/builders/ - Hero and Nation Builders!

Rolled 36 (1d100)

here is the stat sheet, Cities, along with their size and name will be kept on the second link

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1lNISmPk6toMrv6s6W7BoNvHQ4iUYdlsVEbz622rnh4U/edit?usp=sharing

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1QJpPI81bSWzqZa5HvU_sIJEeV3BXdnLyyt3rMKbN5fw/edit?usp=sharing

focusing a city on population means it will gain

Size * 5 in population each turn, focusing on a good mean it now produces that good

One last thing, more for those people just sitting idly, i will take one pop increase per hour. So even if I'm not here you can keep playing until i get back

Rolled 16, 28 = 44 (2d100)

The State of Remial lay in the great Valley of Rhona, its community revolves around breeding both fast and strong horses and wagonbuilding, to move resources between the mountains very quickly

My mistake also include a picture on where you want to be located and what color you want to represent you

Rolled 84 (1d100)

Population Roll: ^^^

Lore:

Armorian were known to others for there pitch black eyes and led to their enslavement for many years. They were thought to be sub human because they were different and many died working the seas the used to love.

Actions:

City Building (-1000 Population)

+Morvina: Population

Rolled 27 (1d100)

Lore:

The years spent under the other clans made the Amorians spiteful, slowly they built up the great city of Morvina, its walls kept back their oppressor and it's halls kept them warm, but still they were enslaved. Mauraders cam in and stole their children in the night and they despaired…

Action: Expansion

Rolled 88 (1d100)

Pop Roll:

Times were hard on the Remial, in the early days each town had a specific resource needed by the whole, but it also meant that if one town was cut off for some reason all would suffer.

Action:

Nothing

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>5442

Going because HistoryOP the messiah did not update

The population density problem has been solved quite well, with nearly every citizen owning some form of land, even if it is just a hut. Most live comfortably, and surplus crops are becoming an issue. Untraded, (For the people who have them are unwilling to part with them at times) the extra goods are left, often to go bad. The new adviser of King Kaemar, The First of His Name, introduced a popular new system, in which specialy marked metal chips can be used as a method of barter, lasting forever, and being able to be traded at any time, for anything. The king enlists people to work in the production of these chits, mostly from farmers whose crops are out of season. The new currency is traded by weight, and is made of copper, for iron is too valuable and useful for tools and materials to be used as the basic metal. The chits are a great success.

King Kaemar was successful in his creation of a warrior caste, drawing mostly from the hunters and farmers. They keep their old jobs, but are sworn on their blood to defend the king and expanding kingdom should the need arise. They also serve to enforce the law of the land. In exchange for their service, in addition to the existing fruits of their labors, the warriors are paid with chits from the king.

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>5456

Nation: Neire-Lotta

Population: 887

Leader: King Kaemar the First of his Name

The population is rising steadily, and the people are happy. The king is good and is secure in his position. The kingdom is safe, and the weather is good. Recently, King Kaemar took to wife a farmer's daughter, and she bore him a son, who was named Aelfgar. He is first in line for the throne of the kingdom. Some men have been experimenting with the movement of water, and its diversion from a normal course. Small waterways have been built, just large enough to row a boat down, but they have helped the crop yield massively. There may be a population boom just around the corner.

Rolled 11, 34 = 45 (2d100)

The empire of Al'dirva was founded by Emperor Emnilo in a vast jungle, where fruit and rain was plentiful. The people have ample resources and plan to use what they have to expand over time.

Rolled 59 (1d100)

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Lore:

Times would get harder still, drought or freeze, or lack of grass. It wasn't that there were no resources, it was that these would increasinly be isolated among the communities that had them in abundance.

Distances were too great and supplies too strained for war, that trade was the only viable solution. And thus, the first signs of wagonwork, though they would not be perfected until much later.

