The Eagle and the Hawk
The Eagle and the Hawk

The beast sits, rumbling deep in its chest. Claws long as his forearm scourge the soft dirt, scoring holes and ripping grass to shreds. Blue eyes, like the sky, rest deep behind brown; a black beak is flecked with blood. A shining coat of fur and feathers bristles at him. His children, and there are many, sleep near him. Under the deep blue sky itself Ouranos spent his days, stud-father of the aerie of L'Anguille. The sun was still high.

Wide plains spread out before them for many miles. Only the trod path of feet led to this place, to keep it safe and hidden. The only sign of any besides those two were deep hoof marks and claw strikes in the dirt, born of his mate. They were deep and thick, and for a moment the boy imagine what might happen if those same claws had been used on him.

He shook it away, then, brave-noble Merovée; and gripping his bucket, filled to the brim with fish, he set himself to the task of feeding the beast. He slid the lid from from it, and gripped one that was itself as long as he was tall-- and standing already five feet, that was a fearsome thought. Unconsciously, he put the bucket on the dirt.

He held it in his hand, softly and gently walking towards the creature. Ouranos purred as it smelled the meal, sniffing the air. Gently he looked towards the boy, and his eyes were wise. They widened, noble beast. Confident, assured, Merovée drew close; near enough that he could see each speck of dust on each feather.

A moment later he was on the floor, thrown back by a wing, looking at stars even as the beast feasted on the fish.

He laid there, a moment. World still whirling.

Then he got back up.

Again, he grabbed the fish.

Again, he walked to the beast.

Again, he flew to the ground.

Up.

Fish.

Ground.

On and on it went, will of mountains facing will of beast. The bucket was replaced thrice by slinking servants, each time filled with different meats-- venison, beef, and chicken-- that last one receiving a confused look from the beast. Again, and again, did Merovée fall.

But never did he falter.

The sun fell low, and the moons came up; and for the next, uncountable, time rising up from the dirt, did Merovée grab a handful of poultry and take it to the giant Hippogryph.

This time, though? Bruised and beaten, sore in places that should never be sore, the boy braced himself for the attack-- an attack that never came. Instead, the beast gently wrapped its beak around the meat and began to feast, hungrily and greedily, on the chicken.

Merovée laughed a bit, and walked next to the beast who let him through; and he settled himself and drew up his supper, a hunk of elven bread, some mountain berry jam sent from his mother, and fine cheeses.
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The Lodge was silent. The nobles were, wordlessly, readying themselves for yet another patrol; swords were sliding into scabbards, helms onto heads, gauntlets onto hands.

The door slid open, and the prince and his retinue alike turned-- and they saw Merovée, his squire, enter, holding the largest egg they had seen.
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(Kin of the Companions yo)
 
Turn 31
Turn 31
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Survey

The court is gathered. Thodrek is speaking with some young man, the matter of payment for armor, a maille hauberk. Telathyne went with, Merovée, and did not see fit to tell you she would until she was gone; her quarters have lain untouched since, fine silken sheets and tomes that would melt the eyes out of your skull if you tried to read them— possibly literally.

Meanwhile, this merchant of stinking cheeses— of course, a cheese merchant— is lodging complaint for stolen goods, as if you can force the Greenskins to return what they stole. Annick is tending to Phillipine in your quarters. Her master, the old Albion man, is there, too, but the child is still too young, according to him, to begin training.

Rose is with you, at least, hidden in the shadows, white cloak and staff gripped in her palm. The Prophetess regards the room regally, and seems as much a fixture as the arches and the hanging banners with your heraldry. It is a day of absolute normalcy— insomuch as you have normal days, of late, what with your war against the undead; though, fortunately, you have removed that cult from your land at least.

Unfortunately, normalcy is a fragile thing at the best of times. A commotion at the entrance between the Household Knights and a peasant, and soon enough he enters. Wearing a maille hauberk, and with a kettle helm on him, he is clearly a soldier, though the heraldry he bares tells of one of the lesser knights— Sir Anatole, a small Knight of the Realm with only just a Manor and a Village scarcely enough to sustain him.

The man is sore wounded, gross cuts on his cheek and three of his fingers missing and by the looks of it, crudely; further, he has a bag with a smell you will never forget so long as you live.

"Sire! Sire! Goblins!"

"Calm yourself, soldier! Explain." There is a sinking feeling, in your chest.

We was making our rounds when we were attacked by 'em! Gutted Phil, Georges, everybody! They hauled away Sir Morgan! But they just gave me these, and told me...told me to tell you…"

"Tell me what?"

"Tell you that until you gave him a real fight, he was going to do this...again and again."

"And who is...he?"

"King Pasten, sir. At least, that's what they called him! He...he told me I had to give you this…"

One of your men grabs the bag, though you know, you know without knowing exactly what is inside it.

In calm hands, you take the bag. Trusting in the Lady, you open it.

There are people who ask, why you hate the Greenskins. Or at least, why you hate them so much. Why you spend so much gold and blood, hunting them. Why you risked your life so much, before rulership was thrust on you.

This bag is the only answer you need.

You rise, shaking, and gently hand the bag over. Consolations must be made. You do not know what it is, to lose a child— and not peacefully, either, nor swiftly.

But the very thought, of any of this, happening to your children?

It fills you with the kind of rage that you have never known. Not ever. It is not a good rage. It is not a clean rage.

But it is yours, for its worth. Your heart weeps for your fellow knight, even as many ladies faint and many sirs gasp when they realize.

"...Scribe." One of the Manheim refugees perks up and takes up his quill. "I want this taken as far as it can be: From this moment on, all Knights of Montfort; all soldiers of Montfort; any warriors of Montfort; who return with Goblin heads shall be rewarded with the most generous of bounties. Any who return bearing the heads of Goblins from the tribe that killed this poor soul? Will receive weapons or armor from my personal armorer. And whosoever might return with the head of this...barbarous King? Will receive a treasure the likes of which have never been matched."

(POLITICAL CRISIS, WOO BOYS)
(Gain Trait Wroth)

Martial: The king demands peace, and there is wisdom in that— peace is, as generality, a better thing than war. But there are some peaces that cannot be accepted; some wars that must be fought. Better a just war, though it be terrible, than an unjust peace.
(Pick 1, JUST A WORD OF WARNING ONE OF THEM SHOULD PROBABLY BE, YOU KNOW, GOBLIN STUFF)

Grey Mountain Watch: The Gris Musketeers have had it easy so far, simply trying to return to normalcy.

No longer.

You will set them to the task of protecting your mountain villages in the forts you established, and in training the militias in the basics of the sword-fighting techniques they know. It should make them even more useful against the greenskins, and keep your people more safe. It will also allow them to gain veterancy.
-LOCKED FOR TWO MORE YEARS-

We Have A Chance, Pt 2. To Kill Kings: The king is wise. Just. Noble. Ever has it been so.

The King is not, however, always right. This is the best, first, most legitimate ray of hope your people have had in centuries, if not Millenia. This is the weakest the greenskins have ever been, the strongest you have stood. The most vulnerable, the most separated, the most torng against each other. The Plain Goblins hate the Night Goblins hate the Forest Goblins all hate the Orcs; and the Plain Orcs hate the Savage Orcs hate the Black Orcs hate the Iron Orcs, who all hate the goblins. The Goblins coronate the first kings of their foul kind for the first time in centuries, who themselves war against each other and orc; and the Orcs flock to their warbosses, who battle it out without the shamans to divinate the will of their savage gods for them.

You will not, could not, would not, waste this chance. You will ask the king for forgiveness one day— but not today. Today, as Gilles and the Companions once did so long ago in their Seventh Great Battle, you will lead your men into the pits that hold your foe, and break the Night Goblin Tribes of Montfort once and for all.

But first, you have to find them. And that means asking their inhabitants.

The king's order...has not been rescinded.

But Sir Anatole will not care. He will have vengeance for his son; and with him, he will drag Baron Graeme, the boy's grandfather; who with him might drag Baron Belrose; and from him, all the rest— and if all of your barons are dragged into a war, suffice to say, so are you. Some other thing can be found to appease him, if you do not wish it— but it might be wiser simply to bite the bullet.
Cost: 4,000 Gold, 4 Years

Chance Of Success: 50%, (20% to not anger the King), 50% Sir Anatole Manages to Start anyway with your vassals

Reward: Launch Campaign of the Night Goblin King, whence you will find the hidey holes of the Goblins and put them to rout.

More Wolf-Riders: In the decades since you first captured and tamed the wolves of the goblins, their number have grown massively; eight great packs run through your lands, all led by the Lady-Blessed Grail Wolves. Feasting on monsters, devouring greenskins and their beasts, and helping make sure the Wyvern population stays suitably low, they have been a boon under-sung.

Now, in the most recent efforts against the Greenskin, the Wolves were bane to the diseased monsters, feasting on the hobgoblins with fiery fury and killing many khans outright. You would like more wolf-riders in your forces, and you will have them.
Cost: 100 Gold

Reward: Ten Units of Wolf-Riders in Army

Burn!: The fae-fyre is ready and can be mass produced. Capable of melting through solid steel and the key to Fae-Forging, it would be a potent weapon for your forces; particularly your Trebuchets, which can be loaded with glass globules filled with the stuff that will then rain fiery death down upon your foes.
Cost: 500 Gold, 2 Years

Reward: Fay-Fyre available

Follow The Leader: Gntilla's horde were devastating; the damage still hasn't been fully repaired, years on, and it's likely not to be for some time still. A large part of that was simply that the Hobgoblins, vicious, cruel and stupid as they were, did have one advantage: mounted archers. They could harass your men, kill from afar, and slaughter unpunished.

You'd like to get in on that, and Lancelot agrees.

There are two ways you can go about this— either teaching Yeomen to shoot, or training Villeins to ride. In either case, it will likely be difficult but worth it.
Cost: 500 Gold, 5 Years

Chance Of Success: 35%

Reward: Mounted Archers

Fay-Steel Supplies- Nobles: Fay-Steel is fantastic. Capable of punching through stone, weighing less than the normal metal, and easily-worked enough for fine details, it is a potent improvement upon any mundane materials, aside perhaps from Silverine. Certainly, as far as armor goes it cannot be questioned.
Unfortunately, you both new and untested, and politically tied, might have issues convincing the nobles to transition, for their pride is great and your name, not so grand as your father's.
Cost: 1,500 Gold, 3 Turns

Chance of Success: 40%

Fay-Steel- Peasants: Fay-Steel is fantastic. Capable of punching through stone, weighing less than the normal metal, and easily-worked enough for fine details, it is a potent improvement upon any mundane materials, aside perhaps from Silverine. Certainly, as far as armor goes it cannot be questioned.

Fortunately, the peasants are won't complain. They probably, after all, like living. Unfortunately, It will be much more expensive— you would, after all, be outfitting 70,000 people in it, compared to the 5,000 knights who would need it. It will be a recurring cost for your soldiers, too.
Cost: 3,000, Cost of upkeep for Soldiers triples

Reward: Men-At-Arms, Yeomen, Villeins and Bowmen armored and armed with Fay-Steel where it is an improvement


Sword-Fighting: The musketeers wield single handed small blades, much akin to those your militia and men-at-arms wield and will fight against often. While they will never be the equal of the musketeers, perhaps having them teach your soldiers the basics would be useful?
Cost: 500 Gold, 2 Years

Reward: Musketeers teach Men-At-Arms basics of Swordfighting

What Have You Been Doing?: Actually, now that you think about it, you are a bit suspicious of what, exactly, the Gris Guard have been doing lately, since their battle with Rose to take the scar. Perhaps a call to account is in order?
Cost: 100 Gold

Reward: Knowledge

Mollifying in Blood: You cannot undo what happened to Sir Calixte; but, you might, perhaps, avenge it and in doing soothe his wrath a little. You are not ready to face the Night Goblins in their own mountains, as much as you would like it— and you would— but while anger has blinded you to non-violence for time, it has not blinded you to a different violence.

