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[Fluffe9911]

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[ZBridges]

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[King Zultan]

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[RulerOfNothing]

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[Maxine]

B

Cool helm, also yay, a daughter. Shame about the other one.

[Ixarys]

You order the cladus to install themselves in a vast building not so far from your palace.
Before they leave, you quickly observe the magis: most of them are Living magis, sorcerers of all matter that live, drawing their power from life power, ranging from nature to blood. A handful are Dead magis, who take their power from inert material, including dead, earth and rocks. Only a few goes down the way of necromancy, however, and the ones here do not. The last two magis with their queer looks are Mixed magis, filling the room with uneasiness. These are learning the new magic unleashed by the Fog, drawing their power from whatever source started pouring the Fog into the world.

You happily see them leaving. Magic. Blah!

End of the year, 1302 IS

As you admire your Bloody Helm, your Chancellor quickly trots around before presenting you the Scroll.

Stability: =
Army: —
Treasury: +
Population: +

"We lost good men in Oraispol, and are starting to look weak outside. And the common people amongst the Javolki quietly shuns you for siding with an Aversarian. Do you wish to do anything on these subjects?"

About the army…
A) "Let’s recruit mercenaries from outside"
B) "I want good Javolki in my army!"
C) "We will raise soldiers amongst the Aversarian, to not anger even more our people."
D) "Raise from everywhere, we need every arms we can."
E) "This will be fine, we don’t need anyone."

On the disgruntlement…
A) "They will move on."
B) "We will silence them with some privileges."
C) "Let’s throw a hunt, to remind them of our roots!"

[King Zultan]

DC

[Fluffe9911]

DC

[ZBridges]

DC

[Ixarys]

You order a general draft from both Javolkis and Aversarians to fill the ranks of the Kallvol army. You also announce a great hunt in summer, to raise the spirit of your clan members. Many rejoice at this news.

Early Spring, 1302 IS

6

The recruitment went incredibly well, your officers being flooded with new soldiers to form and equip! As it turned out, the Deynic slanders has not deterred young Javolkis to engage as warriors in your name, still seeing warfare under your command as an opportunity to distinguish themselves with glory. Aversarians see you worthy as well since you sided with their aversarian king in Oraispol.
All in all, your marshal sleeps better every night.

Spring, 1302 IS

Joyous news! Your wife is expected once again with a child. Its birth is waited for this winter.

Summer, 1302 IS

As promised, you gather your court and prestigious vassals for the upcoming hunt. Although most are Javolkis, a few curious Aversarian landlords follow as well. Indeed, by Javolki customs, hunts are not only traditional but sacred, emulating the High God Velos when he teached Humanity how to feed themselves by hunting.
You leave early in the morning, towards the wild lands in the north of your kingdom. While Elezean peninsula is quite mild in terms of wilderness, a trip more than a few hours away from civilization can still be a fresh breeze for you.

2, 4

While not disappointing by itself, the hunt is rather… Mundane, with only a few boars and wild ducks being hunted.

However, while you go back to the rallying point for the hunting groups, you and your handful following hunters see a far away crumbling tower, standing in the middle of nowhere.
As ominous as the building may be, curiosity is still inching some of your followers.

A) "This will take but a few minutes, let’s go!"
B) "Better not be late for the gathering, we stay on the road."

[Fluffe9911]

A I must say when it comes to matters of war our guy seems absurdly lucky.

[ZBridges]

A

[King Zultan]

A

[Ixarys]

You order your group to move towards the ruin.

After a few dozens of minutes of ride, you arrive, drop from your horse and enter the broken tower.

4

While the tower has crumbled since the first floor, the ground floor is somewhat unscathed, showing signs of life, with even a cooking pot boiling in the middle.
Following a few seconds of oppressive silence, you see half a dozen inhabitants hiding in a dark corner, wearing a bunch of rags. Probably aversarian vagrants from one or another brutal sacking in the region.

A) Give them some of your hunt’s spoils
B) Leave them be
C) Capture them! They are probably thieves, for what you know

[Maxine]

A