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Highlander Tales - A "You Decide" story of the Scottish people
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Argus, being the second son and not expected to rise to the thrown, studied the achievements of his great-grand father Kenneth I. He studied his tactics and practiced them in war games with his friends and classmates. He spent time in the armories and fletcheries to learn more skills geared towards the art of war. He was prepaing himself to lead the Scots into battle should the day come when the Ard orders him to.
When he takes the thrown, he is confussed. He prepared himself to comand men in battle and take orders from the Ard. He never contemplated ruling and thus, unprepared.
Not wanting to be seen as weak like his brother, and wanting to climb out from the shadow of his father, he resorted to the one thing he knew better than anything. The art of war.
When he takes the thrown, he is confussed. He prepared himself to comand men in battle and take orders from the Ard. He never contemplated ruling and thus, unprepared.
Not wanting to be seen as weak like his brother, and wanting to climb out from the shadow of his father, he resorted to the one thing he knew better than anything. The art of war.
The Brittons did not support us against the Danelaw...
Need I say more?
Question: Could all these heart attacks, just be coincidence? Especially in someone as young as Fergus?
Answer: I think not. I think that Angus recognized Fergus's weakness, and realized that a weak leader would at best prevent his peoples from becoming the superpower that was their natural destiny and make them toil in mediocrity, and at worst ruin the nation that Angus so loved. He therefore took matters into his own hands and caused the weak ruler to not be a roadblock for his great nation.
By the way, I think this is a great story. I also like the different writting styles. It keeps it refreshing.
Need I say more?
Question: Could all these heart attacks, just be coincidence? Especially in someone as young as Fergus?
Answer: I think not. I think that Angus recognized Fergus's weakness, and realized that a weak leader would at best prevent his peoples from becoming the superpower that was their natural destiny and make them toil in mediocrity, and at worst ruin the nation that Angus so loved. He therefore took matters into his own hands and caused the weak ruler to not be a roadblock for his great nation.
By the way, I think this is a great story. I also like the different writting styles. It keeps it refreshing.
Shaitan
der Besucher
Wow, what a bloodthirsty Council we have! 
Great feedback guys, fresh ideas really help to flesh out the story.
Zot - It is fairly odd for someone as young and apparently healthy as Fergus to suffer from a heart attack. Having the malady run in the family makes a great cover though, doesn't it?
Then again, Kenneth I was pretty darned healthy too until that last campaign against the Danes...
Great feedback guys, fresh ideas really help to flesh out the story.
Zot - It is fairly odd for someone as young and apparently healthy as Fergus to suffer from a heart attack. Having the malady run in the family makes a great cover though, doesn't it?
Then again, Kenneth I was pretty darned healthy too until that last campaign against the Danes...
Shaitan
der Besucher
Shaitan
der Besucher
das
Regeneration In Process
Das Junior immidiately demanded that Military COuncil will be opened. It would be mdae of MacKnas, MacDas, Angus, Grey Fox, MacSheep 
(where that one came from?) and others.
"I call for a poll to take place about ur strategy against Brittany!"
We have three variants, gentelmen:
Vannes-Saint-Nazaire Option: connect St. Andrews and rest of Scotland, meanwhile take Rennnes, and only then start offensives fron Northeast to Southwest.
Get-Their-Border-Cities Option: take Rennes, Vendee, St. Pol de Deon and Quimper, and then start slower offensive from North to South with less causalities.
CHARGE Option: Quickly take all of Brethon mainland, and only then land on Mining Island and take Quimper.
(where that one came from?) and others."I call for a poll to take place about ur strategy against Brittany!"
We have three variants, gentelmen:
Vannes-Saint-Nazaire Option: connect St. Andrews and rest of Scotland, meanwhile take Rennnes, and only then start offensives fron Northeast to Southwest.
Get-Their-Border-Cities Option: take Rennes, Vendee, St. Pol de Deon and Quimper, and then start slower offensive from North to South with less causalities.
CHARGE Option: Quickly take all of Brethon mainland, and only then land on Mining Island and take Quimper.
Shaitan
der Besucher
Writing style: 1st person narrative, Francis II, King of Brittany
They said I was a powerful man. Perhaps the most powerful in the world. They must be right. After all, Ive killed the man who was, without a doubt, the head of the most powerful country in the world. That means I was stronger than the most powerful, right? The logic seams to work well but it falls apart somewhat in the face of reality. Ah, blast it. Im getting ahead of myself and neglecting you, my poor, lost audience. Let me start from the beginning so that all is clear. Better yet, let me start before the beginning as that if fairly germane to the story as well.
Many, many years ago Kenneth MacAlpine entreated my great grandfather for assistance against the militant and expansionist Danes. Although it was much safer and more profitable to treat with the Scots, my esteemed forefather buckled under threats from The Danelaw and withheld Brittanys support. His justification was that with the Danes and Scots locked in battle to the north, Brittany was safe to expand in the south. A fairly honest, if not honorable, conclusion. One would hope that his decision would have been different if he could have predicted how badly driven the Scots would have been. After all, they had been great neighbors of Brittany for centuries.
Regardless of his reasons, his answer was no. The Danes beat the Scots bloody and forced them to pay ruinous tribute. The Scots made a miraculous recovery from the brink of annihilation, turned the tables on the Danes and began kicking the snot out of them. They were in danger of completely removing the Danish presence from the continent when my grandfather (great grandfather had died of being unbelievably fat a short time after the first Scot/Dane war) decided he had better take a hand to preserve the status quo. In his mind it was vital to Brethon security to have the Danes and Scots balance each others aggression to keep them firmly away from Brittany.
Grandfather hired some nefarious types from Kent to do away with the Scottish Ard Ri. Just a touch of a certain herb in his heather ale would do the trick. Kenneth MacAlpine would die a few days later of a massive heart attack. With no Ard Ri the tradition bound Scots would not be able to prosecute their war. Simply electing a new Ard Ri would most likely plunge them into a civil war as the primary candidates were all too strong to be governed by whoever was elected. Something went wrong with the assassination though. Perhaps the assassins were caught, perhaps they simply absconded with grandfathers money and retired comfortable to Kent. Either way, Kenneth MacAlpine lived long enough to drive the Danes from the continent.
