Results for YR Meritamun 1
Costs: 3,600 s. deben, 6 gold talents
Grain purchased: 8000 s. deben
End of Year Granary Stores: 9,700 s. deben
End of Year Treasury Reserves: 6 gold talents
The Favor of Hathor
1D100+16 => 114 1D100 => 88 1D100 => 66 (268)
You celebrated the New Year rites at the capital's Temple of Hathor with the final dusk of the old year, as the goddess's star rose in the firmament of Duat. You were secluded in the chamber of the goddess and offered the idol of the goddess grain, beer, and meat. You were startled when the idol asked you to repeat the five-fold gifts of the goddess; but you remembered your lessons. You glanced down at your left hand, the hand held in sight of the peasant laborer as he scythed the grain that fed the kingdom, and responded in ticking off the five gifts.
"Safe birth, good health, fertile fields, romantic love, and life eternal."
With that you began singing the hymns to the goddess while shaking your ritual sistrum. The rattle sounded in the empty chamber and drove out curses and evil spirits from the New Year. Of course later on you recognized the voice of the idol as that of the priestess of the temple, but there were more concrete shows of the approval of the goddess.
As you were escorted out of the goddess' chamber to the celebratory promenade you were garlanded with lotus blossoms in your hair and joined the ceremonial dances with young priestesses and priests of Hathor. Around you men and women drank deeply of the heavy ale of the night, dyed red in memory of the ferocity of Sekhmet. The drinking of beer and ritual intoxication was an invocation to the lioness aspect of Hathor to drain the overflow of the Nile before it reached the lands of Kemet. Singers and musicians played on deep into the night, providing merriment as the revelers reached greater levels of intoxication and fell into comfortable sleep, or paired off for love-making.
You waded through the crowd as morning broke with your sistrum in hand and the priests of the goddess forming a cordon of such around you. You shook the rattle and offered your royal benedictions and blessings. As you did men and women cried out in thanks as you drove evil spirits from them, and it was said afterward that the blind and lame were healed in your passage. As you exited the colonnaded portico a delegation of infertile women, some desperate fellahin wives and others expensively attired noblewomen, begged for your aid. You touched them on the stomach and rattled your sistrum, blessing their wombs with the fertility of the black earth. A falcon cried overhead as you finished and the rays of the sun illuminated you in beauty to the onlookers, who loudly proclaimed you the incarnation of the Queen of Love.
All of the women you met with became pregnant within the year, though that was the least of good omens and signs that followed.
Result:
Gain Status "Favored by Hathor"
Piety +2
Bonus to Annual Flood Roll
The Annual Flood
The waters of the annual inundation arrived as predicted and with a surprising gentleness. There were almost no fatalities reported and fragrant lotus blossoms seemed to follow in the wake of the flood. As the harvest season approached the waters receded in orderly fashion back to their riverbanks, leaving behind a particularly rich loam. The earth readily accepted seed into its womb, and grain stalks grew swiftly and plentifully. The harvest would undoubtedly be a record despite the damage to the canal system and added great weight to the stories of your divinity and favor with the gods.
Result:
Bountiful harvest for Income calculations next year
Canal Repairs
Heranamenpenaef's roll ???
The gentle flood of the year avoided further damage to the canal system. Heranamenpenaef reported to the Royal Council that substantial progress has been made repairing the most important irrigation channels. He credited the enthusiasm of the fellahin discharging their corvee labor obligations for the task passing more quickly than anticipated. Repairs to the more delicate locks will require skilled labor and so the task will stretch on into next year, but he anticipated that all such work can be completed then and thereafter only mundane maintenance to the system will be required. That would free up resources and workmen for more elaborate projects such as expansion of the overflow system to protect against a further bad flood, the settlement of villages around Lake Meroe, or any other large scale construction projects that might be mooted.
Result:
Canal Repairs automatically completed next turn at reduced cost
Rebuilding the Granary Inspectorate
Sennefer's roll ???
Sennefer's report on his activities reorganizing and manning the Granary Inspectorate is a disappointment. He regretfully reported that finding the appropriate men who can be officials was too difficult a task to finish this year. The scribes and overseers purged as a result of corruption are not to be rehired to their positions so as to prevent them from reintroducing bad practices; but there are relatively few literate and upright men available to replace them. He blamed Wenamun for failing to produce the required numbers of scribes by neglecting his duties to educate promising youth, which led to a bitter argument between the two that the Queen Dowager had to break up.
Result:
Sennefer continues efforts to restaff the Inspectorate next year
Wheat Sales
Ipy's roll ???