>Yet another action of nothing due to lowpop

Rolled 74 (1d100)

lol dice

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>5461

The nation continues to grow and flourish. However, the king has taken ill, and is currently bedridden. He does not break with his subjects, for fear of contaminating the populace, but he is weaker than he was in his youth, being now in his sixites. With technology on the rise, and the needs of a population to meet, it seems necessary that he appoint a regent, in case this sickness takes him, to rule in his stead until his son comes of age, at which point, the regent would tutor and guide him. For his regent, he selected Hrunthor, his trusted adviser. The recent population boom has people whispering of the possibility of a large village being constructed.

Rolled 21 (1d100)

Pop Roll

There is a curious custom among the horsemen.

When a man intends to wife, it is customary that he seek for a women among the other tribes. In reverence to the ancient days when men would raid and sack each other, after speaking to the parents, the bridegroom would go into hiding with her relatives, and it would be up to him to find and abduct her. Formerly, this was a literal tradition, these days it signifies the amount of work and effort he puts into a valuable wife.

>Once again, low pop, no actions

Rolled 20 (1d100)

Pop roll

The people begin harvesting more fruit and storing it into store houses on order of the emperor. No empire can run without adequate food and water after all.

Rolled 78 (1d100)

Pop Roll

The weather being neither too hot, nor too cold, the common garment of the horse man is light cloth that is flowing and smooth, allowing for more comfortable travel in both mild heat and mild cold.

In a fight, an army is highly mobile, even supplies are carried by wagon and archers are sometimes brought to battle upon them, though they are not a warlike race. . .yet.

The city states are ruled by hereditary chieftans, and there are 7 main tribes among several smaller ones.

>Gonna keep popping until I can get dat city

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>5469

Pop roll

It is said that the mountains that encircle our fertile land are not mere rocks, but the languidly stretching form of a God, that fell asleep pondering the meaning of existence and henceforth never awoke again. Our fair and mighty river is the slobber from his mouth, which while seemingly vile in the mouths of we mortal men, is nothing short of divine when coming from that of a god. Therefore we must expand ourselves to both sides of the river. Make it so.

(-100 pop)

Pop: 690 + Roll

Rolled 49 (1d100)

Pop Roll:

Horse milk, horse hides, horse bones, although not the primary foods and utilities, the horse is revered in Reimal society, such that whenever possible not a single bit of horse is wasted, while that which is unusable is burnt, the ashes scattered to the wind to become part of the grass, which feeds more horses "so they live on to ride eternally"

Rolled 59 (1d100)

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There are several castes or groups within Reimal society, representing the various needs for them.

Those who dwell in mountains - Miners and road builders, who delve deep into the earth, or climb high into the sky, in search of additional resources

Those who dwell in plains - Herders and shepperds and feeders of horses, they roam the grassy plains to feed and mate before bringing the flock back to the towns

Those who dwell in towns - Toolmakers and artisans, farmers and craftsmen, who chop wood, build homes, build wagons, and so on. The majority of the population are these people

Rolled 6 (1d100)

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The favored weapon of the Reimal is the bow, and archery, followed by swift swords.

Bowmen firing upon horseback is a prized skill for any warrior, to be able to fire on the move at moving targets at range, and then retreat to strike again.

Covered wagons also are a form of fighting vehicle, with slots from which archers within may fire out of. The mountainmen fight this way, prefering a steady stable (or decently stable) ground to fire their stronger, heavier bows from.

Rolled 68 (1d100)

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Among tales told by the mountain men are the great expanse beyond. That the world extends beyond the plains, but far out greater than any man knows.

It is the dream of a people to be able to brave the frigid frost and icy death of the mountains to head past, though none are succesful so far, every now and then great expeditions are mounted.

Some of the mountainmen have taken to building roads, or paths marked by painted stone, to warn travelers of dangers found and guide them as far as any have gone until then.

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>5462

Lore:

The Long winter continued for nearly three years, when the sun broke the clouds down on the city the people rejoiced holding the festival of Pavina, or The Summer Festival, for the first time. The people drank ale and the ate their fill of the blooming countryside fruits. For the first time in many years the Amoria as a whole… were happy.

