Lorsh
Varlot
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◙Fate of Steel | Barony of Berngard◙
Lorsh
Varlot
"Lord Guy has made his journey to the Hallowed Realm," the cleric Caylor solemnly declares. "May Paragon grant his soul peace in aeternum." His festering wounds were beyond the point of healing; this had been known for days prior. By the time his ship was docked again at Berngard, he was already completely bedridden. Salves had to be applied daily to keep the squirting yellow pus at bay, and the herbal draughts he drank for the horrible pain left him listless, too tired for words. His humours were hopelessly out of balance, said so a physician called in from Wesgrath - and Father Caylor, a man with some experience in the medicinal arts himself, had to concur. The dying lord could only spend his final days at home, resting in his solar, tended to by servants.
Days before he went mostly catatonic, your Lord Father managed to share a few words with you.
"Agbert is dead... The realm... it will..." He coughed. "The p-peace... it will not last... Be prepared, my son."
With ascension of Agbert's good-natured, yet weak-willed son, Elmund Hiberion, there is likely truth to your father's foreboding words. The realm had begun to grow ill at ease, even before the disastrous defeat in Valcay. Many nobles were neck-deep in debt, and the last few meager harvests have left countless peasants destitute, especially the crofters and smallholders - and by extension, the poorer knights that relied on them for their own livings. Now, the great magnates suffer from the loss of their overseas domains. The new king is between the hammer and the anvil with his disgruntled barons, and the restless realm of Fyrdos to the north.
Your mother, Lady Adelaide, has already cried out all her tears. She clutches Guy's limp hand, uttering soft prayers for him.
Judith's gaze lingered on her dead father for a few moments. She wipes her watery eyes with the sleeve of her tunic. "He's gone. Agh, it is hard to believe. If only Abby and the good Sir Lou were here to say goodbye," she sighed. Your sister glanced over her shoulder, at Sir Moftan Volstaff the steward, and Sir Arthon Maynard the High Captain. "Some of us look like we'll be owing you oaths of fealty now, brother."
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Heyitsjiwon
One Thousand Club
Robert stood with a stern face. He had been preparing for the inevitable for some time now. Finally, his father would no longer have to suffer. He silently turned to look at the household, taking a minute to consider his words. "Our Father peacefully passed at home with his friends and loved ones surrounding him. Thank the Paragon for granting him that final mercy." Robert was glad that they could avoid the grizzly Mos Teutonicus, and that his father could be buried whole at home. "Father Caylor, will you see to it that the body is cleaned and prepared? After, we will continue our vigil until a coffin is obtained and the plans for the funeral is finalized. Let us bury father with his sword his hand, born a warrior... and a warrior till the end. When you're done, Father Caylor, let us proceed to the chapel for a simple commendation ceremony. Sir Volstaff, will you send word out of my father's passing to the people and the neighboring Lords and Knights? Sir Maynard, will you accompany me? " Robert turned to look at his father once more, offering a quick silent prayer to his once proud father before leaving the bed chambers.
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Robert walked through the halls of the castle, making his way to the Chapel. He spoke to Sir Maynard "Before my father passed, he warned me... that peace would not last. King Agbert's untimely death placed King Elmund in an unenviable position as lords across the lands eye his power and wealth. The blood of the King attracts sharks... looking to feast. Chaos and unrest are approaching. What are your thoughts on the matter and how do you think we should prepare? The Lord of Wesgrath... our direct neighbor may be reliable as he is kin... yet there are many sharks in the ocean."
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Robert walked through the halls of the castle, making his way to the Chapel. He spoke to Sir Maynard "Before my father passed, he warned me... that peace would not last. King Agbert's untimely death placed King Elmund in an unenviable position as lords across the lands eye his power and wealth. The blood of the King attracts sharks... looking to feast. Chaos and unrest are approaching. What are your thoughts on the matter and how do you think we should prepare? The Lord of Wesgrath... our direct neighbor may be reliable as he is kin... yet there are many sharks in the ocean."
Lorsh
Varlot
"Yes, my lord," Sir Maynard replies, quickly coming to your side. He was one of the men that was away with your father and uncle. After lending an ear to your concerns, he gives you a nod. "Lord Mardas is your uncle," he agrees. The Baron of Aldwyn is an odd sort, who drinks heavily and often. He would often take you and your father hunting musked hart in the forest near the ruins of Avon Mowg, and regale you with stories about his scuffles with the Fyrdians. He holds a deep hatred for that northern country, though from the distant days, he does trace some descent back to one of their tribes. He fancies himself as cunning, though that may be debatable. He tends to play up all the happenchance encounters he's had in Fyrdos with outlaws or raiders, though he isn't a proper marcher lord.
