Archon's Curse [Pathfinder Kingmaker]

[Imperator Pax]

Vernal Equinox 4715
There was soft rustling of golden wings as hopped around to the king's other shoulder. Jaethal regard the canary with appropriate caution. It had not been something that had been discussed with the council... though she had via circumspect inquiry did recognize that Iomedae had had a gold dragon companion, and though less common than silvers there were gold dragons who considered themselves a part of the faith to which Eire himself counted himself apart. It had not been readily discussed with the council the circumstances of Ilthuliak's demise... no one had questioned the severed head of the black wyrm.

The severed head which Amvarean had presented to be seen by all visiting eastern chief tans. The Iobarians of Casmarron were long separated from their living cousins in the lands of the linnorm kings... but Casmarron was home to many dragons Metallic and Chromatic alike, and thus the tribes and clans were quick to pay heed to the death of the Witch.

Given that the Tiger Lords had already been fighting for Pitax, and also Drelev that had been the correct decision. Armag was a capable fighter, Jaethal wasn't so arrogant to ignore that detail, but when given the option the defeat of a black wyrm had decisively lead to favoring the kingdom. Ilthuliak's demise stabilized the southern marshes as well. There had been a slew of after effects to contend with... much work for her and her bureau .Just as she was sure that it had created work for Valerie as Chancellor of the realm.

"We will have to speak with Kanerah shortly." Eire remarked

His tone though suggested what he was actually saying was to tell him now what she had forewarned Valerie about. The truth was Lamashtu was not an uncommon cult in Brevoy, she was one of the more... 'popular' she supposed was the word .... and Lamashtu was a goddess not a demon lord and thus not quite the same issue as worshipping or offering sacrifices to certain other powers, which Eire acknowledged. "The Church of Sheyln has vouched for a cult of Nocticula, the cult of the redeemer queen."

Eire blew out a breath of hot air, so warm it came as a cloud of steam. For a moment Jaethal considered what she might do in Eire's position... but she'd never been put in this position she imagined. "And why?" The red headed man asked, "Would Sheyln want that?" She almost considered telling him he should ask Sheyln herself... the gods listened when Eire spoke... which was vexing at times. That was nothing new, and perhaps asking the Azlanti goddess might well provide them an explanation.... or saddle them with some expanded chore. Jaethal though had no explanation as to why the Azlanti goddess might want that. When it was clear she had no answer Eire shook his head, "We will deal with this later, you were right telling Valerie, I don't know what to make of this," He replied, "And for the moment we have more immediate issues. "

Eire surveyed the expanse, throngs of men. His objective was not changed by this news, or by forefather's arrival and visit. The Church of Sheyln and of Nocticula that was more problematic... the lady in shadow was a demon lord and though Eire would not profess to be an expert on the politics of the Abyss it created an issue given that cosmological divide.

The Tigers confederation of tribes would divide. That was a given. He had expected that in the wake of Armag's defeat in single combat... where some following tribes would slough off in expectation of better prospects. The more important divide, at least for now, was not those tribes who would pursue employment abroad. It was about the ones remaining in the northern river kingdoms and adjacent or within his own de jure borders. There was a division there to consider as well, the split between Armag's coalition aimed at sedentary reform, tribal chieftains and clerical conservatives and the mercenary confederation.

The last of which was the easiest to address though for Eire. He would need them to secure his western border, and possibly depending on other conditions his eastern one in order to secure the caravan routes that crossed the great steppe to the Padishah Empire. Securing that would mean another revenue stream for his realm to action, and he needed the caravans because he lacked the resources to support expanding construction of airships.

He didn't have the manpower to crew ships, or the volume of spell casters to support a professional navy as he envisioned it... and truth was from what understood of the geography, of the geology of Numeria his western border the Branthelds in particular might provide him the reserves of coal and iron he needed for still other projects. So his western border need to be secured... which also meant he needed to stabilize the internal divisions.

Eire moved with purpose to address the assembled, for he and Armag he met in a duel even if if it had not started under the open sky, had concluded there. And that Eire held Gorum's largest and most important Holy Site arguably in all of Avistan, word would spread of that, would reach the Gorumite clergy in Belkezen amongst the Orcs. Something to prepare for. The gathered were unlikely to care much for his discourses on economics, of how he would regulate how cities and settlements could charge taxes... there was no point in discussing such things.


