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Post by King Redgar Karligar on Mar 13, 2017 7:51:51 GMT -5
Regards did not remember if he had spent any time other than a breath or a passing through in the actual city of Morith. He was now in charge of the city and it's whole province. Which was both a great honor and burden. He had conquests to make, and this city was a distraction more for the likes of Katrina than himself. Yet he needed Katrina to be in charge of his actual land and his ancestral home. So finding a competent person to run this city was at the top of his list of things to do in the city.
There were other things on the list. Like taking this grand tour to see its infrastructure. Which was piss poor. There was barely a perimeter wall let alone a keep that consisted of one measly tower. Was he expected to defend a town that he had no idea how large it was with barely a wall and barely a caslte? It was like he was being set up to fail.
Redgar rode through the town on the back of his mighty dire wolf, Baalrung, flanked by two of his cavalry. He was lingering in the square in the market, taking stock of the businesses available.
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Post by King Redgar Karligar on Mar 16, 2017 7:28:51 GMT -5
Regarding was displeased with the state of this city, and by extension, the province. Despite searching high and low there was no large or major tavern to be found. Likewise, there was no entertainment or public works. Trade had slowed to a crawl with a few measly trade shops. Not to mention that the infrastructure was crumbling.
He had moved himself to the tower, where the province government as well as city government was supposed to operate from. It was a dilapidated heap of rubble. There he found two people capable of assisting him, the captain of the city guard, and a scribe. The rest of the government had apparently fled. He called a meeting, which took place in the great hall at the wobbly table in wobbly chairs.
"Scribe! What are the state of things here in the city? What are the provincial and city coffers like? How many people are there? What can be feasibly done to improve things?"
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Post by Azuloth on Mar 17, 2017 7:30:10 GMT -5
"W-w-well my lord. Uhm. The state of the city. You see the state of the city... the state of the province. I'm not sure how to phrase this. Ha. The state of things are that things are not good. Between uhm. Between your border control on your lands cutting off nearly half the country from good trading partners... and well. The conscription from the crown we are... well we are in dire straits. Not to mention the rebellion in the south by this uhm... aliiance of sorts. They are an immediate threat to Morith. See... we are between them and Sorath and Fordeth and their objectives... so yes. We are in a very bad way if you'll forgive me for saying so, sir."
The scribe said, answering a question. He hoped that was sufficient response. Karligar and his reputation scared the shot out of the scraggly tree branch of a man.
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Post by King Redgar Karligar on Mar 18, 2017 15:24:11 GMT -5
Redgar was lost with what to do with the situation the scribe had painted before him. He hadn't even noticed half of his questions didn't get answers. He needed Katrina. That's the conclusion he came to. Katrina could sort all of this out with this province easily, however, she was busy trying to get the duchy in order. And he had plans to continue expanding those borders. He needed help, or lessons in running property. His schooling consisted of warfare, combat, and tactics. Hell, he couldn't even read. Which was a major setback now that he thought about it. Mina would be of no help either. She refused to teach him anything at all. Though she would accompany him and read things to him.
Perhaps he should send for Mina to join him in Morith, so they could at least get some things accomplished.
"Fine fine. Shut up and send for my cousin, Mina Karligar. She'll at least be of more help than you. And put out some notices for a scholar or something. There are some things I need to learn."
If he was going to be a governor, he thought, he would need to be educated to suit those ends.
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Post by Azuloth on Apr 20, 2017 20:09:58 GMT -5
After the Pogroms
"My lord, I have those figures for you. The total number of citizens in Morith, the city that is, is Eighteen thousand four hundred ninety three. We purged eleven percent of the population, ha ha... on the King's orders of course. Might I say, the administration is glad that you didn't give contrary orders. I would hate to be on Commander Palejaw's bad side... Seeing what happened to Hillsfar's administration. Anyway, back to your question. Of those eighteen thousand fourteen thousand are of working age and health. The coffers are full of gold now that assets have been seized from the undesirables. Over ten thousand Ritz in property, and eighteen thousand in cash. Oh and the country side, sire. Four thousand one hundred and twenty one people under Morith's provincial control. My lord, are you listening?"
The scribe had returned to the office that the new Provincial Governor of Morith had taken up in the tower that overlooked the bustling trade hub of Morith. The squirrely little scribe backed away slowly after delivering his news, and exited the room in a hurry. He did not want to be caught by his lord's wrath. Eighteen battalions were marching into the city from the north. Troops of the crown, Sovereign Kingdom of Cruinthe men and women. Over twenty two thousand of them.
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Post by King Redgar Karligar on Apr 20, 2017 20:23:31 GMT -5
Fury ripped through Redgar as he sat in his office chair and looked out the window of the tower of his city. He was the provincial governor, and fucking Palejaw occupied his city with eighteen battalions of sovereign kingdom troops. How was he supposed to help the city under a military occupation? Not that he could fucking help the city during the Pogroms. At the mention of them the Duke turned his head to shoot a glare that would melt steel at the scribe. He continued to ignore the little man for a time, until the pipsqueak dared to ask a queation. The lord picked up his sword then and almost got out of his chair, intending to slay the scribe.
He didn't actually give a brown banana peel about the numbers anymore. Redgar felt like he had been slapped in the face, personally, by Palejaw. Things were going so well for him up until this guy decided to come out of no where and take matters into his own hands concerning the kingdom. Redgar was done. He stood up and sheathed his weapon. Then he strode out of the room purposefully. Several of his men had been loitering outside his office door, and began following him as he moved.
"My lord.. where are we going?"
"To greet our invaders. Call the city to arms, we're being invaded by a hostile force. We're fighting back, with everything we've got."
"Aye mi'lord. No quarter given, death or victory."
"The old way. It's the only way now. Breach my sovereignty? What did the old books say about that... Vos Poenas Damus. You'll fucking pay."
Morith officially resisting the SKC battalions entering it.
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