"He has quarreled with the royal family, to be sure. And by all accounts, he is quite furious that his nephew will no longer have his princess bride," Sir Maynard says. "He has debts with the moneylenders in Gwyburgh(1), which he will surely be unable to repay anytime soon, thanks to the loss of his lands overseas. Ah... many lords are in similar situations, of course. Few are enthused about the prospect of travelling to Royalens to give a customary coronation gift to Elmund, which will surely be coming in the next few months."
(1) The royal borough in Fyrdos, which is under the control of Carmondy. Meanwhile, the King of Fyrdos's court is itinerant, with no set capital.
"He has quarreled with the royal family, to be sure. And by all accounts, he is quite furious that his nephew will no longer have his princess bride," Sir Maynard says. "He has debts with the moneylenders in Gwyburgh(1), which he will surely be unable to repay anytime soon, thanks to the loss of his lands overseas. Ah... many lords are in similar situations, of course. Few are enthused about the prospect of travelling to Royalens to give a customary coronation gift to Elmund, which will surely be coming in the next few months."
(1) The royal borough in Fyrdos, which is under the control of Carmondy. Meanwhile, the King of Fyrdos's court is itinerant, with no set capital.
Heyitsjiwon
One Thousand Club
"A precarious position indeed... the lords of the kingdom struggle from a precarious financial position, and Paragon knows that they will suffer more once ransom demands arrive." Robert replied. "How are these lords to recover their coffers when there is no war? Should they temporarily grant their toll privileges to their debtors? If that is not enough, then what then, pray tell? We will see a rise in private wars and robber barons... I do not envy the King. Perhaps he can distract the Lords by calling for a war against the Clans to the north... that may buy him some time as it would provide the lords with a chance to raid and pillage the lands, but how much wealth can the barbarians really have? Regardless, we are not in a much better position. We must prepare for the coming unrest... we must hunt and train for potential conflict and secure the health of the coffers somehow."
Robert entered the chapel and paused for a brief moment. "Yet, the Paragon provides. We may find an answer to some of our concerns within family. I will not stoop so low to directly partake in commerce, yet my cousin John is a bright man with an eye for coin. If I were to provide him with a ship and funds to start a venture... then am I not due a lion's share of the profits from the venture as his sole patron?"
Robert entered the chapel and paused for a brief moment. "Yet, the Paragon provides. We may find an answer to some of our concerns within family. I will not stoop so low to directly partake in commerce, yet my cousin John is a bright man with an eye for coin. If I were to provide him with a ship and funds to start a venture... then am I not due a lion's share of the profits from the venture as his sole patron?"
Lorsh
Varlot
"Granting the rights to their own roads to a third party may make things needlessly more intricate, my lord - though I do not know too much about how things of that manner work, perhaps it could be done? Someone would have to to oversee the collection - and besides, many lords owe money to multiple creditors. However, the roads would most definitely be a source from which money could be raised to pay off the debts, slowly but surely. That means they must be kept clear of outlaws and other devils who might levy illegal tolls, or attack and rob travelers at swordpoint," Sir Maynard says.
"I believe that your cousin could be of use in that regard. He never exactly took to being a squire, and it's easy to tell that his aspirations lie somewhere other than getting dubbed a knight. I think he would appreciate being given a loan of some crowns and a ship. He'd need some good guards, though - these are troubled times, and you wouldn't want to have any of your assets seized by unsavory sorts. There's money to be made selling wool, that's for sure - and probably salt and cod as well. I know Sir Moftan is better with his silvers than I, he may be a good person to ask."
Your knight clears his throat. "Other than that, I believe that we should commence with a review of the freeholders in our domains, and their equipment, to see what sort of militia we can muster should the need arise. The serfs are all ill-equipped, as a matter of course - but if things in the realm take a turn for the worse, who knows who we'll have to call upon? Still. That would be a matter of last resorts."
"I believe that your cousin could be of use in that regard. He never exactly took to being a squire, and it's easy to tell that his aspirations lie somewhere other than getting dubbed a knight. I think he would appreciate being given a loan of some crowns and a ship. He'd need some good guards, though - these are troubled times, and you wouldn't want to have any of your assets seized by unsavory sorts. There's money to be made selling wool, that's for sure - and probably salt and cod as well. I know Sir Moftan is better with his silvers than I, he may be a good person to ask."
Your knight clears his throat. "Other than that, I believe that we should commence with a review of the freeholders in our domains, and their equipment, to see what sort of militia we can muster should the need arise. The serfs are all ill-equipped, as a matter of course - but if things in the realm take a turn for the worse, who knows who we'll have to call upon? Still. That would be a matter of last resorts."
