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[Iituem]

Recruit a new guard, as well as a militia for the town. Also try and start up a major mining operation in eelspine. Head back to Elbreth to help resolve the trobles.

You raise a new personal guard (no cost) from young men willing to join you for glory and honour.  Less glory-minded citizens are still willing to join the Stonewood militia, most of whom you recruit from your newly granted lands at the cost of 1 Ducat.

[1-1]  Unfortunately, you choose your steward for the new mine poorly.  Within three short months he has run the start-up into bankruptcy and acquired debts to the tune of -1 Ducat, which you are forced to pay out of your own resources.  Needless to say, the mine is a failure.


Also, new rule I'm going to add to the OP:

Inheritance:  You may designate players to inherit your estates or wealth (if you have any) to pass to them on your character's death.  You should do this before you die.  It is up to the King as to whether the law respects that inheritance (if within the kingdom's reach) but otherwise it will be respected.  Regular soldiers can transfer their loyalty in this way, but not personal guards.  You may not pass inheritance on to your next character in this way, and if I see anyone pass their estates on to a patsy who then gives it straight to their new character they will suffer the wrath of fate for playing the system.  If you deliberately play a character who is next-of-kin to another player's character, you will automatically inherit unless the player designates a different heir.
NB:  You can inherit the kingdom this way.  Whether the nobility respect that inheritance is a different matter.  Wars of succession have been known to happen this way.

[adwarf]

A tall man bursts through the doors into the kings throne room followed by a two tailed cat, and as he nears the King he bows, and says "Good day my Lord I have come to introduce my self, adn pledge my allegiance to you. I am Hiatsu Shizume, and I come from the east where I have learned the arts of magic,a dn know I come here to establish an academy of magic with your aid, and permission of course." he looks warily at the several guards who had filed into the room upon him saying his name.


OOC: Changed character name so it wasn't an accidental rip off of Naruto.

[Terenos]

(Story post!)
Hampered by harsh winter weather, and wounds suffered in combat, Terenos d'Avistral did not arrive in Sheepstead until nearly the 2nd week of the new year. He had run his horse hard, in order to arrive faster. Peasant families had approached him, knowing of his connection to the King. He brushed them off politely, saying he had important news.

The lands were bustling. An average harvest, but at least it seemed no one was terribly in need. He could see Sheepstead in the distance, he was nearly home... The town itself was full of activity..Were those repairs going on? What had happened in his absence...He spurred his mount a little, hoping for a bit more speed. His news could not be delayed any further.

Before long, Terenos d'Avistral found himself within the town, dismounting and heading for the castle.

[mcclay]

Eric approaches the door of his friend Kaguro's house. he had heard that his sister had sobbed some story to the king about being molested by the general and he needed to find out if it were true. He walked up to the door and began rapping on it louldly.

[Yoink]

Lord Trubaldsome celebrated the New Year along with the rest of the Castle, drinking wine from a goblet in his free hand with the other bound up in a sling, ostensibly due to burn wounds sustained in the attempt on his life, which ended as he stabbed his masked assailant through the throat, sending them toppling head-first into the fireplace.
He shares a... slightly embellished version of the tale with anyone who will listen, often standing in the centre of a high-class tavern as he speaks, and eloquently curses the cowardly assassin and whoever sent him, drawing attention to the suspicious insignia they wore.
Waery keeps close by his side, having finished his stint in hiding, and is the only one who knows the truth about Feodair.

Trubaldsome is also available to join Erika in testifying against Kaguro, offering calming words to the poor girl, and explaining to the King when she's out of earshot, his face drawn and sad, "Your Majesty, I had long suspected there was something not quite right about Kaguro, with his misrule of the city, his excessive drunken behaviour, and the unscrupulous types he kept company with, but I was outnumbered and largely helpless. But, when  I learnt of this... Incident," He grits his teeth, appearing to barely manage to bite back his disust at the topic, "I immediately offered your Cousin a safe place to stay. Although," He adds, with a wary glance about the room, "I had expected my own quarters to be rather more secure. It seems... whoever sent the assassin has rat-holes all throughout the city, I am afraid."
After this, he turns to Waery, lightening up slightly as he gestures airily to his servant with his free hand, which is once more daintily clad in lace and silk, "Thankfully my father ensured my education with the blade was not lacking in the least, hmm?"

Trubaldsome hangs about the castle and nearby, high-class taverns, drinking in the New Year with fine wine, and sharing the shocking story of how he was attacked in his own room, by an assassin out for the poor, innocent young Erika's blood. He plays up how shocked and saddened he is that someone would do such a terrible thing.
Then, he joins Erika in an audience with the King, to reassure her that she's safe now, and to help her speak when she becomes too choked up with emotion. Once she's gone, he details at length how poor a job Kaguro did at governing the city, the spike in crime, the drunken revelry in the streets and Kaguro's own misbehaviour.

