It has now been an entire year since I have been exiled to this miserable place.
I dont even know where I am. Looks like a little island with impenetrable black borders.
The woods crawl with things that I have no name for; even the "intelligent" creatures who look like normal humans, are sometimes not what I would define as humans.
When I was exiled here, I was soooo kindly given 10000 gold an a hamlet to rule over.
Hah, hamlet is too flattering a description for it. It is located at the edge of the woods and fittingly called Crudbucket.
My residency is a ramshackle hut and the rest of the buildings in my happy metropolis doesn´t look better.
Two rundown windmills and a granary which is on the verge of collapsing. The one building which looks a bit better than the rest is the tavern where apparantly everybody spends their days...
This town should be called Drunken Bastardville instead...
Most of the peasants seem to be complete dolts. They know next to nothing and it takes years for them to learn even the basic things.
And all things are happening to me, why?
Just because I was second in line for the crown and decided to do something about that.
Wasn´t the best of plans, it appears. This bastardly brother figured out what I was up to and turned the tables on me.
And now I am here. Left on this vermin infested isle to rule these dolts. I don´t know what the future holds, but make no mistake, my vengeance will be horrible and my enemies will meet a fate which is worse than death.
Signed,
Sir Edmund, the Black Adder
In the year 278 after something
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Bastards!
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*read what he wrote before*
Hmmm, I didn`t say that it couldn´t be worse...
But it just got.
What are those imbeciles doing on the fields? Using the corn to brew their own supply of alcohol?
Geez, guess I have to crank up the taxes so that I at least get some money if I have to have an even smaller population.
Signed,
Sir Edmund, the Black Adder
--vengeance will be mine --
Hmmm, I didn`t say that it couldn´t be worse...
But it just got.
What are those imbeciles doing on the fields? Using the corn to brew their own supply of alcohol?
Geez, guess I have to crank up the taxes so that I at least get some money if I have to have an even smaller population.
Signed,
Sir Edmund, the Black Adder
--vengeance will be mine --