A promising flood lowered the price of wheat substantially, and Ipy took advantage of the Mynosian speculators who had assumed Kemet would still have a shortfall to do well on the market. With an outlay of five gold talents he was able to secure 8000 silver deben in grain, enough to feed 80000 men for a full year. That went a long way to restocking the granaries against another bad flood and providing the means to pay for large scale construction work or expansion of the army.
Result:
Lose 5 gold talents, gain 8000 s. deben
Might of Ra
Khui's roll ???
Khui returned from the Delta at the end of the season of Inundation, having spent the idle time training with the division of Ra. He reported the division is ready and eager to fight against the enemies of Kemet. He pressed for a campaign against the tribes of Mefkat to bring them to their proper obedience, especially as the treasury will be in good shape after the end of the harvest. Wenamun supported his motion, arguing that the foreign desert tribes should simply be brought to heel by force and that spending time negotiating with them is a waste of effort. Ptahshepses cautioned against a campaign as the political situation in Kemet is still unstable and the full scale of the harvest will not be known for some time, a point Ipy concurs with. The Queen Dowager elected to put the matter off until next year.
Result:
Ra Division troop quality raised to Regulars
Morale increased to Average
Court Protocol
1D100+17 => 89
As the year progresses the Queen Dowager took a more active role at court and you spent much of your time in attendance with her at Council meetings, royal audiences, and temple rituals. From that you learned the formal modes of address for the classes, the customs around the various ceremonies and functions, and saw how the government actually works. Your aunt taught you to discern important matters from the trivial in the process and Ma'atneferure helped by drilling you on the noble clans after dance practice. Meryawy also aided in memorizing the various ceremonial gestures and incantations and taught you the symbolic meaning behind them. It was tedious in many ways but you soaked in what you learn in the knowledge that it will one day make you the ruler that you have dreamed of being.
Of course there's a common theme to what you've been exposed to, and the lessons you are taught. The Dowager Queen explained it one afternoon, after she dismissed the court and retired to her chambers due to a coughing fit. Once the fit subsided she had Ma'atneferure bring you to her. Bidding the handmaiden to play her flute, she returned to a composition about the Great Ancestor.
"And lo the akh of the prince appeared to her in her tent, still her husband-in-life; adorned in radiant union with Ra, to pass on the ka of rulers into her womb. The rays of the Sun God stirred life as Wadjet and Nekhab bowed; a conqueror promised to restore Maat to the trouble land."
She bade you to join her on her divan, and she reclined as if exhausted.
"That is the story of the birth of the Great Ancestor. The princess Inihue was visited by the Great God, in whose soul her husband had been united. Ra stirred the womb of the princess to life." Neferet absently rubbed her own belly above the womb. "Of course there were those who did not believe."
You sat up, almost scandalized by the thought. "How could they possibly…"
"Everyone believed him the son of the Great God later," she replied, and placed her hand on your shoulder in a placating gesture. "The false rulers at Sabastis and Abdju and Henenshut declared him simply the child of a random Cyrian tribesman. Remember that, my dear niece. Not the insult, but what it said. The Cyrians of Wisa your ancestor found shelter with showed greater loyalty than many of the people of Kemet. You should be gracious to all the peoples under your rule, and reward loyalty wherever it springs from. And you should not take loyalty for granted from any corner."
You nodded diligently.
"But how do you think the Great Ancestor responded to such insults? Did he cite the witnesses of the divine visitation? Did he make note of his marked resemblance to his mother's brother-husband, the last prince of the preceding dynasty?"
Neferet shook her head.
"No, he did not dignify the blasphemies with a direct response. He simply repeated his claims and then proved them with his actions. With the aid of the gods he captured the false rulers at Sabastis and Abdju and Henenshut and smote them, and none now know their names. He stamped his name and legend upon Kemet so that none would question it ever again. And you, my daughter, are a child of that man. Our blood is the blood of the Divine Ra, and of the Great Ancestor. You must never forget that, and never cease to act like the daughter of the gods."
"So if people challenge me…" You pause to consider the lesson.
"You have no need to bandy words with traitors. Prove yourself in your bearing, in your nobility, and in your piety and charity. The people will believe what they see before them. The Great Ancestor showed he was descended from the gods in every action of his life; and now you must do the same, my daughter. Remember the honor of your blood and that you are chosen of the gods. If you do so, then so will everyone else."