Heyitsjiwon
One Thousand Club
"Many notable Lords and indeed Kings have in the past leased their rights to collect toll to repay debtors. One notable case saw a King who led a 'Crusade' to reclaim some 'Holy Land' of his faith, yet borrowed so much money that could not be paid back after the failed Crusade that he had no option but to grant the rights to his toll for 20 years to his debtors." Richard replied. "Quite irresponsible for said Lords, but to suffer the dishonor of not keeping their word to pay back their debts... even a noble's or king's privileges are not safe." Richard nodded as he then listened to Sir Maynard's thoughts and advice. "I appreciate your thoughts and candor, Sir Maynard. It is ever apparent why my Father kept your counsel in high regard. Yes, an accurate assessment of what a potential levy or militia would look like would be a most prudent action to take. Sir Maynard, may I entrust you with that task? Reach out to my vassals and see if they can provide accurate accounting of what they're able to muster. If any of them report something strange to your senses, then please take a closer look and inspect the situation."
Richard would then wait for Sir Volstaff, and propose the idea of funding a trade venture to him to hear his opinions and thoughts then depending on his response, ask him to write to John about the idea and draft up a contract. (Time skip?)
Richard would then wait for Sir Volstaff, and propose the idea of funding a trade venture to him to hear his opinions and thoughts then depending on his response, ask him to write to John about the idea and draft up a contract. (Time skip?)
Lorsh
Varlot
Sir Maynard nods his head in thanks for the praise he is offered, and agrees to carry out your commands. "It shall be done, your lordship. I will ascertain the numbers and readiness of the local militia forces, as well as the armed retainers of the vassals, and report back to you what I know." He bids you farewell and hastens off.
Later that day, you meet with Sir Moftan, your steward. He's a short, stout, auburn-haired man with a well-trimmed goatee and a pair studious eyes that are often directed down to parchment.
After greeting you and listening to your proposal to start business with your cousin, he warns you that today's turbulent times mean an increased risk to such trading ventures. With many Carmon ships sunk and seized during the Valcayan War, pirates have grown bolder in the less-patrolled waters. However, he agrees that exploiting coastal and riverland trade would surely generate some extra gold for the household's coffers. "I think an investment of one to two hundred crowns, and a lease of one of our cogs should be enough to get him started off. However, a bigger ship would do him better, later down the line. John probably knows how to get ahold of some able sailors in Fishley, but to properly defend his goods, as well as advertise their value, we shall need to provide some proper guards for him. His father may provide a few soldiers, but it may do us some good to hire some mercenaries, or acquire some crossbows for the crew."
Later that day, you meet with Sir Moftan, your steward. He's a short, stout, auburn-haired man with a well-trimmed goatee and a pair studious eyes that are often directed down to parchment.
After greeting you and listening to your proposal to start business with your cousin, he warns you that today's turbulent times mean an increased risk to such trading ventures. With many Carmon ships sunk and seized during the Valcayan War, pirates have grown bolder in the less-patrolled waters. However, he agrees that exploiting coastal and riverland trade would surely generate some extra gold for the household's coffers. "I think an investment of one to two hundred crowns, and a lease of one of our cogs should be enough to get him started off. However, a bigger ship would do him better, later down the line. John probably knows how to get ahold of some able sailors in Fishley, but to properly defend his goods, as well as advertise their value, we shall need to provide some proper guards for him. His father may provide a few soldiers, but it may do us some good to hire some mercenaries, or acquire some crossbows for the crew."
Heyitsjiwon
One Thousand Club
Robert listened with great attention to Sir Moftan's counsel before responding and commenting "Indeed, I do hope that by virtue of starting with a smaller cog, that John would be less bogged down with cargo and be able to avoid and navigate around trouble by sheer speed and maneuverability. However, providing extra security and protection to him would be most prudent. I believe we should provide one of our small cogs as a lease, and provide 300 crowns with 100 to be spent on additional protection and mercenaries as needed. The remainder is to be spent per John's discretion for commerce. If need be, I would be willing to send one or two of my sergeants as escorts as well if the 100 crowns are insufficient for John's security needs. Are my thoughts sound to you, Sir Moftan?"
