Theoden stood in the tallest tower of his fine palace. The citizens of Rohan were busy with their work. King soon left the tower and came back to the throne room. Hama, a man in a beautiful plate, looted from orcs, its origin from the distand lands of Elf, was silent and calm. Theoden gave a look at his throne room. He turned sight right to the eyes of a marbleclad, blind woman. The statue gazed at the wall. But Theoden thought for a minute that it was gazing at him. He sighed...
-Hama!
A man stopped writing and shuddered.
-Is something wrong?
-No! Ahh... lost count for money again.
-Sorry... report, then?
-Report... right. Well, we are done filling coffers with gold. We are delaying it from wise ones for a few days for awhile.
-We have enough now. Let them continue their contributing.
-About contributing... Edoras is growing bigger, my lord. Patricians were fussing about this city being boring. They are unhappy with so crowded place with serfs, where there is not much to enjoy. When new settlers will come after food stored in Edoras, they will make patricians meaner.
-Close Edoras for new settlers. Let the full granary serve our people well. If there is too much, let some of it go for festivals.
-Sure, my lord. And Eomer came back. He lacks many people - they are dead, probably - and needs food and shed.
-Give it to him. You are doing well.
-Thanks, my lord. - Hama smiled.
Next day, Theoden was again in a throne room.
-Hama, open the door.
Men opened the gate of the throne room. After a brief screech of old doors, an old, but still proud man went in. He was wearing fancy, colorful, silk suit. He was very well mannered, and courtly walked, though the appeal was a bit ruined when he started to sneeze.
-There - said Theoden. - So, I heard that the most important noble of all the patricians wants a talk. Do you have vital informations, or is it a matter of new settlers?
-The former, great lord - the man said. - I went back from a travel from distant lands. I watched myself as the slaves in this fine country were erecting a great achievement for their city. It is a great circle made of stone. It does not sound amazing, but... - he sneezed again, took a perfumed , and continued. - Excuses, lord... but it certainly looks awesome.
-Thanks. I hope the trip was good?
-Quite. - he said bitterly. - They have a winter down there.
-Oh? Interesting... - Theoden acted interest, and pulled a beard. - Want a breakfast?
-Sure! Thanks, lo...
The door creeked again.
-Hama? - both said at the same time.
-Yes. The governors report that Helm's Deep soon finishes another Rohirrim. They consider some help for our new city, so they are sending soon some serfs to improve their bitter lands.
-Good. Dismissed!
For now, I did all of the following:
-created two workers at Helm's Deep and Edoras;
-whipped monument at our new city;
-chopped a Horse Archer;
-started a Great Wall and completed it.
-My lord! - shouted Hama.
-Is everyone going as predicted?
-Yes, yes! The wall that you ordered to erect which would protect our proletarieurs...
-What's with your accent?
-Sorry. Catched a cold.
-Poorly. Continue.
-proletarians... we just lost some serfs to orcs.
-It's very poor. Make sure, Hama, that their beloved ones will be rewarded for their hours of cry. Dism...
-No! - Hama gasped. He felt bad now, it was not a good idea to interrupt a king. But Theoden was a kind, benevolent man.
-Anything else?
-Yes. The settlers of the Saruman's vassals, calling themselve "English", have corrupted another land.
OK, I admit I had lost a worker in a weedy move!
Now, the hour of the battle was upon them. Theoden called his vassals. They all came - the warriors of the Dunedain, mercenaries... native Rohirrims. All of them. When they achieved the throne room, all fell to hail the great king.
-After this battle, my warriors, it will be I who will have to beat to the floor in awe of you. Stand up, for the time for war is upon us!
Well, that's it. I hope I haven't screwed over these turns!
Save is below. And I will try to mess with those screens so they will show normally.