Rolled 70 (1d100)

Pop Roll:

The Reimal story of the beginning of the world.

Long ago, the great Tishnu roamed the world, and walked the great breath of it far and near. Tishnu was alone, and lonely, and so he took council of the Sun, Moon, and Stars whence he might find a wife.

They whispered to him, telling him to cut his long hair and scatter it about. And so he did, and of it grass and flowers grew in it. And yet he still was alone.

Then they whispered to him again, to pile some dirt high in mounds. And so he did, and of it he formed the mountains and the valleys, and walked about making great holes with his footsteps. And yet, he was still alone.

His patience was tested, but they whispered him one last time, to to rend from his flesh pieces of himself, and scatter them. And he did, creating the beasts of the field, and mankind among them.

And hearing the song of the flowers and beasts, and seeing the beauty of the land under the shining sun and pale moon, a beautiful maiden was enamoured, Aiywen, who fell in love with Tishnu. And she filled the home he had made, filling the pits he dug as oceans, laying her bed on the mounds he built, blanketing it with snow, and following in his footsteps, making the lakes and rivers.

Tishnu grew old and died, and Aiywen still mourns him in the rain to this day.

>>5467

Name: Empire of Al'dirva

Color: Gold

Pop: 990

>Pop roll

As time passes the emperor orders the population to gather and store more food, as soon it will be time to expand.

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>5479

Rolled 22 (1d100)

Victory has a price. Not just in gold and silver but in men and lives.

The aftermath of the war, known as the Jiuxi Conquest, may just as been deadly as the first.

Plague, broke out, for the first time, threatening to wipe out the people. Some say it was retribution for the immoral conquest, others that it was the spirit of evils feasting on the dead.

But though the cry was death, and all feared the end of all things. . .the Reimal survived. And those who did grew stronger from the plague still, and would not fall to it again.

>action: nothing

Rolled 81 (1d100)

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Lore:

Miners.

Miners in the deep.

The mountainmen were subjugated, and put to delving deep into the mountain, not for ores or metals, but to tunnel out a path from the great valley to the world beyond, where great treasures and other lands lie in wait for horses to roam and men to have

>Action:

Nothing

Rolled 58 (1d100)

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Dig and dig and dig they did, and to the Remial's a new love was discovered: Gold

The shiny golden metals, thought to be the tears of Tishnu himself when he was lonely, and highly coveted.

Such would miners both suffer and profit more, digging ever deeper into the mountain in hard labor but being prized and valued for their services, and paid well.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

Pop Roll

Sometimes, in particularly bad series of droughts, in desperation the mountainmen would be hired to carry snow down from the peaks upon wagons, to melt and feed the crops.

The effectiveness of this varies, but it was found out that it was better to melt the water first, rather than scattering the cold snow among the crops

>>5486

Nation: Neire-Lotta

Population: 1200

Leader: King Kaemar the First of his Name (Ill. For now, his adviser and regent Hrunthor rules, and will continue to do so until the king’s health improves, or he passes, and the king’s son Aelfgar comes of age.

The kingdom of Neire-Lotta was founded recently, by a nomad king, who settled the land on the edge of Lake Neire along the river Lotta with his people. They subsist mostly off of farming and fishing, while being adept at handling animals from their nomadic lifestyle. They are short of stature, but stocky, with red and brown hair being predominant among them. The men grow long beards which they add a stone bead to for every year of their life. Their beard is never cut, some being buried with scores of beads and beards past their waists.

By order of the regent Hrunthor, the people of Neire-Lotta have begun a grand endavour. Treed are felled by the hundreds to create housing around a central area, with mines yawning ever wider in the countryside, yielding up their stone and iron to the strong hands that work them. The stone is carted away, tonnes at a time, to the burgeoning city to create buildings for the wealthy, and for the king's establishments.

