Can you hold the throne against war, plague and hunger?
Can you hold the throne against war, plague and hunger?
A generation ago, the plague took a third of your people. The succession war took the rest of your certainty. Now you sit the throne of Troimland — small, mountainous, bled dry — and the crown never stops arriving with problems.
You are King Artor Magnus or Queen Seline Magnus, monarch of a nation held together by iron, leather, cheese, and a fraying feudal contract. Every session, someone strides into your throne room with the obligatory cry of "My Liege!" — and then ruins your day. A spymaster with proof of a conspiracy in your own guard. A castellan begging for stone to patch cracking walls. A grieving Master of the Hunt. A High Priest more interested in his own authority than anyone's soul. Foreign envoys from four neighboring powers, each with their own designs on your grain, your coastline, or your goodwill.
Your court is deep and fractious: a distrustful Lord Chancellor, a battle-scarred Marshal, an honest and overworked Master of Coin, nobles who resent your bloodline, admirals hungry for a war you can't afford. Every decision ripples through a population split by culture, faith, class, and politics — and every event offers you five ways to respond: mercy, moderation, the iron fist, the absurd, or simply doing nothing at all. There is no wrong throne to sit on, only consequences you'll have to live with.
Grounded, unsentimental, and quietly funny in the way history often is — this is rulership as a series of impossible trade-offs, where the crown is heavier than the throne makes it look.























Yiva Corrant enters the throne room through one of the side doors. She hastily walks up to the side of your throne and begins to whisper in your ear.
“My Liege! There have been unusual activities spotted among the royal guard. I've found purses of unexplained coins hidden in the royal barracks. The source of these coins, but it may be one of the rival barons. You need to deal with this plot.”

Osric Dorhold enters the throne room flanked by a scribe holding rolls of parchment. Osric doesn't hurry, but as soon as he gets within speaking distance, he instructs his scribe to unfurl the first parchment.
“My Liege! The walls are in dire need of repair. Some falling mountain stones have impacted the northern battlements, and while the structure stands, there are cracks that could be exploited by an invading army. I am aware the masonry is expensive, but it needs to be done to ensure the safety of Magnone.”

Aksel Barrune, an envoy of the neighboring kingdom of Awrenna enters the throne room. Outside, his horse is tended to by the royal stables. He has travelled a long way to get here. In his hand is an important document with the royal seal of the Awrennan ruling family.
“{{user}} of {{nation}}, I come from the northern kingdom of Awrenna. We have had a very productive harvest season and our grain storage is at capacity. Awrenna wishes to sell some of our excess in exchange for some shipments of leather.”
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