But the wrath of a father is terrible thing…
Cost: 1000 Gold

Chance of Success: 20%

Reward: Sir Anatole does not murder-fuck you into starting the Goblin Wars, (Either way) dead Greenskins

Raising Hippogryphs: You have been patient. You have been so patient. But no longer. Time to train, time to grow, but you will have your hippogryph riders, and they will join you in battle. Though they will not equal the Royal Hippogryph Knights, they will still be terrible in the extreme.
Cost: 1500 Gold, 3 Years

Reward: Begin gaining units of Hippogryph Knights, 1 Unit=four knights, Can maintain ten units, +1 A turn)

Disperse the Undead: One of the potential weak points of any Necromancer's force— you would know more than most— is their reliance on raising their armies; or perhaps, more specifically, their reliance on sorcerers to summon said army from the dead. More than one Vampiric Force in Mousillon was broken because some Knight's Errant managed to kill the weakest Sorcerer, and so deny them reinforcement.

Obviously, you can expect the students of Arkhan the Black to be both more terrible and more subtle than random slaves to Vampires— but the fundamentals are there; you just have to use them.
Cost: 2500 Gold

Chance Of Success: 25%

Reward: Campaign against Necromancers of Arkhan the Black, much reducing size of army
Diplomacy: Your hate is at a boil! You could spit thunder, and split the steel with your hands! Every ounce of you is filled with hate— and that has made you slightly less charming than before, but only slightly. Perhaps, more importantly, it has put you onto a thought you had hoped to avoid entirely— but one which races at you with a fervour.
(Pick 2)

We Are Experts: The Orcs have risen up in bloody numbers in the kingdom, but for one place— your lands. Unlike you, however, those lands do not know how to put down the the greenskins quite so efficaciously— how to shatter them, break them, burn them. Send your Household Knights— they will learn, then.
Cost: 300 Gold

Chance Of Success: 40%

Reward: Spread Montfortian techniques for fighting Greenskins

Scratch My Back: It is an old trick in Estalia and TIlea to gain a title of nobility by sending a letter to a receptive noble with an amount of gold to persuade them to respond to you with the wished for title, e.g. Signor or Sir. While you are far outside of Estalia, you are still a Duke and as such your word when responding would mean something. It's a bit underhanded, but Morgyan does know a fellow or two who would make use of this service and would pay handsomely.
Cost: Free

Reward: 1d250 Gold

King's Sleep Gifts: The most noble of all holidays, when Bretonnia celebrates Gilles Le Breton and mourns his premature slumber. On this day, family give gifts to each other, spend time together, and mourn his loss by the ritual burning of a greenskin figurine. Perhaps sending gifts will make people like you more? It couldn't hurt to check.
Cost: 75 Gold

Reward: Slight increase to noble opinion

Mingling Blood- Parravon: Duke Louis, though he has little love for you, has even less love for Beastmen; his is a practical sort of detestation, the kind that can work with those he hates, so long as it it for his own benefit.

Whatever, you lost track of your train of thought at some point.

The point is, there are a disgustingly large number of Orcs and beastmen corrupting the lands of Parravon, many of them coming from the former Massif Orcal. While you do not feel particularly guilty about it— by all reports, the number of attacks by them is far lower with them as a motley crew than it is a total mass— you should probably still help them deal with that problem.

As such, you will convince Knights Errant to go and render aid to those Knights of the Realm seeking to put down the Beastmen. If a few of them should happen to meet some blushing maidens, so much the better.
Cost: 400 Gold

Chance Of Success: 40%

Reward: Improve Parravon Opinion, Kill Beastmen and Orcs

Mingling Blood- The Empire: There are orcs pouring over the border and attacking Imperial territory, though in your defense they are more fleeing the Dark Elves than they are running from the Massif.

Still, Uter has picked up a few of his adopted duchy's quirks, and among them is your raging, firestorm hatred for all things both sapient and green. If you can kill greenskin and even more securely festoon good relations between the Empire and Bretonnia, well that's just icing on the cake, isn't it?

...Even if Rose does shake her head at you in disapproval.
Cost: 500 Gold

Chance Of Success:50%

Reward: Improved Relations with the Empire

Wyvern-Scale Diplomacy— Bastonne: The kin of the Uniter and one of your neighbors, Bastonne never did fall into the habit of undermining its men at arms and other soldiers, as should, perhaps, be expected of the descendants of Giles. It is likely that at least a few will want to buy, if not the pre-worked stuff, the raw materials to craft their own wyvern armor.
Cost: 500 Gold

Chance Of Success: 65%

Reward: Begin selling Wyvern armor or material to Bastonne

Wyvern-Scale Diplomacy— Parravon: Yeah, they're not exactly the nicest bunch around. But you know what? They are still Knights, with all the honor, and the duties, that entails. That includes the duty to arm, armor, and train their soldiers to defend their homes, all stupid jokes aside. There are, almost certainly, Barons who will want to arm their soldiers in goodly armor— the real problem lies in convincing them to buy from Montfort.
Cost: 550

Chance Of Success: 40%

Reward: Begin Selling Wyvern gear to Parravon

Wyvern-Scale Diplomacy— Athel Loren: The elves of Athel Loren, cold and alien as they are, strange and aloof as they might act, do still… probably...need armor. And what could be better for those who cannot wield cold steel than the strong, sinuous leather and tough scales of a wyvern? Of course, there is the slight problem of all of Sir Uter's pride and whether or not it can fit in the same forest as all those elves, but you're pretty sure that it won't end disastrously, at least.
Cost: 300 Gold

Chance of Success: 30%

Reward: Begin selling Wyvern leather to the Wood Elves, establish contact

The Grail's Fury- Tilea: One Grail Knight, acting alone, can turn the tide of a battle. A single one of their blade has routed entire Waaaaaghs, and the fury of but one can blunt the charge of a hundred Orcs. And right now, fifty of these living saints live in Montfort, inside the Grail Monasteries Aldric and your father helped recapture and purify. Of course, you probably can't convince all fifty of them to go, but at least one or two should be possible.

Tilea's cities will be exposed and vulnerable, to an extent. Mercenaries are likely to be employed to attack each-other instead of to deal with bandits, miscreants, and so on. They will attack the country-side, pillaging and robbing and taking. Grail Knights would not abide that, but convincing them to go could be...difficult.

Cost: 100 Gold

Chance Of Success:40% (Grail Knights are a stubborn people themselves)

Reward: Grail Knights travel to Tilea to aid the Alliance

We Honor You: The Grail Knights are already the greatest human warrior. In human steel. And often with plain weapons. You'd like to change that.

You're going to give the Grail Knights of Bretonnia Enheralded, fay steel weapons and armor. Any of them that ask for it will receive it, and you will actively search them out, too. Starting with yourself and your neighbors, then going outwards.
Cost: 3000 Gold, 5 Years

Reward: All Grail Knights Receive Magical Armor and Weapons

Fay Alliance: The Fay of the Court Invulnerable gave your father the gift of Enheralding. That suggests they may, perhaps, wish to ally with you. Certainly in some sense you already are, but having the aid of the mountains themselves against the Greenskins would be undeniable— fissures opening in the ground to consume them, armies teleporting to attack, golem warriors battling with you, all of those and more might come if you can but convince them to make oaths with you, and vice versa. First, though, you will need knowledge.
Cost: Free

Chance of Success: 100% (Note: Roll is somewhat for determining difficulty)

Reward: See what you would need to do make an Alliance with the Court of Fay Invulnerable

Bath-House- Quenelles: The Duke of Quenelles has heard tell of your fine bath-house and wishes to have one in his city, as well, for to help reduce the filth. You can send one of Nimue's students there and have them build it, and earn some good will in the process, as well as some gold.
Cost: 750, 3 Years

Reward: Improvement to Quenelles Opinion, One time payment of 1000 Gold upon completion

Bath-Houses, Bastonne: While the worst has passed, Bastonne still bears the scars of the Cataclysm. Filth chokes the land, and it must be fought. Bohemond's sister, Alix, has sent men to you asking, in the name of Bohemond. It can be done.
Cost: 750 Gold, 3 years

Reward: Improvement to Bastonne opinion, one-time payment of 1000 Gold upon completion

Weeping And Sorrow: Hundreds of thousands of men are dead, slaughtered on the fields of Norsca— a fighting retreat, whence they saved who they could. Still, of the hundred-thousand who remained there, against the Norscans, a further fifth died on those icy fields, and many who returned were wounded and maimed— the suffering will be horrendous, and undeserved. You will not allow this.
Cost: 6,000 Gold, 3 Years

Reward: Send giant aid package to Reikland and the Empire, massive bonus to opinion

Elven Treaties: The Duke of Parravon has spent an age attempting to make treaty, alliance, and common cause with the Elves of Athel Loren. His work has been functional, but slow, so very slow; and so he has, begrudgingly, asked for aid in coded messages to the rest of the Dukes.

No doubt many will send knights, and no doubt many of those knights will fail. Instead of simple sending them off to the slaughter, it might, perhaps, make sense to study first. But then, the rewards of an alliance with the Wood Elves might well be...incalculable.
Cost: 500 Gold, 5 Years

Chance Of Success: 40%

Reward: Alliance Options with Asrai

Edict Of Bel-Hathor: The Asur have banned all non-elves from Ulthuan but for the single port of Lothern. You know, though, that there are treasures untold there, monsters to be fought and beasts to be faced. Further, it might help the elves, to, to see others besides Elves.

Petition the Phoenix King, and see if it might not be undone.
Cost: 100 Gold, 3 Years

Chance Of Success: 80% Thanks to High Asur Opinion of You, Unlocks Further Options

Orcs Need to Die: Right now, the Dwarfs, the Elves, and the Arabyans are all killing Greenskins— by the bushel. Their places of power are threatened— the Asrai have cast down the Bloody Spear Goblins blocking Mad Dog Pass on their way into the Darklands, the Asur have prepare to siege the Iron Rock, the Dwarfs carve a bloody path to Ekrund, and the Arabyans and Badlanders are, surely, doing something productive as well. The King will not care if, say, you ship rations, or weapons, or armor to these peoples as they cast down the Greenskins.

And so that is what you are going to do. While none of them will take everything, all of them will take something. In doing so you will allow them to stand, more terribly, against the Orcs.
Cost: 5,000 Gold

Reward: Supply Wood Elves, Dwarfs, High Elves, and Humans in the Badlands

Envoys: Your Household Knights are your general ambassadors, acting as your will and emissary in foreign lands. However, they are somewhat lacking in particular training— by which you mean, they have none at all except their general education.

This is, perhaps, not the best state of affairs. Fortunately, there are none better than you to teach, and a Trobadours' school to teach in.
Cost: 800 Gold, 2 Years

Reward: Bonus to Diplomacy

Wines of the Empire— Stirland: The Empire does make wines. They are not very good, but they do make them.

Notably in Stirland— it may or may not have had something to do with your sister being betrothed their Graf. It would not too difficult to establish a trade in wine in your province, and so earn some money on tariffs; further, it would improve their opinion of you. It would also make your father happy, so that's a plus.
Cost: 500 Gold

Chance of Success: 100%

Reward: Wine Trade Between Stirland and Montfort

Wines of the Empire— Averland: The Empire does make wines. They are not very good, but they do make them.

Particularly in Averland, home of the Leitdorfs. Though a particular breed of crazy, you are told that the Knights who married Marienburgers have picked up a taste for Grenzstadter White, a popular drink in Marienburg. It's shameful, but it is far from so shameful that you would not be willing to collect tax on it.
Cost: 500 Gold, 2 Years

Chance Of Success: 75%

Reward: Wine Trade between Montfort and Averland

Wines of the Empire— Wissenland: The Empire does make wines. They are not very good, but they do make them.

They make wine in Nuln and Solland. It is kind of awful, marred as it is with the blood of Griffons, but they produce it in great barrels. That said, the frictions between your people during the Marienburg campaign might make this...difficult.
Cost: 500 Gold, 3 Years

Chance Of Success: 30%

Reward: Access to Wissenland Wine

Wines of the Empire— Reikland: The Empire does make wines. They are not very good, but they do make them.

Reikland wines are actually almost acceptable? You would universally choose proper Southern stock over them, but you would not be offended if a friend bought it for you, which is more than can be said for most of the Empire's wine.

