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[Biag]

Hey all! I've heard good things about this game, and I've been wanting to do an LP on here for a while, so I installed it today and now you get to watch me stumble around town trying desperately to make a living.

In case you haven't heard of it, Europa 1400: The Guild is a medieval life-sim kind of thing. We'll be guiding a dynasty from rags to riches between the year 1400 and the year 1815. We'll have to make money from the ridiculous amount of career options, as well as woo mates to continue the great family line and discretely (or violently) push our rivals into the gutter! So, without further ado, let's start this thing.

Possible cities: London, Berlin, Nuremberg, Paris, Madrid, and possibly one more Italian city that I'm forgetting.
Possible professions: too many to list. Make a suggestion and I'll try to match it.

Now tell me who and where our founder will be! I'll name him/her after the first person who wants the honor.

[Un67]

I say send him to London and make him a Miner. And name him Urist McMiner.

[Hyo]

Well, it really depends on how skilled you are at the game. Professions can be either hard or easy too, depending on how you play it.

But then again, seeing you struggle is also fun, so without further ado, here are my suggestions!

City: Nuremburg
Professions: Necromancer (Church Warden)
Heritage: Priest/Poet and throw the rest into Combat.

I also like to ask that our dynasty be named Palaiologos and so that we shall claim ourselves the heir of the rightful true Roman empire!

[Stworca]

Thief would be the easiest profession to go with.
London is the only city that i enjoy (more building areas = longer game!)

[Hyo]

I thought it was Nuremburg that had the double city size, not London? If I recall correctly, London was "shorter trip to find herbs" or something to that effect.


In any case, pick Church Warden. You automatically do necromancy while playing it, and your town almost always forbids necromancy - which means plenty of crimes to rack up!

It also gives you occasional maluses to standing for "bad grave management", which helps people hate you more, not to mention that it requires a lot of upgrades and cash as you go along - more cash sinks!

Besides, it's also pretty useful once you get the necromancer tower and the crypts; it's a powerful tool in mid-game play. (Can also be in late-game, but by that point, you've already dominated the whole town anyway.)

(Oh and don't forget, VH difficulty, and max opponent difficulty too!)

[Biag]

...That sounds punishing. Let's do it!

Spoiler: Update 1! (click to show/hide)

Meet our Urist. I think he looks properly sinister, don't you?

When I asked his last name, he sneered at me and said "Palaiologos." I don't think he was being truthful, as the Palaiologos line is still alive and well in Constantinople, but that's the closest I'll get for now. Who knows, maybe it'll come in handy later.


"The previous owner called it 'Misty Silence,'" said Sybell. She handed Urist an old iron key. "Good name for a graveyard, I think. Will you be changing it?"
"Not just now." Urist stood among the gravestones, inhaled deeply, and smiled. "I smell fresh dirt."
Sybell glanced at him and walked to the door of the chapel. "Let me show you the inside."


Urist strolled through the archway and whistled. "Nice place."
"Damp, though," said Sybell.
"At least I know my skin won't dry out." Urist pointed to a stack of bones in the corner. "I'm going to go check out my more private real estate. Be a dear and fashion some rings from those while I'm gone? Quick as you can. We'll need income."
Sybell nodded and got to work.

This is Urist's house. You'll approve of the name, of course.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Urist sat and read a book about negotiations while Sybell worked on the rings. The only other event of note was Urist writing out to purchase a new hammer for Sybell; she assured him her productivity would skyrocket.



Urist tossed and turned in his bed, unable to sleep, pondering his plan for the next few years. "I may have to start a legitimate business," he mumbled into his pillow. "I'm not sure if anyone's going to buy bo..." Sleep overtook him, and he was left to the mercy of his dreams.

You're his dreams! What should we have Urist do next? I really know nothing about this game except for what the very barebones tutorial taught me.

[NRDL]

Looking forward to this, please try to give more detailed summaries, I wish you luck. 

Oh, and posting to watch. 

[Felius]

I have always been curious about this game. Posting to watch.

[Ultimuh]

watching

[RedKing]

Huh. I've only played The Guild 2, which didn't have necromancy or gravedigging. I iz intrigued.

[Stworca]

Huh. I've only played The Guild 2, which didn't have necromancy or gravedigging. I iz intrigued.

Guild 2 was a marathon game. You were running around the world. Quite dumbed down too. But more graphically appealing and compatibile.

[RedKing]

Huh. I've only played The Guild 2, which didn't have necromancy or gravedigging. I iz intrigued.

Guild 2 was a marathon game. You were running around the world. Quite dumbed down too. But more graphically appealing and compatibile.