What mattered to the warrior chiefs, and lesser petty kings Eire knew to be the prowess. That was the point of this feast to outline that he had commitments. "There is one other thing," Jaethal remarked keeping in lockstep as the approached the central hearth.

He turned, "Yes?"

"There is an option I believe for a western strongpoint," What she actually meant was a religious site to anchor the kingdom's forces... a church or temple. "It belonged to Cayden Cailean, but was abandoned probably for the same reasons as the Temple of the Rose nearer still to us." Cayden Cailen was hardly an unknown deity but certainly not one that the royal institutions actively supported the church of.

"Thank you," He replied. A temple, or in this case an abbey though was something, "I will consider it before I speak with Armag." Or for that matter Dugath, or Gwart or the other clerics of Gorum Kellid or not. A giant blew a great horn as he signaled to the stone giant druid he was prepared to address those assembled. After the blast a gathering of warriors voiced their support for his abilities, by listing accomplishments of arms... including killing the wyrm ilthuliak. Jaethal did not join him remaining in the throng of supporters, overshadowed by giants. Vordakai remained aloof from such barbarians proceedings, an aloofness that some paladins emulated, while others cheered the king as defender of the faith... even the ones who belonged to other churches, like those knights of Ragathiel, or those armingers of the Godclaw. The cheers were all but deafening as it built to its crescendo.

 

[Trek]

You have such endurance in writing, even if its slow I expect one day this story will reach a ending unlike countless others who go on hiatus.

 

[Imperator Pax]

Pharast 4715
The rain come down in sheets off of the eaves of the palace high above the lake. The noise a drone in the distance as the academic spoke. The Maestro was animated, but unfortunately for the majority of the council it was such a dry academic discourse on history that they had lost interest. Personally Eire was interested in Golarion's history... and if he were right it was aboust 1920 on Earth. Osirion had risen to prominence thirty five hundred ish years before the Arodenite calendar. Aroden had uplifted Taldor, raised the starstone four millenium nearly five before the present day...which suggested though it was just a hypothesis... that Osirion's gods had been active here first, before reaching Earth.

... but that was not the subject of this discourse. Merely that Osirion's gods were old. That it was 1920on Earth, that World War 1 was over... there was nothing that Eire could about that, only that he understood that there were ways to access Earth, and also that humans, and elves for that matter, and he had to presume still yet other races were spread across the stars. Some of those humans he also understood with regards to neighboring Numeria and its rain of stars were such that they had become spacefaring... they had a technology beyond the earth that was and the Earth he remembered, and whose books he carried with him when he had come to Golarion. He was not trying to catch up to Earth as it was now. The Earth of 1920. "You believe our mission to Osirion will be fruitful."

It had been a rhetorical question, "I do your majesty." The maestro replied, "The textiles are of goodly quality and more impressively is the profit they provide." Pendrod was one of the few in his realm's close knit council who readily expressed an interest in the statistocs and book keeping that his printing presses recorded.

It was those records which were unusual for a kingdom to keep. Cheliax kept records, had printing presses, legions of scribes but not publicly accessible. Spring was upon the realm, and with the thaw there much that needed to be done. "And what is your opinion of the Numerian issue?"

"The Black Sovereign may face a challenge to his power," The first wave, the first large splinter of tribes had crossed into Numeria before the actual gathering on the solstice. Eire had accepted their leaving with some degree of relief. Several thousand kellids moving into Numeria removed from his realm a substantial portion of the coalition Armag had assembled and more importantly the ones most likely to cause trouble. "If Kevoth-kul had not been so torporous of late I would be less concerned," Pendrod remarked leaning forward to stroke his chin, before stopping to toy with his pipe in further contemplation... "on the other hand the Black Sovereign's allies in the technic league will probably act against the tribes."

There were still other tribes in the confederation. The Black Gars had been the next to leave, moving south west and sailing down the river network. Their removal was also a relief, but they had been only a small portion of outer confederation. Far more kellids were now decamping, unfortunately some of those would likely go south, and find patronage from Pitax,and its petty king... Eire was resolved to that reality even though he disliked it.

Just as he resolved himself to all other challenges he would face this year. That had been the message he had given at mass. That was he supposed because there was no legislative tradition among the people. Codifying written and fixed laws reduced the arbitraryness of government. He had townsfolk, but little in the way or rural gentry, not like Brevoy had nor communities of long established small hold farmers which he might otherwise have preferred.