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Lorsh
Varlot
"A hundred crowns should be enough to hire adequate protection for a ship of that size. We could buy crossbows and quarrels for eight men, and pay the wages for them and two sergeants for a year. I suggest sending one from our own household, and having John ask his uncle to attach one from his own retinue. Hopefully, we'll receive less hassle if the colors of our families are in plain view - though Paragon knows that we do have some rivals out there." The Cherbourgs are resented by some, being seen as favorites of the king. Agbert has forgiven a great deal of debts owed by your father, and had granted him lands in Valcay that were much sought after by the other barons. Not to mention, your marriage arrangement with the Princess Anne was a source of much envy for much of the nobility, especially the Earl of Surron. With the loss of the war in Valcay and the annulment of the marriage, these quarrels are no longer of much consequence... though it's possible than some enmity still lingers.
"I think this venture stands a good chance of making us some money. I will have an envoy dispatched to your good cousin in Fishley soon, then, my lord," Sir Moftan says.
"I think this venture stands a good chance of making us some money. I will have an envoy dispatched to your good cousin in Fishley soon, then, my lord," Sir Moftan says.
Heyitsjiwon
One Thousand Club
Robert nodded and replied "Very good, I will entrust you to draft a proper contract with John for this venture. Let us hope that peace will continue for a good while so that we will prosper from the venture and better steel ourselves for the coming uncertainty. Sir Moftan, is there anything else in your wisdom that you believe we should do to stabilize our position and better prepare for the political uncertainty around the King's untimely death? Already, we have a roster being made to account for our barony's men and arms, yet an army cannot march without food and boots. Beyond this venture, do you have any ideas to further strengthen the Barony of Cherbourg?"
Lorsh
Varlot
"It will be done, my lord. I shall dispatch it as soon as the ink dries." Sir Moftan scratches his beard. "Food, boots - you are right, my lord. We'll need wagons and carts to carry the provisions for our men. We should be able to rather easily commandeer enough of these, assuming we don't raise the whole of the levy en masse, and the men are serving for forty days or less. Let us hope that it is not necessary to keep them in the field for longer. The situation would have to be quite dire... and we'd also have to start paying the levies after the forty-day period expires," he snorts. "As for how else we may prepare for the uncertain days to come, perhaps we should send out some eyes and ears to the nearby towns. It would be best for us to be in the know, in case anything starts to develop in the lands of our neighbours. Additionally, our properties around Bronsfield, Oiwhups and Jartford are disconnected from the rest of the barony, and thus more isolated in the event of an attack or seizure, should it come to that. It would be best for us to have riders on standby, to deliver to us any news of trouble."
He hums, before continuing. "An additional matter, the fiefs of Meskfirth and Kaspars are without masters. As the knights of those lands died in Valcay without issue, they can be escheated back to your demesne, or leased to new masters.
He hums, before continuing. "An additional matter, the fiefs of Meskfirth and Kaspars are without masters. As the knights of those lands died in Valcay without issue, they can be escheated back to your demesne, or leased to new masters.
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Heyitsjiwon
One Thousand Club
Robert pursed his lips slightly as he took in the information that Sir Moftan provided. "Indeed, wagons and carts would be of use especially in longer campaigns beyond our lands and away from water. However, given our ships and access to waters, our transportation needs do not seem quite pressing enough yet to require investment. I will keep this in mind, however, for the future if there is a time where conflict seems more certain to occur near the Barony. As for hearing from the neighboring lands for information, I expect John and the sergeant escorting him to be quite an expansive source of information in their journeys. Further, my brother, Louis in Wesgrath, and my uncle, the Baron of Aldwyn should serve as sources of advance warning for news coming from the west. As for the south, our relations with Dripwood Priory and my sister should suffice to provide some insight into news coming from that direction. I will personally draft letters to them. As for other directions and towns... perhaps this could be an opportunity for my sister, Lady Judith, to go on pilgrimage and travel as she has long desired to do so. Not only will she be in service to the Paragon in her journey, but she will also serve as a crucial source of information as well.
As for the distant manors, Sir Moftan, do you believe that our coffers would be able to support the addition of 10 horsemen to serve as riders and scouts to my retinue? Having two riders stationed at each of the manors near Bronsfield, Oiwhups, and Jartford, should be plenty to give us warning should something happen, and leave four additional riders at my service. In regards to the fiefs of Meskfirth and Kaspars, I will have them escheated back to my demesne. Will you and Father Caylor see to it that trustworthy and honest men are appointed as bailiffs for the escheated manors?"
As for the distant manors, Sir Moftan, do you believe that our coffers would be able to support the addition of 10 horsemen to serve as riders and scouts to my retinue? Having two riders stationed at each of the manors near Bronsfield, Oiwhups, and Jartford, should be plenty to give us warning should something happen, and leave four additional riders at my service. In regards to the fiefs of Meskfirth and Kaspars, I will have them escheated back to my demesne. Will you and Father Caylor see to it that trustworthy and honest men are appointed as bailiffs for the escheated manors?"
