I have a nice wife, a nice fief too, a castle on a hill with a magnificent view. I have fertile lands, and villages that thrive, hundreds of troops who somehow stay alive. My coffers are heavy, my warband is fed, my enemies see my banner and occasionally drop dead. I have horses and armor, silver and grain, a hall full of nobles complaining again. By every measure, I’ve won at this game. I’ve conquered, grown wealthy, and built up my name. Yet I stand on my battlements when the campaigning is done, watching the mountains fade with the sun. My wife is beside me. My kingdom is strong. My vaults overflow. But something feels wrong. I’ve everything a lord could possibly acquire… Maybe what’s missing another fief to desire. submitted by /u/t-o-m-u-s-a [link] [comments]
Gods-damn-it I'm conceited! I know all the butter-lords out there want to post pictures of their Commanders or companions and here people shower them with praise (or more likely, shit all over them).
And as a conceited piece of sellsword-garbage, I will refuse to buy mechanically better armour if the belts are not just so, or if the brigandine's colour does not match my boots! I also switch to clothing in town and forget to switch back all the time. I want some recognition for my terrible life choices!
Submitted April 19, 2017 at 09:57AM by trumoi http://ift.tt/2pREjUj
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