[Digital Hellhound]

Aulon yl Marchis rolled over and crashed face-first into the floor.

A few groans of pain later, he had managed to make it back onto the bed. His clothes and the clothes of the whores in his bed were scattered all over his chambers. The floor was slippery from spilled wine and the highly-decorated table he'd brought down from the Coast had been spilled over. Sunlight filtered in through the worn curtains, bringing with it the smell of manure and other disgusting scents of countryside life.

His mansion - if you could call it that - stood at the end of a small village. Aulon was used to high-class life in Vasir up on the Storm Coast, not in this primitive land. The nearest whorehouse was in a small town all the way across the forests, and he'd gone through all the girls in just a few weeks. Aulon missed the pleasant-smelling chambers of Vasir's royal concubines, and their rich, veiled mistresses. He'd been reduced to sending his men over to bring a few of these plain-looking, inexperienced things every three weeks or so.

No, he needed to do something about these lands. He needed to bring civilization into this dark corner of the earth. To do that, he needed money. Unfortunately, he was barely making enough to pay his guards with the new vassalage taxes. Whoever had given the king that idea...

Aulon considered his options. He could always ask his father, but that didn't seem like the best of options. Serving the king, then? Wasn't that what he was supposed to do in any case? Aulon had never really paid much attention to politics in his father's court. That seemed like the best option. He'd head over to the capital and humbly offer to work for the Throne once again.

Lord yl Marchis sighed. The things he had to endure!

Aulon yl Marchis travels to the capital to speak with the King

[Ghazkull]

((OOC: i actually had 2 parcels of Land...and uhm i think that infantry regiment wasn't erased in my latest attack...did i miss something along the way?))

The small longhouse was filled with smoke, fitting to the mood of the self-styled Jarl. Corv stared darkly into the gliming embers as he had done the whole night. After the latest attempt to force the Taggarts into submission both sides had retreated to lick their wounds. Enough time for Corv to change things in his lands. the slaves took some patience and enough whipping until they knew their place, but now they were working well. The soldiers were another matter altogether. The Clansmen were warriors, not soldiers, discipline was unkown, most even drank themselves into a stupor before charging into battle, something not so easily whipped out of them, but Corv had been patient. Back at the Storm Coast he had read several books of the Old Empire and how its military had been built up. He didn't intend to imitate it but some things he had kept in mind. The procedure of the Parting in which every tenth soldier had to be beaten to death by his own comrades for their cowardice in the last battle had proven especially effective. Those few who protested had soon be curcified and their rotten corpses still remembered the Jarls men what happens to insubordinate men. Whippings for being drunk at service,sleeping at wathc and other smaller crimes served additionally to form the  clansmen into disciplined soldiers. But he didn't want mere footsoldiers, his men should sow terror among the ranks of their enemies, and for that he had gathered every hunter, every trapper even the few thiefs among the clansmen to train his soldiers in the art of ambushing,trapping and sneaking.

Raise Bodyguard
    spend 1 ducat to turn the Infantry regiment (if it still exists) into Blôdvindr-Raiders. Soldiers trained to for night-attacks, ambushes and trapping. Else use 2 ducats to train them from scratch.

[Iituem]

Partly my mistake.  You do have 2 parcels, and I've adjusted the totals to fit.  Your regiment was wiped out in the attack, though, so you just train the Raiders for 2 ducats.  You also raise a personal guard for free.

Raider Troops:  Raider-capable troops are able to conduct fast hit-and-run raids.  On a simple 1d6 roll of 4+, Raiders are able to conduct a raid on enemy territory without the defenders being able to respond with an attack, unless the defenders also possess Raider-Capable troops.  In that event, a battle involving only the raider-capable troops will take place.  Default raider infantry cost 2 ducats to hire and 1 ducat to maintain.

[Terenos]

((I have an urge to do..Something. But I'm pretty much waiting for the King to return to Elbreth. Or get there before me. Either way.))

[Jormundur]

OOC: I guess I have one more opportunity to post before I leave. So i'd like to try and get in the raid on Silverbark with my regiment and the two ztah and see how that goes if it's possible before I really have to go.

[Taricus]

Head back to Elbreth with my Honour guard.

[Ghazkull]

OOC: uhm...well so much to these highlanders,useful for nothing

Finally Corv stood up, his mood lightened up by the sound of men training at their weapons. As he left the longhouse a slave quickly scampered away, excusing repeatedly on the way. Everywhere preparations were made, several young childs trained with wooden swords over the watchful eyes of one of his veterans who had lost an arm in the last battle and couldn't fight anymore. It was a surly day, the sun had hidden behind the grey sky and it was rather cold. A slave, the former wetnurse of the Pearson Clan was selling bandages,healing powders and all kinds of medicine to passing people. As the Jarl approached he finally found the person he searched for. Wroth had been a seasoned hunter until Corv had rearranged his military and made him the Leader of the Scouts or rather Valir as their official rank was. He still haven't gotten around to get used to the whole new bunch of things the men from the East had forced upon them but he didn't dare question it.