That said, the land is in turmoil, and might be difficult to negotiate with, what with the Ulricans pouring out in search of their next great battle and the sheer loss of life in Norsca.
Cost: 500 Gold, 2 Years

Chance Of Success: 50%

Reward: Wines of Reikland

Match-Maker: Your knights are not very impressed with you right now. They dislike your use of Ballista, your infringing on their lands in your campaign, your calling their sons to war.

That is not a great state of affairs. There are several ways, recorded in long history books, to deal with such a problem. Your mother is in one of them, but you would rather not do the same. There is an easier alternative: Namely, a great many young sons and daughters of Montfort search for marriages! You just so happen to have connections in the courts of the mighty human nations of the Old World, and the Empire as well.

If nothing else, it would be hard to hate the man who introduced you to your spouse.
Cost: 3000 Gold

Reward: Major Increase in Noble opinion as you make a great many matches in noble-marriages and etc.

Gisoreux: The land of your mother, and your grandfather, and of your cousins. It is a place of vipers and venom, as many families assert themselves in their efforts to climb to the top of the heap. Even if the highest prize of Dukedom itself is out of reach— and it might well not be— in the chaos of Grandfather's death there will be much positioning, enough to make the vultures of Reikland seem positively earnest.

Naturally, there are those asking you to get involved. They believe you can play the peacemaker, and you can, to be fair. But it will be a constant drain on your time in this department, ensuring there are no border disputes that escalate to civil war.
Cost: 3000 Gold, 5 Years

Reward: Maintain peace in Gisoreux,???

The Hunt— No Danger: Who doesn't like hunting, really? Nobles like it, peasants like it, freemen like it— universal approval! Admittedly, for very different reasons, but they are reasons you are okay with.

So, why not host a hunt? Not a very dangerous one, really, but not all that impressive, either. Mostly the few game animals that live in Montfort, of which there are not many.
Cost: 250 Gold

Reward: Minor Increase in Opinion

The Hunt— Minor Danger: Who doesn't like hunting, really? Nobles like it, peasants like it, freemen like it— universal approval! Admittedly, for very different reasons, but they are reasons you are okay with.

This would mostly still be the minor game that live in Montfort! However, you would also send a few expeditions out looking for boar. Beyond being impressive, dangerous beasts, they are also good pelts to have in the cold, cold mountains nights— but, they are far from the most dangerous things in Montfort's mountains.
Cost: 1,500 Gold

Chance of Success: 75%

Reward: Hunt, moderate increase in Opinion

The Hunt— Moderate Danger: Who doesn't like hunting, really? Nobles like it, peasants like it, freemen like it— universal approval! Admittedly, for very different reasons, but they are reasons you are okay with.

This time, you will be hunting specifically dangerous beasts. Boars that have gored peasants, bears that have assaulted town militias, that sort of thing. Not that dangerous, but it would ruin the mood somewhat if someone left maimed. On the other hand, the glory earned in impressive hunts such as these is the sort of thing that makes a man feel good enough to be generous.
Cost: 2,000 Gold

Chance Of Success:50%

Reward:Hunt, Major Increase in Opinion

Hunt— The Most Dangerous Game Of All: Who doesn't like hunting, really? Nobles like it, peasants like it, freemen like it— universal approval! Admittedly, for very different reasons, but they are reasons you are okay with.

No, you are not hunting people.

You're hunting greenskins. Your bands of hunters against small bands of greenskins specifically infesting the lands of your subjects, not your own lands.

That should really just about say it all, honestly.
Cost: 2,500

Chance Of Success: 25%

Reward: Extreme Increase in Opinion

An Extreme Option: You have six— count them, six— children. That is six potential marriage alliances, bringing with them them soldiers in a war you must fight.

But!

But you did say, and you did hope, and did everything but swear, that you would let your children make the choice you did not, the most basic one: Of who to marry, and make a life with. While you are happy, that is luck, perhaps; and as your father says of Écosse, "That, this once, something horrible did not happen does not change that this is a horrible idea." Further, if there is anything the Elves and their Civil War— their Kin Strife— can teach you, it is that hate can ruin more than anything else.

On the other hand? There is something to be said, for having the aid of six families that would otherwise look on you as the dirt itself.
Cost: 500 Gold (To prove Wealth), your Soul (Metaphorically)

Reward: Make Betrothals between all of your children (That you have access to) and various noble Familie from Across the Old World/Bretonnia

A Less Extreme Option: Yes, it is true that you will need many, many soldiers to smoke out the Goblins. However, there is a better way than selling your children like meat on the market. Better by a long shot.

There is another traditional Bretonnian way to form alliances— squiring. By sending your children to— and teaching the children of— other nobles, you gain their support. Louis still must be taught, and you could take on two students.
Cost: 500 Gold

Reward: Choose Sir for Louis, Squires, Gain Alliances

A Matter of Kin: Family supports family— and your family is a strong family indeed. A Marquis in Écosse, a Duchess of Carcassonne, the Grafin of Stirland, the Duke of Montagneterre and of Gisoreux, Bohemond of Bastonne— all of these people, they are your family, or so close that they might as well be.

Though it is a small thing that incurs your wrath— in a world as entrenched with horrors as yours— surely some of your family, your allies, can conjure up something to aid you in the battle to come.
Cost: 1000 Gold

Chance Of Success: Varies, rolled for each ally and family member

Reward: Support from allies, family

Call Up Your Vassals: Your vassals have had an easy past few decades, all told. The Barons, at least. Your father's growth of his personal levy made everything easy for them.

No longer.

They will not deny you.
Cost: 1000 Gold

Chance Of Success: 60%

Reward: Call up Barons for military duty and Levy

Returning the Body: Lamorte deserves to return home. There is, however, one slight problem. It will be immediately obvious to everyone what you are trying to do. No caravan will be safe, no baggage train protected; They will be attacked on the way back to Aquitaine by the servants of the undead. All will not be well. But if they make it back, never will the body be ripped from Aquitaine again.
Cost: 8,000 Gold

Chance Of Success: 10% (Note: If failed, body either lost or reclaimed by Arkhan)

Reward: Body of Lamorte returned to Aquitaine

Stewardship: Unlike the last time the Greenskins made mouth-noises, half your realm is not on fire. But, much the same charge is in the air.
(Pick 1)

Minor Holdings: You obtained a large number of minor fiefs in your training of your men— usually, a small manor and the dozen houses and a blacksmith, overrun by greenskins. Good practice for fighting in dark, enclosed spaces. Generally, a Knight Errant would claim them but, well, since more often than not it was just you and a handful of peasants doing the deed, you now have a number of very lands, all split off from each other. You can't keep them all to your chest, you're busy enough just with the contiguous Montfort, so clearly it's time to distribute the wealth about.

First thing's first, it would be smart to see whether, among the nobility, there are any claimants to such lands. Then...well, you can worry about the rest later.
-Locked for 3 more turns-

Taxes: Oh boy, corruption! Or typos. Either way, people often do not put the whole of their owed taxes together. Send Sir Yvain to double check, and make sure that all is as it should be, instead of all screwed up.
Cost:Free

Reward:
1d250 Gold

Nouvelle Vie- Transit: Sir Yvain has scouted out the city for several options. He sees much potential for coinage in your port, even if it is river bound.

The Strigany travel throughout the whole of your land; their caravans reach areas as notable as Métropole and its forty-thousand souls to the hamlet of Snow's Fall, population one-hundred. Yvain would like to offer payment to the Strigany in return for, essentially, ferrying merchants and their goods between your lands. Everyone would win— nobles would get access to rarer materials, and could establish trading connections; Strigany make money just for doing what they do; and the merchants would get money from your more...ah, isolated vassals, who would either from desperation or ignorance pay top dollar for certain amenities.

And, of course, you'd get to skim from the top in the form of taxes.
Cost: 800 Gold, 3 Years

Reward: New transit system for mercantile endeavors, gold

Nouvelle Vie— The Expeditionary Quarters: Sir Yvain has scouted out the city for several options. He sees much potential for coinage in your port, even if it is river bound.

It is a feature in many Old World Cities— Couronne, Parravon, Marienburg, Altdorf and more alike have it. Its names range from "the Adventurer's Parts" to the "Home of Heroes"; but whatever it is called unofficially, the official name is The Expeditionary Quarters: where those planning on charging out into the great unknown can buy good, solid steel, find men, and anything else an adventurer might need.

Of course, the Nouvelle Vie is not nearly large as any of those cities; but it does have access to the Grismerie, and several blacksmiths work there; if nothing else, it is likely to be where foreign dignitaries arrive in Montfort.

Cost: 1,500 Gold, 5 Years

Reward: Money, Small chance each year of foreign trading expedition from unexplored areas coming to trade with you

Nouvelle Vie- Imperial Quarter: The Empire sends many traders and merchants, now, but they could send more if certain… provisions were put in place. A quarter proper, for their long-term habitation, for instance, would be helpful. It would certainly expand the tax base— and Lady above do you feel… nasty about having to say that.
Cost: 750 Gold, 2 years

Reward: Establish Imperial Quarter

Enlarge the Mine: The new iron-mine is a relatively small affair, employing less than a hundred hands to rip the iron from the stone. You can definitely make it bigger, and thus reap more of a profit.
Cost: 100 Gold

Reward: More gold

Valuable Metals: You already have a gold mine, yes, but that's a single vein pounding out raw coinage. You'd expect there to be, somewhere in the duchy, there to be some other veins of other valuable metals. Set some prospectors out to find it.
Cost: 200 Gold

Chance Of Success: 90%

Reward: Valuable metal of some sort discovered.

Herd— The Most Cheese: Your current herd of goats is used for cheese and milk. It's pretty good, all things equal— better than starving, certainly. You can always use more food for your people, and pound per pound cheese is probably the best way to do that— though probably not the most delicious. After this point, the amount of goats you'll be capable of sustaining very-long-term (aka for cheese production) will hit its max; if you want to expand the herds more, it would have to be for meat or wool.
Cost: 100 Gold

Reward: Utilize third herd of goats as extra cheese maker

Herd— More wool: The herd of goats you have is currently used for milk and cheese, helping take the ease off of imports, but not by enough. Right now you have enough goats to make a third herd, for more cheese, wool, or meat.

The wool is shaggy, thick, and warm. It makes very effective coats and cloaks, that hold the warmth as though their grasp was steel. Of course, you can't exactly eat wool if, say, orcs come and burn your stores to the ground, meaning you'll have to continue importing food. On the other hand, the wool sells for far more than either meat or cheese does, and that gold can be turned for nobler purpose.
Cost:50 Gold

Reward: Money, wool

Herd— More Meat: The herd of goats you have is currently used for milk and cheese, helping take the ease off of imports, but not by enough. Right now you have enough goats to make a second herd, for more cheese, wool, or meat.

Meat sounds nice. It goes for a fair penny, helps feed your men, and you can use the meat as bait for hunting orcs. All in all, a sound investment.
(Cannot be taken with other Herd options)
Cost: 100 Gold

Reward: Meat produced, more coin, more food

Trade Post-Marienburg: You can buy and sell anything in Marienburg.

It's part of why your father hates it.

However, that make it a prime spot for commerce. Which is good, according to Yvain. Because you really, really need money in your coffers. To help pay for repairs, and so on and so forth. Right now, only a few Freedmen send pack and such. Small scale. But why not something bigger? A permanent trade post? Fay steel and other minor goods in return for whatever the many expeditions launched out of Marienburg?

It feels a little...dirty, but better dirty than your people suffer.
Cost: 1000 Gold, 3 Years

Reward: Trading Post in Marienburg, foreign goods flow to you and vice versa

Tharravil: According to legend, there is a city made entirely of purest gold. Not in Lustria, death-land that it is; nor in the Southlands, so far away; nor even in Naggaroth, under jealous command of Witch-King.

No, the Golden City of Tharravil supposedly lies in Bretonnia. Montfort. Over the largest vein of purest gold in all the land. Everything from silverware, to buildings, to roads, all made of the stuff. You dismissed it as a fairy tale. Myth, tall-tales told around the fire. Certainly, you have never received a cart of pure gold.

But Lady Nimue thinks that her expedition in Mousillon so long ago found a map to it. A wierd map, but a map.

And now she believes she's found the key.

