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]
Let's say a city is besieged by a 1700 man Vlandia host. The garrison numbers 500. They have no chance. But if the lord leading the army has the merciful trait, the city actually surrenders as they know they will not be sacked.
But saying if the lord is a cruel man, the city resists till the end. They will die anyway and fight harder. They also have a less potential to run from battle.
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