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The Goths got away with many proclamations, laws, and raises in taxation in the years they had ruled over the land. While they bled their citizens dry, they used the funds to live a lavish life that starkly contrasted that of the everyday Pendite. Beautiful clothes, handmade furniture, the best ingredients for the most luxurious meals. But most of all to fund their army and prepare to conquer more land. The Goths had ambitious dreams of creating one of the most powerful nations in the world. By force. So, they thought little of how their own citizens viewed them. Just as they did the rest of the world. They especially never even considered that the poor, downtrodden Pendites would revolt against them. How could they when they barely had enough to survive?

But, the Goths underestimated the people of Pendula View. Each day, the revolution grew as more and more villages joined. Farmers, carpenters and bards alike became soldiers training to fight. Old laws like how to dress and curfews were broken. Soon, the refusal of goods and services like crops and housekeeping, and even taxes. It was getting harder to suppress what was happening and The Goths were running out of ideas.

Lord Crumplebottom: All I want to know is how I can protect my family. I'm sure it won't be long until the rebels target the wealthy.

Mortimer: Bah! I wouldn't be concerned about that. I have yet to see them even think about such a thing!

Lord Crumplebottom: But they are preparing, so we must be prepared! Your soldiers can only make them fear you so much. It's becoming less effective. Plus, you can't contain them all!

Lord Landgraab: And why not?

Lord Crumplebottom: Because not every poor is a rebel. Some are our farmers and maids and still want to work! We can't keep them from their service. Do you expect us to tend to the crops, chores and the children?

Lord Landgraab: Needn't you worry about my soldiers. They have strict orders and can identify who is and is not apart of this abomination. What we need to focus on is funding more weapons.

Mortimer: More? But we've just acquired a large shipment from Vernick and Viridis! Not to mention Druzar. We cannot ask for more aid. I'm afraid our enemy countries might catch on and begin aiding to the rebels. I'm sure Whitmore, Armorica, Trenton and Pierreland would all love to see us fall.

Lord Landgraab: Afraid? Since when are you afraid, Morty? We must show strength at a time like this! We can't finally start our plan to conquer other nations if all our weapons are tied up in some civil war! Certainly, you can use your connections with Druzar to ask for more.

Mortimer: Absolutely not. My sister may be the Queen, but the more I use her, the weaker I and Pendula View looks in her eyes. And therefore, in the King's. We need to be strategic about using them to our advantage.

Lord Crumplebottom: Did you say civil war? I knew we never should've gotten into this mess in the first place. You've pushed the peasants too far! My poor wife has just been beside herself worrying that the maid will leave her for the rebellion.

Footsteps approaching

Bella angry: That's enough!

The men all gasp

Bella angry: To think men the likes of you help lead this country! You sound no better than a woman with your whining and your inability to come to a resolution.

Lord Crumplebottom nervous: Y- Your Almighty Excellency, I-

Bella: I don't want to hear it! If your wife or others of the ton are so concerned about their help, do something regarding it! I don't care if you have to trap them on your property!

Lord Landgraab nervous: Your Almighty Excellency, there's no need-

Bella: Oh, there is indeed no need! No need for a general to ever question his King! If Mortimer says no more aid, then that is final. Make it work with what you have.

Lord Landgraab: Yes, Your Almighty Excellency.

Bella: You men have one duty and that is to support my husband wholeheartedly! Especially with the ton. All this bickering is nonsensical and is of no use. We must act.

Mortimer: Thank you, my love. What would you suggest?

Bella: Well... as always, I try not to waste a frown on political matters and save that for you men. But it's obvious that what we're doing now isn't working. We can't just sit back and watch them form an army against us. If they want war, we have to give it to them.

Lord Landgraab: But, Your Almighty Excellency, our army is almost ready to move on Sulani. We shouldn't halt our plans for-

Bella: Good, if they're near ready than this will be perfect training. Take out the rebels, then get the army ready to march on Sulani.

Mortimer: A brilliant idea from a brilliant woman.

Bella: You lot make it so much harder than it is. Now, I must get to my stroll. All this thinking is simply not good for a woman! Good day, Gentlemen.

