Chapter 1: The aftermath of the Reach War
7th of Morningstar, 3535
I'd done it, the godless man who sat upon MY throne is gone, this is only a small step in the way of reclaiming our lands, but it's a start.
Not that he had much choice, most of his forces where called away by the "Queen" to fight some war somewhere.
4th of Firstseed, 3535
Bad news today, my duties as Marshal meant that I'm often away from Coldstone, I received a letter informing me my Magister had died, Agarmir, his name was. A shame, I remember him advising my father and his father before him, It's odd to see such a man go.
Coldstone needed a new Magister of course, but due to my lack of a decently sized court thanks to the godless people of the Reach, my only option would be Thalestris, she's a powerful mage and has been a commander for the Cursebraids for a long time, what to do.
(Author here, while I was playing, I forgot to take a screenshot of Agarmir, sorry, picture an old, grandfatherly man, like the maestar the Starks have in AGOT)
18th of Firstseed, 3535
The solution was simpler then I though, I found a man by the name of Kunthar who had experience with Magister duties and a mage to boot, he too found it difficult to work under the infidels who have infested our lands. He accepted my offer to work for me easily.
Now I can focus on more important matters,
one day I intent to sit on the throne of Haafinger, but first I must start smaller, the jarldom of Haafinger is my birthright, and while it may be cruel to usurp a title that I just granted to my sister, it must be done. The Arch-Primate will surely understand my plight and how I must strengthen my position against the Reachmen.
27th of FIrstseed, 3535
Damn the Primate! He refuses to acknowledge my rightful claim to the Jarldom. Does he not see how the faithful suffer under the control of the Reachmen?! Fine, if he will not authorize this, then I will take matters into my own hand.
29th of Firstseed, 3535
I'll start by taking Whiteflow, of the 2 other Thanedoms under my sister's command, this one is ruled by one of the infidel Reach people. I must begin making plans.
15th of Midyear, 3535
Apparently we had been fighting against orcs, if I remember correctly they attacked in the waning years of the Reach war, I guess they just kept attacking after it ended.
25th of Last Seed, 3535
I pounded my fist at the table of the council, angering rising as I stared at the other council members, "We cannot just...sit here and do nothing while infidels run rampant across our lands!" The other member looked at me warily, "What would you have us do then? Run headlong and die heroically in battle? Trying to break free now is foolhardy" The argument had been going on for hours now, with my temper rising with each minute.
"Peace friends, tearing ourselves apart would accomplishes nothing" Bjorlam, my sister's Lawthane, had stepped in between us. "Tulvar has a point, we cannot be content to sit under men like this, although I believe we should take a more...cautious approach" The voices died down and we all managed to calm down, some of them agreed more with what I had to say afterwards. I looked up at Bjorlam, he was a average sort of man, lowborn, I do not remember where Bergljot found him, but he had helped me save face, so I suppose I should be grateful.
30th of Last Seed, 3535
My plans are in motion, my mother, Alva, has been my Lawthane for as long as I can remember, I've sent her to Whiteflow, I need proof that I am it's true owner, no matter how illegitimate the claims are.
23rd of Evening Star, 3535
Bergjlot is attempting to outlaw slavery, not a matter I truly care for, but the Reachmen have tradtions involving slavery, and any attempt to distance ourselves from them I will support.
Progress is slow, but it's there, by the time my days are over I will be sitting on a throne, not bowing to one.
