Will be changing some things about Melody then. Worry not, I will not change Abby into sub or dom, I have different evil plans in mind.
1st AT (year after transition) And so, the first year of the growing kingdom passed. The colony lost four people, but also a new generation came into to the world. The first year noted over [A1]20 [A2]50 [A3]100 [A*]write in {no more than 200} births... * * * “Hmm” Abby moaned as her husband's hard staff filled her mouth. Slowly her work showed results as it became hard. Sir John Anglesey, her husband, moaned at her ministrations. “Heh.” Abby smiled at the sight of her beloved's face. She then slowly sat on his waist, mounting his erect meat – into her backdoor. She sighed with pleasure at the feeling of being filled. She put her hands on the man's chest for support and started slowly riding him. John sighed with content. He liked that kind of intercourse – slow, steady. After all, they weren't in any hurry. His eyes landed on Abby's tits. They were little bigger than normal, heavier. He grabbed one of her tits and gave it a squeeze. “Ahmm.” Abby sighted with pleasure as the milk shot from her erect nipple. “What do you think,” he asked as he licked the white liquid from his fingers. “our children will have a little brother or sister?” Abby poured as she planted a kiss on his lips, then smiled. “It will definitely be- * * * also, [B1]it was noted that thankfully the ratio of girls born was equal to that of the boys, [B2]there was far more girls born than boys, [B3]there was signify more boys born than girls, something that became normal for years to come. Despite jungle being hard to map and slow and difficult to walk through, this year was when some of the major discoveries were have been made... * * * As Melody entered the office, she found consul and his attendant sitting there over some papers. She saluted the consul in a greeting. “Dame Meloldy Winchester, the commanding officer of 1st Scout company, reporting return from the scouting mission.” she intoned while standing attention. The consul looked at her, then looked back at the document ignoring her presence. Melody silently glupped at the casual dismisal of her presence – it would be a slap to the face for any noble. Bartimaeus Scourge finished writing on paper and gave it to his attractive large chested asistant. Melody knew, that Pauline Boudet wasn't consul's assistant because of her looks – she was just skilled in organizational work. “Make sure to have this prepared for the next meeting, Mrs Boudet.” The woman nodded and walk out of the office, glaring at Melody as she passed her. What was that about? “I'm rather disappointed at your lack of progress Melody.” He said tonelessly and waving his hand. Melody was wearing brown leather thigh-high boots with suspender belt (the legwear was great protection for her legs, from bites of small animals and stings from some plants), underbust corsets with wide straps (this was more due to fashion than practical reasons) and suede sleeveless tunic vest (which was good for the hot climate she was working in). That clothes were [C1]standard female uniform in scout unit (male uniform included pants, but excluded corset) [C2]standart female military uniform (male uniform included pants, but excluded corset... in most cases) [C3]Melody's clothes of choice [C*]write in Of course, most people also choose to wear underwear, but Melody was still bared from it. She unbuckled her belt, with standard military [D1] sabre [D2]rappier [D*]write in and dropped it on the ground. Her vest followed soon after, leaving her tits, pussy and ass for Consul to admire. She fell on her knees before him and started squeezing his 'meat-sword' with her tits while using her tongue to tease the 'tip' of his sword. “You better have good news, cause if not, I will have to spend some time... disciplining you.” Melody's body shuddered at his words. She stopped licking Bartimaeus' dick but continued using her breast to please him, while she gave her report. “We have made an important discovery, sir. About seven days from the city, in the east direction we have discovered a river.” “A river, eh.” Bartimaeus hummed “You are right. It's important discovery. River means food, faster travel... maybe even an ocean. Good. I am pleased with your performance, Dame Winchester. I will see you this evening in my quarters, where we will discuss the prolongation of your slave contract.” Melody moaned satisfied at consul words “Now, get that mouth of yours back to work. You are not leaving, until you swallow at least one of my loads.” The consul waited for woman's lips to closed around the head of his dick, before adding off-handly. “Oh, and I would suggest to hurry if you don't want to