Recently, fishermen have seen settlements not sanctioned by the king or the regent appearing on the other side of the river. The city was finished soon after these reports reached the regent. Upon the ailing King's orders, the court of the king was moved to this new city, and an even more dedicated guard was set about the great palisades.

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>5490

New population: 200

Rolls inbound.

Rolled 74 (1d100)

Pop Roll:

Lore:

In an effort to continue to venture over the great snowy peaks, many horsemen adopted the custom of the mountainmen to wear heavy furs and thick skins, to give them that much more chance to venture forth.

It became a great feat for one to climb to the peaks of the frozen steeps, where Aiwyen is said to be coldest and bury herself in the thickest blanket of snow for warmth.

Rolled 100 (1d100)

Pop Roll

Lore:

The Dominion looked across the river at its neighbors. So strange it seems for such an enlightened folk to not notice their own neighbors. The Dominion was curious of these people, with their strange customs and their exotic appearances.

So many questions ran through them before the first contact, were they like the Fal-Cir? Could they be servants of the Slumbering God? Perhaps they too were were pilgrims, seeking the great enlightenment of the Cosmos.

"Wait," Said the Dominar, upon his throne, watching across the river with his bright white eyes, "Wait, and let us see."

Rolled 96 (1d100)

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As men dwindle, ever more does Aiwyen be treated as a goddess of fertility, and it is besought of the gods to bring more men into this world.

Those women whom are known to bear many children and raise them into manhood gain high status in society indeed, and are thought of as wise and a good wife. Thus, the opposite, and barren wives gain some of the worst lot in life.

>Another long series of nothing from no pop nowhere

Rolled 29 (1d100)

Pop roll:

There is a peculiar mixing of the cultures of the more nomadic horsemen of the plains, and the town dwellers, and the mountainment.

Some have taken to dwelling in mobile wagons, to reduce the amount of time needed for setting up and setting down camps.

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>5491

Nation: Neire-Lotta

Population: 200+Turn Gains

Cities: 1,

Leader: King Kaemar the First of his Name (Ill. For now, his adviser and regent Hrunthor rules, and will continue to do so until the king’s health improves, or he passes, and the king’s son Aelfgar comes of age.

The kingdom of Neire-Lotta was founded recently, by a nomad king, who settled the land on the edge of Lake Neire along the river Lotta with his people. They subsist mostly off of farming and fishing, while being adept at handling animals from their nomadic lifestyle. They are short of stature, but stocky, with red and brown hair being predominant among them. The men grow long beards which they add a stone bead to for every year of their life. Their beard is never cut, some being buried with scores of beads and beards past their waists.

Once the city was built, it was named Kaemar City, in honour of the king. The regent decided to open up diplomacy with these strange people across the river. Emissaries were sent, bearing gifts of bread, meat, fruits and vegetables. With them, they brought their gifts and their goodwill.

The young Prince Aelfgar is maturing into a young man. The king decreed that once the boy can hold his father's sword above his head, with one hand, for one day, he shall be king. The boy soon took to practicing with stones, carrying ever heavier ones above his head while he went about his daily business.

Rolled 8 (1d100)

Pop Roll

Lore: The Emissaries were received warmly by the highest amongst the Cir, their gifts distributed fairly amongst the castes according to their proper standing before they were brought before the Dominar. The Dominar's body retained its almost skeletal figure from his long fasting and meditation, but he seemed as animated as the sprightliest Ra youth.

The Dominar could not speak the language of his guests, nor he his, but he projected a warmth about him and an apparent curiousity of their ways. He ordered reciprocal gifts be given to their guests to be taken to their ruler in kind.

While in the company of the Dominar, the emissaries found themselves repeatedly gazed upon by the more flirtacious among the Cir's young maidens. Such an odd and exotic people, with great flowing beards, it stands to reason they were amazed. Of course, when caught, the maidens scurried away, giggling and tittering among themselves.

Eventually the visitors were given a friendly farewell when their time with the Dominion was at an end, the people arranging themselves along the river to cheer their passing and encourage their return.