Certainly would solve your money problems, if it were true.
Cost: 1000 Gold, 2 Years

Chance Of Success: 50% (Note: Locked until successful if chosen— Nimue can be very persuasive)

Reward: Golden city of Tharravil, Massive amounts of Gold and economic recovery

Bath-Houses- Outlying Villages: Now that your people have experience building a functional bath-house, it is likely they could do the same elsewhere. They will not be as nice as the one found in Montfort, but it will still be an improvement on their hygiene, one much needed at that— a blow to Nurgle, then. Not being so sick so often should do good for your people.
Cost: 1,000 Gold, 3 Years

Reward: Bath-Houses spread throughout Montfort

Expand the Fleet: Now that you are expanding Nouvelle Vie, Yvain believes it would be worthwhile to expand the fleet. Not just with more Couteau, but with a new freighter proper, as well. A small one, only perhaps 20 feet, but it would both carry far more— double the tonnage of your existing craft— and have proper armament outside its guard, consisting of a single catapult— which might not sound like much, but would absolutely ruin a great many people's days.
Cost: 1000 Gold, 3 Years

Reward: +10 Couteau, 1 Freighter, expansion in trade

Save the Food: Now more powerful than before, Rose believes it would be possible for her to use the heraldry of the Court Reborn to keep the food in your granaries preserved for far longer, making you yet more independent.
Cost: 400 Gold, 3 turns

Reward: More income

A New Port: There was a certain note of betrayal in your father's voice as he told you of Charles' rise up. Despite the greatness of his feat— a Marquis, before twenty— to see your brother aiding a man your father plainly did not trust hurt him dearly.
You are somewhat more conflicted, but he is your brother. And he requests your aid. Not in war, but a loan to help him build up his new town, Chaudburg, into the port he believes it can be. Architects, stone-workers, and etc. could be sent to help, should be sent to help really, for he is your brother.
Cost: 500 Gold, 5 years

Reward: Trade Link between Ecosse and Montfort

Mountain Farms- Step 1: You have the Sun-Stones now. With that, you can make even the darkest, deepest pits into perfectly fine farms— if there's soil available. While you are no expert in farming, it does strike you that there are several ways this can be done, including, possibly, magic, though of course all of them are likely to be time consuming in the extreme.

Still, this brings you one step closer to food independence.
Cost: 2,000 Gold, 6 Years

Chance Of Success: 30%

Reward:Mountain Farms

Revitalize Farming: Nimue has seen your new technologies— the fine steel plows, and the impressive pipework that flows water from the castle out— and has had an idea.

In a giant book, perhaps three-hundred pages thick— and they are large pages— she has lain out a program to revitalize the farming methods of your land, so that they bring in much, much more food. Steel plows breaking rocky soil, fed with pipes from the Grismerie, would produce yields perhaps double, or even triple, what is produced now.

There is only one problem: Baron Rambert, who owns the land, has died in battle, a minor skirmish with the Skaven— and his son is far less eager to work with you. You will have to convince him to let you do this.
Cost: 3,000 Gold, 5 Years

Chance Of Success: 35%

Reward: Massively improve farming efforts

Working the Earth: While more massive expansions will be difficult, simply giving hoes to your farmers to work the land should be simple, and increase yields well.
Cost: 500 Gold, 3 Turns

Reward: Expand farming income

Passing It Along: The Palais des Fleurs is a great place, of joy and wonder. It will pass to one of your sons, when they come of age. Deciding who, exactly— clearly, not Merovee— is somewhat important, considering the wealth tied up in the palace. You might as well do much the same for the Valmont Estate, while you're at it.
Cost: 500 Gold

Reward: Choose who to pass the Palais des Fleurs and the Valmont Estate to

Selling Eggs: Hippogryphs are neat. Not so neat that you'll give up your Destriers, but neat. Contracts must be negotiated, oaths made, duels fought— but you can begin selling these awesome beasts, though to avoid meddling with the growth of your aerial corps you will need to be slow and cautious in selling. On the other hand, you know there are people interested, ranging from the Tileans, to the Estalians, to the Samurai of Nippon— who are apparently...intrigued, by the statues in the chapel you had built as a wedding gift.
Cost: 2000 Gold, 5 Turns

Chance Of Success: 60%

Reward: Begin selling Hippogryphs/Eggs to interested parties

Piety: Rose has returned from her trip rescuing the new Baron of Westerlands. She has a new scar, as well as a new staff, much bigger than her last. It seems she has become, then, that which evil fears most: a Prophetess of the Lady. Young, for that, but not entirely without Precedent.
(Pick 1)

Ready for War: The Tomb Kings stir. The servants of Nagash seek Bretonnians, for what and why you neither know nor care. In such times, it would be wise to ask the damsels for wisdom in facing the Undead Kings— before they can ravage the lands.
-LOCKED FOR 1 MORE TURN-

The Holy Spots: There are shrines and temples and chapels dotting the mountains of Montfort. While it would be remiss to use them for temporal gain at the expense of their spiritual weight, it would hardly be wrong to make mention of them in conversation, to draw others' attention to them, would it?
Cost: Free

Reward: 1d250 Gold

Churches And Chapels: The Lady's houses of worship are generally small, humble things, to keep the connection between Her and Her Servants clear and close, unlike the ostentatious and downright tacky Cathedrals that Sigmarites are so fond of. That said, building a grand place for Her Knights to worship her is a very good use of money.
Cost: 300 Gold, 6 Years

Chance Of Success: 100%

Reward: Build a Monument to the Lady

Shrine Of Saint René: The first man to ever map all of the parts of the Grismerie as a continuous whole— its tributaries, streams, and deltas alike, as well as the main body— Saint René is not particularly popular among your mostly land-bound Dukedom. However, now that you have a port, it seems only prudent to have someone watching your sailors.
Cost: 300 Gold, 2 Years

Reward: Shrine of Saint Rene

A Prophetess Would be Lovely: An army of Orcs marches through Bretonnia, growing stronger every day; and in their teeming number, they will no doubt have many shamans, both goblin and orcish. It would be wise, very wise, to see whether or not one of the Prophetesses of the Lady, her most potent agents, might desire to live within Castle Montfort. Even with Rose newly ascended, it would be nice to have an extra for to guide you.
Cost: 500 Gold

Chance Of Success: 30%

Reward: Prophetess of the Lady moves to Castle Montfort

The Clerics: You begged for aid, and they came. The Clerics of Bretonnia, taught by the Green Knight, trained to wield magic, just in deed, they are an army unstoppable. One of them could turn aside an army of orcs.
They have been mobile these last years, killing and maiming and destroying Greenskin and Skaven. But finally a few a starting to peel away from the pack, away from the rest and setting down roots. Perhaps you could try and entice one? By, say, building a giant chapel, or something?
Cost: 1500 Gold

Chance Of Success: 50%

Reward: Giant Chapel, Cleric of the Lady (Note: Can be taken until successful)

Miracles: Bertrand can calm any animal he sees, or that sees him. Stories of a Duke's daughter that can turn away Beastmen with but a little effort, and her will. Of a boy in Lyonesse who can lift twelve oxen at high noon and struggle with a door at midnight. Is there a true to those claims? Are there more in Bretonnia like this, these miracles makers, born of the Lady's grace? It deserves thought.
Cost: 500 Gold, 3 Years

Chance of Success: ???

Reward: A census of Blessed People in Bretonnia

Magic Sharing: The Wizards of the Empire have long desired for to learn, at least a bit, from the Damsels. The Fay Enchantress has given her assent— and her protection— to any who might take them up on that offer, but few have, for there is little love lost in Bretonnia for Wizards— that is to say, men who wield the powers of magic. Only in Montfort would it have a chance, but your Father's only aid in such matters was Rose, who would patently have refused.

Now, though, there are three Damsels who might be convinced. An exchange of knowledge could benefit you both?
Cost: 500 Gold, 5 Years

Chance Of Success: 40%

Reward: Damsels teach and learn at the Wizard's College in Altdorf

Salvage: While the Imperials were driven back by the Norscans, in their attack they reclaimed much plunder ripped in blood from the Old World. While, no doubt, much of it belonged to the Empire, it would be far from impossible that among them were artifacts of the Lady. You could ask, though of course it might be...impolitic.
Cost: 500 Gold

Chance Of Success: 45%

Reward: Artifacts of Bretonnian Saints Reclaimed

The Wild Warriors: There are many worshipers of Taal in Montfort— despite its mountainous nature, Ulric never did gain quite so much power as you would expect. They wander the wild paths in twos and threes, patrol the fens and glades, march the mountains in search of Greenskins, and other such feats.

That said, they do all practically worship your wife? Perhaps she could forge them into something?
Cost: 500 Gold, 5 Years

Reward: ??? (Special Unit, maybe?)

Écossias Corrections: The Great Mistake, as your father might call it, appears to have become...well, not permanent— nothing really is— but indefinite. A storm of perfect coincidences, excellent luck, and divine intervention, has combined such that a sociopath with delusions of grandeur has grabbed power...and unlike the ten-millions other times it's happened, has stumbled onto the revolutionary strategy of "Being unhorrible" as the sustainable way forward, the only one that will not earn divine retribution. It's unromantic, unchivalric, ignoble— but it's life, for better or for worse.

That said, you will be damned if you allow such a man to be the sole voice of the Lady on the Island. Send some missionaries and knights, to build chapels and shrines and speak the true voice of the Lady.
Cost: 1000 Gold, 4 Years

Chance Of Success:50%

Reward: Send Missionaries, build chapels, etc.

The Enchantress' Words: The Fay Enchantress and a number of Damsels has spent the past few years combing through the personal writings of the First Fay, and now feels ready to begin distributing what she can. Texts deciphering the mysteries of your faith, Polemics describing the idiocy of an ever divided Empire, Theological notions— your faith is more personal than the Empire's, it's true, but it is not less intellectual for it.

Acquire copies for your library.
Cost: 5000 Gold

Reward: Cool shit from The First Fay's Library (As far as Theological Notions Go)

Learning:Perhaps not the most useful thing, when you could be driving Greenskins from your shores.
(Pick 1)
Understanding the Journal: The Fay Enchantress has, essentially, translated the most basic parts of the Journal into easy enough steps for you to take against Arkhan, and his evil. However, as you said, it is a basic translation. More earnestly studying the book might give you an edge over your opponent, the traitor.
-LOCKED FOR 2 MORE TURNS-

Elven Wisdom: The dwarfs in your Province are an isolationist bunch, who have never made many ties with your people, preferring instead their own; your four personal guests, meanwhile, are a skald, a conservative, a thane and his not-conservative-but-hyperfocused aunt; you will be learning nothing from them. However, Telathyn, Lore-Master that she is, is not so isolated; further, her house feels it owes you a debt of some import, for both returning their ancestral sword and saving their heir, Prince Alan's, life. Honor-bound, they would be willing— with consent of Phoenix King— to teach the smiths of your land how to forge armor and weapons in the Asur way.
Cost: 500 gold, 5 Years

Chance of Success: 50% (Note: For losing Noble Opinion, Smiths will learn either way)

Reward: Smiths learn to construct Asur style armor to the level of a journeyman elven smith

Expeditions: There are plenty of broken ruins in Bretonnia, particularly in Montfort. There are likely valuable of archaeological significance within them, items that would fetch a pretty penny if given to the Museum in Altdorf.
Cost:Free

Reward: 1d250 Gold


That's Some Bull: Within the Massif Orcal, massive bulls, easily larger than your warhorses, reside. Foul tempered, stubborn, and vicious if startled— but they do not tolerate the fell monsters that blanket the mountain, either. It is, perhaps, for this reason that one of your knights, Sir Gabriel, has asked your permission and support in rounding up a few Knights Errant, and trying to capture, then tame, a few of the beasts to act as noble mounts.
Cost: 800 Gold, 4 Years

Chance of Success:50%

Reward: Access to Dire Bulls as Steed Option

Examine These: A variety of Hobgoblin treasures were captured; of particular interest— according to Rose at least— was the Panoply of Gtilla, layered with many blessings. She would like to take a peek at it, and see what— if anything— she can learn from the foul things of it.
Cost: 150 Gold

Chance Of Success: 60%

Reward: Magical Knowledge,???

