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7/5/2025, 2:47:40 PM
ID: PBhKDqrt/qst/6259847#6270084
7/5/2025, 2:42:31 PM
No, you wouldn't destroy part of this historic and grand building just for some cheap materials. Ulrichsburg will remain as it is, even if those barracks will remain empty for an indefinite amount of time. But at any rate, you could return to Rittersbach with a full report on the progress; the bridges would cut down on travel time and put overcharging ferry services out of business, and with some, you could charge a small fee, both from travellers on land and on the rivers.
Later on, as the leaves began to fall and brown. You took Father out to the edge of the deep wood. Where Aran-Arasso, the White Stag, had agreed to meet with you to put the agreement into writing.
The alliance, known henceforth as the Amberheart Pact, would ensure peace between the world of men and the world of fae, at least in Greifswald. Father signed with the seal of Greifswald, in wax. The White Stag did the same, though he first poured resin on the parchment before placing his hoof into the rapidly drying resin. With the two seals placed, the treaty was now in place. At court, the news was somewhat well received; the usual grumblers made noises concerning the historical grievances with the fay here and there, but for most, it would mean that at least they could travel through the woods on the established roads without fear of the supernatural. As for the mundane, there were enough rangers about to keep bandits and other such criminals like poachers out.
The rest of the year went along without much of a hassle; the harvest came in—not too much, not too little. It would prove to be a mild, though not particularly dry, winter. With more rain than snow, some of the streets were flooded, and the cellars of some houses and other buildings had been flooded. The first two months of the new year would be spent helping those both inside Rittersbach and in the wider region recover. By the spring of 1263, things were looking much better when a letter arrived.
It would seem that King Casimir of Mozolavia has passed away of the white death: tuberculosis. With his eldest son dead before him, it would be young Władysław who would be coronated as the new king there. With his brother Jan wed to your sister Charlotte, the Greifswalder Kingdom was thus intertwined with the Kingdom of Mozolavia. Władysław was still a young man but in his majority, so his uncles would have to find other ways to control the state from under the nose of their king. Civil war, or at least a rebellion, would not come immediately, at least not before Casimir was buried.
Later on, as the leaves began to fall and brown. You took Father out to the edge of the deep wood. Where Aran-Arasso, the White Stag, had agreed to meet with you to put the agreement into writing.
The alliance, known henceforth as the Amberheart Pact, would ensure peace between the world of men and the world of fae, at least in Greifswald. Father signed with the seal of Greifswald, in wax. The White Stag did the same, though he first poured resin on the parchment before placing his hoof into the rapidly drying resin. With the two seals placed, the treaty was now in place. At court, the news was somewhat well received; the usual grumblers made noises concerning the historical grievances with the fay here and there, but for most, it would mean that at least they could travel through the woods on the established roads without fear of the supernatural. As for the mundane, there were enough rangers about to keep bandits and other such criminals like poachers out.
The rest of the year went along without much of a hassle; the harvest came in—not too much, not too little. It would prove to be a mild, though not particularly dry, winter. With more rain than snow, some of the streets were flooded, and the cellars of some houses and other buildings had been flooded. The first two months of the new year would be spent helping those both inside Rittersbach and in the wider region recover. By the spring of 1263, things were looking much better when a letter arrived.
It would seem that King Casimir of Mozolavia has passed away of the white death: tuberculosis. With his eldest son dead before him, it would be young Władysław who would be coronated as the new king there. With his brother Jan wed to your sister Charlotte, the Greifswalder Kingdom was thus intertwined with the Kingdom of Mozolavia. Władysław was still a young man but in his majority, so his uncles would have to find other ways to control the state from under the nose of their king. Civil war, or at least a rebellion, would not come immediately, at least not before Casimir was buried.
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