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]
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I Anderson of Anderson has finally conquered them all at the ripe old age of 64 I've done it even after the great debt I accumulated in my twenties of negative 6 to 7 digits even when I was at war with everyone in one measly town the great old Jalmarys and managed to defend it to the end iv finally managed to kill the damn dirty khuzaits and claim Calradia as mine [link] [comments] |
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