be found in that state - in five minutes Mrs Boudet will return with more paperwork...” That motivated Melody to double her efforts. * * * At the time the Plons Brook to far from the city to have any meaning, but nevertheless, it was an important strategic place for the future of realm. The political situation also became clearer, as people slowly showed their talents and abilities that allowed colony to thrive. It was a time of development in social life... * * * “...cking the little slime.” John finished grumbling while dinking from his cup. Melody nodded from her sit. “Duke Josephus Wessex is a smart man. He is gathering supporters – rather slowly but surely. He probably isn't going to do anything drastic, he is a long game player. Only one of ten people are nobles, but double their numbers support them for various reasons.” Melody took a sip. “on the other hand, the anti-noble movement is slowly being pushed. They are far from the time when they would lash, but if consul is not careful and Duke will continue gathering supporters, that can change.” Abby winced. “I heard the other day, some soldiers of your unit speaking... rather proudly about you.” Melody raised her eyebrow. “My skill in command?” “Rather your... physical qualities as a woman.” Melody laughed. “So I still have it in me to make young men look at me that way.” “Mum, this ain't funny. When they spoke, they sounded so... forcefull...” The matriarch smiled and caressed her daughter's cheek. “Worry not daughter. For all of their talking, the soldiers are disciplined. They will behave.” Abby nodded, unsurely at her mother's words. Melody finished her cup and left. As Abby cleaned after diner she noticed a white fluid on the sit her mother occupied. “Dammit John! I told you to clean the chair after our last sex! My mum sat here!” Abby said as she scoped the sperm with her fingers and licked it clean. “What? It's not like she can get pregnant-au!” John answered as Abby hit his shoulder. “Ass.” She planted a kiss on his lips while her hands unbuckled his pants Outside, walking back to her quarters, Melody squeezed her buttocks, trying to prevent any more sperm from leaking from her rear. * * * Unfortunately, not many documents are saved from that times. Many that did survive the trial of times Consul Bartimaeus Scourge Scientists department under the leadership of Dame Abigail Winchester Construction and development department (workers) lead by ??? Agriculture department (gatherers) lead by ??? 1st Garrison company (50 soldiers) under command of ??? 2nd Garrison company (50 soldiers) under command of ??? 1st Scout company (46 soldiers) under command of Dame Melody Winchester People of note: Consul Bartimaeus Scourge, age 65 (Former Constable – higher suppression of criminals, higher safety but only in cases involving crime) Dame Abigail Winchester, age 28 (Mechanical Guru - 1/3 shorter times when developing projects involving mechanics) Dame Melody Winchester, age 48 At that time, when the situation became more stable, the religion started again taking an important role in the life of colonists. Their religion included [E1]many gods [E2]one god [E3]spirits [E*]write in The colonist continued their projects [F1]build a wooden palisade around settlement {4 turns} [F2]build a watchtower system {1 turn – 50% done} [F3]build council chambers {1 turn} [F*]write in and their brave troops [G1]continue scout the area [G2]concentrate on defending the city [G*]write in while their researchers concentrated on [H1]finding plants that could be used for farming {2 turns left – 33% done} [H2]find gunpowder's substitute that could be produced with materials at hand {12 turns} [H*]write in [U*] Free minor political action due to stability of government {nothing big. Allowed actions would include things like: bribing specific people to support the state, some propaganda, a year plans boosting building projects, a year food donations for parents with more than one child, recruiting a supporter for government position, creation of hunting unit using bows} U* - Extra provisions for parents with more than one child. X1: The scientists/construction people set up an Advanced City Planning regimen. [X*] some additional suggestions fo actions? [Y*] suggestions for civilian clothes Zaitia Kingdom Population: 296 adults Stability: 40/100 Children: 2 Wooden houses. 146 soldiers 150 scientist Noble faction: 10% of the population with additional 20% of the population supporting them AN If the proportions of births will be un-equal, it would be described in next chapter by how much.
A1 - 20 B1 - Equal C2 - Standard Uniform D1 - Sabre E1 - Many Gods F2 - Watchtower G1 - Scout H1 - Plants U* - Extra provisions for parents with more than one child.