Lorsh
Varlot
Sir Moftan agrees that John, your uncle, and your youngest sister in the Priory of Dripwood will be able to provide you with news of the goings-on in those areas. As for the ten additional horse, he hums. "Well, my lord, we could accept ten new horsemen - or well, sergeants without maille - into our retinue as either stipendiaries, or as vassals. For paid service, four silvers a day in the field, or two a day while in garrison would be appropriate. So, probably at least twenty to thirty five crowns a season. Otherwise, you could enfeoff some new retainers as landed feudatories, granting them portions of the manors in your newly-escheated domains. The fiefs of Kaspars and Meskfirth are worth about two thousand six hundred fifty acres - about as much as we'd need to support some ten lesser horse. I estimate another twenty-eight crowns per season to be added to your coffers if you instead choose to keep these lands in demesne, however. Still, even if you did that, at least two of the new men could be supported by the revenues of the office if you appointed them as bailiffs of these lands - but I would be wary of assigning any inexperienced lads to this role, lest they abuse it. I would consider a squire to be more trustworthy."
He brings up the prospect of your sister's pilgrimage. "If she were to be sent out, how many servants and escorts would you send along, my lord? She does know how to defend herself, to be sure, but these lands can still be dangerous for a woman on her lonesome."
He brings up the prospect of your sister's pilgrimage. "If she were to be sent out, how many servants and escorts would you send along, my lord? She does know how to defend herself, to be sure, but these lands can still be dangerous for a woman on her lonesome."
Heyitsjiwon
One Thousand Club
"Ten stipendiaries seem to be the way forward given the additional rent that we are expecting from Kaspars and Meskfirth. As for bailiffs, indeed, assigning capable and trustworthy men is important. I would not entrust such a task to newly retained stipendiaries, and would rather seek men who are held in high regard by either myself or my counsel. As for the pilgrimage, my thoughts are that she would be escorted by two of her ladies in waiting to tend to her and assist her as needed along with one of my household knights, his squire and two rangers."
Lorsh
Varlot
"It shouldn't be too find some freeholders willing to serve as members of the lesser horse in our retinue. There's a few younger sons of our sergeantly families that might fit the bill as well." Speaking of trustworthy and capable people, your steward is quick to suggest one of his own kinfolk. "As for potential bailiffs, personally, I would recommend my own son, Sir Eftan Volstaff, who is currently serving as one of my lord-brother's household knights. He is a good lad, my lord. Skilled with swinging swords and tilting lances, certainly, but I would like to see him demonstrate that he knows how to take proper account of an estate. I have taught him some what I know myself of property and the laws, of course. Though he did need some help becoming lettered at Dripwood, I assure you that he is well-aware of his numbers." The Volstaffs have long been the wealthiest of your noble vassals in the area. Your steward Sir Moftan and the Lord Pyther have both been attempting to marry their youngest brother, Sir Gorwan Volstaff - who is another household knight of that family - to your sister Lady Abigail. She has no liking of him however, and seems to have always prevailed upon father to keep her out from wedlock.
Heyitsjiwon
One Thousand Club
Robert listened intently to Sir Volstaff though in the back of his head knew of the perils of allowing a family become too ingrained and wealthy within the fief. Even if the said family was dutiful and loyal, the mere perception of favoritism would spur all sorts of resentment and rumors in the backrooms of the court. No, Robert intended to keep power fragmented and away from a single vassal family. After all, he sought to take steps to centralize the Barony's power and wealth through the escheated houses and to appoint officials who were loyal to the de Cherbourg family and the Cherbourg family alone. In addition, the matters that bailiffs dealt with were a bit too... lowly for Knights and Lords who should be focusing on martial matters as much as they can in Robert's mind. Especially when such tension existed in the Kingdom that even his father feared unrest and potential conflict, Robert could not have household knights of the Barony of Berngard become distracted and focused on tilling the soil and guiding the construction of a mill. Thus, Robert planned to appoint men among the wealthy peasantry who were not locals to the manors that they're appointed to.
"Indeed, some of the younger sons of current men in the retinue would be a fitting choice. I will ask Sir Maynard to select the new riders since he personally knows the current sergeants and their families the best. As for new bailiffs, your son, Eftan? I have indeed heard good words of his abilities, but to thrust upon him the lowly title of bailiff in a distant manor... I find that hardly befitting of the Volstaff name. I am certain that Eftan would better serve the Volstaff family and the barony by being in the service of Lord Volstaff as a gallant knight rather than guiding farmland projects that are wallowing in the mud and helping to tend to the herds. Surely, it is best to leave the matters of crops and animals to the peasantry? I was under the impression that you or Sir Royck, in your capacities as Steward and Understeward, would have encountered good, trustworthy men among the wealthier peasants who would be better suited for such a role." Robert replied.
