Catégorie : EN

I was drunk. I had failed to spot the signs and portents. For the last few weeks, an eagle had perched atop Rath Chimbalth, surveying the kingdom. I knew this was no ordinary eagle, but I never reacted, even when it glided into the room and sat on my lectern. Numbed, I proceeded to read…

– By the time I leave this camp, the invasion of your land shall have begun. Your strange homes shall burn to ashes, your cattle shall feed our lions and your women shall beget slaves to our best warriors. The Reign of Discipline begins now. When you feel ready to be subsumed by the power…

– STOP PESTERING ME. I WILL DEAL WITH THIS MATTER IN NO TIME. ALL ABOARD THE FOMOSHIP! A few months have passed. It is now winter of the first year of the ascension wars. What happened? – 10 provinces, total income 568 gold/month, research 34 rp/month. That’s what Turmoil 1 / Sloth 3 / Cold…

– Enough is enough. I have made my mind. I will take… a decision! The Council fell silent. All stared at the bold lord who had committed to action. – Fomorians, at least nominally, rule Fomoria. They should know what’s going on! They should take measures! Organize meetings about the Fir Bolg situation! – Wasn’t…

It had been one tense Council session. The assembly had been copiously Itoldyouso-ed by the Chief Treasurer. The Fir Bolg rabble had been allowed too much leeway. Prior to that, an envoy from the King of Nardago had been pleading for our armies to stop their ongoing invasion. His long-winded speech about the long-standing tradition…