A2: 50 B1: Equal C2: Standard Uniform D3: Sabre AND Pistol. E1 & E3: Many Gods AND Spirits! (Think Pre-Communist China, Pre-Colonial India, or Pre-Westernization Japan...†) †(And, to a lesser extent, [but far greater than the others,] Post-Westernization Japan...) F2: Watchtower G3: Get Aggressive With the Hostile Wildlife H1: Finding plants that could be used for farming. U1: Extra provisions for parents with more than one child: encourages population growth. X1: The scientists/construction people set up an Advanced City Planning regimen. Y1: Civilian clothing was vaguely Victorian-era-European, except with more acceptance of pants/shorts for both genders as casual wear and knee-length skirts for both genders as formal wear. (Call it a "kilt" if you like Laddie, but just because it's pre-industrial gang colors doesn't mean you're no' wearing a pleated skirt...) Also, "purses" are basically unknown, but, EVERYONE carries a sturdy backpack most everywhere... Also, wool or hemp are the order of the day for common fabric materials, and some sheep were thankfully brought along as test subjects. (Also, they had seeds for "Cannabis Americana"†, though they probably don't call it that.) †(Hemp plants that are still good for cloth, but you can't 'get high' from. On the other hand, they're useless medicinally...)
1st year AT, 3rd Moon The second half of the first year AT was a time, when the settlers started facing many problems. One of the most intimidate problems the consul was forced to face, was something that he first thought, was a blessing – babies. * * * First consul of Zaitia [A1] Kingdom (they had no king, but the name stayed as a tradition) [A2] Republic [A3] Commonwealth [A*] write in Bartimaeus Scourge massaged his temples, then he looked at his secretary again. “Could you repeat this, Pauline.” The woman nodded. “As you know, there were over fifty births – a baby boom, as some call it.” The man snorted. It was a 'bum' at one moment or the other, alright. “Due to the number of babies, many of our people had to resign from work to take care of them... it was not a problem up until now, but soon some of our departments will report either setbacks or delays in projects.” The consul sighted. Only last month there were four animal attacks on colonists – thankfully the garrison prevented any deaths. The Construction and Development Department finally reported finishing these damn watchtowers – it will surely make the place safer and allow some primitive warning in case of dangers. Nothing major but still. Abigail swore to him that they were at the point of breakthrough... that soon they would have plants that would allow them to create the farms. Bartimaeus stayed sceptic. The good news was that Abigail got some of the workers to help to consult with her department – and it showed some results. - - --Granary {allows storage of year-long supplies – takes 4 turns to make full} -school {each turn there is 5% chance of talented worker/civilian administrator to show up – only among new generation!} -workshop {allows production of tools – all building projects -20% time to build, more advanced constructions possible} - - - And now this – they just didn't have enough people to work at the moment... and when they 'produced' some people, they had to reduce the number of working people, to take care of freshly produced people. A fucking, Perpetuum mobile! Add to that Council's initiative 'Extra provisions for parents with more than one child!' he was going to have a pandemonium soon on his head! He sighed. “Let's [B1]delegate some people from the garrison [stability -2, safety -5] [B2]delegate some researchers [+25% of the time in science development] [B3]delegate some of the builders [+25% of the time in building constructions] [B4] Balanced Approach/Take Some From Each [-1 Safety, -3 Stability, 13% increase in both Science and Construction Times.] [B*]write in propositions to take care of babies. * * * And so the growing colony faced its problems. But currents of history don't stay idle, and soon an event happened, that shook the very foundations of the colony, putting in question it's further existence. * * * In the full moonlight, two silhouettes moved next to the river. The two women stopped few hundredths of meters away from the camp, where they were sure, they would be undisturbed. A few hours earlier, Dame Melody Winchester ordered her squad to camp next to the river. She then planned the guards and went to her tent, to sleep. Few hours into the night, when she was sure that everyone but the guards was asleep, she collected her young lover, Lady Lucrèce Duhamel and sneaked out of the camp. No one would disturb them until morning – she had more than enough time, to have some quality time with her friend. Melody put down her sabre, then took off her vest and sighted with content as a weak wind caressed her nipples. Only the sounds of leaves and running river, disturbed the