Dead wife, older leader, unappealing heir; I am getting more of a President Ersh vibe and the dynastic end could be in sight. Thank you for the update.
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Flavia's dead? That's sad...
Is all of this bison hunting enough to count as overhunting and therefore offensive the native inhabitants of the region (like in OTL)?
Is all of this bison hunting enough to count as overhunting and therefore offensive the native inhabitants of the region (like in OTL)?
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That's an excellent point! ....rededication, perhaps?
Troubled times, perhaps, in the horizon. End of the dynasty? As in *gasp* a republoc??? Horror.
Yeah, it was sad, but it explains the poor handling of his heir. As for the natives being angry....white men killing their food for fun...?
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Chapter X
Pronoia, Elysium
August 19th, 1786
Aurelian Galantinus walked the gardens of his palace, in deep thought. Stopping to smell the flowers of his dear Flavia’s garden, he sighed and wiped a tear. They had had a good run, he told himself. Married at 20, together for over forty-five years. It had been good years. Blessed years. Blessed by the gods, by country, by family. Five children, of which Pavlos the eldest would inherit him one day.
Soon, probably. Aurelian was seventy years old now, older than most people became. He was thankful for his life. Not everyone had a loving spouse. Not everyone had children to be proud of. Or children at all. He had lived a sheltered life compared to most, even during the civil war.
Pavlos was a good kid, he knew. Loved his father, loved his mother, loved his siblings. But Aurelian worried. The kid – he was not a kid anymore, Aurelian told himself, the man was in his forties!
He sighed.
The man he had brought up was not his mother. Nor his father. Flavia had been beloved by the populace. Aurelian too was well regarded. People disliked Pavlos. He was brave, yes. He was a good politician. But…. he was increasingly cruel in his dealings with people. And he drank too much. The man Aurelian had set his hopes to was too harsh and unyielding.
Aurelian was afraid. Afraid of his failings. He had dreams for the country. Dreams he had worked hard to achieve. Dreams for not only his family’s legacy, but for the legacy of Elysium. He remembered the soothsayer’s word all too well. “Less than wished for”.
He wished so much for his child. Was this his failing? As a father? As a king? A king needed his legacy to endure to the next generation. Pavlos still refused to settle in marriage. Albeit rumors had it he sired children, none were legally his and none were publicly known – or known to Aurelian for that matter.
And Aurelian’s time was closing on to its end. He prayed to the gods – all of them – that he had not left Elysium a poisoned future.
August 19th, 1786
Aurelian Galantinus walked the gardens of his palace, in deep thought. Stopping to smell the flowers of his dear Flavia’s garden, he sighed and wiped a tear. They had had a good run, he told himself. Married at 20, together for over forty-five years. It had been good years. Blessed years. Blessed by the gods, by country, by family. Five children, of which Pavlos the eldest would inherit him one day.
Soon, probably. Aurelian was seventy years old now, older than most people became. He was thankful for his life. Not everyone had a loving spouse. Not everyone had children to be proud of. Or children at all. He had lived a sheltered life compared to most, even during the civil war.
Pavlos was a good kid, he knew. Loved his father, loved his mother, loved his siblings. But Aurelian worried. The kid – he was not a kid anymore, Aurelian told himself, the man was in his forties!
He sighed.
The man he had brought up was not his mother. Nor his father. Flavia had been beloved by the populace. Aurelian too was well regarded. People disliked Pavlos. He was brave, yes. He was a good politician. But…. he was increasingly cruel in his dealings with people. And he drank too much. The man Aurelian had set his hopes to was too harsh and unyielding.
Aurelian was afraid. Afraid of his failings. He had dreams for the country. Dreams he had worked hard to achieve. Dreams for not only his family’s legacy, but for the legacy of Elysium. He remembered the soothsayer’s word all too well. “Less than wished for”.
He wished so much for his child. Was this his failing? As a father? As a king? A king needed his legacy to endure to the next generation. Pavlos still refused to settle in marriage. Albeit rumors had it he sired children, none were legally his and none were publicly known – or known to Aurelian for that matter.
And Aurelian’s time was closing on to its end. He prayed to the gods – all of them – that he had not left Elysium a poisoned future.
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I see that Aurelian has embraced more traditional garb in his golden years. I too hope that Pavlos can refrain from despoiling his parents’ legacy.
Hard to get the AI to work for me.
All:
Potential problem: New patch and the Steam rollback only give me the option for 1.5.9, while I last played on 1.5.13. So save might be tainted. We'll see. I have content for another century worth of gameplay though.
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Sorry I haven't been keeping up with comments; busy week at work. Looks like things have been going by quickly--hopefully the patch doesn't spoil it.
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Got a warning, and so far all I can say is game is CONSIDERABLY slower.
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Update: Game works, sorta. Slow, but also naval invasions doesn't work, not for me and not for my allies. In a perpetual war right now. I will use the console to fix this, but only after the war now has been won for a couple of years. After that I might consider ending the campaign there.