Result:
Gain trait "Proud"
+1 Diplomacy
Learning to Drive (a Chariot)
1D100+17+5 => 65
Your desire to learn how to drive a chariot encountered some resistance in the palace when you first expressed it. There was no precedent for a female chariot rider and the prospect of the Queen entering battle was not welcomed by the Royal Council. Your mother encouraged your interest, however, telling you that you would likely have to fight for your reign and that it would only help cultivate your popular association with Hathor-Sekhmet. You prevailed by citing the examples of Queen Inihue and Niut, who had fought against foreign invaders at the close of their respective dynasties, and by asserting your own authority as a Queen. Your aunt Neferet gave way at that point and told the Guards of Horus to find an appropriate instructor.
Ramessu is chosen from among the ranks of the Guards to provide you military instruction. He is strikingly tall and well-toned, something which you appreciate more and more of late. He comes from a powerful noble family of Lower Kemet, a line of hereditary priests and landed gentry from Per-Wadjet. Where Khui seems to be brutal power and force, Ramessu is grace and effortlessness. He displayed enormous patience teaching you to drive a chariot, which was just as well as it took you a while to get the hang of the matter.
The heavy three-man war chariot takes a spirited team of horses to drive. Your limited strength and stature made simply keeping hold of the reins a challenge early on. Ramessu and a professional charioteer were with you at all times, and more than once they had to take control to avoid a crash. Still the luck of the goddess Hathor was with you and you passed your training with little more than a few bruises, scratches, and punctures. You enjoy the excitement of moving fast and kept at the practice until you qualified, albeit as a novice driver. In war that might not matter too much, as you would have a professional charioteer with you while you shot at the enemy with your bow, but you could not give up.
Result:
Gain Status "Novice Charioteer"
The Servant Gossip Mill
Informants 1D100+18 => 67
"Tais?
"Yes, Divine Majesty?"
The maid paused what she was doing at your inquiry, and followed you into your chambers at your gestured command. She looked nervous to have your attention, so you directed her to a divan with you.
"Please, sit. We have heard that your elder brother has fallen ill. Is this so?"
She sat very still, but her hands balled up around her skirt. "It is true, Divine Majesty. A river fever, we fear. Our father is old and if my brother dies, I don't know if I can take care of him."
"It grieves us to hear so." You awkwardly reach out to pat her back, in the kind of gesture of reassurance that Ma'atneferure had given you so often. Tais breaks into tears and you allow her to sob. "There, there. We will see that your brother is brought before one of the palace doctors. If medicine is required we will make sure that he does not want for it."
Gradually the sobbing subsides and her muffled voice croaks out thanks. She dries her eyes, smearing the kohl around her pretty chestnut eyes. You feel almost bad about exploiting her vulnerability. Almost. As Ma'atneferure taught you
"Collect yourself here in my chambers. And let us talk a while then, Tais, of more pleasant affairs here in the palace."
Result:
Gain access to Palace Gossip Mill
Included at start of each new turn
The Eunuch
1D100+17 => 103 1D100 => 31 (134)
You find it difficult to make yourself even imply that you were mistaken about Ptahshepses. Mother and the Queen Dowager both disagree with your assessment of the eunuch. And spending so much time with your aunt at Court has given you a greater appreciation for how much the eunuchs do and how important they are balancing against the temple priesthoods, local nobles, and the Army. Still, it's far from easy to admit you might have been wrong or to get over your anger at being humiliated by the eunuch. But you try, anyway.
You find Ptahshepses taking his habitual stroll in the palace garden along the bank of the Nile. Underneath the palm trees you seek out a quiet moment to speak with him and express your regret about the game.
"I took no offense, Divine Majesty," Ptahshepses answered carefully. "As a eunuch, ones learns very early not to take offense easily. I regret I imposed too much upon you with the foreign game."
"I insisted on keeping playing," you say, though it is hard to get out.
"And I should have been firmer in dealing with your Majesty," he replied, nodding his head gently. "You have a great many talents, which I say without flattery. And I think the gods, such as they may be, favor you. It was easy for me to… underestimate the degree to which you needed guidance."
His tone annoys you, as does the implication that you aren't ready to assume true rule of the country. "Are you always this forthright, eunuch?"
"Heavens no, Divine Majesty." He chuckles. "I choose my words carefully and sweeten them with honey. But you are my Queen and so I will speak the truth to you, as you above all others need the truth. To others I will ration it out as needed."
"Oh, really?" You feel your temper rising a bit, and decide to stick in the knife. "Is that why everyone says you eunuchs are corrupt, then?"
"No, Majesty. They say we are corrupt because we have no place in society. Even the gods of Kemet are gods of fertility and we will never have children. We have no power save that which the Pharaoh extends to us. We are easy targets when we are weak and will never enjoy respect when we are strong. That, Divine Majesty, is why everyone says we are corrupt. Sometimes they are even correct about that, but never for the right reasons."
