Richard_III

Crusader Kings II: The King in Dublin

So i've just bought this game and I have no idea what im doing

What Lies Below

Osla's eye twinged for a minute after Ernst called her a noble, but her rage was soon subdued by her loud and boisterous laughter. She practically fell off her chair in her fit of joy. She soon regained her posture and replied to Ernst.
"I'm about the furthest thing from a noble" She said before taking a swig of ale.
"And I don't much like talking to dirt so I'll probably refrain from telling my 'mom and pop' about this" She grinned before continuing on about their new Kunite companion.
"I met a few Kunite before when I was on the road, crazy bunch from what I've seen" She looked over her shoulder to see if Marco was actually listening in. He wasn't.
"They all think they can talk to gods or some shit, the common ones are usually alright blokes from what I've seen, but from what we've seen tonight, the nobles can be a real pain in the arse" She took one last swig of her tankard before starting to fill it up again.
"Still, good to have some arrow fodder on the team, especially one big enough to take more than one"

States: Peace and War

I'll take allies upon a fair agreement

States: Peace and War

John sat on his mighty, oak throne. Its engraved back faced a wall where none would see the finesse it's creator engraved into its back nor the time he took to create that finesse. Not while John made his verdict anyway. In front of him was a weak and broken man. He was in tears, snot dribbling down his face as he wept for his mother and prayed that god would save him from his inevitable fate. His hands were bound and he was kneeling in front of the small staircase that lead up to the throne where John sat, his high justiciar standing idly by to advise him on the current situation. The noble next to the snivelling manchild had explained the situation, a man from another nobles jurisdiction committing a crime in his. The verdict was practically made before John had even known about it. A beheading was to take place, and as written in the old scrolls, the king was to do it.

A few hours later and they were up a portion of one of the mighty mountains that overlooked the capital city. The boy's head was on a stone carved inwards so that a head could rest on it. The outward side of said stone was splattered with dried blood and John was readying his longsword to add a fresh coating. He raised his sword, the convoy of the noble and John's advisors stood by to watch. John's son, Malcolm stood by, the first time he had seen a beheading was long ago and this would not be the last. John had been widowed a year or so before and Malcolm was mostly under the care of various nannies and carers while John did his duties. They interacted rarely. The sword dropped, it sliced through the head like butter and the head slowly rolled along the grass floor. John turned to his justiciar while sheathing his bloodied blade.
"Write up a warrant for Lord Maclachlin, 500 gold for the cattle murdered to be delivered by next week or see a higher tax for the offending noble." He mounted his horse and rode, accompanied by his son and a convoy of his private guard.

States: Peace and War

Gunpowder was discovered before the medieval era by the way, still I understand why you wouldn't want it.

John Of House Macalpin

Name: John Macalpin IV
Nickname: The Hog, Crouchback
Normal clothes: Seen in above image
Weapons: He carries a longsword on his hip.
Armor: Armour
Info: Walks with a limp that he was born with.
Family crest:
Not important info: Murdered his two brothers in order to be in line for the throne unbeknownst to all but the murderers he hired to do the deed.
__________________________TERRITORY SHEET____________________________________________________________________
Name: Caledonii
Flag: Although each noble carries a separate banner to lead their personal troops.
Geographic description: Generally landlocked apart from one large water strip that leads to the ocean. Caledonii is a cold and northern land almost always covered with snow. A stretch of mountain surrounds and leads up to the capital city, where King John IV resides. The choice of location was primarily based around the environmental war based factor when choosing which city to make capital and the mountains that surround the capital, Dunedin.
Religion?: Caledonii is dominated by the religion of Acropia, worshipping the one, true god Acrop.
Customs?: Marriage is done for political benefit almost all of the time among the nobles and higher classes. Peasants marry when and who they like.
More info?: Military based on that of nobles. Each noble brings troops from their area of ownership to use in war while the king has his own private military to protect and fight for him. Very strong land troops, rather small navy. War or Peace.

I'm going to Italy

Larfleeze said
Dude, don't disrespect Papà Sinistro with trash.

How can i disrespect him by giving him what he is?

I'm going to Italy

Larfleeze said
well yeah but it'd cost ur weewee

I only have one Nintendo Wii and it's a piece of shit, does he accept dreamcasts as currency?

I'm going to Italy

Larfleeze said
When you arrive at the airport in Italy, there will be a woman with raven black hair. Her name does not matter, she will come to you. Once she has done this she will show you an alleyway with dead rats in a small circle. Standing in this circle there will be a black man in flaming red robes, his name is Papà Sinistro. Ask him what you will and he will answer... at a price.

Can I ask him why you are such a dingus

The Walking Dead: The ties that bind.

Larfleeze said
You get back down there and fight those walkers like a man.

What Lies Below

Osla watched as members of the group took various amounts of coin from the pouch, of course the nancy wolf boy took a rather large amount from it, from what Osla had seen he was some rich brat with no proper experience of combat. She could see no reason that the Dwarf had invited him to the group other than money. She took a single silver coin from the pouch and slid it into her sword's sheath, it might scrape the blade as she moved, but it didn't really matter to her.

She took the pitcher from the centre of the table and filled her tankard before placing it back down. She took a swig and was surprised to taste that the contents tasted a bit more costly than your average pitcher of grog. A small smile reached the corner of her mouth as she took a second drink. If no one else was going to drink the tasty pitcher of beer then she sure would. She looked to the new arrival, Tregorn and then to Ernst.
"It's technically illegal, but the law is too lazy to actually check up on that kind of stuff." She looked back down at her tankard and took another drink.
"Kind of stupid to introduce a law and then not properly enforce it, emperor can't eat all the deer anyway so I don't see why it should matter."