"Indeed, some of the younger sons of current men in the retinue would be a fitting choice. I will ask Sir Maynard to select the new riders since he personally knows the current sergeants and their families the best. As for new bailiffs, your son, Eftan? I have indeed heard good words of his abilities, but to thrust upon him the lowly title of bailiff in a distant manor... I find that hardly befitting of the Volstaff name. I am certain that Eftan would better serve the Volstaff family and the barony by being in the service of Lord Volstaff as a gallant knight rather than guiding farmland projects that are wallowing in the mud and helping to tend to the herds. Surely, it is best to leave the matters of crops and animals to the peasantry? I was under the impression that you or Sir Royck, in your capacities as Steward and Understeward, would have encountered good, trustworthy men among the wealthier peasants who would be better suited for such a role." Robert replied.
Lorsh
Varlot
Sir Moftan sighs, and reddens slightly. "Ah - you are right, my lord. He's told me that much himself, to be fair. Personally, I do believe that a short term as the head of a bailiwick would be a good way to get some practical legal experience when it comes to the manor courts." After a short pause, he scratches the back of his neck, and continues. "And... well, to tell you the truth, my lord-brother has simply grown tired of paying him such a hefty stipend to simply mind the door of his tower house and drink his wine. Since our brother Sir Gorwan commands the guards, there is little for Eftan to do. As you say, he is a gallant lad - perhaps you would be willing to take him under your wing here at Berngard?" You know that the Volstaff family has run into some financial difficulties as of late - primarily due to the war - which may be why they can't afford to maintain another household knight. However, you are also aware that Sir Eftan is a lascivious dullard - and he is also disliked by your captain Sir Arthon. Still, it wasn't a lie to say that he had skill at arms. He won a jousting tourney in Justown two years previous, when he was newly turned eighteen.
He goes on to mention that there is a man named Jerwod in Kaspars who could reliably serve you as a bailiff, being a lettered man from one of the wealthier freeborn families that area - one that is known for following the law and paying their taxes on time. In Meskfirth, the previous master of that land's bailiff, Tom Wygor, seems like the obvious choice for the role.
He goes on to mention that there is a man named Jerwod in Kaspars who could reliably serve you as a bailiff, being a lettered man from one of the wealthier freeborn families that area - one that is known for following the law and paying their taxes on time. In Meskfirth, the previous master of that land's bailiff, Tom Wygor, seems like the obvious choice for the role.
Heyitsjiwon
One Thousand Club
Robert replied "Your son is certainly skilled in martial affairs. I will consider your request Sir Moftan. For now, we have other pressing matters to discuss. Jerwod and Tom Wygor do sound like fitting candidates. However, I would like to see to it that Jerwod is assigned as bailiff of Meskfirth and Tom Wygor as bailiff of Kaspars. While I am sure that they are trustworthy men, I would rather see to it that there is no temptation for them to grant favors to their own kin and friends by removing them from such potential situations."
(Time skip/End Turn unless there's more matters to address that I'm not aware of?)
(Time skip/End Turn unless there's more matters to address that I'm not aware of?)
Lorsh
Varlot
[END TURN]
Your aforementioned appointments are made to the bailiwicks of Meskfirth and Kaspars.
Ten light horsemen are indentured to serve your family as scouts, and runners in the outlying landholdings. They are drawn from the sons of the freeborn folk for the most part, though one of them is a sufficiently-equipped adventurer from Fyrdos that offers his sword. Two crowns are spent on cloth to outfit these men in your livery.
Two mercenary crossbowmen and eight sailors are recruited from Fishley after your cousin agrees to take part in your business venture. He asks to sell a portion of the salt produced at the flats around Fishley for himself - you know that they produce around seven tons of it during the dry season. Your uncle has a stake in the salt pans as well - he himself takes two tons of that salt per year.
John also submits a request for nine additional crowns to purchase crossbows and quarrels for the sailors, sergeants and himself. He tells you that his uncle can reimburse you for the equipping of himself, and the sergeant from Fishley.
Sir Arthon's squire reports back to you that his survey of the levy should be completed next week.
You hear a report that there is trouble in Justown. There are few details, other than whispers of rioting and anger at their overlords, the Justins.
Your aforementioned appointments are made to the bailiwicks of Meskfirth and Kaspars.
