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Can I make my mercenary company too? :o
The dimly lit hall was much a narrow one. Small candles stood on shelves and tables, torches in the back. Small doors to the sides. Vlad finished enjoying another stupid young maiden, or she was, some time ago. Chuckling at the thought, he slipped out the room. He felt her grasping his sleeve. 'Oh, m'lord, I love you-' He tugged away, brushing off the dust on his collar. 'I've had you so much a time you're pregnant. Not many women enjoy the honor to bear a bastard from a Bloodsun.' He smiled, her eyes widening. He brushed her hair, spinning on his heel and disappearing in the fortress.
Dyana her name, she was a sweet and willing girl - Vlad liked her, she was perhaps one of the most lovely ones left in the manor of Crymson Streams. Most others went with his mother to Lady's Scythe, another permanent residence of Lady Olga. He was just by the hearth when the doors swung open. He turned. 'Ah, Dom. Not another head in your bag there? Or a present to your older brother?' Domund grimaced, Vlad grinned. The latter was clearly enjoying his supremacy in the court. Vlad was a skillful orator, and a seducer. But he feared Domund was much stronger if he ever fought him. Domund had animalistic instincts that made him survive in battle, something Vlad has lost and never recovered. Although Vlad was, by no means, feeble in terms of swordsmanship and fighting. He was trained in fighting with a sabre and a lance, and he was skilled at bows and crossbows. He also rode faster than anybody. He was also handsome. He lost himself in finding his traits and advantages against his brother he didn't even notice he was already gone from his sight.
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She blew the dust off the cover, and moved the candle over to see the contents. It was a fairly old tome, taken from the library of her grandfather's chambers, most of the paper was yellow like piss and many of the writing was too old to be properly read. She took some time to decipher the writing, still invested into finding out the contents of it. The insides were very uninteresting, to put it lightly. Something about the Bogan marriage traditions. She despised the Bogans with all her heart, for now she had to summon the two of her vassals after they've murdered the Overlord and sent Lundland into turmoil. It was all of Rone, too. The pup was bathed in luxury and sedated by luxury, now all of the overlord's crown beared down on his small, rotten head and it seemed it crushed under its' weight. A shame that Theodore died, he had potential. Now who? Constantine? He seldom spoke, and seldom did anything of note. Now that, it brought her mind to Helen, she had some sympathy for the woman. Had he sympathy for House Trisch? No.
She remembered her history, and her house fought against Trisch in their conquest, they did along with House Zollern, and House Dunsch, and House Taxi. Only House Tallboat switched sides as soon as Trisch was upon them and stabbed all and every one in the backs. Taxi and Dunsch fell and surrendered near instant. They launched an attack on Zollern, but drowned in the swamps, although it mattered not as they surrendered. Then Tallboat took near all of Bloodsun's fiefs when they fought hard and fierce. They bent the knee, but forget did not. And Bloodsun repaid Tallboat with the same treachery, same destruction, same revenge. Same coin. She blew out the candles and slept, waiting for the response of her vassals on the morrow.
Dyana her name, she was a sweet and willing girl - Vlad liked her, she was perhaps one of the most lovely ones left in the manor of Crymson Streams. Most others went with his mother to Lady's Scythe, another permanent residence of Lady Olga. He was just by the hearth when the doors swung open. He turned. 'Ah, Dom. Not another head in your bag there? Or a present to your older brother?' Domund grimaced, Vlad grinned. The latter was clearly enjoying his supremacy in the court. Vlad was a skillful orator, and a seducer. But he feared Domund was much stronger if he ever fought him. Domund had animalistic instincts that made him survive in battle, something Vlad has lost and never recovered. Although Vlad was, by no means, feeble in terms of swordsmanship and fighting. He was trained in fighting with a sabre and a lance, and he was skilled at bows and crossbows. He also rode faster than anybody. He was also handsome. He lost himself in finding his traits and advantages against his brother he didn't even notice he was already gone from his sight.
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She blew the dust off the cover, and moved the candle over to see the contents. It was a fairly old tome, taken from the library of her grandfather's chambers, most of the paper was yellow like piss and many of the writing was too old to be properly read. She took some time to decipher the writing, still invested into finding out the contents of it. The insides were very uninteresting, to put it lightly. Something about the Bogan marriage traditions. She despised the Bogans with all her heart, for now she had to summon the two of her vassals after they've murdered the Overlord and sent Lundland into turmoil. It was all of Rone, too. The pup was bathed in luxury and sedated by luxury, now all of the overlord's crown beared down on his small, rotten head and it seemed it crushed under its' weight. A shame that Theodore died, he had potential. Now who? Constantine? He seldom spoke, and seldom did anything of note. Now that, it brought her mind to Helen, she had some sympathy for the woman. Had he sympathy for House Trisch? No.
She remembered her history, and her house fought against Trisch in their conquest, they did along with House Zollern, and House Dunsch, and House Taxi. Only House Tallboat switched sides as soon as Trisch was upon them and stabbed all and every one in the backs. Taxi and Dunsch fell and surrendered near instant. They launched an attack on Zollern, but drowned in the swamps, although it mattered not as they surrendered. Then Tallboat took near all of Bloodsun's fiefs when they fought hard and fierce. They bent the knee, but forget did not. And Bloodsun repaid Tallboat with the same treachery, same destruction, same revenge. Same coin. She blew out the candles and slept, waiting for the response of her vassals on the morrow.