Rolled 37 (1d100)

Pop Roll:

Lore:

Hrall Kenesh had a son, Zharmeck, who would inherit the reins of the horse people.

When he was young, his father told him this.

"My son, the Horse Men, the Mountainmen, the Townmen, we are as all one. One people.

But we are few, and the dangers many, our mountains protect us, but also pen us in, like penned horses who can only breed so much.

You must find a way beyond our mountains, so that our people may flourish, and grow as Tishnu intended. Take and make wives of the women beyond the mountain, who are fair and beautiful as Aiwyen, and make the world our feeding ground."

Rolled 86 (1d100)

Pop Roll:

The Reimal practice cremation as part of their burial process, just as their horses, so that they may ride the winds eternally.

Rolled 31 (1d100)

Pop Roll

Lore:

Fruit of the plains, the wheat, barley, and corn is the primary foodstuffs that feed the people, though irrigation is difficult far from the water sources where the towndwellers live

Rolled 15 (1d100)

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While waiting on a response from the people across the river, the Dominar was approached by a member of the Ra. The Ra declared that he felt the strange men across the river were no better that the Fal-Cir, with their strange customs and odd appearance. The Ra questioned if it was wise to treat them so warmly.

In response, the Dominar took a peach and asked the Ra to give him his knife. When the warrior obliged, the Dominar cut the peach in two.

"One of these halves is us, the other is our neighbors. Doing as you said we have split ourselves away from there and recognized that we are not fundamentally the same. The insides of this peach have begun to rot as soon as I made the cut, just as our two peoples will rot should we seek to divide ourselves. If we seek to fight our neighbors, who have shown no desire to harm us, then what shall we do when the Fal-Cir come again?"

At that point, the Dominar crushed the half of the peach representing the Dominion with his bare hand. The juices of the fruit ran down his arm as the Ra stared.

"The Fal-Cir will destroy us. Now go defend against our true enemies and allow the Cir to deal with the folk across the river."

Cowed, the Ra walked away, reminded of his place in the Cirratam hierarchy.

Rolled 16 (1d100)

Nation: Neire-Lotta

Population: 234

Leader: King Kaemar the First of his Name (Ill. For now, his adviser and regent Hrunthor rules, and will continue to do so until the king’s health improves, or he passes, and the king’s son Aelfgar comes of age.

The kingdom of Neire-Lotta was founded recently, by a nomad king, who settled the land on the edge of Lake Neire along the river Lotta with his people. They subsist mostly off of farming and fishing, while being adept at handling animals from their nomadic lifestyle. They are short of stature, but stocky, with red and brown hair being predominant among them. The men grow long beards which they add a stone bead to for every year of their life. Their beard is never cut, some being buried with scores of beads and beards past their waists. They use metal chits as currency and have a standing guard. The capital of the kingdom is Kaemar City, where the king makes his court.

A throng is gathered in front of the gates of the King's Castle. The regent Hrunthor called a gathering of the people of the town. When he stepped out, and people saw the look on his face, their fears were confirmed before he even spoke.

"Men and Women of the kingdom. I bear sad tidings: King Kaemar is dead."

A general cry went up among the crowd. Hrunthor simply stood there, and waited for the commotion to die down.

"Friends, this is indeed a sad day, but our nation is not headless. Indeed, right now, Prince Aelfgar prepares to address you."

With that, he headed back into the castle. The crowd waited for an hour, not a sound among them, when at last, a young man walked from the castle, flanked by an honour guard, with Hrunthor and a priest with him. On his side, was the Blade of Kaemar. The priest carried a crown upon a pillow. A commotion arose for a while, but they were stilled when the boy raised his hand. He spoke firmly, his voice never wavering in his grief.

"Countrymen. I thank you for your suppourt in this ordeal, as my family does, and as the king did. Just two hours ago, as my father lay dying, I completed his task."

The young man drew the blade at his side, and held it aloft, the sun's rays catching upon its polished surface.