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bridgeportbritt · 1 day

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The Goths got away with many proclamations, laws, and raises in taxation in the years they had ruled over the land. While they bled their citizens dry, they used the funds to live a lavish life that starkly contrasted that of the everyday Pendite. Beautiful clothes, handmade furniture, the best ingredients for the most luxurious meals. But most of all to fund their army and prepare to conquer more land. The Goths had ambitious dreams of creating one of the most powerful nations in the world. By force. So, they thought little of how their own citizens viewed them. Just as they did the rest of the world. They especially never even considered that the poor, downtrodden Pendites would revolt against them. How could they when they barely had enough to survive?

But, the Goths underestimated the people of Pendula View. Each day, the revolution grew as more and more villages joined. Farmers, carpenters and bards alike became soldiers training to fight. Old laws like how to dress and curfews were broken. Soon, the refusal of goods and services like crops and housekeeping, and even taxes. It was getting harder to suppress what was happening and The Goths were running out of ideas.

Lord Crumplebottom: All I want to know is how I can protect my family. I'm sure it won't be long until the rebels target the wealthy.

Mortimer: Bah! I wouldn't be concerned about that. I have yet to see them even think about such a thing!

Lord Crumplebottom: But they are preparing, so we must be prepared! Your soldiers can only make them fear you so much. It's becoming less effective. Plus, you can't contain them all!

Lord Landgraab: And why not?

Lord Crumplebottom: Because not every poor is a rebel. Some are our farmers and maids and still want to work! We can't keep them from their service. Do you expect us to tend to the crops, chores and the children?

Lord Landgraab: Needn't you worry about my soldiers. They have strict orders and can identify who is and is not apart of this abomination. What we need to focus on is funding more weapons.

Mortimer: More? But we've just acquired a large shipment from Vernick and Viridis! Not to mention Druzar. We cannot ask for more aid. I'm afraid our enemy countries might catch on and begin aiding to the rebels. I'm sure Whitmore, Armorica, Trenton and Pierreland would all love to see us fall.

Lord Landgraab: Afraid? Since when are you afraid, Morty? We must show strength at a time like this! We can't finally start our plan to conquer other nations if all our weapons are tied up in some civil war! Certainly, you can use your connections with Druzar to ask for more.

Mortimer: Absolutely not. My sister may be the Queen, but the more I use her, the weaker I and Pendula View looks in her eyes. And therefore, in the King's. We need to be strategic about using them to our advantage.

Lord Crumplebottom: Did you say civil war? I knew we never should've gotten into this mess in the first place. You've pushed the peasants too far! My poor wife has just been beside herself worrying that the maid will leave her for the rebellion.

Footsteps approaching

Bella angry: That's enough!

The men all gasp

Bella angry: To think men the likes of you help lead this country! You sound no better than a woman with your whining and your inability to come to a resolution.

Lord Crumplebottom nervous: Y- Your Almighty Excellency, I-

Bella: I don't want to hear it! If your wife or others of the ton are so concerned about their help, do something regarding it! I don't care if you have to trap them on your property!

Lord Landgraab nervous: Your Almighty Excellency, there's no need-

Bella: Oh, there is indeed no need! No need for a general to ever question his King! If Mortimer says no more aid, then that is final. Make it work with what you have.

Lord Landgraab: Yes, Your Almighty Excellency.

Bella: You men have one duty and that is to support my husband wholeheartedly! Especially with the ton. All this bickering is nonsensical and is of no use. We must act.

Mortimer: Thank you, my love. What would you suggest?

Bella: Well... as always, I try not to waste a frown on political matters and save that for you men. But it's obvious that what we're doing now isn't working. We can't just sit back and watch them form an army against us. If they want war, we have to give it to them.

Lord Landgraab: But, Your Almighty Excellency, our army is almost ready to move on Sulani. We shouldn't halt our plans for-

Bella: Good, if they're near ready than this will be perfect training. Take out the rebels, then get the army ready to march on Sulani.

Mortimer: A brilliant idea from a brilliant woman.

Bella: You lot make it so much harder than it is. Now, I must get to my stroll. All this thinking is simply not good for a woman! Good day, Gentlemen.

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bridgeportbritt · 2 days

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Now with the confidence of his closest friend by his side, William felt as determined as ever to make a change. While his heart wasn't quite set on the risky plan of starting a war with the King, he knew something had to be done.

As he started his day, venturing into town as he's done many days before, he realizes that there is only one option.