The gaunt boy scanned the world that lay yonder. Winds hit in his face akin to frosted punches sent by winter. Small black huts and houses dotted the landscape, the sea swung with its' white, creamy waves. His mare whinnied and shied as several men followed, unmounted. Men of The Shore. Back then, they were corsairs. It was long then, now they are soldiers who patrol and arrest in Sullen Falls. Domund grunted, looking to them. Big, cruel axes hung from their belts, a buckler on their backs. Most were dressed in furs. It was quite cold, understandable. He knew they were bored to the bone. Nothing quite to do in their cold villages and hamlets, stay with your family, or fuck cheap whores. There wasn't even quite enough whores, and surely their wives were ugly. The first man was older than him, most were. A small, brown goatee barely sat on his chin, or several of them, at that. His face was ragged, a small scar on his cheek. He's lost an ear to blizzard, it seemed, and pox ravaged his face. 'M'lord, you called?' The man inquired, clutching his furs as snowflakes bit at him and winds howled, near almost like wolves.
'Do they call you Bofford?'
'Aye, that is me name.'
'Very well. I have an order. Groups of thirty or so men will patrol the region.'
'Will do, m'lord.'
'Oh, and this.' Domund's hand snaked down his rucksack. He threw a head to Bofford, blood painting the snow.
The man nodded. Domund cantered his horse down the field, then trotted over, taking a sharp turn, and off onto the road. Several of his bodyguards quickly followed on their handsome jet black stalllions. They exchanged several small words, then rode in utter silence. He remembered the time he was proud, proud of his swordsmanship, of his worth. Proud to have surpassed Vlad in something. From then, Vlad was known to make every a servant girl a whore and Domund to make every bandit a corpse. Slaughterman was the nickname. Killed whole villages, dipped babes in tar and threw them in a hearth. The babekiller, the rapist. An enemy worthy to be despised and loathed, and never was there such a finer swordsman that Domund hadn't met. It was three years ago had he seen the Slaughterman cut a man in two, and ominously advance on him. Domund was only fourteen, milk hadn't dried on his lips when his song began. A song of steel, steel scraping against steel. It was then that Domund made a riposte that cut open his opponent's throat and blood had began to flow free. It was spring back then, and the blood ran with the streams. Even Vlad's smug smile had gone when the news arrived.
He found that he was half dreaming. 'M'LORD, ORGULES.' One of his companions raised his voice, sending Domund right into the present. They had crossed the streets, hastily making their way through to the manor.
'Do they call you Bofford?'
'Aye, that is me name.'
'Very well. I have an order. Groups of thirty or so men will patrol the region.'
'Will do, m'lord.'
'Oh, and this.' Domund's hand snaked down his rucksack. He threw a head to Bofford, blood painting the snow.
The man nodded. Domund cantered his horse down the field, then trotted over, taking a sharp turn, and off onto the road. Several of his bodyguards quickly followed on their handsome jet black stalllions. They exchanged several small words, then rode in utter silence. He remembered the time he was proud, proud of his swordsmanship, of his worth. Proud to have surpassed Vlad in something. From then, Vlad was known to make every a servant girl a whore and Domund to make every bandit a corpse. Slaughterman was the nickname. Killed whole villages, dipped babes in tar and threw them in a hearth. The babekiller, the rapist. An enemy worthy to be despised and loathed, and never was there such a finer swordsman that Domund hadn't met. It was three years ago had he seen the Slaughterman cut a man in two, and ominously advance on him. Domund was only fourteen, milk hadn't dried on his lips when his song began. A song of steel, steel scraping against steel. It was then that Domund made a riposte that cut open his opponent's throat and blood had began to flow free. It was spring back then, and the blood ran with the streams. Even Vlad's smug smile had gone when the news arrived.
He found that he was half dreaming. 'M'LORD, ORGULES.' One of his companions raised his voice, sending Domund right into the present. They had crossed the streets, hastily making their way through to the manor.
Hey, Flooby. It seems there's no 171 Lady's Scythe on my lands :-)
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Also, Flooby, it'd be lovely if my vassals also have fiefs with grim, gothic names. And coat of arms with the themes of Angels, Crows, Ships, all that. :-) Still, be free to surprise me! :-))
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I'm almost done, Flooby, just stuck on the optional concerns. Can I PM you the application and you tell me the problem with it, please?
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Fortunes is very lucky with his vassals, unlike my previous ones, yes, Flooby, the hunchbacked old man who ran into woods naked on all fours howling and doing vicious, stupid shit. That one.
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From what I calculated in my head, from all the fiefs I tax 57700, from my two towns I tax 42000, I get 99700 in annual tax. And I get to spend it on my military. OHOHOHOHOHOH.
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By the way, I'll not be using Sellafour, I'll be making another unique country and house, don't worry, it'll have a Badass Head of the House, but female.
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I'm talking about starting points to make my kingdom, not the moneys.
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