"I have held The Blade of Kaemar for a day to show my devotion to the people of Neire-Lotta. Upon my life," He sheathed the sword and took the crown from the priest, "I swear to attempt to live up to my father's example, and carry on the line of kings."

The crowd erupted into a bittersweet howl, as they chanted the name of the fallen Kaemar, and the boy king Aelfgar, the First of His Name.

Rolled 12 (1d100)

Pop Roll:

Lore: I have completely run out of ideas of anything that does not involve some amount of progress.

So. . .that I have some semblance of an excuse to keep posting and boost my pop. . .we may as well talk about the Reimal's many failed attempts to break the boundaries imposed upon them

First, there was the time the council ordered a specific holiday in which great festivities and especially orgies were encouraged in the great tribal communities.

Needless to say this wasn't as effective as it could have been, due to the fact that mothers who gave birth were unable to find willing fathers for their dubiously sired children.

Rolled 74 (1d100)

Pop roll:

With a new city set up the empress orders the people to focus on making their new home greater

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>5615

>I Really hope you're counting all the pop rolls

>I have like 20+ of them and am inching forward compared to others who only have like. . .9

Pop Roll

Lore:

In truth, the state wide festivities ended up being more succesful than realized. The solution was to create a system where unmarried women with Children would mandatory be made into concubines for men, and work for their pay and for that of their children.

This satisfied the male parties, resulting in a culture where a wife would provide the male heir to the family, while numerous concubines would birth and care for other children, who would be considered part of the family, but not heir as head.

A strong familial based system began to develop even among inside the old tribes themselves, such hat simply being part of a clan in a community no longer held the same feeling of inclusiveness it once did.

The great families began to develop, and this would play a greater roll in the years to come

Rolled 37 (1d100)

The horsemen began to experiment with new types of communities.

One of the more popular ones was a "moving town" which consisted of a great long wagon train, wherein covered wagon homes would move along with the herds

Rolled 5 (1d100)

Nation: Neire-Lotta

Population: 250

Leader: King Aelfgar, the First of his Name, aided by the Regent Hrunthor

The kingdom of Neire-Lotta was founded recently, by a nomad king, who settled the land on the edge of Lake Neire along the river Lotta with his people. They subsist mostly off of farming and fishing, while being adept at handling animals from their nomadic lifestyle. They are short of stature, but stocky, with red and brown hair being predominant among them. The men grow long beards which they add a stone bead to for every year of their life. Their beard is never cut, some being buried with scores of beads and beards past their waists. They use metal chits as currency and have a standing guard. The capital of the kingdom is Kaemar City, where the king makes his court.

The kingdom carried on surprisingly well, despite the death of one king and the coronation of another. Unfortunately, soon after that, an incident arose. One day, a farmer from a village far in the west ran into the city as quickly as he could, and demanded to speak with someone of authority. He was met by the Regent and Advisor of the King, Hrunthor.

"I have come forth to meet with you." said the old man. "You had best not be wasting my time."

The peasant bowed his head.

"Milord. I come from a nameless village in the West, where we grow wheat and barley and other such crops. Just yesterday, a band of men attacked the town. They burned the crops, razed the village, killed the men, and took the women. There was no method to their madness. Nothing to justify their carnage. Please. I beg of you. Send help."

The withered wiseman leaned on his staff, his gathered black robes concealing his face and thus his expression.

"This is grave news, serf. Armed men will be dispatched to your village with utmost haste. They will bring with them trackers and warriors. They will find the enemy and destroy them in retribution for this heinous act"

The farmer fell to the ground in relief and exhaustion. The Regent called for a healer, and the man was taken away. Soon afterwards, a group of men was ready to go, drawn from the King's militia. Hunters were among them, experts in the art of tracking. At the dawn of the next day, they set out from the city, carrying weapons and provisions, following the river Westwards.