There were advantages to writing the laws, or borrowing heavily from the Earth that he remembered. He written out the frame work for limited liability corporations, and established a central bank, but they were less important less impactful directly to the people in the countryside. Centralized agriculture on baronial, then royal farms provided most of the crops of the realm by virtue of heavy draft horse pulled plows and rotating crops. Such rotations provided fodder through the winter, which supported much larger herds of livestock.

That was a demonstration of wealth to kellids, Iobarians, and the people of Southern Avistan, or of Kelish, or Osirion stock. The mechanism though was less clear because of its systematic approach to reaching that carrying capacity. In a sense the textile revolution wasn't much different. He had consolidated weaving, even though he needed to import cotton from Osirion to support his mills, and that allowed an economy of scale. Enough cloth goods to clothe his population and export the denim to Osirion another places.

Money that flowed into coffers. That was where Pendrod came in. Eire needed a professional bureaucracy, and in order to train that he needed a school, a university to instill a baccalaureate education. Eire had already resolved that as important as his army was likely to be, priority was not to emulate the states by establishing a west point equivalent to train engineers. Not at the time, not right now. "Two years ago," As he looked up at the clock tower which were found in all of his cities to tell time throughout the day, but the one here marked time in the flying island was a black obelisk with a green face luminescent jade. "I envisioned more for Shrikewall, a university of great potential. I have given much thought to that over the past year, there will be two Universities."

"Two your majesty?"

It wasn't an Oxbridge idea, but, "Yes, one here, and another at Wintersun for while the realm needs those seminaries, it will require more than that. I will need wizards Pendrod," He agreed with Vordakai on that, "And I will need alchemists, perhaps more than you can know, but I will need men of letters more than most kingdoms. Trade is not a zero sum game Maestro, but it grows as a kingdom, as a town grows." Eire turned and walked around as the magical swirling sands that formed a map of his realm quieted becoming still. The latest change of note was the sky palace, the islands above his capital... but Jaethal had told him of the Church of Sheyln and their drow guest... so he suspected he would have to look for the underdark to be added. Something he would have to consult Vordakai about... perhaps it would prove best to simply construct a separate layer. The dwarves had dug up from the under dark in their quest for the sky long ago, the Orcs had also emerged around that time. "I will need men who can read and write, I intend to build a kingdom where education is compulsory. It will take time, Pendrod, but I will have a literate society."

The sand illuminated bathing the model of the capital plaza had caught Pendrod's eye. "Your majesty?"

Eire turned his head at the rippling black and white energy taking on a vaguely feminine form though one whose height outstripped his own. This was not the first time Nethys's herald had visited after all, "Auferon has visited." The outsider remarked in what passed for conversational.

"He has." Eire answered aware as the Arcanotheign paid no mind to the Maestro, "I mean to have Shaoyu resolve this." Though he had decided upon that course relatively recently... but the threat of the soul eaters was one he had not been expecting. At least of the sense of having to deal with it now, and the truth was he needed Amvarean and Vordakai on his eastern border. Besides, Shaoyu would be in the company of clerics ofthe Faith, and this would be a good outing for the warriors of his Inquisition.

The truth though was Eire expected this was a plot within a plot, and that was why an organization had to exist to shoulder the tasks that he could not address directly. It was about diversification of the resources available to the realm to resolve problems. It was about building a support apparatus to insure his government could answer crisis.

 

[Imperator Pax]

Pharast 4715
Valerie considered all the documents before here. All of them were documents printed up by a machine, to be recorded for posterity and reviewed whenever it became necessary. The timber born, the beaver folk, were working feverishly as it was their efforts went further this year in controlling the spring thaw but also to the labor of putting the flow of water to greater 'mechanical advantage'.

The king envisioned a realm which was linked by metal, and stone roads to reach where waterways alone could not. Some thought this allegorical, some presumed it a vision of what Axis must have looked like, inspired by the plane of Law. Arsinoe, the senior cleric of Abadar, had said as much.

Eire had spoken of such things before, of the necessity of good roads, and safe roads. She had consideredthat they had been making goodly progress. The realm grew. After ilthuliak had been slain the sky island had formed above the capital... and its presence drew more people in from the frontier...but not from Brevoy.

