Crusader Kings 2 - The Road of Queens
Chapter One Thousand-Eighty-Five : Vegan - Part Fourteen : Genocide?
Joxer the Bard thought about how to continue the tale. It had some twists and turns in it that had to be handled carefully. Some of it was politics, which many listeners could find boring, but there was one event that was…well, kind of horrible. He didn’t know how the Empress would take it.
“The New Lord of the Shire had many problems besides the break up,” the Bard said while running his fingers over the strings of his lute. “Many of his vassals were joining the movement to increase the powers of the Council.”
“Vassals are always causing trouble,” mumbled the Empress. Who was likely a tad drunk at this point. From the wine, beer, and other types of booze she had consumed during the morning.
“And soon other movements were started,” he continued. “One to bring Gavelkind Succession to the Shire.”
“Somebody ALWAYS tries that!” complained the Empress with a shake of her head. “Nobles are idiots. Idiots I tell thee!”
“And another movement to have Peregin for the Shire,” added the Bard. He tried to ignore the Council Members and other Nobles looking at the Empress with upset looks.
“And soon they were even forming movements for independence,” he exclaimed with a stroke of his lute.
“Many of them already broke off,” pointed out the Empress. “Why ask for permission? Just go independent! Spineless Nobles.”
“Then it came to Vegan's attention that there was a Hobbit available to be one of his Guards,” the Bard said as he ignored the Empress and her comments. “Turned out there was a seventeen year old female Hobbit, named May, who was perfect for the job. In that she had a sword. Well, a dagger from our point of view.”
"He picked a female warrior?" remarked a confused Empress. "Normally racists are also sexists. Interesting."
“Then Vegan was given great news!” proclaimed the Bard. “The territory of Greenholm was now only for the Hobbits. It had been cleansed of other races!”
“What? What?! WHAT?!?!” responded the Empress with a flash of angry in her eyes.
“Yes,” he added. “Now the Realm was free of anybody but Hobbits. Which gave them more living space-”
“NO,” replied the Empress. “This story ends now. Even in fiction I refuse to support genocide! I am Buddhist and I refuse entertain such ideas. Out! You’ve already been paid. Go back to Greece. Go back to Europe. Maybe such things are normal there to talk about. But not here!”
“But, but, but-”
“OUT!”
And so the tale came to an end as Joxer was sent back to Europe. There he told tales of the drunk Empress of India and made lots of money on a book he had printed about India which was full of misinformation, and headless people, and talking dogs, and caves full of treasures, and sexy female ghosts, and amazing myths about undersea kingdoms. In other words he lied to his publishers and made lots of money.
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Author’s Notes :
Sorry folks, but I worked at the US Holocaust Memorial Museum for 18 years and once the Hobbits started racial cleansing I had to stop there.