The cardinal paced around the room energetically muttering as he went when the door opened to reveal the long awaited messenger. Before the man could even speak a greeting however he was cut off:
"I know what you are going to say and I do NOT want to hear it."
"But..." the young man tried in vain to get a word in.
"Yes, yes. I know!"
"The ways of Junil are strange."
"Just... do as it says. And by god try not to paint the bathrooms pastel pink this time round."
The young man turned on his heel and left closing the door behind him just in time to catch a glimpse of his elder pore him self a drink and mutter.
"I am getting too old for this crap."
And thus began another glorious 15 years of the rein of the color
Purple.
Surprisingly enough, given the change in leadership the first two years went off without much problem. In fact, things were going so well that the people of Vallus decided they could clear some more of the uninhabitable tundra to call their own. On the plus side this did bring them into contact with a lair of flesh eating murderbears.
Down south however things were not looking so good. Not a year had passed and the work party sent to gather the unpainted cows east of Tentatio was interrupted by a most unsavory bunch of locals. These savages apparently claimed that the cows belonged to them and had no desire of sharing. What's worse they called our paintings of the cows in the sacred color stupid.
The battle was won. But it cost us one of the two warriors protecting the city. In light of this the Color
Purple, blessed be its shade decided it would be best to assemble garrisons at the two crossing points to the mountains to prevent any further incursions.
As such, it was necessary to decrease research spending somewhat in order to permit more unit maintenance. This process would be long and not end until the very end of it's reign.
Meanwhile some executive decisions had to be made. And given just how many fish resources we have at our disposal AND the fact it's only 4 turns of research the color
Purple, forever saturated may it be, decided to divert to fishing once Code of Laws was completed. It's really not a big deal and it would allow us to grow 3 cities. Here's to hoping no mistakes were made.
On the far west meanwhile work had finished on a hunting lodge, and given that a hunter would have taken 15 turns the people instead opted to train a bird. Yea... I don't get it anyway. But apparently the bird could fly real high and magically talk to it's trainers so that by the end of the reign we had some rather interesting intelligence.
Well, you get the picture.
As this scouting was going on nothing much happened. The only two things of note was the completion of another monument, this time in the North.
And a slight incursion to the south met with a positively genocidal response from axemen dispatched to reinforce the city since last time.
And thus ends the reign of the color
Purple, bellowed by all.