night. She looked at Lucrèce who also took of her vest and, as her, stud wearing only boots, suspender and underbust corset. The dark material of her clothes and her pale skin lightened by the moonlight made an eerie effect. “No underwear?” Melody asked as she started caressing her blond partner's cheek. “What for? I won't need it anyway-” Melody crushed her lips against Lucrèce's. They stayed that way for a while, they tounges mingling. With a loud moan Melody hugged her partner, and slowly started grinding her breasts against Lucrèce's, while rubbing her crotch against blond's boot - Lucrèce mirroring her movements. After a few minutes, Lucrèce smiled coyly at her and dropped on her fours, burying her head between her superior's thighs. “Ahm!” Melody moaned as the woman's tongue started dancing in her snatch. The older woman had to admit, her subordinate might not have the skills, but she certainly had the enthusiasm. Melody bit her lips as she felt she would soon climax- “Uhm!” -but Lucrèce's sudden loud moan into her pussy put a stop to that. Melody opened her eyes... and went still. Behind Lucrèce stud a large dark skinned, naked man... with a human skull serving as his hat/helmet. He held her young companion by hips and pounded her pussy, mercilessly. “Oh fuck!” Lucrèce screamed with pleasure – she definitely liked it. Which wasn't a surprise, considering she was a nymphomaniac – the kind of nympho who would ignore the obvious danger for a good pounding. Before Lucrèce could speak more another man grabbed her by the hair and pushed her head into Melody's pussy. The MILF moaned with pleasure at the sensation of her friend's tongue vibrating inside her. Before she could do anything, two people grabbed her and bound her arms behind her back and pushed a gag into her mouth. She now could only stand still, on the receiving end of her friend's tongue. Moaning Melody instinctively set her legs further apart and lowered her hips allowing her second in command a better access to her nether regions. Gathering her wits, Melody looked around. They were surrounded by a group of men – all of them wearing shirts made of bones, holding spears and bows... some of them had bone piercings. Majority of them had human skulls to serve as headwear. Two men standing next to her grabbed breasts and started groping, pinching and squeezing them. As they talked between each other in strange guttural language and held her breasts as if weighing them, Melody noticed that they all looked at her body with a hunger in their eyes... somehow, she was sure that this hunger wasn't figurative. On the bank of the river, she noticed a couple of canoes – how has she missed them coming? Melody's musings were cut short, as Lucrèce's tongue hit a particularly sensitive nerve. Melody moaned loudly and threw her head back, as long-awaited orgasm finally hit her. * * * At age of forty-eight, Dame Melody Winchester, knight-commander of 1st Scout company was declared dead, on the forty-sixth day of the third moon, on the first year after transition. The death of rather an average person started a time of turmoil in the kingdom. {event 'Death of nobles!' stability -20, decay 1 per turn} * * * “Not a trace you say. No bodies, no blood, no remnants?” Bartimaeus Scourge repeated his question. “No, sir. We searched a wide area around the camp. There is no trace of them. It's like... the jungle took them.” “Thank you, you may go.” The soldier saluted and left. “This is ridiculous.” One of noble councilman present spoke. “Winchester breaks the camp – as usual, plans the guards – as usual, goes to her tent to sleep – as usual, and in the morning she and her second in command are gone and declared missing? And no-one entered or left the camp? That's unbelievable!” “Is there a chance that they are alive?” “In this conditions? Without their guns or supplies? I wouldn't bet on it.” “There were only three nobles in that squad, first was killed by one of this overgrowth cats, and now the other two 'disappear'!” the noble tells with unbelieving tone. “You know what this is!? I will tell you! They fucking murdered them!” Some started screaming in agreement while other denying it. The gathering quickly changed into a squabble. “Order!” The consul screamed, silencing everyone. “We don't have any proof, that Lady Duhamel, or Dame Winchester were murdered-” “-So you are going to do nothing!” A man screamed with fury “You will do nothing while a noble blood was spilled!” - - - Crisis Event! Many of the earliest conspiracies of Zaitia revolve around Dame Melody Winchester, a rather boring character in her life – she was a definition of noble. She who got her commision as a military officer due to her blood. Some speculate about her gaining the position due to her sleeping with the consul. But due to lack of evidence and advanced age of consul, that theory is doubtful. As with many people, it's only after her death that she became an