Saint Josephine of Rhya: It is said that, within the deepest gulches of Montfort, a small but potent shrine to Saint Josephine exists. A Venerated Soul, she is patron of families and healing, holy to Rhya; it is likely, if that shrine exists, that it might be reclaimed. Given how many knights died in Estalia, healing and families will be necessary to recover your numbers.
Cost: 500 Gold, 3 Turns

Reward: Claim relics of Saint Josephine

Chariots: Your problem with your father's actions in constructing the Ballista is not, the whispered words of certain Noble ladies aside, out of some inane hate of archery or innovation. It is that he ignored the spirit of the law in order to make his life easier.

To prove it, you will do something he never thought of: you are going to stick your men on chariots.

Kind of.

Wagons, more, really. Pulled by lower horses and filled with archers, they will run the field firing and withdrawing, charing on occasion. Not the equal, of course, to your knights but it should still be a pain in the ass.

That said, it is… somewhat a complicated matter. Not that you can't make a wagon, but making a wagon that won't break apart on your rocky terrain and such could prove difficult. The elves might be capable of helping, but Tiranoc is far from Ellyrion, and holds little debt to you beyond the general good will.
Cost: 2,000 Gold, 4 Years

Chance Of Success: 40%

Reward: Develop Bretonnian Chariots

Shallyan Mercy: There are ancient records of a long since lost plant that the Shallyans who went with Gilles took into battle with them. As it burned in their braziers— in purple, note— fire, it healed the men instantly. Not all wounds, but many, and very noticeably.

The plant has been considered lost, dying with the last of the ancient order, but Nimue believes, having seen reports and made copies of texts in the Mousillon Library— that she has narrowed down a few suspects. It might be wise, then, to give her funds.
Cost: 1,000 Gold, 3 Years

Chance Of Success: 50%

Reward: Can recruit Field Healers of Shallya

Surgeons Guild: The Surgeon's Guild of the Empire are often hungry for patrons— they thirst for gold, knowledge, and support. A young art, it is...gruesome, to behold. However, so was seeing your father's flesh knit back to wellness by magic, or the healing of your own split hand— perhaps there simply is no pretty way to heal?

While they are not as useful as Damsels and other, more developed arts, you would be a fool to ignore the potential for good. To sweeten the pot, if you establish an outpost of their guild in Montfort, the Surgeons will send one of the masters of their craft, one James Adamson of Albion.
Cost: 500 Gold, 3 Years

Reward: Establish Surgeon's Guild In Montfort

Knowledge Natural: The home of the First Enchantress has been found in Montfort. Ancient texts, dating back to the time of Elven Colonization in the Old World, have been found inside. They speak of things you have less than no understanding of— but, then, you are not a scholar.
Cost: 3000 Gold, 4 Years

Chance Of Success: 50%

Reward: Read and Copy ancient, lost texts of the Fay Enchantress

Intrigue: You are a better sneak than your father, and your wife is better than you both. Wise and clever, she has been the doom of a thousand souls.
(Pick 2)
Pelts And Furs: There is always a need for skins and furs and pelts in Bretonnia, always a need for warm clothing in the cold mountains. It would put a pretty penny in your pocket to get a few, certainly. Who knows? Some great beast might be slain.
Cost: Free

Reward: 1d250 Gold

De-Vampification: There is little— if any— doubt in your mind that there are Vampires, at least a few, within Montfort; the Lady has shown you so, and she does not lie. Send your huntsmen, your soldiers, your watchmen, to drive them out; to put them to the Sword; to break them from your lands, as one bursts a tick.
Cost: 2000 Gold, 3 Years

Chance Of Success: 45%

Reward: Drive out the Vampires from Montfort

The Stirring Dead— Crown of Sorcery: You were right. The beast Arkhan does seek, in his madness, to resurrect Nagash, the Arch-Necromancer— and aiding him in his madness, Arnulf Todbringer. A distant cousin of the Todbringer, the venomous little worm seeks to cast down Sigmar's work— and he will sacrifice everyone to do it.

But there are things even the Nehekarans must respect— the dread King Settra is one of them; if he found, for even a moment, that the Prime Traitor worked again, his wrath would know no ends; and the Black would face a war that would shake the dead. The Mighty Lion of the Infinite Desert must be accounted for.

And so, before the Arch-Necromancer would be truly reborn, the traitor seeks some measure of insurance. Enter the Sorcerer's Crown: one of Nagash's relics, a great amount of his dark power burns in it. The plan, it seems, would be to resurrect Lamort, place the crown on his head, and turn the resulting monster— who already once defeated Settra— against the king, and so remove the biggest threat from the board in one fell swoop.

Instead, you are going to take the crown, to keep it in safety. Ideally, to destroy it, one day— if it can be destroyed.
Cost: 1000 Gold, 3 Years

Chance Of Success: 40%

Reward: Capture the Crown of Sorcery

The Stirring Dead— Black Grail: You were right. The beast Arkhan does seek, in his madness, to resurrect Nagash, the Arch-Necromancer— and aiding him in his madness, Arnulf Todbringer. A distant cousin of the Todbringer, the venomous little worm seeks to cast down Sigmar's work— and he will sacrifice everyone to do it.

But there are things even the Nehekarans must respect— the dread King Settra is one of them; if he found, for even a moment, that the Prime Traitor worked again, his wrath would know no ends; and the Black would face a war that would shake the dead. The Mighty Lion of the Infinite Desert must be accounted for.

There is another method, however, by which the Traitor and the Black might seek to resurrect the dead hero. The False Grail corrupted many knights, only after it finished hollowing out Maldred the Mad Duke. A thing of bleak power, its charnel waters might resurrect even the longest dead of corpses, and imbue them with an unholy strength. It must not be used on Sir Lamorte, and so you shall send men to find it.
Cost: 500 Gold, 2 Years

Chance Of Success: 50%

Reward: Claim the False Grail

The Stirring Dead— A Trap: It might help, to have one of the traitor's men in your dungeons, to force him to speak truth.
Cost: 3,000 Gold

Chance Of Success: 30%

Reward: Capture an informant

Personal: There are murmurs in the court. It is a curious thing, that you have not marked the passing of your grandfather. If you did it now, it would be easily dismissed— but waiting more would be...questionable.
(Pick 2)

Out Among The People: Go out to country and the fields and the villages, and right wrongs. Battle injustices. Bring unjust lords to heel, aid just lords, and slay terrible beasts that threaten your people.
Cost: Free

Reward: 1d125 Gold

Some Personal Slaying:
Go out, find some monsters or orcs, and kill them. It's not particularly difficult.
Cost: 50 Gold

Chance Of Success: 100%

Reward: Dead Monsters/Orcs/Whatever, prestige, potentially loot

Adventure Time!: An elf, a dwarf, a knight and two halflings walk into a bar.

That's not a joke, that's your life. You'd like to propose and adventure to the Fellowship, something daring and fantastic— and hopefully with a better ending than your reclamaition of the Palais des Fleurs.
Cost: 50 Gold

Chance Of Success: 100%

Reward: Go on an adventure! Meet exciting people, kill new things, acquire glory and get loot!

Go Be Diplomatic: You have a keen sense of people. In a great many ways, you are a charismatic. It is time to parlay that in one way or another.
Cost: 50 Gold

Chance of Success: 100%

Reward: Unique Options, Improvements to both foreign and domestic opinion

Read the Journal: "And so I, Alcadizzar, do decree that this Northland belong to my kin, now and for the rest of days."

You have the journal of a madman waiting in your study.

It should be fun.
Cost: Free

Reward: Read the Nehekaran Journal, determine more of the current threat


A New Steed: Your fine steed, Blaze, was killed by that Sorcerer. You've made due either by walking or with one of the loaner horses from the stable, but it's starting to chafe.

No longer. But you will not acquire just any old horse— you will acquire a right proper Couronne Warhorse! A grand Destrier, huge and imposing and terrible.

Or perhaps something even greater?
Cost: 1500 Gold

Chance Of Success: 25% (If failed, receive regular reward)

Reward: Gain Best Stallion from the Ducal Stables of Couronne (AKA Horse-Tank), ???

Prestige Actions: Savior of the Old World, foe to the Dark Elves, Destroyer of the Beastmen, reclaimer of the Palais des Fleurs. Your deeds are many, and to be much respected; you are respected throughout Bretonnia, even despite your youth.
(Pick 1)

Les Hommes D'Honor: Abuse is frequent, its marks hidden, its victims silenced by brute force. Well no longer. You will send emissaries, a rotating group of three men— a Knight, a Freeman, and a Peasant, to examine these lands— and if they be found wanting, their lords cruel, their wills vile— then these men will tell you, that you might bring them to task.
-LOCKED FOR 1 MORE TURN-

The Beacons Are Lit: The Greenskins attack, ever and always. Unsubtle, they raid, assault, rave and slaughter. Your villages are constantly under attack— less than when you were a boy, but still word comes of three attacks a week.

Enough is enough. Stationing your forces in forts and so on, you will have great braziers made in every village, so that you or your men can ride out and sally to the defense.
-LOCKED FOR 1 MORE TURN-
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It's, uh, two, so maybe don't be surprised if I don't post the Survey Monkey link soon.
 
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Phillipine
Phillipine Folcard
Born: 1452


Your daughter. She seemed set to journey to Morr's realm, but the unlikely intersession of some unknown woman saved her life, at the cost of her sight.

Traits:
Giant: She has grown like a weed these past few years-- she outsizes Louis considerably, and that little voice in the back of your head you've had since you acquired the Lance is pretty sure she's going to be bigger than the rest, too; except, maybe, Merovée. Depending on exactly how much of Martrud he got. (+4 Martial, +2 Diplomacy)
Adorable: She's a cute infant, little prone to outbursts. (+1 Diplomacy)
Blind: A blind girl, she's little threat to anyone. (-6 Martial, -2 Intrigue)
Tutored: At six, she will be taught by Killian Ó Deoráin, whose title is Coghadlin. You have no idea what that means, but it sounds impressive. (???)
Infant: She is two. (All Stats set at zero.)
Arch-Nemesis to the Greenskins: She is also hated by the greenskins. (+2 Martial, +2 Diplomacy, +2 Piety)

Stats:
Martial:
21+4+2-6-21= Blind or not, she'd still be a good general-- it's an instinct you get.
Piety: 17+2-19=0- There's only so much a child can deal with in services, but she does seem to have grasped the most basic tenant of any faith: "Fight evil", as the black eye Louis nursed after he stole her chocolate can attest.
Diplomacy: 13+1+2+2-18=0- She will be a force to be reckoned with, one day.
Intrigue: 13-2-11=0- She will be good, one day. Kind of. A little bit.
Learning: 11-11=0- Eh, she's a bright kid. On schedule, and everything, as far as reading goes.
Stewardship: 16-16=0- She's pretty good at math, all told.
 
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Turn 31 Results
Turn 31
1454

The court is gathered. Thodrek is speaking with some young man, the matter of payment for armor, a maille hauberk. Telathyne went with, Merovée, and did not see fit to tell you she would until she was gone; her quarters have lain untouched since, fine silken sheets and tomes that would melt the eyes out of your skull if you tried to read them— possibly literally.

Meanwhile, this merchant of stinking cheeses— of course, a cheese merchant— is lodging complaint for stolen goods, as if you can force the Greenskins to return what they stole. Annick is tending to Phillipine in your quarters. Her master, the old Albion man, is there, too, but the child is still too young, according to him, to begin training.

Rose is with you, at least, hidden in the shadows, white cloak and staff gripped in her palm. The Prophetess regards the room regally, and seems as much a fixture as the arches and the hanging banners with your heraldry. It is a day of absolute normalcy— insomuch as you have normal days, of late, what with your war against the undead; though, fortunately, you have removed that cult from your land at least.

Unfortunately, normalcy is a fragile thing at the best of times. A commotion at the entrance between the Household Knights and a peasant, and soon enough he enters. Wearing a maille hauberk, and with a kettle helm on him, he is clearly a soldier, though the heraldry he bares tells of one of the lesser knights— Sir Anatole, a small Knight of the Realm with only just a Manor and a Village scarcely enough to sustain him.