Woman: Please, I'm just checking on my garden! I'll go back inside to change!

Guard: You know the rules, ma'am. Your ankles must be covered. You'll be issued a fine.

Woman cries: That fine will bankrupt us! Please.

Guard: Not of my concern.

William sighs to himself: Don't worry, Mrs. Adell. We'll get that ridiculous fine paid.

William to himself: Outlandish fines, overpriced taxes, yet our homes are deteriorating. You call this leadership?

Man 1: Are you sure there's not any way you can lower the price?

Man 2: I'm sorry, Earl. I can't this time. I'm already losing money at the prices set now.

Man 1: I'm beggin you. Our newborn needs that milk.

Man 2: I wish I could help.

William: I can cover the difference.

Man 1: Thank you so much, William.

Guard 1: Was hoping we'd evict that old hag. I didn't think she'd be able come up with the money.

Guard 2: Don't worry. We'll be back for Miss Elis next month. (To William) Out of the way!

William angry: ...

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bridgeportbritt · 2 days

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Now with the confidence of his closest friend by his side, William felt as determined as ever to make a change. While his heart wasn't quite set on the risky plan of starting a war with the King, he knew something had to be done.

As he started his day, venturing into town as he's done many days before, he realizes that there is only one option.

Woman: Please, I'm just checking on my garden! I'll go back inside to change!

Guard: You know the rules, ma'am. Your ankles must be covered. You'll be issued a fine.

Woman cries: That fine will bankrupt us! Please.

Guard: Not of my concern.

William sighs to himself: Don't worry, Mrs. Adell. We'll get that ridiculous fine paid.

William to himself: Outlandish fines, overpriced taxes, yet our homes are deteriorating. You call this leadership?

Man 1: Are you sure there's not any way you can lower the price?

Man 2: I'm sorry, Earl. I can't this time. I'm already losing money at the prices set now.

Man 1: I'm beggin you. Our newborn needs that milk.

Man 2: I wish I could help.

William: I can cover the difference.

Man 1: Thank you so much, William.

Guard 1: Was hoping we'd evict that old hag. I didn't think she'd be able come up with the money.

Guard 2: Don't worry. We'll be back for Miss Elis next month. (To William) Out of the way!

William angry: ...

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bridgeportbritt · 3 days

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Whenever William had a lot on his mind, there was one person he could always turn to to be his confidante. Robert "Bob" Pancakes was his closest friend. The Pancakes owned the general store which is where local farmers and makers sold their goods. William always knew he would get a fair price when selling his metal and wood wares to Bob.

But, there was a different kind of business William wanted to get into at the tavern this evening.

Bob: What say you, William?

William: Bob, do you not grow tired of the constant raise in taxation or the random "searches" from the Guard that diminish your inventory or the vast suffering taking place across the village?

Bob: Of course I am, William. We all are. But that doesn't mean I'm ready to storm the castle.

William: I'm not looking for a war, but we can't continue on like this. I think we need to show the King that we will not be conquered like the countries he plans against.

Bob: And how do you propose we do this without starting a war?

William: ... well, perhaps a war is what we need!

Bob: I knew that's where you were leading, William. I know you.

William: Think about it, Bob. There have been 27 proclamations in the last 18 months. 15 of those have been higher taxes each time increasing in size. It's only a matter of time before children are starving, families are removed from their homes, businesses forced to close. Is this very establishment not usually filled with patrons at this hour?

Bob: It is.

William: Precisely. I know your business is also hurting along with mine. They are trying to take everything from us!

Bob: But how do we go against a King? We're not exactly an army.

William: We... create one. We start with this village. The people are already hungry. We just need to rally them in the right direction. Then, we move on to the next and the next. United, we are more than an army. We're a force.

Bob: You've given this some thought, I see.

William: I've seen my people suffer for too long. Something has to change. The King won't stop until we're dirt poor and groveling.

Bob sighs: I know you're right. But this is a big fight, brother.

William: I know and I've been trying to put my thoughts elsewhere. But I see no other way for our people to survive.

Bob: I hear you. And... I'm with you, always. You tell me what is needed and I will see to it that it's acquired.

William: Thank you, brother.