Ten light horsemen are indentured to serve your family as scouts, and runners in the outlying landholdings. They are drawn from the sons of the freeborn folk for the most part, though one of them is a sufficiently-equipped adventurer from Fyrdos that offers his sword. Two crowns are spent on cloth to outfit these men in your livery.
Two mercenary crossbowmen and eight sailors are recruited from Fishley after your cousin agrees to take part in your business venture. He asks to sell a portion of the salt produced at the flats around Fishley for himself - you know that they produce around seven tons of it during the dry season. Your uncle has a stake in the salt pans as well - he himself takes two tons of that salt per year.
John also submits a request for nine additional crowns to purchase crossbows and quarrels for the sailors, sergeants and himself. He tells you that his uncle can reimburse you for the equipping of himself, and the sergeant from Fishley.
Sir Arthon's squire reports back to you that his survey of the levy should be completed next week.
You hear a report that there is trouble in Justown. There are few details, other than whispers of rioting and anger at their overlords, the Justins.
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Heyitsjiwon
One Thousand Club
Selling Salt: Granted as long as proper payment is given in the future
Request for Crossbows: Granted
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With recent death of his father and news of unrest, Robert soon found himself drafting letters.
Dear Prioress of Dripwood Priory,
Salutations and greetings from the Barony of Berngard. It is with much sadness that I must tell you that my father, Baron Guy de Cherbourg, has passed from his wounds. Thus, the interests of the Barony of Berngard and the de Cherbourg family has fallen upon me. I trust that my sister, Lady Abigail, is conducting herself properly in the name of the Paragon? It is of my concern that Lady Abigail and by extension, the Dripwood Priory, may be in danger as much rumors of unrest and chaos have begun to stir with the death of his royal Highness, King Agbert. I have further received a report that riots and other unrest have erupted in Justown... unrest that is stirring too close for comfort to the Priory. Does your holiness know more of the matter? If you are in need of aid, then please do not hesitate to reach out to me, for in these uncertain times we must stand together as devout followers of the Paragon.
Sincerely,
Baron Robert II
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Dear Abigail,
I am sorry to write to you some terrible news. Our father has passed. I hope you will offer him your prayers. In addition, things are becoming more concerning in the Kingdom. Father warned us about a war. Stay vigilant, and let me know if you hear anything or need anything. Above all, stay safe.
Sincerely,
Baron Robert II
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My Dearest Brother,
It is with great sadness that I write to you. Our Father has passed from his injuries though perhaps it was an act of mercy by the Paragon to end his suffering and pain. Though in his final moments, he was surrounded with his family and friends. I do wish and I am sure father would have wished for you to have been there as well. However, with his final breaths, our Father warned us that peace will not last with King Agbert's death and that we must be ready for the coming storm. Trouble is already brewing in Justown as reports have arrived of riots. I ask of you to be careful and to keep your eyes and ears open for information. If there is trouble brewing, then write to me. If you are in need of anything, then do not hesitate to ask. But above all, stay safe and protect the de Cherbourg name.
With Regard,
Baron Robert II
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Dear Uncle,
I write to you to sadly inform you that my father, Guy, has passed. In his final moments, I could not help but think of the days when you used to bring us hunting near Avon Mowg... one of the few memories that I cherish the most. Yet, with his final breath, my father took it upon himself one final great effort to warn me. That unrest and confusion was coming with the death of King Agbert and that peace would not last long. I fear that my father's warning is coming to fruition as I have rece--ived reports that unrest is stirring in Justown. For this reason, I ask that you stay in touch so that even in uncertain times, family will be able to stick together. If there is anything you are in need of, then please do not hesitate to write to me. If I hear of further news, then I will keep you informed as well and I trust that you will do so as well. I look forward to the day we will be able to go hunting near the ruins of Avon Mowg once more in honor of my father.
Sincerely,
Baron Robert II
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With the letters drafted, Robert summoned his Captain, Sir Maynard. "Sir Maynard... this report of unrest in Justown has proven to be deeply concerning, especially when it comes to the safety of Dripwood Priory and my sister, Lady Abigail. We MUST learn more about the situation and get in contact with the Prioress of Dripwood. I have written letters for the Prioress, my sister Abigail, my Brother in Wesgrath, and my uncle. Organize some of our riders to deliver these letters. Furthermore, how do you believe we should try and learn further about the situation in Justown? Perhaps, we can send the other cog with a scouting party to land at a nearby village and gather information?"
Request for Crossbows: Granted
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With recent death of his father and news of unrest, Robert soon found himself drafting letters.