You pause, taken momentarily aback by his frankness. But you grudgingly admit it makes sense. "I will… think on that."
"I believe you will," he says. "Know, Divine Majesty, I speak without dissembling for your sake and your sake alone. We eunuchs rely upon you and in turn we will serve you as well as we can. And that includes admitting our limits. That there are corrupt and false eunuchs I do not deny, though I try to weed them out; but there are many more corrupt priests, faithless officers, and oppressive nobles."
He gives you a sly, knowing smile. Ptahshepses is confident and elegant despite being challenged. And that bothers you for some reason. You're not sure if you're jealous of how he can hold himself cool, or resent that he doesn't seem intimidated by you. But you nod to acknowledge what he said and take your leave.
Whatever it is, it feels like a minor problem after the rift between you is bridged.
Result:
Lose "Dislike" toward Ptahshepses
The Bull and the Heifer
Atumnemhat's roll ???
Truly the most astonishing omen for the year followed the return of the High Priest Atumnemhat from his trip up the Nile to inspect the herds of the temples for a bull of Apis. Messengers from the temple announced to all of Kemet that a new bull had been located, to the general rejoicing of the population. You were brought out to the Garden of Ptah with Meryawy to see the god-bull in person.
The Gardens themselves served as the primary temple to the craftsman god in Temes and as such would serve the Apis Bull until a suitable temple could be constructed or appropriated. It was your first visit to the facility, and you were impressed by the careful landscaping and cultivations done on high ground overlooking the Nile. The garden was of course literal, and many foreign plants flourished above the floodplain and formed an open campus where scholars could give lectures or meet with students outside of the main temple complex. The Bull of Apis was held in an enclosure closer to the temple, in a part of the compound rarely visited by most.
Banefre, the Supervisor of the Garden, met you outside the wooden stockade with a score of attendants and priests of Ptah. "Your Divine Majesty, life, peace, health," he said before prostrating himself before you. "This unworthy one regrets that the living god cannot be given a more prosperous enclosure on our grounds."
"Rise, Our servant Banefre," you commanded. "It is Our will that you look to the needs of the god as well as you can. Our support will be forthcoming."
"Thank you, Divine Majesty."
As he rose you looked over the enclosure. It was a wooden stockade, not much different from any other cattle enclosure. It seemed like a large area and the Apis looked happy enough munching upon hay and surrounded by three heifers that made up a portion of his harem. As you examined the bull more closely you looked for the markings that made it holy; the white triangle upon its brow, the vulture-wing pattern on its back, and so on. The beast was a powerful looking bull, you had to grant, all muscle and boasting a vicious looking pair of horns with which to defend his harem.
You were satisfied with the arrangements for the time being and opened discussion on the level of funding needed for the Garden. You were interrupted by a cry of praise from a party of workmen winding their way toward the enclosure guiding a piebald heifer on a rope. You turned in some annoyance to look at the spectacle and would have rebuked the workmen, had Meryawy not suddenly broke away to examine the cow.
"Praise be to Ra, bringer of life! This cow's birthmark is uncanny."
Now curious you step over to join the priest. The workmen recognize that you are someone of importance and adopt deferential stances. The cow's head is pure white, except for a spot of russet on the forehead about level with its horns. It is a perfect circle, flanked and appended by extending tendrils that taper and curve toward the top. On the whole it looks unmistakably like the sun-disk and horns associated with Hathor in her guise as a primordial cow-goddess.
"The cow was brought from Tjenu to join the harem of the Apis Bull, Noble Lady." The overseer of the workman party was finally bold enough to address you. "The birthmark of the cow was clear to me, praise be to the Great Queen of the West, who answered my prayers for a child. Should it be honored like the Apis bull? I am not wise in the ways of the gods, Noble Lady."
"The goddess Hathor is the consort of the god Ptah, so it fitting that you continue your task and unite them. But this omen will bear more thinking on."
In the end the bull of Hathor is introduced in the enclosure to the Apis Bull. He stops eating and enthusiastically ruts with the new heifer. This was taken as a very positive omen by Meryawy, and news of the uncanny heifer and the cow soon spreads across Upper Kemet. The priests assure you that it is proof of your divine favor from Hathor as revealed at the New Year's celebration.
Result:
Increased political stability
Unlocked options next turn
OOC: Your very first turn is done. There will be another interlude and maybe an event or two before the next turn, though progress is apt to slow down a bit into the holiday season. Hope everyone remains interested and engaged, and that this does not disappoint.