Scotland then did exactly what grandfather had feared. With no native aggressor they set about getting bigger and badder in a hurry. Scottish colonists began popping up like lice on a foxhound. They went so far as to colonize territory that Brittany had scouted! It was an outrage, but one grandfather had to endure. Constantine MacAlpine was the worlds darling and moving against Scotland, even covertly, would have jeopardized Brittanys growing international trade. So my grandfather played nice neighbor to the growing Scottish giant and bid his time. He bid it a bit too long though. He died a month after Kenneth IIs coronation.
My father ascended Brittanys throne and dealt with Kenneth II as his father had dealt with Kenneths. Cow towing, sending presents, flattering him and generally being an obnoxious obsequious pest. Kenneth wasnt the man that Constantine had been and there was excellent room here for my father to press leverage. Unfortunately my father wasnt the man his father was either. Except for being grossly obese, of course. Thats a family trait I am happy to lack.
Fortunately, Kenneth II was powerful enough to keep Scotlands factions tightly leashed. Toward the end of his reign several expansionist movements began growing in the Scottish court (we keep ourselves very well informed on the inside maneuverings of our neighbor). One favored annexing The Danelaw and the other favored forced expansion into Brethon territory. When we heard about this, father did the one thing in his reign that I thank him for. He began to seriously invest in the Brethon army. With Kenneth in command, however, there was no real danger. As I mentioned, he kept his dogs in the kennel.
And then Kenneth up and died. Ironically it was a heart attack but the situation kept me from being very amused by that at the time. Father did his best to show Brittanys friendship to the new Ard Ri Fergus but it was a waste of time. Fergus was such an idiot that he didnt even understand what my father was doing. He also couldnt control his council or his clansmen. The expansionist movements grew in power and it was obvious that Fergus wouldnt be able to stop them. And my father refused to stop Fergus.
Thats when I became King of Brittany. Well, just shortly after my conversation with father when I realized that his weakness would spell the end of our fair land. It was disgustingly easy to do away with the slob. The pig ate so much that his food tasters could never keep up with him. The poisons effect looked just like he had eaten some badly spoiled pork. Of course the chef had to be executed. Appearances, you know.
Now I was in a position to do something about these ever more dangerous Scots. I would do them a favor and get rid of the weakling on their throne. Fergus had only a bastard child that he didnt even know of (but we did you never know when information like this might come in handy). On the odd chance that the boys regal heritage might be discovered I had him dealt with first. It wouldnt do to have another weak puppet on Scotlands throne. Fortunately he lived on a farm. Farms are very dangerous places, you know. Then it was time for Fergus. I debated on how to do him. I had to be absolutely sure that no trace of suspicion could come to fall on Brittany. It would also be better if it was never discovered that his death was not a natural occurrence. Then it hit me. A heart attack. He would die as his great grandfather should have and as his father did. Such weaknesses are known to run in families so the cover was excellent. I sent agents to hire agents to hire assassins. Fergus was dead mere months after my plans were set in motion.
Now I will explain what was supposed to happen. Angus MacAlpine would ascend to the throne. He was a bright lad but not a politician. After all, as second son he would not be expected to sit on the Scots high seat. He had spent his youth training with the rabble of the MacErc, MacCorbin, Skilord, MacIniss, OCharis and MacSeal youth as a commander of soldiers. He had also idolized his father. He was supposed to gain the throne and throttle the expansionist movements as his father had done. After all, in his eyes his father was great and had done so. His brother was inept and had not. It should have been so simple.
It wasnt. The lad was brighter than we had expected. He was also quite a bit more sure of himself. Not afraid to break new ground, as it were. Instead of an unsure but popular leader, striving to live up to the image and policies of his father, we got a cocksure and arrogant youth only too happy to agree with the warlike proposals of the expansionist factions to prove to himself and the world that he was not an incompetent like his brother. Still, he was a smart lad. He did not declare against Brittany in aggression. He turned over daily control of Scotland to his cousin Das III (of the Iniss MacInisses) as his regent while he went on a royal progress of his lands. His progress fielded roughly a third of Scotlands knights and seemed to dwell in the counties bordering Brittany. At the same time, he sent Arsven Skilord and Seamus OCharis to St. Andrews to coordinate troop and naval training. Things began to heat up across the Scot / Brethon border but the lid stayed firmly on the kettle.
It appeared that the stalemate would last. Angus would not make a move of open aggression and my governors were well instructed not to give him any excuses. Then the impossible happened. My governor in Nantes rebelled against my rule and declared for Scotland! With St. Andrews freshly garrisoned and only a short days ride from Nantes it was folly to try to force the city back under my dominion. Unfortunately, my provincial governor didnt think quite so rationally. He moved troops towards Nantes in an open show of force. Skilord and OCharis responded violently and decisively. The Scottish fleet sailed from St. Andrews to alert MacAlpine and full war was enjoined.
Still, things went fairly well. Angus was a brilliant war chief and his generals were superb. The best military minds can only do so much with the forces at their disposal. They had greatly underestimated the size of our garrisons (thanks to our friends in the Scottish court). St. Pol de Deon and Rennes fell but inflicted heavy casualties on the Scots. Vendee stopped them cold. Three full assaults were beaten back and then my generals counterattacked them. It was a slaughter. The Scots retreated to Kirkaldy and Stanraer. Vendee was reinforced and prepared to meet the next Scottish assault. Things had stalemated in the north. The Scots lacked the strength to take Vendee and we lacked the offensive power to attack Kirkaldy or Stanraer. In the south, OCharis and Skilord lacked the forces to assault but had more than enough strength to prevent our attacking them. Winter set in and ended our conflict in this state.
In the spring another disaster occured. Kent declared war on Wales. Pictland allied with Kent. Man and The Danelaw quickly followed. Ireland took the opportunity to grab some Manx territory. With every country on Alba at war, Angus released his northern garrisons to our front. Flynn MacSeal brought another third of the Scot knights against us at unbelievable speed. Within four months the Scots were on the attack again. Vendee and Vannes fell, but still at great cost to the Scots. They were mired again when they came against Brest.
We were doing well again (considering we had lost half of Brittany anyway). In an attrition war we performed superbly. We almost had Angus to the point where he had to abandon his war when those dogs OCharis and Skilord cut off supplies from Lorient. Without iron or horses our new troops could not be properly equipped and trained. Scotland began getting the upper hand again. Blessedly, winter set in and the campaign season ended.
