King Otto, believed to be 'sicker than a dog', crawls out of bed to take care of crown business. In a foul mood, he orders the taking of Augsburg, and feels mildly better, before returning to bed.
Barbarian Welsh Spearman bribed to clear the way for our road-builders (41 gold)
Plymton gratefully reoccupied, and ceasefire with the Norse accepted. Frankish knowledge gained, and our holy men are freed to study the horse-control techniques used by the Goths who overran the Roman Empire, in the hope it will impove our own cavalry...
Great celebrations of King Arthur and his wise rule spread throughout the land. Many of the celebrants are just happy to be at peace at last...however fragile that peace might prove to be.
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