The man is sore wounded, gross cuts on his cheek and three of his fingers missing and by the looks of it, crudely; further, he has a bag with a smell you will never forget so long as you live.

"Sire! Sire! Goblins!"

"Calm yourself, soldier! Explain." There is a sinking feeling, in your chest.

We was making our rounds when we were attacked by 'em! Gutted Phil, Georges, everybody! They hauled away Sir Morgan! But they just gave me these, and told me...told me to tell you…"

"Tell me what?"

"Tell you that until you gave him a real fight, he was going to do this...again and again."

"And who is...he?"

"King Pasten, sir. At least, that's what they called him! He...he told me I had to give you this…"

One of your men grabs the bag, though you know, you know without knowing exactly what is inside it.

In calm hands, you take the bag. Trusting in the Lady, you open it.

There are people who ask, why you hate the Greenskins. Or at least, why you hate them so much. Why you spend so much gold and blood, hunting them. Why you risked your life so much, before rulership was thrust on you.

This bag is the only answer you need.

You rise, shaking, and gently hand the bag over. Consolations must be made. You do not know what it is, to lose a child— and not peacefully, either, nor swiftly.

But the very thought, of any of this, happening to your children?

It fills you with the kind of rage that you have never known. Not ever. It is not a good rage. It is not a clean rage.

But it is yours, for its worth. Your heart weeps for your fellow knight, even as many ladies faint and many sirs gasp when they realize.

"...Scribe." One of the Manheim refugees perks up and takes up his quill. "I want this taken as far as it can be: From this moment on, all Knights of Montfort; all soldiers of Montfort; any warriors of Montfort; who return with Goblin heads shall be rewarded with the most generous of bounties. Any who return bearing the heads of Goblins from the tribe that killed this poor soul? Will receive weapons or armor from my personal armorer. And whosoever might return with the head of this...barbarous King? Will receive a treasure the likes of which have never been matched."

(POLITICAL CRISIS, WOO BOYS)
(Gain Trait Wroth)

Martial: The king demands peace, and there is wisdom in that— peace is, as generality, a better thing than war. But there are some peaces that cannot be accepted; some wars that must be fought. Better a just war, though it be terrible, than an unjust peace.

Grey Mountain Watch: The Gris Musketeers have had it easy so far, simply trying to return to normalcy.

No longer.

You will set them to the task of protecting your mountain villages in the forts you established, and in training the militias in the basics of the sword-fighting techniques they know. It should make them even more useful against the greenskins, and keep your people more safe. It will also allow them to gain veterancy.

- You have taken leave of your senses, it is true. Ferocious, brooding anger coils in your chest— the mountain stirs.

But you have not taken all leave. Bands of Musketeers still yet flow to the villages under your command, yet more knights convinced to host them; standing firm with defenders, they will be a strong defense.

We Have A Chance, Pt 2. To Kill Kings: The king is wise. Just. Noble. Ever has it been so.

The King is not, however, always right. This is the best, first, most legitimate ray of hope your people have had in centuries, if not Millenia. This is the weakest the greenskins have ever been, the strongest you have stood. The most vulnerable, the most separated, the most torng against each other. The Plain Goblins hate the Night Goblins hate the Forest Goblins all hate the Orcs; and the Plain Orcs hate the Savage Orcs hate the Black Orcs hate the Iron Orcs, who all hate the goblins. The Goblins coronate the first kings of their foul kind for the first time in centuries, who themselves war against each other and orc; and the Orcs flock to their warbosses, who battle it out without the shamans to divinate the will of their savage gods for them.

You will not, could not, would not, waste this chance. You will ask the king for forgiveness one day— but not today. Today, as Gilles and the Companions once did so long ago in their Seventh Great Battle, you will lead your men into the pits that hold your foe, and break the Night Goblin Tribes of Montfort once and for all.

But first, you have to find them. And that means asking their inhabitants.

The king's order...has not been rescinded.

But Sir Anatole will not care. He will have vengeance for his son; and with him, he will drag Baron Graeme, the boy's grandfather; who with him might drag Baron Belrose; and from him, all the rest— and if all of your barons are dragged into a war, suffice to say, so are you. Some other thing can be found to appease him, if you do not wish it— but it might be wiser simply to bite the bullet.
Needed: 45 Rolled:74+30=104, King Roll: 12+20=32

- There are several ways you could discover where the filthy green vermin are hiding, the location of their… "City". You could deploy scouts— Knights Errant, hungry for glory, or your House-Hold Knights. But the caves are dark, and filled with monsters— hundreds would die, unless by some stroke of good fortune a Knight Stumbled on to it.

Of course, you could capture a goblin. Interrogate it, take as much knowledge as you can. But your temper runs short, of late; your anger is vast, untempered.

So instead, you lead bands of knights deep, deep into the mountains.

You lead them...and you slaughter. You burn villages, break fastnesses, shatter homes. At first, they fight back; at first.

They stop after you behead a dozen Bosses in a single day, and have their heads mounted on pikes flown at the head of your columns.

After that they only run, fleeing, to other tribes and as these goblins run, they gather together. Hundreds of them, impossible to miss. Your men follow them and keep track, and paths are projected. Paths sure to lead to yet more of their kind, the hiding hole of their kings. For this Pasten is not alone, not truly. The green filth always seem to produce more.

The enslaved humans you rescue are grateful. Half-starved, beaten, struck and poor, these people soon enough take up arms against their former oppressors. More than once, you come on a camp where goblins, armed but so weak, and humans, near-naked and clad in tatters, wounded— but valorous— fight for freedom, emboldened by stories shared by the filth. Horror stories and tales to frighten, of a green-clad knight, wielding a lightning lance and baring the Lady.

Your hooves, and your knights, and your people, make them flee. Run. Hide. They gather together, these Goblins. In lands that have not been walked since the time of Gilles, you walk-- or perhaps more accurately, ride.

But that is not what most brings you joy.

What brings you greatest joy is a discovery you make in mountains, a hunting lodge bearing the symbol of your family. Crafted by Martrud's son, a well know hunter of greenskins, it is a citadel in the mountains, a place of goodness-- Grisbergue is well and truly yours.

The king is...less than impressed that, against his explicit not-quite-order, you have begun a war. He would not plunge the realm into strife and discord, but his response is still yet to shame you publicly, to call you a maverick. It seems he's little love for anyone who'd hang skulls on pikes. If he'd seen what they'd done to Montfort, not just now, but so many other places too— your Grandfather, Gntilla, Sir Robert— he'd understand.

(+300 Infamy, Grisbergue)

Diplomacy: Your hate is at a boil! You could spit thunder, and split the steel with your hands! Every ounce of you is filled with hate— and that has made you slightly less charming than before, but only slightly. Perhaps, more importantly, it has put you onto a thought you had hoped to avoid entirely— but one which races at you with a fervour.

A Less Extreme Option: Yes, it is true that you will need many, many soldiers to smoke out the Goblins. However, there is a better way than selling your children like meat on the market. Better by a long shot.

There is another traditional Bretonnian way to form alliances— squiring. By sending your children to— and teaching the children of— other nobles, you gain their support. Louis still must be taught, and you could take on two students.

- Letters are sent out, promises and oaths. Within months, the people you choose send tokens of their good faith: Supplies and knights, for they are all powerful.
Reward: Chose Squires, Sir for Louis (Will Vote on who, exactly, in thread)

Call Up Your Vassals: Your vassals have had an easy past few decades, all told. The Barons, at least. Your father's growth of his personal levy made everything easy for them.

No longer.

They will not deny you.
Needed: 40 Rolled:17 Reroll:29

- Greenskin attacks pin down their forces; you get the sense, of course, that some of them are happy not having to disobey the king. They can deal with it, but their levies will be little aid in the battle to come until the orcs are decisively dealt.
-Failure, Bonus delayed until next year-

Stewardship: Unlike the last time the Greenskins made mouth-noises, half your realm is not on fire. But, much the same charge is in the air.
(Pick 1)

Minor Holdings: You obtained a large number of minor fiefs in your training of your men— usually, a small manor and the dozen houses and a blacksmith, overrun by greenskins. Good practice for fighting in dark, enclosed spaces. Generally, a Knight Errant would claim them but, well, since more often than not it was just you and a handful of peasants doing the deed, you now have a number of very lands, all split off from each other. You can't keep them all to your chest, you're busy enough just with the contiguous Montfort, so clearly it's time to distribute the wealth about.

First thing's first, it would be smart to see whether, among the nobility, there are any claimants to such lands. Then...well, you can worry about the rest later.

- More lands are distributed, holdings like forts and temples and so on. Busywork, but necessary for the maintenance of the Realm.


Nouvelle Vie- Transit: Sir Yvain has scouted out the city for several options. He sees much potential for coinage in your port, even if it is river bound.

The Strigany travel throughout the whole of your land; their caravans reach areas as notable as Métropole and its forty-thousand souls to the hamlet of Snow's Fall, population one-hundred. Yvain would like to offer payment to the Strigany in return for, essentially, ferrying merchants and their goods between your lands. Everyone would win— nobles would get access to rarer materials, and could establish trading connections; Strigany make money just for doing what they do; and the merchants would get money from your more...ah, isolated vassals, who would either from desperation or ignorance pay top dollar for certain amenities.

And, of course, you'd get to skim from the top in the form of taxes.

- There are Strigany interested, well enough, in your offer. Too old, or too disinterested, for war, they remained behind.


Piety: Rose has returned from her trip rescuing the new Baron of Westerlands. She has a new scar, as well as a new staff, much bigger than her last. It seems she has become, then, that which evil fears most: a Prophetess of the Lady. Young, for that, but not entirely without Precedent.

Ready for War: The Tomb Kings stir. The servants of Nagash seek Bretonnians, for what and why you neither know nor care. In such times, it would be wise to ask the damsels for wisdom in facing the Undead Kings— before they can ravage the lands.
Needed:50 Rolled: 34+5=39

- Rose is so busy killing Greenskins, healing soldiers, and other important tasks that studying falls by the wayside for her; the Damsels follow her lead.

The Wild Warriors: There are many worshipers of Taal in Montfort— despite its mountainous nature, Ulric never did gain quite so much power as you would expect. They wander the wild paths in twos and threes, patrol the fens and glades, march the mountains in search of Greenskins, and other such feats.

That said, they do all practically worship your wife? Perhaps she could forge them into something?

- You need more soldiers. You need them, killing. Fighting. Saving. You need them, and so you will have them.

Annick, mounted on her Hippogryph steed, rounds them. This will not the simple sort of training of the Empire— oh no; they know how to fight.

Annick is going to throw them into the toughest she can— and what comes out, will be terrible to behold.

Learning:Perhaps not the most useful thing, when you could be driving Greenskins from your shores.

Understanding the Journal: The Fay Enchantress has, essentially, translated the most basic parts of the Journal into easy enough steps for you to take against Arkhan, and his evil. However, as you said, it is a basic translation. More earnestly studying the book might give you an edge over your opponent, the traitor.
Needed:50 Rolled: 61+5=66

- There are several holes. Questions.

The most pertinent being: If they're trying to resurrect Lamorte...why search for his missing pieces, instead of trying to claim the whole body.

Saint Josephine of Rhya: It is said that, within the deepest gulches of Montfort, a small but potent shrine to Saint Josephine exists. A Venerated Soul, she is patron of families and healing, holy to Rhya; it is likely, if that shrine exists, that it might be reclaimed. Given how many knights died in Estalia, healing and families will be necessary to recover your numbers.

- The Greenskins have invaded the shrine, as they have invaded everything your people have ever built. Dispatching your cousin, who leapt at the chance to kill Greenskins, he prepares a siege, and a goodly one at that; well-fortified and sacred, he cannot storm it— yet.

Intrigue: You are a better sneak than your father, and your wife is better than you both. Wise and clever, she has been the doom of a thousand souls.

The Stirring Dead— Crown of Sorcery: You were right. The beast Arkhan does seek, in his madness, to resurrect Nagash, the Arch-Necromancer— and aiding him in his madness, Arnulf Todbringer. A distant cousin of the Todbringer, the venomous little worm seeks to cast down Sigmar's work— and he will sacrifice everyone to do it.