The next spring gave us a glimpse of our final doom. The Scots had developed a new gun that could be used effectively from the saddle. Their new cavalry overcame Brests defenses and I was forced to flee to my summer palace at Saint Nazaire. Saint Malo fell soon after Brest and MacSeal moved against Saint Nazaire while OCharis and Skilord moved to attack Carnoc and MacAlpine and MacCorbin went for Lorient. I believe all three cities fell almost simultaneously. I cant know for sure because I had already left via sail for my last bastion of strength, Quimper.
I arrived in Quimper mere hours before the Scottish assault fleet hit the beaches. That was last week. Since that time the Scots have subdued the countryside, isolated the city proper and are preparing to storm the walls. Ryland MacSeal is the commander whos finally cornered me. I know this because they sent in an envoy to demand my surrender. I sent back his head first and then had the body lobbed out via catapult. It wont be long now, theyll most likely attack at first light. I wont be here to see it though. I wont give them the satisfaction of taking me alive. I have a great idea of how to do it. It has a delicious touch of irony.
I dont know why Ive bothered to write this all down. Perhaps its an act of absolution like those foolish priests are always going on about. I cant possibly let these pages get into the hands of the Scots. Why, then they would be seen as justified in their actions against Brittany. No, I wont give them that satisfaction.
Editors note
Francis II, King of Brittany was found dead in his mansion during the assault on Quimper. There were no marks on the body and the cause of death could not be immediately determined. Examination by army surgeons indicated death from a massive heart attack.
A small amount of ashes in the shape of a question mark was found next to the body. Despite fresh ink stains on the Kings fingers, no written correspondence was found.
Game notes
Dal Raida is all Scottish now. Brittany was completely destroyed. Scotland lost the race for most of the wonders. Brehon Law has communal corruption. Great for building at the far reaches of the empire, lowsy for getting the best production out of your core cities.
Where does Scotland go now? Angus MacAlpine has a small army of highly experienced cavalry and a small fleet. There is an army of knights (Flynn MacSeals command) from the one hero gained in the war and we just got ships big enough to transport it. Pictland and Kent both have armies larger than Scotland, according to the military advisor. Since theyve been at war with Wales its safe to assume that theyve cleared out a good chunk of their obsolete units. There are a couple of Welsh cities left that would probably fall quickly if we joined the alliance against them. Scotland does have several trade agreements with Wales right now though. The Danes still have one city on Alba that is ripe for the plucking.
The cities in Brittany are in lousy shape as far as improvements go. I dont know if the AI sold everything or just didnt build at all. Either way, it will be a while before Brittany is productive.
Brest is a spectacular spot for the Forbidden Palace and Ive started construction there in case the Council agrees on the choice.
How about government choice? The number of powerful clans has grown along with Scotlands physical growth. A Republic could fit well at this point. Democracy is also an option, as is pure Monarchy (though if Angus tried to push for total power, the Council would probably have a problem with that).
Let me know what you want and Ill start working on the next chapter. Keep that feedback coming, too! Those were some really great ideas.
This is the current map of South Dal Raida showing the conquered Brethon territory.
They said I was a powerful man. Perhaps the most powerful in the world. They must be right. After all, Ive killed the man who was, without a doubt, the head of the most powerful country in the world. That means I was stronger than the most powerful, right? The logic seams to work well but it falls apart somewhat in the face of reality. Ah, blast it. Im getting ahead of myself and neglecting you, my poor, lost audience. Let me start from the beginning so that all is clear. Better yet, let me start before the beginning as that if fairly germane to the story as well.
Many, many years ago Kenneth MacAlpine entreated my great grandfather for assistance against the militant and expansionist Danes. Although it was much safer and more profitable to treat with the Scots, my esteemed forefather buckled under threats from The Danelaw and withheld Brittanys support. His justification was that with the Danes and Scots locked in battle to the north, Brittany was safe to expand in the south. A fairly honest, if not honorable, conclusion. One would hope that his decision would have been different if he could have predicted how badly driven the Scots would have been. After all, they had been great neighbors of Brittany for centuries.
Regardless of his reasons, his answer was no. The Danes beat the Scots bloody and forced them to pay ruinous tribute. The Scots made a miraculous recovery from the brink of annihilation, turned the tables on the Danes and began kicking the snot out of them. They were in danger of completely removing the Danish presence from the continent when my grandfather (great grandfather had died of being unbelievably fat a short time after the first Scot/Dane war) decided he had better take a hand to preserve the status quo. In his mind it was vital to Brethon security to have the Danes and Scots balance each others aggression to keep them firmly away from Brittany.
Grandfather hired some nefarious types from Kent to do away with the Scottish Ard Ri. Just a touch of a certain herb in his heather ale would do the trick. Kenneth MacAlpine would die a few days later of a massive heart attack. With no Ard Ri the tradition bound Scots would not be able to prosecute their war. Simply electing a new Ard Ri would most likely plunge them into a civil war as the primary candidates were all too strong to be governed by whoever was elected. Something went wrong with the assassination though. Perhaps the assassins were caught, perhaps they simply absconded with grandfathers money and retired comfortable to Kent. Either way, Kenneth MacAlpine lived long enough to drive the Danes from the continent.
Scotland then did exactly what grandfather had feared. With no native aggressor they set about getting bigger and badder in a hurry. Scottish colonists began popping up like lice on a foxhound. They went so far as to colonize territory that Brittany had scouted! It was an outrage, but one grandfather had to endure. Constantine MacAlpine was the worlds darling and moving against Scotland, even covertly, would have jeopardized Brittanys growing international trade. So my grandfather played nice neighbor to the growing Scottish giant and bid his time. He bid it a bit too long though. He died a month after Kenneth IIs coronation.
My father ascended Brittanys throne and dealt with Kenneth II as his father had dealt with Kenneths. Cow towing, sending presents, flattering him and generally being an obnoxious obsequious pest. Kenneth wasnt the man that Constantine had been and there was excellent room here for my father to press leverage. Unfortunately my father wasnt the man his father was either. Except for being grossly obese, of course. Thats a family trait I am happy to lack.
Fortunately, Kenneth II was powerful enough to keep Scotlands factions tightly leashed. Toward the end of his reign several expansionist movements began growing in the Scottish court (we keep ourselves very well informed on the inside maneuverings of our neighbor). One favored annexing The Danelaw and the other favored forced expansion into Brethon territory. When we heard about this, father did the one thing in his reign that I thank him for. He began to seriously invest in the Brethon army. With Kenneth in command, however, there was no real danger. As I mentioned, he kept his dogs in the kennel.