The ancient cyclopean lich made a good point, leaving aside any rumors of the flying ships constructed around the mana plants of the first world that Eire carefully tended, the seers, and shamans of the myriad races inhabit anting Iobarian might well have had visions of the sky island forming. Even if the island wasn't the driving factor, if they were drawn by the favor theking enjoyed from holding the ear of the gods, Iobarians coming east could from the steppe see the sky island in the far distance.

Valerie recognized that the kingdom had shielded Brevoy, unknowing as her homeland, oblivious to it as they seemed. Armag would have assembled a much larger confederation if he had been able to pull together the steppe lords, and even with just a small fraction of his confederation had been able to range through southern rostland's fertile plains. Ilthuliak's demise though had caused the horse lords to pause, even as Issia and Rostland's great names vied in the game of thrones and argued among each other turning increasingly insular away from the world outside. Valerie regarded the reports from the beaver folk, and their work in putting the waters to greater feats of engineering. Those were concerns, not Maestro Penrods obsession with tales of flying cities, which included writing instructions to the mission to Osirion, with the co signing of the Church of Nethys at Candlemere, to speak with Osirion's officials regarding some legendary flying tomb.

Her responsibilities were the here and now. It was spring for the year 4715 of the Arodenite calendar. There was no shortage of projects the realm was busy with. The beaver kin had settled the rich wetlands of the rivers and lakes, and in the shores and floodplains. Controlling that inundation meant being able to water crops of rice through dykes and levees... and from the ledgers a lucrative crop in terms how much could be cultivated. That was a detail made clear by the records kept by the kingdom.

The beavers would plant their crops in carefully irrigated paddies, and harvest in Rova and Lamashan like they had done this previous year. There would be grain, and corn to be harvested in thick rich black soil of the realm's eastern grasslands. It provided, or show she was informed, a protection against crop blight. It was a hedge against something that might stifle those who only grew one set of crop. It also insured there was plenty as the rotating fields of royal farms grew fodder for the herds of cattle, hogs and sheep.

Such efforts insured a steady flow of animals into the urban center at all times of the year. Those stockades kept all the social classes with an ample supply of meat at market. It was a statement of wealth... and it allowed the kingdom to feed its various denizens. Amiri had spoken of the appetites of giants, and how in the realm of the mammoth lords it was all but unheard of for a following to include anything but a handful of giants. For all the grumbling Erastil's brevic faithful would complain about how their grandfathers and their grandfathers had tilled long strips with the oxen, there was evidence presented in strong horses and deep cutting steel plows in even sided square fields.
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Eire recognized that while he personally didn't need a heavy destrier that was not going to be true for the needs of the kingdom. He rode a horse with relative frequency, and he walked a great deal as did most of his realm, particularly the fighting portion of his population.

His textiles produced shoes, socks, and jeans designed to keep men in comfortable care in weather, and whether or not they were riding or marching. As spring set in, and the mud came his forces were beginning to assemble for what was intended to if necessary be an exertion of direct force into the southern brantheld to exert direct control over the remains of the White Rose Abbey.

He hoped that Jaethal was correct that the brewery that had been dedicated to Cayden Cailean would suffice for their purposes. If it didn't pan out that way, he would have to wait perhaps another month or two, and consecrate ground as a waypoint near the Brantheld mountains which would then serve as a frontier outpost for his airships as they made the flight across Northern Avistan to ferry supplies to Mendev, and the crusaders. That would serve a second function. It would shaves days off the return trip, allowing refugees from the shanty towns that sprawled around the crusader states great protected cities.

... if the Abbey sufficed it would be much quicker.

They would be able to settle the refugees when the ships returned from Mendev, and that would provide a seed population to people the countryside. This ride out would also allow the founding of permanent Tiger Lord settlements, and castle towns in the Glenebon. Those would in turn provide him the ability to secure his border with Numeria further west. The Tiger Lords, and the other Kellid tribes, spoke of mammoths, and smilodon and still other what he still thought of as prehistoric megafauna... that included apparently things he believed were descriptions of dinosaurs that were found more commonly as one entered 'Numeria proper'.

It was a detail to take note of, and it was something he would make better effort to document once he had erected the religious strongholds which anchor his ability to transport hither and to from his more established seats of power.