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Enjoy it while you can, when it is no longer fun, move on. Moving on, may be what the populace does if Pavlos takes charge. Thank you and good luck.
It's become a slog, but I am at the end of the 1800s, so I have a lot to tell in the mean time!
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Pavlos might be a massive problem. Can Aurelian's other children save Elysia from him? Can his advisors successfully temper him?
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Often parents cannot prevent their children from going their own way. And unfortunately the children often do the opposite of how their parents would wish. Hope that doesn't spell trouble for Elysium.
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History is full of heirs who managed to ruin all of the good their predecessor accomplished. Sad about Flavia, btw.
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He will be a problem. We're just entering now...
It does. This guy is a cruel drunk with early signs of mental disorders.
Yeah, I was sad to see her go. But surely they'll be reunited on Olympus, right?
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Chapter XI
Pronoia, Elysium
February 13th, 1798
“Three years. Three years since father went to Olympus.”
King Pavlos Galantinus groaned, and then took another sip of his liquor. His body definitely had seen better days.
Another sip. Did this batch taste funny? Yes, it definitely did. He’d make sure the supplier got paid less next time. Perhaps some whipping of the boy who did the errands would make them do better next time. This could not do.
There it was again. The faint, murmuring voices. Was someone watching him? He looked around. No one. But he did hear something! Better get his guards to do another sweep of the rooms, there had to be some hidden room somewhere.
He sighed, took another, deep sip. Yep, definitely tasted funny. But it did help him relax.
Groaning, he reached for the latest reports from the front. The Arapaho was defeated. And punished. Harshly. The Anitsalagi was next. They would, too, be harshly punished for their insolence. He swore under his breath. Another report, telling him that the Cheyenne was close to revolt – possibly, it said, but he knew those bastards were surely planning something!
He closed his eyes. Rubbed them. The whispers. They were getting louder, weren’t they? Where on Zeus’ toga were they coming from? No matter. He had guards everywhere these days. If someone tried something – anything – they’d be dealt with.
If not…if not the guards were in on it too? He shivered. He better get them double checked. Again. Could never be sure. Never be safe.
He took a deep sip of the liquor. He needed to get another bottle. This one was tainted.
February 13th, 1798
“Three years. Three years since father went to Olympus.”
King Pavlos Galantinus groaned, and then took another sip of his liquor. His body definitely had seen better days.
Another sip. Did this batch taste funny? Yes, it definitely did. He’d make sure the supplier got paid less next time. Perhaps some whipping of the boy who did the errands would make them do better next time. This could not do.
There it was again. The faint, murmuring voices. Was someone watching him? He looked around. No one. But he did hear something! Better get his guards to do another sweep of the rooms, there had to be some hidden room somewhere.
He sighed, took another, deep sip. Yep, definitely tasted funny. But it did help him relax.
Groaning, he reached for the latest reports from the front. The Arapaho was defeated. And punished. Harshly. The Anitsalagi was next. They would, too, be harshly punished for their insolence. He swore under his breath. Another report, telling him that the Cheyenne was close to revolt – possibly, it said, but he knew those bastards were surely planning something!
He closed his eyes. Rubbed them. The whispers. They were getting louder, weren’t they? Where on Zeus’ toga were they coming from? No matter. He had guards everywhere these days. If someone tried something – anything – they’d be dealt with.
If not…if not the guards were in on it too? He shivered. He better get them double checked. Again. Could never be sure. Never be safe.
He took a deep sip of the liquor. He needed to get another bottle. This one was tainted.
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Paranoid delusions, auditory hallucinations... things don't look good for Pavlos. And is someone slowly poisoning his wine?
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My first thought was that if I were going to inherit to a kingship I'd sure as hell want to do it before I was 56 years old. I'm not even that old yet, and I know I'm not in prime form for managing anything. Forget anyone who's over 70 years old ("do you hear me, politicians in charge?!").
My second thought was he's not got that long to rule, which suggests maybe not that long to mess stuff up??
My third thought was he might not make it to 60, if he's this paranoid and his wine is (or is not?) tainted.
Excellent, if brief, update @Nikolai !
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My second thought was he's not got that long to rule, which suggests maybe not that long to mess stuff up??
My third thought was he might not make it to 60, if he's this paranoid and his wine is (or is not?) tainted.
Excellent, if brief, update @Nikolai !
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Either it is poison, or he is being paranoid...
Yeah, he was old when he inherited. He will surely not reign long. But his heir is a child, as you might have noticed...
Thanks for the praise! Although this update is not really shorter than most in this AAR.
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The heir looks like a mini-him. It looks like an old, mean drunk in a small body about to throw a tantrum. What is the unusual look for Kansas and Indiana and is Tennessee independent or rebel? When I was young, I thought that the problem with moonshine was that it was tainted and would make the drinker sick; then I learned that the problem was that the maker committed far worse sin . . . not paying the government their unholy share. Thanks for updating.
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