And then Kenneth up and died. Ironically it was a heart attack but the situation kept me from being very amused by that at the time. Father did his best to show Brittanys friendship to the new Ard Ri Fergus but it was a waste of time. Fergus was such an idiot that he didnt even understand what my father was doing. He also couldnt control his council or his clansmen. The expansionist movements grew in power and it was obvious that Fergus wouldnt be able to stop them. And my father refused to stop Fergus.
Thats when I became King of Brittany. Well, just shortly after my conversation with father when I realized that his weakness would spell the end of our fair land. It was disgustingly easy to do away with the slob. The pig ate so much that his food tasters could never keep up with him. The poisons effect looked just like he had eaten some badly spoiled pork. Of course the chef had to be executed. Appearances, you know.
Now I was in a position to do something about these ever more dangerous Scots. I would do them a favor and get rid of the weakling on their throne. Fergus had only a bastard child that he didnt even know of (but we did you never know when information like this might come in handy). On the odd chance that the boys regal heritage might be discovered I had him dealt with first. It wouldnt do to have another weak puppet on Scotlands throne. Fortunately he lived on a farm. Farms are very dangerous places, you know. Then it was time for Fergus. I debated on how to do him. I had to be absolutely sure that no trace of suspicion could come to fall on Brittany. It would also be better if it was never discovered that his death was not a natural occurrence. Then it hit me. A heart attack. He would die as his great grandfather should have and as his father did. Such weaknesses are known to run in families so the cover was excellent. I sent agents to hire agents to hire assassins. Fergus was dead mere months after my plans were set in motion.
Now I will explain what was supposed to happen. Angus MacAlpine would ascend to the throne. He was a bright lad but not a politician. After all, as second son he would not be expected to sit on the Scots high seat. He had spent his youth training with the rabble of the MacErc, MacCorbin, Skilord, MacIniss, OCharis and MacSeal youth as a commander of soldiers. He had also idolized his father. He was supposed to gain the throne and throttle the expansionist movements as his father had done. After all, in his eyes his father was great and had done so. His brother was inept and had not. It should have been so simple.
It wasnt. The lad was brighter than we had expected. He was also quite a bit more sure of himself. Not afraid to break new ground, as it were. Instead of an unsure but popular leader, striving to live up to the image and policies of his father, we got a cocksure and arrogant youth only too happy to agree with the warlike proposals of the expansionist factions to prove to himself and the world that he was not an incompetent like his brother. Still, he was a smart lad. He did not declare against Brittany in aggression. He turned over daily control of Scotland to his cousin Das III (of the Iniss MacInisses) as his regent while he went on a royal progress of his lands. His progress fielded roughly a third of Scotlands knights and seemed to dwell in the counties bordering Brittany. At the same time, he sent Arsven Skilord and Seamus OCharis to St. Andrews to coordinate troop and naval training. Things began to heat up across the Scot / Brethon border but the lid stayed firmly on the kettle.
It appeared that the stalemate would last. Angus would not make a move of open aggression and my governors were well instructed not to give him any excuses. Then the impossible happened. My governor in Nantes rebelled against my rule and declared for Scotland! With St. Andrews freshly garrisoned and only a short days ride from Nantes it was folly to try to force the city back under my dominion. Unfortunately, my provincial governor didnt think quite so rationally. He moved troops towards Nantes in an open show of force. Skilord and OCharis responded violently and decisively. The Scottish fleet sailed from St. Andrews to alert MacAlpine and full war was enjoined.
Still, things went fairly well. Angus was a brilliant war chief and his generals were superb. The best military minds can only do so much with the forces at their disposal. They had greatly underestimated the size of our garrisons (thanks to our friends in the Scottish court). St. Pol de Deon and Rennes fell but inflicted heavy casualties on the Scots. Vendee stopped them cold. Three full assaults were beaten back and then my generals counterattacked them. It was a slaughter. The Scots retreated to Kirkaldy and Stanraer. Vendee was reinforced and prepared to meet the next Scottish assault. Things had stalemated in the north. The Scots lacked the strength to take Vendee and we lacked the offensive power to attack Kirkaldy or Stanraer. In the south, OCharis and Skilord lacked the forces to assault but had more than enough strength to prevent our attacking them. Winter set in and ended our conflict in this state.
In the spring another disaster occured. Kent declared war on Wales. Pictland allied with Kent. Man and The Danelaw quickly followed. Ireland took the opportunity to grab some Manx territory. With every country on Alba at war, Angus released his northern garrisons to our front. Flynn MacSeal brought another third of the Scot knights against us at unbelievable speed. Within four months the Scots were on the attack again. Vendee and Vannes fell, but still at great cost to the Scots. They were mired again when they came against Brest.
We were doing well again (considering we had lost half of Brittany anyway). In an attrition war we performed superbly. We almost had Angus to the point where he had to abandon his war when those dogs OCharis and Skilord cut off supplies from Lorient. Without iron or horses our new troops could not be properly equipped and trained. Scotland began getting the upper hand again. Blessedly, winter set in and the campaign season ended.
The next spring gave us a glimpse of our final doom. The Scots had developed a new gun that could be used effectively from the saddle. Their new cavalry overcame Brests defenses and I was forced to flee to my summer palace at Saint Nazaire. Saint Malo fell soon after Brest and MacSeal moved against Saint Nazaire while OCharis and Skilord moved to attack Carnoc and MacAlpine and MacCorbin went for Lorient. I believe all three cities fell almost simultaneously. I cant know for sure because I had already left via sail for my last bastion of strength, Quimper.
I arrived in Quimper mere hours before the Scottish assault fleet hit the beaches. That was last week. Since that time the Scots have subdued the countryside, isolated the city proper and are preparing to storm the walls. Ryland MacSeal is the commander whos finally cornered me. I know this because they sent in an envoy to demand my surrender. I sent back his head first and then had the body lobbed out via catapult. It wont be long now, theyll most likely attack at first light. I wont be here to see it though. I wont give them the satisfaction of taking me alive. I have a great idea of how to do it. It has a delicious touch of irony.
I dont know why Ive bothered to write this all down. Perhaps its an act of absolution like those foolish priests are always going on about. I cant possibly let these pages get into the hands of the Scots. Why, then they would be seen as justified in their actions against Brittany. No, I wont give them that satisfaction.