Eire raised hand in invoking gesture, and a curtain of divine flame wrapped around the gathered array of knights, and clergy. It lifted them away carrying them to Armag's tomb, and the greatest holy site of Gorum in Avistan. When had envisioned the matter of connecting the barony, it had been England ,and river boats, and ferries but Golarion was a world of magic, and of active gods and while travel by road was necessary it was not the only option. The aged tiger lord chief was waiting for them and nodded in greet. What remained of Armag's sundered confederation had divided into those last wings and followings which would remain within his borders. Dugath and his companion Gwart approached. The aged Tiger Lord nodded again, "You will have to host an all thing in the summer to speak law to the easterners," He remarked, referring to the Iobarians, "But Armag waits for you now."

 

[Imperator Pax]

You have such endurance in writing, even if its slow I expect one day this story will reach a ending unlike countless others who go on hiatus.

Click to shrink...

I actually have a sequel planned if we ever get through the first decade, with more Shyka, but as a story that will be less empire building as it does involve Shyka and portals and time shenanigans [Armag, Amiri adventuring other stuff]

I think right now the epilogue of this story is I think 4721 though I have events for the kingdom extending into the 4730s

 

[Imperator Pax]

Late Pharast 4715
They made their way along carefully laid granite sets of the roadway, a recent addition... one that had not been here when he had met Armag in the duel last year. It expanded upon the Tomb's many benefits. Armag's Tomb was located and well chosen for its ability to be support grazing stock, and the Tiger Lords would have no trouble establishing protected hill forts around the area, or in sewing grains like wheat and Barley here. The spring thaw had expanded the river but it was small in comparison to the likes of the Shrike.

It was however clear that between probably some kind of water conservancy work, and just the spring thaw the water was deeper. The Tiger Lords were expanding their presence here, and that also meant shrines if not full on temples to deities besides the Lord in Iron. Armag clearly had grand plans but Winter and the change in political conditions had effected putting such ideas into practice.

There were real questions about how Armag would pursue agriculture here. Whether he hewed closer to brevoy's communal plots of land, or followed an enclosed set of plots. Then, beyond that there was going to be how the land was worked, and what was planted. Rostland's broad largely flat fertile plains were a breadbasket to not just Brevoy ... the brevic economy was agricultural like most pre modern economies were. Its power structure medieval... the disappeared house of the king, of the 'dragonbloods' had left the Issian Suratovan dynasts in power on the tenuous connections of shared kinship to the Rogavarians.

Eire wondered how long that could maintain. He wasn't the only one The problem was the revolutionary change which had swept over the stolen lands. Armag's confederation being allowed to grow unchecked by the lack of a powerful northern monarchy would have effected the entire region if the Tiger Lords had been able to sway the horse lords of Iobaria. The population of the Kamelands was over a million now, a number that was difficult for a normal person to grasp... and that completely upended the idea that Rostland or Brevoy as a whole exerting pressure into the frontier. The mass movement of people over just the last two years changed the dynamics, and now with the tens of thousands of kellids who in settling either under Dugath a somewhat more conservative Tiger Lords principality, and Armag's followers who intended to push forward with a more radical view of constructing a new state. Most likely Armag would form the more northern state if they did settle along those lines... but even that was not settled as a question for age old questions of traditions sat open in the air.

So it was not just the ambitions of Issia or Rostlandic nobles... it was that for all intents and purposes after his Imperial core the tens of thousands of kellids were the second and third most populated regions of his realm... and they were well west of the Hooktongue county, or the Dunsward. Amvarean's suggestion was to balance matters by pushing east ward. It was a suggestion supported by Vordakai who wanted the realm to exert control over the ruins of cyclop's empire for which the various denizens of modern Iobaria had overrun or had left well enough alone.

It was the east that Eire had directed Minderhal's clergy next. That was in no small part their own preference as well, for it gave the stone giant clergy contiguous connection to the Kamelands populous urban centers. With few dwarves, far fewer than brevoy, the stone giants presented the best overland option... and they would take example from the road of shields.. and it was in the southern kamelands that Eire recognized the entrance to the underdark lay. A passage he meant to defend even he did not have dwarves aplenty in his realm ... and also that he wouldn't have been surprised if he needed to secure the road of shields from down below... and the shield castles were important examples of fixed fortifications and trade outposts.

