needs?"

"Soldiers! He is asking for a thousand of your finest warriors to come fight in his name against the vile Livoni. He realizes it might take few years, so he will provide for your soldiers, feed and clothe them and then send you monetary gifts as your warriors return home."

A) "Money for blood is a fair trade! We will send the warriors to help protect my in-law's land!"
B) "My thoughts and prayers go to King Herykk, as we have no soldiers to spare."

[Elephant Parade]

A. A bit risky, but we aren't at war right now and we can burn gold and happiness if it comes to that.

[The Canadian kitten]

A

[Haspen]

You announce that you shall send a thousand of your warrior to help your father-in-law and the people of Rycht!

The diplomat leaves happy.

506 AD, Midwinter

Under command of some trusted officers, a thousand-strong unit of Surinthomusan warriors leaves for southwest.

506 AD, End of the Year

Once again, the Scrolls end up in front of you.

Happiness: 5
Population: 3
Economy: 2
Army: 2(+1 abroad)

"While our Army is split and part of it aways, there's a slight concern amongst Treasurer's officials." The Advisor says, stroking his beard.

"He is suggesting we raise tax on peasants for the coming year, my liege."

A) "Fine idea! Raise the tax!"
B) "No, no, I think, this is good. Good enough for me!"

[Kashyyk]

A

[Elephant Parade]

I hate to burn happiness, but the numbers demand it. A.

[Haspen]

You order the taxes raises for a year.

507 AD, Spring

You receive a report from your commanders in Rycht; they've joined the troops of King Herykk, mostly as garrisoning force while the King's riders and footmen fight the enemy.

507 AD, Mid-Spring

You sit by your dearest wife, Dugda, as she receives the baby from the healer, who have wrapped it in a white blanket, soothing its bawling.

"Another boy, your Majesty." He says with a smile.

"And his name will be Vati." Dugda says quietly, kissing the babe's forehead. Vati! A fine, popular name of fine men and princes.

507 AD, Summer

"Good news, sire!" The Treasurer says, waving some parchment.

"Numbers from our lumber merchants have arrived. Profits are secured this year!"

And so, coin ends in your Treasury.

507 AD, Midsummer

Another report from your commanders indicates that their troops are still doing garrisoning work - meanwhile, this allowed Herykk's armies to wage war and score several victories against Livonis.

507 AD, Autumn

You bow in respect to the Archdruid as he comes to speak with you, your courtiers stepping away with hushed breaths and murmurs.

"Greetings, King Cyrus. We have waited five years, as you asked us to. The Great Stone Circle is still in ruin, and the spirits are displeased with you still. We have done some refurbishment of surrounding buildings on our own, the the capstonse of the Circles remain to be dug out, shaped, fastened and delivered upon the columns by your craftsmen and by your Mammos."

A) "And the answer is no!"
B) "Alright, this time I can afford to rebuild the fabled Circle!"

[Elephant Parade]

B. We've already put this off once, the gods literally just blessed us, and we should be sitting at Economy ~4 right now.