interesting study subject. It's a commonly accepted theory, that she, along with Lady Lucrèce Duhamel was assassinated by their own soldiers due to them being nobles. Of course, there are also the counter theories, speaking of her being rather poorly skilled and sadistic commander, whose underlings under the pressure decided to take justice into their own hands and kill her. According to that theory, Lady Duhamel was killed by Dame Winchester a day earlier, for disobeying orders. Then there is a theory that during their patrol, Dame Winchester and Lady Duhamel met a handsome native. So were they taken in by his perfect body, that they decided to elope with him and become his concubines and lived with him to the end of their days. The native tribe 'The Prime Hounds Kin' claimed being ancestors of those two nobles – but it was quickly disregarded, as the tribe emigrated to the area eighty years after the event. I will not cover the already analyzed theories. No, I will present my own theory, that explains what happened at the time, and all the events that happened soon after. My theory is rather revolutionary. I believe, that Dame Winchester and her companion have faked their deaths. After living their camp, they have joined their noble, blue-blooded compatriots, and returned home, where both women lived for the rest of their lives in peace. All of this was done, to start a rift between nobles and their opposition... and it worked splendidly. The consul was put in a situation, where he could not make a 'right' decision. The Consul's answer to this crisis was [C1] to punish a few random soldiers {population -2 to -5 adults, stability +10 (punished killers), the loyalty of 1st Scout company –30, tyranny +10} 'The government needs to be seen doing something' – forgotten minister [C2] to do nothing {stability -5 (incompetent government), noble faction loyalty (-30), society decay +10 } 'To do nothing is the way to be nothing' – an unknown writer [C3] launch a formal inquest {possible due to Consul being ex-constable} (safety +5 – population pleased with steps taken, ??? - unknown event, ??? - unknown effects) 'An investigation may take six months. A quick interview, profile, a day.' - journalist. [C*] write in propositions (with the statistics you think it would have) And that was only a prelude, for the things to come. “Scandals and conspiracies of early Zaitia”, by Jean-Pierre Bougie * * * The consul ordered next building project to be {time without modifiers} [D1]wooden palisade around settlement (stability + 5, military safety +10) {4 turns} [D2]granary (allows storage of year-long supplies – takes 4 turns to make full) {4 turns} [D3]school (each turn there is 5% chance of talented worker/civilian administrator to show up – only among new generation!) {4 turns} [D4]workshop (allows production of tools – all building projects -20% time to build, more advanced constructions possible) {4 turns} [D5]build council chambers (a) {1 turn} [D*]write in and their brave troops [E1]continue to scout the area [E2]concentrate on defending the city and forfeit mapping the area (Stability + 1, Military Safety +5) [E*]write in while their researchers concentrated on [F1]finding plants that could be used for farming {1 turns left – 66% done} [F2]find gunpowder's substitute that could be produced with materials at hand {12 turns} [F*]write in [X*] some additional suggestions for actions? * * * Zaitia Kingdom Population: 296 adults Stability: 23/100 = 40 + Watchtowers (Pernament+3) – 20 (event 'Death of nobles!') Military Safety – 40 + Watchtowers (+1) = 41 Defence buildings: Watchtowers (+1) Children: (52 + 20% due to initiative 'Extra provisions for parents with more than one child!' – adulthood in 36 turns ) Wooden houses, Watchtower system (stability + 3, military safety +1) 146 soldiers 150 scientist Noble faction: 10% of the population with additional 20% of the population supporting them * * * AN The data is just to show how the situation in state presents itself. All statistics have the limit of 100. Originally, I wanted to make a scene with Melody longer - but decided against it. So, wanna create some characters (with strengths and weaknesses). The state needs talented individuals and troublemakers
A1 B2 Modified C1: Pick the most undisciplined and/or disloyal sodiers and punish them as an example D4 E2 F1
A3: Commonwealth: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Commonwealth B4: Balanced Approach/Take Some From Each: -1 Safety, -3 Stability, 13% increase in both Science and Construction Times. C3: Launch A Formal Inquest: the Consul is an ex-cop, he knows the dangers of either doing nothing OR a sham trial/tyrannical reaction. He, therefore, (I contend,) would react by leading a proper multidisciplinary inquest into the matter involving trusted members of all groups. No extra loss of stats, but nothing else except maintenance gets done for a turn. More to come, stay tuned!