Valrhônd, i need your men.

sire?

The men are ready,we are integrating the Taggarts soon. i want your scouts to assess their defenses, their troops and their morale. And this time...be careful

Send out scouts to see what had become of the Taggarts, find out about their troops, their defenses and their morale.

[Knave]

With the new year came a sense of accomplishment for the Grand Master. The rebels had been vanquished and new towns created. But perhaps the most impressive work, was the Temple that he had help erect. It was a truly fine piece of work considering the condition. With the elegant steel Circle at it's centre, people would surely flock from all over to admire it's beauty and to pray and offer tithes to the Church.

But now it was time to return to his lands and use the new tax funds to develop a town proper where his people might prosper.

Spend 2 ducats to develop the Order's land into a Town.

[filiusenox]

((Do I have to pay upkeep this year or next?))

Kain stood proudly on the balcony above the town sqaure, where the huddled masses of his people stood. They stared at thier ruler with a mixture of fear and bewilderment. Kain popped a pastille into his mouth, swallowed and  then began speaking in his raspy voice.
"My people, our army  is now accepting new recruits! Think about the glory and gold that can be used to enrich your lives. Think about joining my new regiment. The Copper Gloves! Sign-ups can be registered by that dubious looking offical standing in front of my house holding that rather large stick."

He chuckled as he noticed most of the young men rush toward the offical.
He was still smiling as he wandered into the foyer.
"Ah you must be the engineer I need. Come, come, come into my dining room and lets discuss some work for you over luncheon."

Add to my guard
Hire an engineer

[thatkid]

OOC:
I love returning to a boatload of new posts. Give me a bit and I'll make all necessary rolls and reply as needed through an edit to this post.
I'm afraid I won't be around much today. I have a party to go to.

Filius, you set this year's upkeep aside last year. So you're good for now.

(6) It takes some days for Corv's scouts to return. And when they do, they appear to be more afraid of you than of the enemy. The Taggarts have a single regiment and no defenses, though they're likely to have another regiment very soon. Their morale, however, is incredibly high. To find all this out, your scouts needed to pretend to defect. Needless to say, the Taggarts will be ready for your next attack.

(4+1) With the knowledge that the town is run by the Clergy, people flock from Elbreth to help you settle, all under the notion that by doing so they help to ensure that their next life is better than this one. Your town provides 1 Ducat/year on top of the 1 Ducat given by the parcel of land it is built on. You also have a parcel left with which to develop.


The King was tired. Exhausted, even. He had spent the night before listening to the sobbing hysterics of his second cousin, accusing his General of some horrible crime. Already tired from his travels, the King had convinced her to wait till noon of the next day, where she would make her accusations in court before the eyes of God and men. She had insisted that Lord Trubaldsome be at her side when the accusation was made, and while Erik had allowed he couldn't help but wonder how the brother of Miring's King had gotten involved in such a mess. Regardless, Erika's moment in the spotlight was not something he was looking forward to.
The self-proclaimed sorcerer could not have caught him at a worse time.

Nevertheless, a bemused smile flickered across his face. "You understand," the King began, eyes locked with that of the mage's, "that I am more than a little skeptical of your claims. For every sorcerer and magician I have ever encountered has been a simple alchemist, or else little more than a thief. What proof have you of your...art?"

That noon...
The King's Steward gently ushered a feeble and quaking Erika into the room. Immediately, the King snapped awake and sat up in his seat. With a frown in Trubaldsome's direction as the noble moved to the center of the room, Erik looked to his cousin. In as soothing a tone as he could muster, the King spoke, "You are safe here, Erika. Tell me what happened."

A Day Later...
"Lord yl Marchis, I hope you are well." the King affected an amiable tone as Lord Aulon was admitted to the audience chamber. "You wished for an audience with me?"

A Day or So After That...
Sir Taric and his regiment have returned to Elbreth's Capital. They are given quarters as befits a Lord and Knight and his men.

Later That Day...
Drua and her regiment returned. Wasting no time at all, Erik's steward ushers her into the audience chamber so that she might report her findings.

About Two Weeks After the King's Return
The King was celebrating a rare moment of reprieve from the constant legal quarrels which the peasantry frequently brought before him when Terenos entered the Audience Chamber, ushered in by the Steward through a side door. Erik blinked, and then smiled, "I am glad to see that you have returned, Terenos! I was on the verge of sending soldiers into the three kingdoms searching for you! What news do you bring?"