I remember it had four classes: Patron (foodmaking and running inns), Scholar (Bookmaking, Clergy and Apothecaries), Thief (either robbery or burglary) and Craftsman (metalworking, weaving, etc.)

And there seemed to be a lot of focus on inter-house intrigue and local politics. Buggy though, crashed a lot on me.

[Biag]

Looking forward to this, please try to give more detailed summaries, I wish you luck.

Yeah, not a whole lot happened in the first turn. There should be a bit more summary as things start to pick up.

Playing now! Update should be out in a few hours.

[Conrad]

Posting to follow and to give bad/uninformed advice!

I'll have to google this game.

[Biag]

Here's an update!

Spoiler: Update 2, Part 1: Urist Frankenstein (click to show/hide)

Urist's Journal, June 12, 1402

Sybell has died.

While true, I suppose that statement is misleading- she continues to walk, talk, and work for me, but she does not drink or breathe. She seems to enjoy eating meat, but the look in her eyes suggests that she gains more pleasure from it than simple nutrition. I have ceased to take dinner with her, as it has become... disturbing. (I have a theory as to how her metabolism can continue to run as it does, and soon I shall test it in the field to prove it conclusive.)

<end excerpt>

The town is just buzzing with news this morning.

It seems the rent is too damn high.


As well, pretty much every newcomer but Urist achieved citizenship.


Urist's Journal, June 15, 1402


The good news: the graveyard has a near-endless supply of bones for Sybell and I to make into rings and ectoplasm for an extra buck. The bad news: with Sybell tied up gathering the damn things and me waist-deep in various administrative tasks, there is no one available to continue production.

Unless that theory I spoke of three days ago is correct.

I chose the grave of a man named Walter Something, Master of Something- the tombstone was too worn away to be read, even though it was only a few years old. Terrible masonry. I prepared the necessary ingredients- I have committed them to memory, so I shall not write them here for fear of having my secret stolen. Because it worked. It worked!

Walter is currently stumbling around the churchyard, gathering bones with Sybell. He doesn't seem nearly as intelligent or agile as she is, but with any luck, he won't fall apart before too long. Perhaps there is hope for the graveyard after all!

Spoiler: Update 2, Part 2: Solidify (click to show/hide)

It appears that I... er, Urist... made a mistake reading the map and thought he simply couldn't send any bone-loaded carts to the marketplace. Urist was wrong. He's very embarrassed.

Urist decided to accompany his cart driver to the marketplace- after all, someone had to make sure the lout sold for the proper price, and Urist wanted to hear the day's gossip.

To hear Nuremberg's servants tell it, half the town had been appointed to the rank of Patrician by the Emperor. "Are you hearing this?" Urist said to the cart driver. "Everyone has a title now but me. I'm not even a citizen- I can't yet pay the exorbitant fees! How am I going to put up a gentlemanly facade at this rate?"

"You could try selling these bracelets," said the cart driver. "Since we're here and all."

"What a brilliant idea!" said Urist. "I would never have thought of that myself! You're a genius! How would you like to split the profits on this sale?"

The driver jumped at the prospect. "Really?" he said. Urist smacked him across the back of the head.

"No. Now go unload these bracelets so the nice lady can pay me." The driver rubbed his sore spot, glared at Urist, and went about his work. In the end, Urist received five hundred and fifty pound-pennies for three batches of bracelets, bringing his assets up to a total of...

"Balls," muttered Urist.

Urist's Journal, July 21, 1402

The graveyard appears to be off to a good start, albeit a slow one. Walter has not yet collapsed into a pile of decomposing flesh, and I raised another helper this morning from the corpse of a fencing master. Florence something. She's faster than Walter, but even dumber. I had to teach her how to find bones in a graveyard. I am sincerely doubting my level of accomplishment.

I checked the law books today while I was by the town hall- it appears that my employees fit through a loophole. It seems that once someone turns over a body to me for burial, that body becomes my property; probably to avoid people getting angry about the embalming methods used on their loved ones. The body remains mine "excepting when the Grave Keeper shall commit inappropriate or irresponsible acts with or upon any dead persons," but I found no precedent of inappropriate or irresponsible acts. The legality of it could take months to sort out if it ever becomes an issue.



I also bought a burglary deterrent in the form of stingy plants. That excursion was less cerebral.


As well, one Sybill Wrinkleman sent me some threatening notes. I don't think she means anything serious by it- the girl is a criminal, after all. That's what criminals do. I will remember that name, but take no further action at this time.


All in all, it seems that I and the churchyard are doing well. I stumbled onto a scientific secret of unknowable magnitude, and the churchyard made a few penny-pounds. Perhaps I will be able to put my plans in motion before too long.

That's all for tonight. The next update should be a bit longer due to SPOILERS.

Enjoy! Bedtime for me.