Over the past few months, the King had adjusted to his new role quite well. The emissaries were scheduled to have reached the other kingdom by now, and many wondered why they had not yet returned. Aelfgar decided that in the face of the bandit attacks, and in the wake of the recent bandit attack, the town should fortify itself, a barracks should be created, and a dedicated guard, as well as a force of career soldiers, be created. The seeds for another historical change had been sewn, now it was time for the people to wait for them to grow.

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>5756

The scouts soon reached the village to find it plundered. They sent some scouts to follow the tracks. What they found at the end of the tracks astounded them. There was a horde of nomads, set up in tents. There must have been hundreds of them. The scouts managed to link away. Soon the group headed back to the city. By the time that they had arrived, changes had taken place. Soldiers were being trained in the barracks. Bowyers were fletching and smiths were forging. Horses were being tamed and the walls of the city were being inspected. People scurried back and forth with materials for the soldiers, suppliers, and builders. The scouts came to the castle and were let in by the forces of the king. They were mey by Aelfgar and Hrunthor, both of which agreed that action should be taken against the nomads. The nation was mobilizing for war, and it had a definite target.

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>5861

Updated stats:

Nation: Neire-Lotta

Population: 260

Leader: King Aelfgar, the First of his Name, aided by the Regent Hrunthor

>>5862

Fuck. Ignore that roll.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>5861

Nation: Neire-Lotta

Population: 260

Leader: King Aelfgar, the First of his Name, aided by the Regent Hrunthor

The war party was assembled, and the king was prepared to lead his men into battle, but Hrunthor talked him out of it. Without an heir, should the king fall, the kingdom would descend into chaos. Hrunthor also argued that the soldiers were too green, and needed to practice. The king, as always, listened to his advisor, for he was just a boy, but was swiftly becoming a man. He soon took to wife the daughter of a fish merchant, named Yvonne. Meanwhile, the Regent appointed a minister to oversee the training of the army, Falstrom Golfisson. Golfisson was chosen, because of the adeptness that he showed as a shepherd, placing his men in the best positions to drive the sheep that he herded into a pen. Hrunthor thought that this would be an asset in the battles to come, and approached him about the opportunity. He graciously accepted.

The emissaries of Neire-Lotta soon reached the lands of the civilization across the river, finding a people inclined to meditation, as well as euphamism and simile. They brought their gifts before the leader of their kingdom, known as the Dominar. The baskets that they brought overflowed with fruits and salted meats and fishes. The bread was soft, and the wine was sweet.

>>5886

Current Pop: 265

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>5869

Nation: Neire-Lotta

Population: 292

Leader: King Aelfgar, the First of his Name, aided by the Regent Hrunthor

Later, the realm was ready for war. Falstrom headed out with a force of elite men, who had sparred with each other with every possible weapon, every day, for months on end. Their armour gleamed in the sunlight, and sang a song as they marched across the city and out of the walls. Soon, they would reach the land of the bandits. Some had stayed behind to protect the city and the king.

As the soldiers left, Aelfgar was distraught that he could not see battle, for he trained with his men and was an adept fighter. All of his sadness, however, was dispelled when Yvonne revealed that she was with child. The news soon spread throughout the kingdom that the throne would soon have an heir.

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>5915

Nation: Neire-Lotta

Population: 361

Leader: King Aelfgar, the First of his Name, aided by the Regent Hrunthor

Eventually, the warband reached the bandit camp. They found that the robbers had not moved from their previous position. The looters were stealthily surrounded, and Falstrom sprung his trap. Soldiers dashed into the midst of the camp, and killed many of the bandits unawares. Most were butchered without much resistance, but some put up a fight. Thirteen good men died. These men will not see their families again in this world, but will go on to feast in the halls of the gods.

Amongst the wreckage of the bandit camp, one soldier found an odd thing. It was a stone, about the size of a barrel. It was shaped like an egg, with markings carved into it. Swirls and ridges, knots and circles laid upon its face. It glowed yellow on the inside, like the rays of the setting sun on a field of wheat. The stone was put on a wagon, and brought back with other spoils, and the dead.

-13 Men