Editors note
Francis II, King of Brittany was found dead in his mansion during the assault on Quimper. There were no marks on the body and the cause of death could not be immediately determined. Examination by army surgeons indicated death from a massive heart attack.
A small amount of ashes in the shape of a question mark was found next to the body. Despite fresh ink stains on the Kings fingers, no written correspondence was found.
Game notes
Dal Raida is all Scottish now. Brittany was completely destroyed. Scotland lost the race for most of the wonders. Brehon Law has communal corruption. Great for building at the far reaches of the empire, lowsy for getting the best production out of your core cities.
Where does Scotland go now? Angus MacAlpine has a small army of highly experienced cavalry and a small fleet. There is an army of knights (Flynn MacSeals command) from the one hero gained in the war and we just got ships big enough to transport it. Pictland and Kent both have armies larger than Scotland, according to the military advisor. Since theyve been at war with Wales its safe to assume that theyve cleared out a good chunk of their obsolete units. There are a couple of Welsh cities left that would probably fall quickly if we joined the alliance against them. Scotland does have several trade agreements with Wales right now though. The Danes still have one city on Alba that is ripe for the plucking.
The cities in Brittany are in lousy shape as far as improvements go. I dont know if the AI sold everything or just didnt build at all. Either way, it will be a while before Brittany is productive.
Brest is a spectacular spot for the Forbidden Palace and Ive started construction there in case the Council agrees on the choice.
How about government choice? The number of powerful clans has grown along with Scotlands physical growth. A Republic could fit well at this point. Democracy is also an option, as is pure Monarchy (though if Angus tried to push for total power, the Council would probably have a problem with that).
Let me know what you want and Ill start working on the next chapter. Keep that feedback coming, too! Those were some really great ideas.
This is the current map of South Dal Raida showing the conquered Brethon territory.
Attachments
das
Regeneration In Process
Das MacInnis has offered to install the Constitutional Monarchy (Republic). The electiosn for consul would be held after each Chapter. Consul is resposible for setting up the polls.Before any new war, there would be elections of Consul for War who will be responsible for makig military option polls.
Just a suggestion!
Just a suggestion!
SKILORD
Insurgent
Republic... but first take out whales. and as soon as ur a republic build up the nations prestige(culture).
Shaitan
der Besucher
Looks like Republic is strongly desired. One note to join in the removal of Wales. Any other directions? The Danelaw is still there with one city on Alba, only 4 tiles away from our assault fleet. Also, Communism is an option as well. The Picts have it so we can trade for it any time Scotland needs it.
Scotland is making a fortune off of exporting Brethon furs now. In a few more years it will have paid for the invasion of Brittany.
Scotland is making a fortune off of exporting Brethon furs now. In a few more years it will have paid for the invasion of Brittany.
das
Regeneration In Process
How about Innisistist Republic.
Shaitan
der Besucher
Writing style: standard 3rd person narrative.
The distinguished looking gentleman walked up to the podium at the front of the room. Coughing twice for effect he addressed the assembled students. Good day and welcome to Political Science, Remedial 202. I am Professor Emeritus Col de la Haye. You may call me Professor de la Haye or simply Professor. As none of you have, or likely will ever have, such a title there should be little room for confusion. You are all here because for one reason or another you have failed to acquire your mandatory credits in Political Science and this class is your last chance to get them before graduation criteria are collated. This class is here because several of you have very well connected parents who exerted a considerable amount of pressure on the University to add it in order to allow you to graduate. I am here because there are no professors who were both willing and able to take on this class. For those of you who have not yet finished your morning coffee, the Emeritus in my title means I am retired. I have taken a temporary leave from my retirement and perhaps my sanity in order to give your coddled bottoms the chance to graduate. Everybody please take our your class syllabus.
Papers shuffled as 137 students rummaged through their books and binders. Does everybody have their syllabus now? Excellent. Throw them as high into the air as you possibly can. Stunned silence met the professors remark. Shocked faces and wide eyes stared at the white haired gentleman whos own face showed his perplexity over the classrooms lack of action to his command. Its quite simple. Grab the sheaf by one corner. Hold the entirety with arm fully extended downwards. Lift your arm at its maximum velocity and release your grip upon the papers when your arm is fully extended upwards. You may also wish to flick your wrist immediately before release in order to impart spin upon the missile. Here, Ill show you. With that he sauntered over to a particularly dumbstruck student in the first row, relieved him of his syllabus and demonstrated his own instructions flawlessly. He imparted a particularly tight spin upon it and it flew end over end for some distance until air pressure separated the pages and it very effectively burst in a miniature explosion of papers. As the loose leaves began floating down on the students he repeated his directive. This time the students followed his instructions with whoops of laughter, grunts of effort and various sounds of confusion.
When the rainfall of papers had subsided the professor returned to his podium to address them again. I dont use syllabi. I find them restrictive and unfair to the teacher. Since there is no professor to replace me and they cant fire a retired man I have a certain amount of, or should we say a limitless amount of, discretion as to how I will run this class. First, let me tell you the rules. There will be no disruptions to the speaker. There will be no private discussions in groups less than five persons. Thats all. I dont care overly much for rules either. Second, let me tell you how the class will be held. There will be no lectures. I dont like lecturing. We will engage in discourse and discussion of germane topics and seek to increase our knowledge by picking apart each others brains. There will be no tests or assignments. The class will pass or fail as a body. In order to pass, you will need to teach me something in the majority of our sessions. There are thirty-seven sessions including today. This means you will have to win nineteen sessions. As soon as a session has been won by the class whatever students wish to may depart. I will remain until the end of the scheduled class to continue intelligent discourse with those who wish to stay. Once you have won nineteen sessions there will no longer be a requirement to attend class. Once again, I will continue to be here in the honest effort of increasing my own knowledge and will welcome any others who wish the same.
He left the podium and went to the chalkboard. Picking up a piece of chalk he wrote a few things on the chalkboard. 1415, Kent, Hlothverstoft, Abergwyngregyn, Cricieth and Religion. He brushed his hands off on his coat and walked to his desk where pushed some papers aside (remnants of the storm so recently unleashed) and sat down on one corner. What is the common thread here? he asked.
As he looked out over the sea of faces he saw one hand begin to rise. Timidly at first but then with greater conviction it rose to full extension. He addressed the owner of said hand Mr. OCharis please share your thoughts. Well, began the student it is 1415 now and just this same year Kent has captured the cities of Abergwyngregyn and Cricieth from Pictland. I dont see how Hlothverstoft and religion are related to those though. Hlothverstoft is a protectorate of Scotland and religion has nothing to do with the conflict between Pictland and Kent.