D4: Workshops are Key! E1: Perhaps the troops can find the trail of their officer's captors...? F1: Finish it up! X1: Political action to create code-of-laws and an independent police force! (Votes for all these actions would take effect turn after next if the inquest idea is adopted.)
@moonblack – should C1 be chosen, I will include that suggestion @Nemo of Utopia – B is alright, C is acceptable after some modifications and a surprise (evil laugh), E is okay – but don't expect anything, it would be hard to follow someone on water, X – no political actions possible due to the turmoil of recent events and recently taken action.
2nd AT, 1st Moon The death of commanders of scouts was still very alive on the begging of the second AT. The Consul managed successfully to quell populace with promises of justice and thorough investigations. It was during this turbulent times, that the person of prominence took his step first on the stage of history. * * *The building, stud empty in the middle of the night. Only in the consul's office, one weak candle was lit. “Ahm!” a brunette large chested woman, on her fours, wearing nothing but wood high-heeled sandals and underbust corset moaned loudly. Pauline Boudet, secretary of consul bit her lip as the sound that she made, she believed was too loud. “Mhmm!” yet she continued to moan, as the tongue of her companion continued to assault her sex. Behind her, naked woman on her knees stopped penetrating Pauline with tongue, only to start fingering her, driving the woman crazy. Katherine Balmoral knew what she was doing – she was skilled in the art of pleasure. She smiled as the door silently opened and Josephus entered the office and started walking up to them. Only when he was a few meters away from the women, Pauline noticed him. She looked at him with surprised and uncertain eyes. Josephus put a hand on her cheek, touching her lips with his thumb. “Well, well. Having sex in Consul's office, Miss Boudet?” Whatever reply the woman wanted to give, it died on her lips, as Katherine started fingering her more aggressively. “Ahm!” All hesitation disappeared from secretary's eyes, as she lustfully started to suck the man's thumb. He merely raised an eyebrow and opened his trousers, releasing his tool. “I do have few questions about consul's investigation and would like to see some of his documents if you wouldn't mind, Miss Boudet.” Pauline stopped sucking man's thumb and looked at him uncertainly- “Ah!” Her eyes widened and her body arched as Katherine doubled the speed of her movements and drove fingers into Pauline's backdoor. As waves of pleasure washed over the woman's body, her eyes were concentrated on meat-sword in front of her. “Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, uhm-ghah, ghuck.” Finally, she opened her mouth and started sucking the man's cock. First uncertainly, then with hot fervour. Katherine glared at the woman unhidden jealousy – she removed her fingers from woman's butt and slapped her asscheek. “Mhmm!” secretary moaned lustfully. “You better suck him good, slut.” Slap! “Mhmm!” Pauline eagerly quickened her peace. Josephus chuckled and put a hand on brunette's secretary hair. “I think we will work together just fine, Miss Boudet.” Everything was going as Duke Wessex predicted. * * * Faced with crisis, Consul Bartimaeus Scourge set a full investigation, which he overlooked personally. That calmed the populace and raised his support among the people. But it also created a situation the consul did not predict. As he was about to make a breakthrough in the investigation... * * * “You're saying that they might have left the camp on their own?” Bartimaeus asked as he looked at two men from scout company standing in his office. “Yes, sir. Their pistols stayed in tents but they took their sabres. Tha and Lady Lady Duhamel left her... uhm-” “Her underwear on her blanket.” the other man finished “So you think that they went to have some fun.” consul concluded. “Indeed sir. Then they met something that managed to surprise them or took them out without neither of them noticing. Then it covered its tracks and that of any struggle – if there was one – and hid the sabres.” “Hmm... It's like you are talking about some fantastic creature” consul wondered “or an intelligent being.” “That's my believe sir.” Consul cursed. So there were natives there killing his people. SLAM! He turned to the door as they were opened, as Josephus Wessex and his sons entered, closing the door behind them. “What is it Josephus? I'm in the middle of a hearing.” “I'm sorry about that Bartimaeus, but there is something I wanted to show you.” the duke took out the pistol. “The gun