Ok, I fixed that.
My turn is done, will send it in a minute.
Now, there seem to be a few things to sort out:
1.What rules are we playing by? I.e. is the plague on/off? Are we abstaining from voting during the first election only?
2.Too bad the difficulty was set to begginer - one can't take more positive traits than negative. I really wanted "a friend in the League" for additional roleplay flair. Oh well.
3.I've just noticed a few things about the map: Aylon is NOT connected to Leagueheim nor Midian, even though it looks so on the first sight. Grail is connected to Aragon AND Sutek. It's also barren - as if it wasn't enough tension-inducing already.
Ok, the turn.
The air was hot and humid, as always. "I shall never get used to this" thought Ibn Palazzo as he stood on the hill overlooking a small village. The ever-present jungle of Severus took respite of this small patch of land, allowing a sizeable community to settle and maintain some farming. Fields of rye stretched as far as ten leagues ahead, sharply contrasting with the deep green of native severean vegetation lining the horizon. Down below small figures moved across the field, dark patches on the yellow background. Keen eye could discern a few bulky tanks in the van, some infantry hugging their backs, all steadily advancing towards the few buildings in which rebels were hiding. It was the day of young Salandra's coming of age. As it was customary, she led a strike force to prove that she can be accepted into the family as an adult, earning the honorary title of Battlemaster. Ibn Palazzo was not worried about her performance - Salandra was trained well, and besides, there was enough overwhelming firepower under her command to make sure she succedes. What worried Ibn Palazzo, was the rebels themselves. After all those years they were still hiding on Severus, playing guerilla, inciting the populace. Sure, the way we rule our serfs could be called despotic, but such are realities of living on a harsh world, something they failed to appreciate. Even more worrying was the inability of our internal security apparatus to thwart the rebellions before they break out.
"These matters are spoiling my day" thought Palazzo. To improve his humours, he started thinking about his recent success - after so many a purse switched hands, so many efforts to gather valuable information and put it to use, after so many exotic gifts, so many blackmailing letters, finally he put his man in the executive board of the League. First results were already visible - prices in the agora dropped where they should drop, risen where they should rise. "Truly, a mercantile savvy house we are!" mused Palazzo.
This reminded him how he tried to do the same with the Pancreator worshipping fanatics on Holy Terra, years ago, and how he failed miserably, earning himself an enemy in the Church. "No matter. I was young and inexperienced back then. Besides, it was a lesson well learned."
Salandra apparently finshed her "trial" in the village, it was time to head back to the palace. A magnificient feast shall be held today in her honour. Ibn Palazzo was looking forward to it - just as he could never get used to the heat, he could never get bored of indulging in a little bit of decadence.
Also, Hazzat, we need to talk.