Religion has nothing to do with the conflict between Pictland and Kent the professor parroted. Does anybody pointedly agree or disagree with that statement?
I do, Professor. The voice was a deep baritone, fitting to the small giant who rose from the back of the class. The professor encourage the student Go ahead Mr. MacIness, state your point. The young man coughed nervously and addressed the class The Picts are pagan and Presbyter, same as we are. The Kent are Anglic. Their war probably did start as just a territorial dispute and land grab but since the Archbishop of Caernarfon and the Archbishop of Certham excommunicated each other its been high rhetoric ever since. Theyve been at war for a hundred years now and cant make peace because their religions have become so antipathetic. It seems that for the past 80 years nothing had actually happened. Its like they decided to throw a war and nobody showed up. Now this year Kent actually launches an offensive and begins taking Pict territory. Its got to be because of something religious. Nothing has changed politically in the last decade at least.
A student in the middle of the classroom piped up at this point. Thats not quite true. In the past year both Pictland and Kent have asked for our help in this war of theirs. Pictland has also asked for Irish aid and Kent has tried to get the Manx on their side. Weve told them both no and so have the Irish and Manx. What is weird is that after being deadlocked for so long the Kent have been able to smash the Pict lines and take two cities in such a lighting fast campaign.
An excellent point Mr. Skilord. Can anybody expound upon that? asked the professor. Mr. MacCorbin, you look like youre bursting to say something. The tall student did indeed look like he was about to burst and he jumped to his feet. Yes, I do. And it ties Hlothverstoft in as well. There has been a massive build up in Hlothverstoft ever since it was annexed into the Republic. Well, actually it was annexed into the Kingdom but you know what I mean. Its essentially a worthless desert town but magnificent amounts of resources have been poured into it to make it the shining city of Alba. That one little town has an infrastructure better than any city in Kent or Pictland and its our most remote territory. Weve all seen the news posts about the new army tanks being sent there for training missions in the desert. Kent is worried that we are finally going to step in and break these two apart like the spoiled children they are. They are pulling rear line garrisons to support frontline action in an attempt to gain as much territory as possible before we declare for peace and give the Irish the forces they need to enforce their borders to keep the combatants apart once and for all. He was about to say more when a strange look came over his face and he quickly sat down.
So you believe Kent is risking their army in a territory blitz to either gain staging area to the south of Ireland or to grab land before peace is forced upon them? asked the professor. MacCorbin gave a grunt that could be accepted as an affirmative. The professor queried further. Is it a mere belief, Mr. MacCorbin or is it more in the lines of knowledge? MacCorbin gave another grunt. Please speak up, Mr. MacCorbin, I couldnt hear you. MacCorbin sighed and stood up again. Yes, it is knowledge professor. I overheard my father talking about it to one of his general flunkies. As Sean MacCorbins father was First Sword Dennis MacCorbin, the single highest ranking member of the Royal Cavalry, this was quite a statement. He said that Kent was grabbing land in the hopes that Scotland would declare for peace and freeze the borders. They want as much territory as possible before that happens. And also that there wont be any peace possible unless we or Ireland step in to make it happen. Theyre just too far gone into the war and its become a part of their culture almost.
Spectacular, said the professor I did not know that. Youve won this session. Anybody who wishes to may leave. There was some scraping of floors as some students rose to leave. More than half stayed where they were.
The rest of the class day passed very quickly and covered many subjects. The basis of the Scottish republic government was determined to be the death of Angus MacAlpine during the storming of Quimper. Angus I had not had an heir and the succession fell to a cadet branch of the MacAlpine tree. This was not acceptable to many of the Ris and the succession wars that followed threatened to rip apart Scotland. With technology and growth proceeding at an amazing pace, the entirety of Scotch Brittany to assimilate, as well as the fear of more succession wars, it was simply not acceptable to have the supreme executive power subject to violent death in the course of his duties. The Council of Ris became the High Council and was populated by a rotation of the heads of the great clans (the peerage of the realm). They were supplemented by the Low Council, which was populated by electors from the lesser clans and the clanless. The Ard Ri was still the figurehead of the government but his powers were severely limited by the new constitution.
They analyzed the growth of Brittany under Scottish dominion. The successful assimilation of Brittany had been made possible when the Low Council had chosen Brest for its Capital. The High Council had its capital in Edinburgh along with the Ard Ri. This move by the Low Council was seen as a true reaching out to the people and a welcoming of the Brethon peoples into Scotland proper. Having a center of government in the geographic heart of Brittany had also definitely helped to control the rampant corruption and abuses to the system that had been running out of control there.
They had just finished discussing the increasing tensions between Kent and Scotland and the Kent embargo of gems to Scotland when the class bell rang and the professor bade them all a good evening. As he walked out of the door, the professor smiled and put his arm around the waist of the lady waiting for him. She kissed him on the cheek and said You cagey old coot. They dont even realize how much theyre learning right now. Tomorrow, at least two thirds will stay after they win the session and the next day probably a full three quarters. Youve still got it where it counts, you old Grey Fox.
Game Notes
Republic has done wonders for the economy. Scotland switched right after they annexed the last Danelaw city (during the Scottish Wars of Succession). It was already doing well under Brehon Law but its spectacular under Republic. Additional cashflow has allowed the full development of Hlothverstoft and the underdeveloped Brethon territories. Scotland has a distinct military advantage right now as they are the only country with the technology to build tanks and aircraft. There are a dozen tanks in Hlothverstoft and another 1-2 being constructed per turn. In 4 turns the number will increase to 3-4 per turn as other large cities get online after finishing their factories. The Military Academy has produced its first army unit and is making more. The first bombers will soon appear and current build plan will bring another one out every 2 to 3 turns.
What does the High Council want to do? Make war on Kent? Theyre big. Their army is roughly twice the size of Scotlands but its almost all defensive. Make war on Pictland? Their army is about the same size as ours. Once again, almost entirely defensive. The long war of attrition between Kent and Pictland has practically eliminated the offensive power of both.
Other options would be to stay peaceful and keep an eye out. When Kent starts seriously kicking Pictish butt we could step in on a moments notice. We could also do this if Kent managed to bring the Isle of Man in on their side.