of the first noble, who died in the scout unit.” “What abo-” BAM! Before he could finish, the bullet slammed into his chest. Everyone went still in the room. “It was stolen today by two assassins who came to kill you.” The first soldier was still in shock when a blade slashed his throat. The second was faster. He managed to successfully parry attack of Duke's son – but he wasn't strong enough to face both sons attacking him together. It took but a few moments and he as well fell dead. Duke walked over to dying consul. “I'm sorry Bartimaeus, but this chance was just too much to resist. For what it's worth, I'm really sorry old friend.” The consul closed his eyes for the last time. Duke looked at him for a moment, before screaming “Traitors! Assasins!” * * * On the second day of the first moon, 2nd AT, at the age of 66 Consul Bartimaeus Scourge was assassinated in his office by two soldiers from the scout unit. It was only due to Duke Wessex's – and his sons – quick reaction when he heard a gunshot, that the culprits were caught in the act. Both were slain, by grief-stricken Duke when he discovered his close friend dead. Taking a quick step to prevent further chaos, Duke assumed a temporary power of Consul for the time of crisis. He ordered entire 1st Scout company detained and garrison to stay in the city. When, after few days, the situation seemed stable, he called the council to chose next Consul. The fact that he was ready to respect the kingdoms structure, made him quite popular among the general population and secured the prominence of Wessex family in the Zaitia Kingdom. {nobble supporters + 15%} The council decided that in the light of the last events involving 1st Scout company [A1]the unit would be disbanded and the military will be reconstructed. [A2]the unit would be disbanded and the members of the unit would be enslaved. [A*]write in. Then the council had elections for the next council. On the twenty-first day of the first moon, 2nd AT, [B1]Duke Josephus Wessex [B2]Remi Wessex, duke Wessex's eldest son. The council wanted to have a greater connection to the growing number of young adults in the community, that might influence their children as well. (ruthless - higher stability and military safety, a slight gain in tyranny) [B*]write in was chosen a second Consul of Zaitia Kingdom. People of note: Consul Bartimaeus Scourge, died at the age of 66 (Former Constable – higher suppression of criminals, higher safety but only in cases involving crime) Dame Abigail Winchester, age 28 (Mechanical Guru - 1/3 shorter times when developing projects involving mechanics) Duke Josephus Wessex, age 56 (Gambler – higher chances for fortunate or unfortunate events) Remi Wessex, age 34, duke Wessex's eldest son (ruthless - higher stability and military safety, higher military discipline) The building project of the city was [C1]wooden palisade around settlement (stability + 5, military safety +10) {4 turns} [C2]granary (allows storage of year-long supplies – takes 4 turns to make full) {4 turns} [C3]school (each turn there is 5% chance of talented worker/civilian administrator to show up – only among new generation!) {4 turns} [C4]workshop (allows production of tools – all building projects -20% time to build, more advanced constructions possible) {3 turns – 25% complete} [C5]build council chambers (a) {1 turn} [C*]write in The troops stayed in the city, due to internal chaos. The researchers had a delay of their projects, due to having to take care of younglings. [D1]finding plants that could be used for farming {1 turns left – 90% done} [D2]find gunpowder's substitute that could be produced with materials at hand {12 turns + 25% = 15 turns} [D*]write in Zaitia Kingdom Population: 293 adults = 296 – 3 (event 'consul assasination') Stability: 7/100 = 41 + Watchtowers (Pernament+3) – 19 (event 'Death of nobles!') + 10 (all soldiers in the city) – 30 (event 'consul assasined') – 5 (chaos in government) + 5 (population pleased with steps taken - investigation) + 5 (swift reaction of Duke Wessex) Military Safety = 40 + Watchtowers (+1) + {scouts in the city (+5)-annuled due to events} = 41 Defence buildings: Watchtowers (+1) Children: (52 + 20% due to initiative 'Extra provisions for parents with more than one child!' – adulthood in 35 turns ) Wooden houses, Watchtower system (stability + 3, military safety +1) 143 soldiers 150 scientist Noble faction: 10% of the population with additional 35% of the population supporting them.
A1 B- Duke Wessex's eldest son. The council wanted to have a greater connection to the growing number of young adults in the community, that might influence their children as well. C4 D1