Dear Prioress of Dripwood Priory,
Salutations and greetings from the Barony of Berngard. It is with much sadness that I must tell you that my father, Baron Guy de Cherbourg, has passed from his wounds. Thus, the interests of the Barony of Berngard and the de Cherbourg family has fallen upon me. I trust that my sister, Lady Abigail, is conducting herself properly in the name of the Paragon? It is of my concern that Lady Abigail and by extension, the Dripwood Priory, may be in danger as much rumors of unrest and chaos have begun to stir with the death of his royal Highness, King Agbert. I have further received a report that riots and other unrest have erupted in Justown... unrest that is stirring too close for comfort to the Priory. Does your holiness know more of the matter? If you are in need of aid, then please do not hesitate to reach out to me, for in these uncertain times we must stand together as devout followers of the Paragon.
Sincerely,
Baron Robert II
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Dear Abigail,
I am sorry to write to you some terrible news. Our father has passed. I hope you will offer him your prayers. In addition, things are becoming more concerning in the Kingdom. Father warned us about a war. Stay vigilant, and let me know if you hear anything or need anything. Above all, stay safe.
Sincerely,
Baron Robert II
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My Dearest Brother,
It is with great sadness that I write to you. Our Father has passed from his injuries though perhaps it was an act of mercy by the Paragon to end his suffering and pain. Though in his final moments, he was surrounded with his family and friends. I do wish and I am sure father would have wished for you to have been there as well. However, with his final breaths, our Father warned us that peace will not last with King Agbert's death and that we must be ready for the coming storm. Trouble is already brewing in Justown as reports have arrived of riots. I ask of you to be careful and to keep your eyes and ears open for information. If there is trouble brewing, then write to me. If you are in need of anything, then do not hesitate to ask. But above all, stay safe and protect the de Cherbourg name.
With Regard,
Baron Robert II
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Dear Uncle,
I write to you to sadly inform you that my father, Guy, has passed. In his final moments, I could not help but think of the days when you used to bring us hunting near Avon Mowg... one of the few memories that I cherish the most. Yet, with his final breath, my father took it upon himself one final great effort to warn me. That unrest and confusion was coming with the death of King Agbert and that peace would not last long. I fear that my father's warning is coming to fruition as I have rece--ived reports that unrest is stirring in Justown. For this reason, I ask that you stay in touch so that even in uncertain times, family will be able to stick together. If there is anything you are in need of, then please do not hesitate to write to me. If I hear of further news, then I will keep you informed as well and I trust that you will do so as well. I look forward to the day we will be able to go hunting near the ruins of Avon Mowg once more in honor of my father.
Sincerely,
Baron Robert II
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With the letters drafted, Robert summoned his Captain, Sir Maynard. "Sir Maynard... this report of unrest in Justown has proven to be deeply concerning, especially when it comes to the safety of Dripwood Priory and my sister, Lady Abigail. We MUST learn more about the situation and get in contact with the Prioress of Dripwood. I have written letters for the Prioress, my sister Abigail, my Brother in Wesgrath, and my uncle. Organize some of our riders to deliver these letters. Furthermore, how do you believe we should try and learn further about the situation in Justown? Perhaps, we can send the other cog with a scouting party to land at a nearby village and gather information?"
Lorsh
Varlot
"It is rather unusual for the commons to kick up this much of a fuss," Sir Maynard scoffs. "But the Justins have had things go pear-shaped on them before," he shrugs. You have heard that Lord Miras Justin of Lastran lost a hundred soldiers in Valcay, apparently due to his arrogance and poor skills as a leader of men. Most of them were lesser retainers and mercenary foot - Fyrdians and Valcayans - but it has still damaged his reputation as a commander. It might be a stretch to say that the Baron of Justin from Muldhold shares the same incompetence, but he also lost quite a few men, much like many others, and everyone knows that he is now significantly indebted to the Earl of Sunwick. "Maybe he tried to impose some kind of new tax that angered his townsfolk."
"I wouldn't worry too much about your sister, m'lord. Dripwood castle commands that area. If the rioters are the townlings, they probably won't stray too far beyond their settlement. But sending one of our little ships over with some lads to go see what's going on, probably wouldn't be taken amiss. We could send up to ten men," he says. The small cog can fit about twelve people, and two servants serve as its crew.
"I wouldn't worry too much about your sister, m'lord. Dripwood castle commands that area. If the rioters are the townlings, they probably won't stray too far beyond their settlement. But sending one of our little ships over with some lads to go see what's going on, probably wouldn't be taken amiss. We could send up to ten men," he says. The small cog can fit about twelve people, and two servants serve as its crew.
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