Christmas Day, London... you can guess the year
Well, that was easy. Now I'm the king of the Engs. Wait a minute, what's an Eng? I should ask my royal council. Wait a minute, I don't have a royal council. Probably should fix that.
Marshal- William Bruce: I'm overloaded with old military guys, but none of them are name William... and well, I feel you can only trust a William with an army. So I'm giving it to some teenager who was raised in the church. Though I think my "only-trust-people-named-William-with-an-army" theory will pay quick dividends.
Chancellor- Lanfranc of Pavia: The Chancellor should be the face of your government and since most of the world fear/hate the Normans and find Frenchies to be comically inept; I'm giving this job to someone that's energenic , wise, and honest. In other words, someone completely different from who's really running this place. He's also Italian. So I get to mock his accent!
Spy Master- Ralph Mortimer: He just sort of took over the job after my first officeholder was smashed by a large rock. And really, that's the best resume a spy master can have.
Steward- Emma de Rennes: She's the mother of the three of the four best military minds in my court, and is married to other one. Do you really think I would want to p*** this family off?
Diocese Bishop- Robert de Mowbray: It was either him, a hunchback, or a dude with a really long name. While, I don't much like these smelly Engs and will slaughter them at a drop of a hat, they don't deserve that sort of treatment.
Janurary 1st, first meeting of the royal council
Me: What's an Eng?
William: Beats me
Lanfranc: Beats me
Robert: Beats me
Emma: Beats me
Ralph: A type of fish, maybe?
Me: Great work, guys. Any news?
Lanfranc: We've been an offered an alliance with Denmark. I accepeted because they probably won't get us in a pointless war that will destroy our kingdom.
Me: Good a reason as any. What else?
Raply: Your daughter Gundred has become something an army type: energenic, valorous, and reckless
Me: I blame the poor influence of mystery plays on the youths these days, though that name probably didn't help.
Emma: Uh-um, we're building Forestries in Essex, Oxford, and Bedford.
Me: Yawnsville, I'm getting outta of here before we get into technical aspects of government.
Coming up next: I'm guessing an update. But I wouldn't get my hopes up.
Well, that was easy. Now I'm the king of the Engs. Wait a minute, what's an Eng? I should ask my royal council. Wait a minute, I don't have a royal council. Probably should fix that.
Marshal- William Bruce: I'm overloaded with old military guys, but none of them are name William... and well, I feel you can only trust a William with an army. So I'm giving it to some teenager who was raised in the church. Though I think my "only-trust-people-named-William-with-an-army" theory will pay quick dividends.
Chancellor- Lanfranc of Pavia: The Chancellor should be the face of your government and since most of the world fear/hate the Normans and find Frenchies to be comically inept; I'm giving this job to someone that's energenic , wise, and honest. In other words, someone completely different from who's really running this place. He's also Italian. So I get to mock his accent!
Spy Master- Ralph Mortimer: He just sort of took over the job after my first officeholder was smashed by a large rock. And really, that's the best resume a spy master can have.
Steward- Emma de Rennes: She's the mother of the three of the four best military minds in my court, and is married to other one. Do you really think I would want to p*** this family off?
Diocese Bishop- Robert de Mowbray: It was either him, a hunchback, or a dude with a really long name. While, I don't much like these smelly Engs and will slaughter them at a drop of a hat, they don't deserve that sort of treatment.
Janurary 1st, first meeting of the royal council
Me: What's an Eng?
William: Beats me
Lanfranc: Beats me
Robert: Beats me
Emma: Beats me
Ralph: A type of fish, maybe?
Me: Great work, guys. Any news?
Lanfranc: We've been an offered an alliance with Denmark. I accepeted because they probably won't get us in a pointless war that will destroy our kingdom.
Me: Good a reason as any. What else?
Raply: Your daughter Gundred has become something an army type: energenic, valorous, and reckless
Me: I blame the poor influence of mystery plays on the youths these days, though that name probably didn't help.
Emma: Uh-um, we're building Forestries in Essex, Oxford, and Bedford.
Me: Yawnsville, I'm getting outta of here before we get into technical aspects of government.
Coming up next: I'm guessing an update. But I wouldn't get my hopes up.