But there are things even the Nehekarans must respect— the dread King Settra is one of them; if he found, for even a moment, that the Prime Traitor worked again, his wrath would know no ends; and the Black would face a war that would shake the dead. The Mighty Lion of the Infinite Desert must be accounted for.

And so, before the Arch-Necromancer would be truly reborn, the traitor seeks some measure of insurance. Enter the Sorcerer's Crown: one of Nagash's relics, a great amount of his dark power burns in it. The plan, it seems, would be to resurrect Lamort, place the crown on his head, and turn the resulting monster— who already once defeated Settra— against the king, and so remove the biggest threat from the board in one fell swoop.

Instead, you are going to take the crown, to keep it in safety. Ideally, to destroy it, one day— if it can be destroyed.
Needed:60 Rolled:57

- You agents who try are all attacked by skeletons. They survive, obviously, but end up thrown into an adventure that leads them to the Empire— the exact opposite direction of what you desired— for chivalry, and while they do kill a necromancer and end up married at the end of it, it's not exactly what you wanted.

So, that happened.
-Failure-


The Stirring Dead— Black Grail: You were right. The beast Arkhan does seek, in his madness, to resurrect Nagash, the Arch-Necromancer— and aiding him in his madness, Arnulf Todbringer. A distant cousin of the Todbringer, the venomous little worm seeks to cast down Sigmar's work— and he will sacrifice everyone to do it.

But there are things even the Nehekarans must respect— the dread King Settra is one of them; if he found, for even a moment, that the Prime Traitor worked again, his wrath would know no ends; and the Black would face a war that would shake the dead. The Mighty Lion of the Infinite Desert must be accounted for.

There is another method, however, by which the Traitor and the Black might seek to resurrect the dead hero. The False Grail corrupted many knights, only after it finished hollowing out Maldred the Mad Duke. A thing of bleak power, its charnel waters might resurrect even the longest dead of corpses, and imbue them with an unholy strength. It must not be used on Sir Lamorte, and so you shall send men to find it.
Needed:50 Rolled:10

- The men you send to find it enter Mousillon and are never heard from again.
-FAILURE-

Personal: There are murmurs in the court. It is a curious thing, that you have not marked the passing of your grandfather. If you did it now, it would be easily dismissed— but waiting more would be...questionable.

Read the Journal: "And so I, Alcadizzar, do decree that this Northland belong to my kin, now and for the rest of days."

You have the journal of a madman waiting in your study.

It should be fun.

- Alcadizzar, last king of Nehekara. His sires and his sires' sires alike wracked the coast in the time of Gilles.

And yet, as you read his innermost thoughts you feel… a connection.

His hatred of Orcs is nearly as complete as your own; the weight of the world fell on him, too; and as you read him write about the birth of his son, you can almost feel connected to this long dead king.

Then you read an entry describing him making a concubine of "savage" from the Bretonni tribes of Carcassonne, and your loathing of him grows to unimaginable heights.

In any case, you do learn a little of why the necromancer's slaves sought this journal. It seems the old king kept a treasure trove of Nagash' own journals in his residence, for to keep them safe; scarcely the Books of Nagash, nevertheless his evil essence permeates them; things not in the books proper, too weak or useless at the the time. Forbidden to them now, though.

In any event, it is a surprisingly good teaching manual.
Reward: Gain some knowledge of the plan, +1 Martial

A New Steed: Your fine steed, Blaze, was killed by that Sorcerer. You've made due either by walking or with one of the loaner horses from the stable, but it's starting to chafe.

No longer. But you will not acquire just any old horse— you will acquire a right proper Couronne Warhorse! A grand Destrier, huge and imposing and terrible.

Or perhaps something even greater?
Needed: 75 Rolled: 92

- The magics of the Silver Lance of the Blessed, the Lady's Banner, and the Greenskin mark interface in...odd ways.

Suffice to say, you get a nice horse.

(Interlude Reward Up tomorrow)


Les Hommes D'Honor: Abuse is frequent, its marks hidden, its victims silenced by brute force. Well no longer. You will send emissaries, a rotating group of three men— a Knight, a Freeman, and a Peasant, to examine these lands— and if they be found wanting, their lords cruel, their wills vile— then these men will tell you, that you might bring them to task.
-LOCKED FOR 1 MORE TURN-

- They set out, these men you have chosen; they set out, and they look and they find...corruption. Cruelties, selfishness, lies and injustice. Bearing your mark and your authority, they reward the just and punish the unjust— a dozen knights are stripped of rank for crimes in the first month alone.

The Barons are pleased to receive what is essentially free aid, and that outweighs their independence. Some knights, though, and especially the freemen who detest to receive orders from a peasant, rage. Let them.
Reward: Increase in Tax income, decrease in corruption, +2 Peasant Opinion, Certain Powerful figures...displeased

The Beacons Are Lit: The Greenskins attack, ever and always. Unsubtle, they raid, assault, rave and slaughter. Your villages are constantly under attack— less than when you were a boy, but still word comes of three attacks a week.

Enough is enough. Stationing your forces in forts and so on, you will have great braziers made in every village, so that you or your men can ride out and sally to the defense.

- The fortresses and manors are done, the watches set. A complex system of giant bonfires that can be easily lit are set, such that the moment a orcs or goblins or other threats appear, knights and soldiers— bearing your arms— can ride to their aid, if necessary. The people love you for it, and the Knights accept it with little complaint.

On a different note, this fairly decisively ends the Greenskin threat against your Barons— enough, at least, that next year they will send their levies.
Reward: +500 Prestige, +5 Household Knights, +5 on Anti-Greenskin Rolls
 
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Squires and Sirs
Squires and Sirs

Traded letters fly back and forth by pigeon and, by the end of the year, you have made your decisions. There are many people who would like the man who made Bohemond to...well, make another Bohemond. You'll try, at least.

Potential Squires
Potential students of yours, their families having sworn to send aid in various sorts to you.

Antoine de Tancred (No Relation to You Know Who)
Born: 1441


The son of Baron Landuin de Tancred, he is a bright child, but something of a coward-- hence why, at thirteen, he is still unsirred.

It is his father's hope you can teach him some bravery.

Aid: 50 Household Knights, 1 Paladin

Traits:
Craven:
He is a coward. (-2 Martial, -1 Opinion)
Bright: A smart boy. (+1 All Stats)
Withdrawn: He is a withdrawn boy. (-1 All Stats)
Precise: He has a propensity for precision. (+1 All Stats)
Young: He is a youth. (-2 All Stats for every year under 18)

Stats:

Martial: 13+1-2-1-+1-10=2- Not exactly the greatest; like, not the worst, but still.
Piety: 13+1+1-10=5- More than acceptable.
Diplomacy: 15+1-1+1-10=6- Always with the quick words.
Intrigue: 7+1+1-1-10=0-Nope.
Stewardship: 18+1+1-10-1=9- Good at math.
Learning: 19+1-1-1+10=10- Also very smart.

Albin Belrose
Born: 1443


The second son of Duke Folgar and an absolutely huge boy-- Grandson of the former king Charlen-- Albin has worried his father with his tendency towards disrespect-- he hopes you can break the boy of it.

Aid: 1 Sir Albert Belrose, Heir of Artois and Knight Errant; 300 Knights Errant; 300 Mounted Yeomen

Traits:
Herculean Build:
There are big people; there are giant people; then there is he. Already coming up to your shoulder at eleven, he is a prime example of Bretonnian strength. (+5 Martial, +3 Diplomacy)
Brave: Impetuous might, perhaps, be fairer. (+2 Martial)
Rule-Breaker: He follows morals, not the codified junk of ages. You can respect that. (-3 Diplomacy)
Adorable: Yeah that sounds about right. (+1 Diplomacy)
Young: His destiny lies in the future, not the now. (-2 For all Stats for each year under age of eighteen)

Stats:
Martial:
20+5+2-14=13- If you can harness him, he will be a force for good.
Piety: 20-20=0- "I'm sorry, father, but I only obey the Lady."
Diplomacy: 5-14=0- he burns bridges, all for the sake of what he believes. Again, you can respect that.
Intrigue: 1-14= "I say ye now, I am a Knight!"
Stewardship: 8-14=Eh.
Learning: 10-14=0- He's smart enough.

Flùr Fairbairn
Born 1443


The eldest daughter of Conall Fairbairn, and a strong one at that, she wishes to be a knight-- to face evil, and darkness. You are, perhaps, the highest figure in Bretonnia willing to facilitate such dreams; further, your relations make clear exactly what you think, despite it all. While there are those who will mock you, you certainly cannot say the good baron would not more than fulfill his end of the bargain.

Aid: 1000 Highlander Spearmen, 500 Highlander Ponies, 60 Noble Pikemen

Traits:
Amazonian Build:
You'd swear someone is putting something in the water. (+5 Martial, +3 Diplomacy)
Adorable: She's a right button, she is. (+1 Diplomacy)
Stubborn: Unwilling to bend. (+1 Stewardship, -1 Diplomacy)
Devout: The convert is often the more faithful than those born to it. (+3 Piety)
Young: A youth. (-2 For all Stats for each year under age of eighteen)

Stats:
Martial:
20+5-14=11- She'll be a damn good fighter.
Piety: 15+3-14=4- Her faith is strong, but...heterodox, to some extent, much like the rest of Écosse.
Diplomacy: 10+1-1-14=0- She's a bit of a handful.
Intrigue: 7-14=0- Hoo boy.
Stewardship: 14+1=15- She's pretty good at numbers, at least.
Learning: 5-14=0- Um. No?
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Sirs

Several Potential Lords for Louis have made their interest known.

Sir Frañsez Beaufort

A Baron from Bordeleaux, he would like more access to the excellent weapons and armor of Montfort.

Aid: 25 Household Knights, 100 Knights Errant, 300 Yeomen Riders

Traits:
Strong
Virtue of Ideal Jouster
Tourney Knight
Pegasus Rider
Brave
Veteran

Sir Rollo de Lyonesse


One of the Duke's Household Knights, he is traditional and favors harsh lessons-- but good ones. Less aid, but of a higher quality-- and perhaps more useful, in this mountain fighting.

Aid: 20 Dismounted Knights, 500 Men At Arms

Traits:
Traditionalist
Virtue of Dutiful Audacity
Dismounted Knight
Household Knight
Harsh
Honorable

Duke Kai of Mousillon


The Duke of Mousillon, he is noble, honorable, eminently fair and just. A Grail Knight, he is ever busy cleansing the lands of Mousillon of taint and has high need of his men-- but he would, nearly without question, be the best teacher.

Aid: 1 Grail Knight, 10 Household Knights, 50 Knights Errant

Traits:
Honorable
Noble
Chivalrous
Grail Knight
Vampire Hunter
Jouster
Virtue of the Pure Ideal
Devout
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So, vote for two Squires and one knight to teach Louis.
(No seriously, please do)
Adhoc vote count started by Voikirium on Mar 22, 2018 at 4:07 PM, finished with 19 posts and 7 votes.
 
The Red Horse
The Red Horse

You stand at the docks, green armor soaked in salt water. Tightened straps of wyvern sinew stretched taut keep worked piece of bone together, strong, the armor you need. Your cape-- for it is a cape-- lightly billows in the salty air, scaled flesh of the serpent keeping you warm even in the cold of harsh winter. Besides you, two Household Knights, personal guards, wait in silence, their hands on their swords, ready and able to kill. Dawn peaks out through the clouds, the morning chill thick in the air.

This Leonport, it makes you uneasy. Too clean, too proper, for a city that's grown so much-- from humble beginnings as a bundle of stones and a dream twenty-five years ago, it has risen. A hundred-thousand souls, immigrants from Albion and Écosse especially, fill the streets. Soldiers march at all times with spears and shields, bearing the lion of their liege lord; archers patrol the walls in droves. Thick and crenellated walls peer out over a stormy harbor, filled with black-waters; and at the center, flying the lion of its master, a castle right and true, a four-towered stone keep. The hairs of the back of your neck fly up when you see it. The waste of blacksmiths pounding at Silverine, that glorious sword metal, flows out into the ocean; and as far the eye can see, it twinkles with the cast off, lightly glinting in the sun.

