Burgundy
Ruler: Adalardo Torin/Toasty
Tribal
Age: Bronze Age
Economy: Stable, Uncontrolled
Army: 675 men, Bronze Age
Navy: 8 Triremes
Religion: Germanic Polytheism
Culture: Medium
Education: Idiotic
UU: Nazaire Horsemen fast and speedy, able to sweep enemy infantry, 50
Confidence: Medium
Trading
Exporting to: Aragon
Wonders: Burgundian Military Academy (double army size) *Complete*
Burgundy Road Links (+2 economy) *Complete*
The aged General Torin out upon his neighbors. Zürich had indeed been a fair city, in the fair Burgundian county of Österreich, but not much could compare to the wind- and snow-swept Alpine mountains in the East of the county, for their serene beauty was without compare.
With him he brought his scouting troops and his young son. Beagle-bred hunting dogs sniffed round the snow, not really smelling anything at all but the white powder. Their chains clinked and clattered amongst the hooves of General Torin's horses, the entire party gathered in a Swiss valley though which a small creek ran through, presumably a tributary of the Rhine. Young boys with yarn and sticks fished on its shores; it was cold enough for snow, but the current ran so fast that it was still not frozen. Back at their homes, smoke billowed out of Tudor huts, as their families fought to keep their fires alive.
The General deeply inhaled the cold air, sighing with content as he released a coudy puff of his breath into the countryside. "One day, my son. One day. All this and more shall fall under your rule."
His son slowly looked up at the sky, which was entirely blue except for a few thin wisps of cirrus clouds. His hood's fox fur lining, rested upon his shoulders, trembled in the cold wind.
Torin kicked his horse and commanded it to move forward. The party continued to scout along the borders of Rhineland and Rome, observing the natural beauty of their country and their neighbors'.
Orders:
- Improve education.