Its also time to start planning an overall victory. The Scottish culture dwarfs all others. A culture win is almost a walk at this point. Scotland also has the tech lead and fully developed production cities. A space win should also be fairly easy. Domination or Conquest? The Council has been fairly bloodthirsty before
Let me know how you want to go from here.
The distinguished looking gentleman walked up to the podium at the front of the room. Coughing twice for effect he addressed the assembled students. Good day and welcome to Political Science, Remedial 202. I am Professor Emeritus Col de la Haye. You may call me Professor de la Haye or simply Professor. As none of you have, or likely will ever have, such a title there should be little room for confusion. You are all here because for one reason or another you have failed to acquire your mandatory credits in Political Science and this class is your last chance to get them before graduation criteria are collated. This class is here because several of you have very well connected parents who exerted a considerable amount of pressure on the University to add it in order to allow you to graduate. I am here because there are no professors who were both willing and able to take on this class. For those of you who have not yet finished your morning coffee, the Emeritus in my title means I am retired. I have taken a temporary leave from my retirement and perhaps my sanity in order to give your coddled bottoms the chance to graduate. Everybody please take our your class syllabus.
Papers shuffled as 137 students rummaged through their books and binders. Does everybody have their syllabus now? Excellent. Throw them as high into the air as you possibly can. Stunned silence met the professors remark. Shocked faces and wide eyes stared at the white haired gentleman whos own face showed his perplexity over the classrooms lack of action to his command. Its quite simple. Grab the sheaf by one corner. Hold the entirety with arm fully extended downwards. Lift your arm at its maximum velocity and release your grip upon the papers when your arm is fully extended upwards. You may also wish to flick your wrist immediately before release in order to impart spin upon the missile. Here, Ill show you. With that he sauntered over to a particularly dumbstruck student in the first row, relieved him of his syllabus and demonstrated his own instructions flawlessly. He imparted a particularly tight spin upon it and it flew end over end for some distance until air pressure separated the pages and it very effectively burst in a miniature explosion of papers. As the loose leaves began floating down on the students he repeated his directive. This time the students followed his instructions with whoops of laughter, grunts of effort and various sounds of confusion.
When the rainfall of papers had subsided the professor returned to his podium to address them again. I dont use syllabi. I find them restrictive and unfair to the teacher. Since there is no professor to replace me and they cant fire a retired man I have a certain amount of, or should we say a limitless amount of, discretion as to how I will run this class. First, let me tell you the rules. There will be no disruptions to the speaker. There will be no private discussions in groups less than five persons. Thats all. I dont care overly much for rules either. Second, let me tell you how the class will be held. There will be no lectures. I dont like lecturing. We will engage in discourse and discussion of germane topics and seek to increase our knowledge by picking apart each others brains. There will be no tests or assignments. The class will pass or fail as a body. In order to pass, you will need to teach me something in the majority of our sessions. There are thirty-seven sessions including today. This means you will have to win nineteen sessions. As soon as a session has been won by the class whatever students wish to may depart. I will remain until the end of the scheduled class to continue intelligent discourse with those who wish to stay. Once you have won nineteen sessions there will no longer be a requirement to attend class. Once again, I will continue to be here in the honest effort of increasing my own knowledge and will welcome any others who wish the same.
He left the podium and went to the chalkboard. Picking up a piece of chalk he wrote a few things on the chalkboard. 1415, Kent, Hlothverstoft, Abergwyngregyn, Cricieth and Religion. He brushed his hands off on his coat and walked to his desk where pushed some papers aside (remnants of the storm so recently unleashed) and sat down on one corner. What is the common thread here? he asked.
As he looked out over the sea of faces he saw one hand begin to rise. Timidly at first but then with greater conviction it rose to full extension. He addressed the owner of said hand Mr. OCharis please share your thoughts. Well, began the student it is 1415 now and just this same year Kent has captured the cities of Abergwyngregyn and Cricieth from Pictland. I dont see how Hlothverstoft and religion are related to those though. Hlothverstoft is a protectorate of Scotland and religion has nothing to do with the conflict between Pictland and Kent.
Religion has nothing to do with the conflict between Pictland and Kent the professor parroted. Does anybody pointedly agree or disagree with that statement?
I do, Professor. The voice was a deep baritone, fitting to the small giant who rose from the back of the class. The professor encourage the student Go ahead Mr. MacIness, state your point. The young man coughed nervously and addressed the class The Picts are pagan and Presbyter, same as we are. The Kent are Anglic. Their war probably did start as just a territorial dispute and land grab but since the Archbishop of Caernarfon and the Archbishop of Certham excommunicated each other its been high rhetoric ever since. Theyve been at war for a hundred years now and cant make peace because their religions have become so antipathetic. It seems that for the past 80 years nothing had actually happened. Its like they decided to throw a war and nobody showed up. Now this year Kent actually launches an offensive and begins taking Pict territory. Its got to be because of something religious. Nothing has changed politically in the last decade at least.
A student in the middle of the classroom piped up at this point. Thats not quite true. In the past year both Pictland and Kent have asked for our help in this war of theirs. Pictland has also asked for Irish aid and Kent has tried to get the Manx on their side. Weve told them both no and so have the Irish and Manx. What is weird is that after being deadlocked for so long the Kent have been able to smash the Pict lines and take two cities in such a lighting fast campaign.
An excellent point Mr. Skilord. Can anybody expound upon that? asked the professor. Mr. MacCorbin, you look like youre bursting to say something. The tall student did indeed look like he was about to burst and he jumped to his feet. Yes, I do. And it ties Hlothverstoft in as well. There has been a massive build up in Hlothverstoft ever since it was annexed into the Republic. Well, actually it was annexed into the Kingdom but you know what I mean. Its essentially a worthless desert town but magnificent amounts of resources have been poured into it to make it the shining city of Alba. That one little town has an infrastructure better than any city in Kent or Pictland and its our most remote territory. Weve all seen the news posts about the new army tanks being sent there for training missions in the desert. Kent is worried that we are finally going to step in and break these two apart like the spoiled children they are. They are pulling rear line garrisons to support frontline action in an attempt to gain as much territory as possible before we declare for peace and give the Irish the forces they need to enforce their borders to keep the combatants apart once and for all. He was about to say more when a strange look came over his face and he quickly sat down.