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bridgeportbritt · 3 days

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Whenever William had a lot on his mind, there was one person he could always turn to to be his confidante. Robert "Bob" Pancakes was his closest friend. The Pancakes owned the general store which is where local farmers and makers sold their goods. William always knew he would get a fair price when selling his metal and wood wares to Bob.

But, there was a different kind of business William wanted to get into at the tavern this evening.

Bob: What say you, William?

William: Bob, do you not grow tired of the constant raise in taxation or the random "searches" from the Guard that diminish your inventory or the vast suffering taking place across the village?

Bob: Of course I am, William. We all are. But that doesn't mean I'm ready to storm the castle.

William: I'm not looking for a war, but we can't continue on like this. I think we need to show the King that we will not be conquered like the countries he plans against.

Bob: And how do you propose we do this without starting a war?

William: ... well, perhaps a war is what we need!

Bob: I knew that's where you were leading, William. I know you.

William: Think about it, Bob. There have been 27 proclamations in the last 18 months. 15 of those have been higher taxes each time increasing in size. It's only a matter of time before children are starving, families are removed from their homes, businesses forced to close. Is this very establishment not usually filled with patrons at this hour?

Bob: It is.

William: Precisely. I know your business is also hurting along with mine. They are trying to take everything from us!

Bob: But how do we go against a King? We're not exactly an army.

William: We... create one. We start with this village. The people are already hungry. We just need to rally them in the right direction. Then, we move on to the next and the next. United, we are more than an army. We're a force.

Bob: You've given this some thought, I see.

William: I've seen my people suffer for too long. Something has to change. The King won't stop until we're dirt poor and groveling.

Bob sighs: I know you're right. But this is a big fight, brother.

William: I know and I've been trying to put my thoughts elsewhere. But I see no other way for our people to survive.

Bob: I hear you. And... I'm with you, always. You tell me what is needed and I will see to it that it's acquired.

William: Thank you, brother.

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bridgeportbritt · 4 days

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It only took a matter of months for things in Pendula View to unravel. The Goths hit the already poor villages with higher taxes seemingly out of nowhere. Businesses started struggling, families were barely getting by, and food became more and more scarce. Many citizens had to work more (often for the very wealthy) to make ends meet leaving no time to visit the church. Just as the Goths wanted.

While most accepted their fate, others questioned it.

William: How was your day, my love?

Ophelia sighs: It was alright. I got word that my family will be away a while longer. My poor mother has fallen ill on their travels. With the cost of medicine, they can't possibly make their way back.

William: I'm sorry to hear that, Ophelia. Is there anything I can do to help?

Ophelia: Just you being here with me is enough. It gets lonely in this house without them. How was your day?

William: I wish I could put a smile on your face, but my tale is similar in sorrow. Multiple folks have cancelled orders at my shop and every metal and wood material I need for lasting orders has gone up in price.

Ophelia: Oh, I'm so sorry, William.

William: It seems as though this is the case for everyone in the village. Even villages yonder. No one can manage under these new conditions.

Ophelia: Yes, the tavern is quieter each evening. Even the bard leaves earlier and earlier. What's the point of hanging 'round when there's no one to tip ya'?

William: This is simply not fair. How are we to go on like this?

Ophelia: Maybe this is only for a short while, my love. We have to hope it gets better.

William: But, that's what we always do. We hoped it would get better time and time again. Hope is not on our side, dear.

Ophelia: Perhaps not. But I'm not sure what else there is to do. Have you heard back from the Guard? I'm told it's quite a lucrative career.

William: Yes. They won't accept me. They find my injury too great for military service. As if it holds me back from anything else.

Ophelia: I, for one, know your injury does not hinder you one bit. The Guard will come to regret their decision.

William: Thank you, but to them I'm nothing more than peasant scum on the bottom of their boot. I'm better off out of the Guard. I can't look down upon my own people in such a way.

Ophelia: You're much too good for that.

William: I just wish there was something useful I could do. I hate to see people suffering like this.

Ophelia: That is one of the many reasons why I love you, William. You always want to help people. Trust me, you do more than you realize. Your spirit lifts everyone up the moment you walk into a room.

William chuckles: Ah, I'm sure I'm just putting them on edge.

Ophelia: Not at all. People respect you, William. They care about what you think.

William: Perhaps. Thank you for the vote of confidence.

Ophelia: Of course. Shall we retreat to the bed?

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