In the world there is a man named Lord Kastor of Veluca who styles himself the proper leader of the Rhodoks. With enough influence, overthrowing King Graveth himself is possible. Going forward, the skies are now the limit. Fraichin and I collectively hold only the small, backwater town of Epeshe, but with a little work we would be able to gain additional territory and glory.
I can work with other lords to improve our standing and influence within the kingdom. Much like earlier in this series, the world is once again my oyster, except in this case I have influence in the very affairs of the Kingdom. I can pursue this as far as I want from here. My reputation may be ruined, but it doesn’t matter. Yet, here he is, forced by one of his vassals into inducting a subversive mercenary into his stable of retainers. Now, he barely wants to acknowledge that I exist and would trust me about as far as he could throw me. Another one, that is.Īfter all, I am the person he would have gladly inducted into Rhodok nobility mere months ago had I but said the word. This must be like a slap in the face to him. Presiding over the ceremony itself is the man I have greatly disappointed: King Graveth. As soon as another feast arises, Fraichin and I go there, and we speak our vows before all present.
It’s actually a very straightforward affair. This marriage takes place under the dark cloud of impending war, this time one that promises to take a great many lives more than the last and which will be unmatched in its savagery.Īfter the jump: today, though, is my wedding day Now a faction is welcoming me in, not through its own choice but rather through the actions of a rogue lord who got a little too bloodthirsty one day. Since then, I have made a name for myself in this world. In game time, it has been a mere five months since I arrived in Calradia.
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