Finally, the ships you were waiting for arrive in the harbor. One is a noble thing of oak and mahogany, flying the Tartan colors of the Highlands; your student, then, is come. A moment later, she steps off, already with a sword at her belt. Her hair is worked into ponytail, and she has on the full-kilt of her people; a cloak, too, traces the ground as she walks. Two guards, in chain, follow her, and she already comes up to their chins; considering they're bigger than you, it's an odd thought.

Flùr has arrived. And... she's arguing with one of her guards, lovely.

The other ship, and your other student, is less so. It is just him, wearing a cheap tunic and breeches, and you can see the poor idiot arguing with the knight about the cloak he's been given. A moment later he rolls his eyes, only to flinch at the man as he pushes him off.

Antoine lands in a heap on the ground, all gangly limbs. He thrusts himself up, flailing all the while, then shoots the captain a dirty gesture, dirty blond hair all in a mess.

He turns around, and pales as he sees you. You didn't even do anything! You're just...standing here.

Admittedly, you think your knuckles might be white underneath your gauntlets with how tight you're gripping your sword but it's not like he can see that so, what gives?

Flùr finally sees you and finishes her argument, behind her yet more guards carrying suitcases for the girl. The boy makes it to you as well, walking gingerly and softly.

He has no suitcase?

"Boy. Where are your bags? Surely you must have something?"

He flinches, as if he expects you to strike him. Fumbling with his belt, he pulls out a bag of coin, lightly jingling. "My father wanted me to buy them when I got here."

"...Very well."

Something is not adding up, and your nostrils flare-- and the boy draws back.

"Very well. Listen well, and listen close: I am Godfrey Folcard, Lord of Montfort, servant of the Lady, Wielder of the Sacred Silver. You will listen when I teach, you will obey when I command, and you will learn-- and at the end of it, you'll be stronger for it! Now then, get ready to get a move on."

Antoine's eyes widen. "SIR! Ehm, I mean, sir, we are not battling already are we? I am sore tired, and she is-"

"Absolutely ready!" She has a grin on her face and is absolutely itching for the fight-- you see it in her.

"No. The closest you two are going to be to combat for a very long time is carrying my correspondence through the war-camps. We're getting you horsed."

Antoine gives a sound between a deflating balloon and a squealing pig, while Flùr groans.
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The Horse-Breeder, a quiet man whom you exchanged letters with several times, opens the fence to the pasture. The absolute best of the best of the stock of Couronne-- simply getting a letter delivered to him had cost you a hundred Golden Gilles-- they came in all sizes, shapes, colors-- ones of pure black, of bright white, of a chestnut red and more alike trounced. Mare and Stallion, huge and petite, grand and small, pony and old stud alike filled that field (so too did horseshit, but it was easy enough to ignore).

The sun lies overhead, midday.

Immediately, Antoine heads for a courser. A slim small mare, the thing is a sort of butter white with a mane of pure silver-- you think you see the boy fall in love. Holding a small apple in gloved hands, he feeds the thing once and, with it eating out of his hands literally, you suspect he has found his mount.

Flùr, meanwhile, has begun fighting with a huge red rouncey, easily taller than you-- but slow, and fat, and by the way she's close to swearing at it in her mother tongue, not that friendly.

Your own eyes scan the horizon-- and then you see it.

A huge red stallion, with a mane of pure black, sits in the center of the field. Every beast in that paddock refuses to come near him. There is a pride to his eyes, a fury to him; he will not kneel.

The breeder walks up to you, then, and begins to softly speak. "Aye, that one is a beauty. Fast and strong, and ornery-- but not cruel. They say he's related to Gilles' steed, you know? Hengroen's his name. Half-a-dozen men have spent weeks trying to break him, only just to have to admit defeat-- must hurt for him. Actually, now that I think about it Bohemond has his foal."

"No more trying to break him. He's coming home with me."

You take off your sword belt, hand it to Antoine, then begin to walk, gentle-soft, to Hengroen. The beast looks up at you. Calm is he, snorting; but you see the motion, the energy. Here, you can follow the shine of each hair; you can see the mane flowing in the wind.

Your ancestors have never been the horsemen of your neighbors-- but by the Lady, you are yet Bretonnian, and that is a very nice horse.

You keep walking gently, and he turns towards away from you-- you only have seconds to react, so you do what comes natural:

You leap.

Landing on the horse, he immediately begins bucking, weaving, racing. The world becomes a blur, and you scream your defiance as he neighs his lungs out. You are tossed, jostled, flung-- but you remain atop the beast. It feels like an eternity creeping towards you, your neck starts to hurt, your back aches, and you can't feel your pelvis-- and not in the better way, either.

Then all of a sudden, it stops. Panting, and angry, but beaten, the horse winnies, and the world becomes something besides blurs and you desperately attempting not to throw up.

The stars have begun their dance, and the night hangs heavy on you.
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Horse CS up after old World News
 
Old World News Turn 31
Old World News Turn 31

Bretonnia

The Feathered Father: Bretonnian ships engaged in battle with a number of Druchii raiders attacking the coast of L'Anguille; with the personal attention of the King and of the prince, the battle was a short, hard-fought fight that nevertheless in the end saw the Bretonnians mostly victorious. Among the spoils of war were four incredibly Hippogryphs, taken by the Druchii to act as weapons. Merovée Folcard has adopted them, and cares for them; he has already taken to hunting with them, tracking down Beastmen.

The Crusade: Robin and her merry band have played merry hell with the Beastmen, slaughtering them in huge numbers, finding the weakest herds and putting them to the sword, in grinding, shadowy warfare that leaves all to suffer. Thousands still battle in the forests, but the tide turns towards men.

Lothaire Born: Bohemond de Bastonne has had a third son. Good for him-- you'll send him some chocolate or something later, maybe a jumper.

Raids Intensify: With the conflict between the children of Guillaume intensifying as they battle for control over their father's realm, the Norscans have intensified their raids even more-- fortunately, the Duchess Dowager, Lady Gwenillian managed to rally defenders to respond, effectively-- not quite a threat nullified, but a threat restrained.

War In Montfort: A war in Montfort has begun to remove the Greenskins from their mountains. As this is a generational event, few doubt it will stick, though many hope. Still, it is to the eternal shame of Godfrey that he disobeys the king's directives.

Manheim

Slaughter, Blood and Death: A great many of the king's bastards and the children of those bastards have been killed in tragic accidents; further, so too a great number of the Queen's children from an earlier marriage. Including his son of Vardanos, Jacques. As he was Bretonnian by culture if not by nation, even if from the City of Bastards, this somewhat important to know.

Diplomatic Insult: One Gregor Kyrill, an anathema heretical priest of Sigmar, has been invited to Khypris by Nikephoros Tell, heir of the city, to establish his church there. Removed from the church for claiming that the Temporal Empire-- as opposed to that of the Spirit-- had been lost, he was exiled from the Empire.

The Empire
Death of the Grand Theogenist: Grand Theogonist Hedrich has died in his sleep at the ripe old age of sixty. Normally selecting a replacement might be slower as various important people are called together and so on; however, owing to the crisis brewing to the east, movement has been swift and you can expect to have a reasonably ensconced Grand Theogonist by the middle of next year.

Alliances and Insult: There is a long history between the Ungols and the Empire, from the many thousands of years before the Godospar arrived and conquered the country. Alliances were established, land exchanged hands, so on and so forth; war was waged too, both against and with each other.

So it should, perhaps, be little surprise then that, with a neighbor who sees everything they own as rightfully their clay, that Dobrungol might turn to them in order to secure the safety of his people and, at least, a fairer term than pure conquest. They will not be reclaimed by Kislev-- and so their king swears.

And so it is that the children of the Empire and the children of the Ungols are bound together, betrothal and marriage alike. With more than twenty marriageable children and grandchildren, entire families have been bound to his dynasty-- and from the south as well, even the Emperor's own son Etzel.

And so now, entire armies of the Empire are bound up in the land, and suzerainty established.

Shock, Awe, Devastation: An entire town was discovered to be secretly Skaven! You...don't know why, but it's kind of bad in general. The entire site was burned to the ground in fire.

At Your Aid: The Skaven are the weakest they've been for centuries. Under-Altdorf has been burned to the ground; Under-Mousillon was slaughtered by vampires, and as a response to that the Vampires and the Skaven have been warring ever since, which is very probably a part of why the past few decades have been so comparatively pleasant; the Black Chasm burns; Crookback Mountain is lost to them, taken by the Chaos Dwarfs and where the last of them live in stunned fury that so much has been lost; the Hell-Pit was sacked though not razed; and in Albion they wasted many lives, even by their standards-- if their pelts were not so...vile...you might have expected them to become the premier furs of Albion.

They have their back in the corner...and there is no animal as dangerous as a cornered rat.

Broiling from the ground and from the Under-Ways and from a thousand little hidey-holes, the Skaven have attacked the Dwarfs. They have eradicated the Greenskins from Karak-Eight-Peaks and turned the ancient city into an industrial pit-- and from these and what strongholds remain they came. Plague, War, Pestilence, Conquest-- they alike fall on the Dawi, sieges more terrible than in a great many years. It would not be inaccurate to say this is the gravest threat the Dawi have faced in this century; every soldier that can be has returned to reinforce. The Empire, too, seeks to fulfill old alliances, for they have not forgotten yet.

And so Mattheus leaves once more at the head of an army of 100,000 souls, to aid the noble Dawi. Their first stop? Karak Drazh, to ensure that what was lost cannot be lost again.

Recolonization: Mordheim has been reclaimed by Guntram Hertwig, lord of Ostermark, who brought with him a thousand souls in the first wave. He thought to make the old history live again, and to reclaim his family's past. You'd mock, but your family is attempting to reclaim Sylvania, so.

Kislev

Raiding Weakens: It seems the gods smile on Kislev...in their own way. The Kurgan raiders have turned aside from Kislev, for the moment, to instead attack eastwards, two huge hordes each of more than half-a-million men spotted and distracted with battling either Hobgoblins or Cathay-- or Nippon.

New Academy Established: One Kaspar von Liebwitz, a distant relation to the main line, has shamed his family by agreeing to open an engineering school for the Tzar, in order that Kislev might grow strong on gunpowder. It is a foul treachery, born of a foul man-- but his guns work, and that is enough.

Badlands

Battle For Mourkain: Grinding, dirty, miserable, war. Bodies choking the streets. Blood staining the land. Fire crackling out of control. Smoke filling the air.

This is life for the army of Strigany that seeks to reclaim its lost home. They have pushed against both the army of Vampires and the Tomb Kings, slowly but surely carving away at their necromancers and officers and so weakening the whole. If either but took the time they could crush the living, but they are instead busy with each-other and so progress is made.

Ekrund: Is not...fully...reclaimed. Many pockets of filthy, stinking greenskins yet hide in the lower levels. However, the warbosses are all dead either dead, the actual inhabited portions are retaken, and the Greenskins are too busy with the Skaven to attacked dwarfs, meaning the Dawi can fill their defenses with the many strange new weapons produced by Modimus Metallord, the chief engineer of the Silverspear expedition.

So, King Varrak has stopped, for the moment. It will be many years until the thing is done, but it will be done.

Good News, Bad News: Good news: The Orcs of the Southlands have disappeared. Reports from Lanta say that Greenskin attacks have fallen drastically in the past months.

Bad news: They have left no trace. None. At all. Whatsoever. And a greenskin unaccounted for is a greenskin about to do something terrible, nevermind the greenskins of an entire continent, or at least a very large chunk. You can only hope they finally returned to whatever hell spit them out in the first place. Whatever it is that happened, it doesn't appear to have affected the brutes in Montfort, more's the pity.

Though, then you couldn't kill them yourself. Decisions, decisions...
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Oh no, Im not asking for this to be made a formal thing.

Like I'm just asking what you'd spitball a beast like say Tyrion's mount would have for a stat like loyalty. Or some dumb trait Seraphon(Malekith's dragon not the rebranded Lizardmen) would have

You know, cuz I might use it for something that may or may not happen.
I kinda meant more scrap the system and go with "this is your horse, he is GOOD HORSE". In any case, it's a bit too late for that-- literally, like, it's 12 AM.
 
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