So you believe Kent is risking their army in a territory blitz to either gain staging area to the south of Ireland or to grab land before peace is forced upon them? asked the professor. MacCorbin gave a grunt that could be accepted as an affirmative. The professor queried further. Is it a mere belief, Mr. MacCorbin or is it more in the lines of knowledge? MacCorbin gave another grunt. Please speak up, Mr. MacCorbin, I couldnt hear you. MacCorbin sighed and stood up again. Yes, it is knowledge professor. I overheard my father talking about it to one of his general flunkies. As Sean MacCorbins father was First Sword Dennis MacCorbin, the single highest ranking member of the Royal Cavalry, this was quite a statement. He said that Kent was grabbing land in the hopes that Scotland would declare for peace and freeze the borders. They want as much territory as possible before that happens. And also that there wont be any peace possible unless we or Ireland step in to make it happen. Theyre just too far gone into the war and its become a part of their culture almost.
Spectacular, said the professor I did not know that. Youve won this session. Anybody who wishes to may leave. There was some scraping of floors as some students rose to leave. More than half stayed where they were.
The rest of the class day passed very quickly and covered many subjects. The basis of the Scottish republic government was determined to be the death of Angus MacAlpine during the storming of Quimper. Angus I had not had an heir and the succession fell to a cadet branch of the MacAlpine tree. This was not acceptable to many of the Ris and the succession wars that followed threatened to rip apart Scotland. With technology and growth proceeding at an amazing pace, the entirety of Scotch Brittany to assimilate, as well as the fear of more succession wars, it was simply not acceptable to have the supreme executive power subject to violent death in the course of his duties. The Council of Ris became the High Council and was populated by a rotation of the heads of the great clans (the peerage of the realm). They were supplemented by the Low Council, which was populated by electors from the lesser clans and the clanless. The Ard Ri was still the figurehead of the government but his powers were severely limited by the new constitution.
They analyzed the growth of Brittany under Scottish dominion. The successful assimilation of Brittany had been made possible when the Low Council had chosen Brest for its Capital. The High Council had its capital in Edinburgh along with the Ard Ri. This move by the Low Council was seen as a true reaching out to the people and a welcoming of the Brethon peoples into Scotland proper. Having a center of government in the geographic heart of Brittany had also definitely helped to control the rampant corruption and abuses to the system that had been running out of control there.
They had just finished discussing the increasing tensions between Kent and Scotland and the Kent embargo of gems to Scotland when the class bell rang and the professor bade them all a good evening. As he walked out of the door, the professor smiled and put his arm around the waist of the lady waiting for him. She kissed him on the cheek and said You cagey old coot. They dont even realize how much theyre learning right now. Tomorrow, at least two thirds will stay after they win the session and the next day probably a full three quarters. Youve still got it where it counts, you old Grey Fox.
Game Notes
Republic has done wonders for the economy. Scotland switched right after they annexed the last Danelaw city (during the Scottish Wars of Succession). It was already doing well under Brehon Law but its spectacular under Republic. Additional cashflow has allowed the full development of Hlothverstoft and the underdeveloped Brethon territories. Scotland has a distinct military advantage right now as they are the only country with the technology to build tanks and aircraft. There are a dozen tanks in Hlothverstoft and another 1-2 being constructed per turn. In 4 turns the number will increase to 3-4 per turn as other large cities get online after finishing their factories. The Military Academy has produced its first army unit and is making more. The first bombers will soon appear and current build plan will bring another one out every 2 to 3 turns.
What does the High Council want to do? Make war on Kent? Theyre big. Their army is roughly twice the size of Scotlands but its almost all defensive. Make war on Pictland? Their army is about the same size as ours. Once again, almost entirely defensive. The long war of attrition between Kent and Pictland has practically eliminated the offensive power of both.
Other options would be to stay peaceful and keep an eye out. When Kent starts seriously kicking Pictish butt we could step in on a moments notice. We could also do this if Kent managed to bring the Isle of Man in on their side.
Its also time to start planning an overall victory. The Scottish culture dwarfs all others. A culture win is almost a walk at this point. Scotland also has the tech lead and fully developed production cities. A space win should also be fairly easy. Domination or Conquest? The Council has been fairly bloodthirsty before
Let me know how you want to go from here.
Shaitan
der Besucher
Communal was doing very well. Republic gave a nice cash boost over Brehon Law and overall corruption went from around 300 to around 200 lost per turn. Communism could be an excellent option if we go to war again. It's on another continent so would most likely be a protracted affair. War weariness could be a significant factor in a long conflict as we lost on the Universal Suffrage race.
Shaitan
der Besucher
No map of Dal Raida this time as there was no change on the Scot's home continent. This is Kent, the most likely target of future agression. Scottish spies peg their strength as:
Infantry: 50
Other foot: 12
Cavalry: 12
Other mounted: none
Artillery: 3
Other field pieces: 8
Navy: negligible
Air: none
The Scots have:
Infantry: 31
Knights: 3, in an army
Cavalry: 8
Tanks: 14, including 3 in 1 army
Artillery: 4
Other field pieces: 8 (cannon)
Navy: negligible but not a factor. There is an airport on the continent of Alba under Scottish control.
Air: none, first air units are 2 turns away
Note the pathetic size of Kent's cities (compared to Edinburgh, for example). While the Scots built and bought improvements for hundreds of years, Kent has been at constant war. They will have no infrastructure to support a prolonged action against an industrialized nation like Scotland.
Let me know if you want reports on other possible targets (Pictland, Ireland, Man).
Infantry: 50
Other foot: 12
Cavalry: 12
Other mounted: none
Artillery: 3
Other field pieces: 8
Navy: negligible
Air: none
The Scots have:
Infantry: 31
Knights: 3, in an army
Cavalry: 8
Tanks: 14, including 3 in 1 army
Artillery: 4
Other field pieces: 8 (cannon)
Navy: negligible but not a factor. There is an airport on the continent of Alba under Scottish control.
Air: none, first air units are 2 turns away
Note the pathetic size of Kent's cities (compared to Edinburgh, for example). While the Scots built and bought improvements for hundreds of years, Kent has been at constant war. They will have no infrastructure to support a prolonged action against an industrialized nation like Scotland.
Let me know if you want reports on other possible targets (Pictland, Ireland, Man).
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Shaitan
der Besucher
No voting from the Council yet? Gads, I knew that story style blew. Didn't think it blew that badly though. The next chapter will be a blood and guts warfare experience (provided Scotland goes to war, that is).
Any feedback on future actions?
Any feedback on future actions?
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