Dugath, and Armag agreed that they should follow that example.

Eire settled into place at the round oak table a reminder that from the Kellid perspective he was first amongst equals... and indeed from Feudal perspective he was here to at least moderate the arguments between the two powerful chieftains.

The two members of Gorum's faith however disagreed on implementation of that example.

He accepted there were differences of opinions. Just as he recognized that part of that disagreement was he had not built the road of shields. Work to restore it had been labor intensive, and in the south had entailed asking trolls and kobolds, and then also the river giants and timber born to fulfill obligations of labor, and in the north efforts had focused on other contributions largely from immigrants more affiliated with churches friendly to Iomedae's own church.

That created problems. What was worse, was that Dugath and Armag's difference in opinion at least to Eire seemed to be slight. A matter of degrees, or perhaps tradition. Dugath wanted an approach of fortified camps, Armag wanted the same at least in broad strokes. For the more conservative Tiger Lord position it was that Dugath envisioned that these fortified camps would be the basis to raise and train a crown sponsored mercenary company, where as Armag while still agreeing viewed it necessary to focus on the broader territorial kingdom role.

Dugath shook his head. He had had the sides of his head shaved close, showing the sides of his skull with a flange of shock white, and gray hair combed over to one side. "Numeria has little trade with us, and trade with the northerners or the cheese mongers to the south is equally unproductive."

Eire wanted access to Numerian goods. It sounded like a fascinating land. An insane land of techno-savagery to be sure but Dugath was right there was little trade with Numeria... and the Brantheld mountains were a hurdle before one even considered Numeria's manifold perils and its rival tribes and it was that group... "It would be prudent," The aged chief declared to fortify the west, to withstand the wolf clan's efforts, and the black gars as well... there are others but the Ghost Wolves in the north will make a nuisance of themselves."

Armag didn't disagree. "We will build cities for our people Dugath. Our Lord in Iron wears a suit of protective armor, and wields every conceivable weapon forged from the ores of the earth. It is thus we must build cities to house great foundries to provide our warriors weapons aplenty."

Eire sat there as Dugath protested that attempt at a lecture. What followed was a rapid shift from Taldane into Hallit that Eire had a much harder time processing as the two chiefs attempted to use their religious grounding to argue their positions... for which if he were supposed to be brokering made his task harder.

Dugath pivoted abruptly, "RedHair," Which was the loose translation from Hallit, and actually had inclinations to the Kellid branch of Sarenrae's faith, "When you were a boy you rode horses, yes? You lived in a land of roads the kind you build now, yes?" They weren't questions so much as a rapid fire 'statements' phrased in ritual form as questions but more of 'this is the way for you, because it was the way of fathers and grandfathers'. "Our people range in the spring, under the open sky like tigers. We drive the herds from summer to winter camps so as not to overtax the land. What Armag would suggest is to simply ape the customs of one born far from our own. To do so would be foolish as it is not our way and we do not know it as one who grew to manhood with such lessons all around him."

"We Tiger Lords have journeyed far, from the roof of the world to the distant sea, For thousands upon thousands of years our people have both learned lessons and taught them wherever we have travelled. Such was it when I first lived, and such was it when you were a boy, such is it now in this life." Armag stated flatly, "It was from Others the tribe learned to forge Orvinbaane even though we already knew how to forge iron. It is by cities that we will forge much iron. Cities which will require changes to our herds, and to the way we conduct our camps."

Dugath gave a grumbling low growl. "You made promise that once that same sword had been recovered you would assist another in locating it."

Eire glanced to Armag. "Aye," Orvinbaane pulsed as he replied in the affirmative, "I made this promise, My word is my bond."Armag stated. "This will be honored, and such a search will require learned men, and those who practice magic beyond just that of clerics."

Eire realized now that part of Dugath's protest was that Armag had a much more academic, written magical society in mind for the future tiger lords. Not because he personally liked magic, or wizards, but that he saw it was a means to the task at hand. Armag still viewed the best way to handle laws as to speak traditions and refer back to them. People would hear the law spokenand have to commit such things to memory. It was still slightly more formalized than Dugath who simply wished to maintain the Tiger Lords traditions of having laws decided and arbitrated by councils of elders and chiefs with the consent of the clans at large.

 

[Stickypiston]

The Hungarians expy will settle