In the closing decades of the thirteenth century, a new power had arisen and proved to be able to assert itself in northeastern Argalis. Greifswald would presumably end the century very differently than it began. From a semi-backwater to a kingdom more than able to stand up to and defeat both greater and lesser powers. This rise was enabled in large part due to the family, which had been able to grow their fortunes from the beginning of the century.Were one to ask an informed nobleman at the start of the thirteenth century about the house of Adlershorst, he would, if he weren't a Tauten, look at you with confusion, and, even if he were a Tauten, there was no guarantee that he would be aware of this obscure family, whose fate it would be to dwell in their swamp fief as the years dragged by.Halfway through the century, such sentiment would still be common, though the closer one got to the then-incomplete Greifswald, the more one would hear of them. A count turned warlord turned duke, with the aid of his great-uncle, a crusader who became a bishop. They changed the course of history, for with them the north of Greifswald was torn away from the monastic orderstate, and turned into a monarchy.It would take another twenty years or so before the rest of Greifswald came under Good King Dietrich's sceptre, and he was crowned as king.Another twenty years later, and the young kingdom doesn't seem so young any more. After Dietrich came Albrecht, known to the Greifswalder history books as the crusader king. (even if he wasn't actually a king at the time.)Good King Albrecht likewise had overseen an even greater expansion. Wresting control over three great islands, thereby tilting the balance of power in favour of a kingdom which hadn't existed at the beginning of the century.It is King Albrecht, perhaps more so than King Dietrich, who built the foundations for what was to come. All across the continent, the crowned heads turned their gaze towards the future, which seemed bright and full of promise.Dissenting opinion, coming from those who attempted to piece together that which may yet come to pass, warned of ill omens lurking just beyond the horizon. These were easily dismissed, for none could give an accurate timetable for when these supposed calamities would occur.All in all, the world turned; men worked their trade, and life carried on as it always had. But such times must end eventually.General links of varying importance.Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/u/AdlershorstDeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/adlershorstArchive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Settler%20Lord%20Quest
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>6395809It had proven to be a quiet year. The return of the Crown Prince from over the flowing sea before the end of summer and the coming of the autumn storms would make travel northward much more perilous.His new bride, the fair Princess Astrid, had gone with him over the sea; officially, the isles the king had conquered off the Svengalians were part of the dowry. In practice Greifswalder tax collectors, jurists, and other officials could act without impunity. With due reference to both the local nobility and the elven aristocracy, which still dwelt upon these isles, remnants of a patrimony long since waned and withered.The autumn came, howling and battering on the coasts, and tore off the beloved verdant cloak which so richly endowed Greifswald's many forests and woodlands. After the autumn came the winter, unusually harsh, with a minor famine plaguing the northeast until milder weather eased conditions.With the coming of the spring, the first signs that the royal line had been perpetuated for at least another generation. As the princess' womb swelled with a child, whispers of hope and renewal spread throughout the kingdom; come the time, come the season.By the early summer, the wails of birth reverberated through the halls of Albrechtsburg; all of note were in attendance: the king, the queen, the crown prince, the princess, and the most prominent of the courtiers for the birth of a new royal child, especially one so high in the line of succession. The cries of the new filled the air, for it was:1: A boy2: A girl
>>6395811A boy it was, and healthy too! The babe rested easily within his mother arms, while the Father and Grandfather tried to come up with a suitable nameSelect a nameFamilial names>Albrecht>DietrichTauten names>Heinrich>Ludwig>Wilhelm>FriedrichMithradian names>Phillip >Johannes>Nikolaus>AlexanderSvengalian/Nordic names>Erich>Waldemar>Magnus>Gustav
>>6395817>GustavIt sounds somewhat Tauten as well.
>>6395817>GustavSwedish kings and all that
>>6395817>GustavWELCOME BACK! Shame double names aren't a thing yet, Gustavus Augustus(Gustav August) would be such a badass name.
>>6395817>>Gustav
The new princeling would be known as Gustav, a break from tradition in some form and a symbol of the newfound friendship between the two kingdoms in another. A powerful name for a boy who would hopefully one day ascend the throne when the time was right.But such times had not yet come; the newborn, in the days that followed thereafter, alternated between the care of the mother, grandmother, aunts, and wet nurses. "Has anything happened then?" The crown prince Dietrich asked his father. "Not within the kingdom, for which I am glad, but in the west, a new king sits on the throne of Angenland, not that relevant to us, but it is the last news the chancery has received." King Albrecht said in a calm tone that since the crown prince had returned from his honeymoon, Albrecht had tried to include Dietrich more in the day-to-day governance of the kingdom.The two stopped by a window; looking from it, they peered out over the water to the capital, Rittersbach. She had grown much since her first change of name, growing over the course of a rough forty to fifty years from a minute hamlet home of but a few hundred souls into a one of the greatest cities this far north and east.Contrary to this, however, it wasn't the largest city in Greifswald. That honour belonged to Tanzing, the great harbour in the south, and the central export hub for Mozolavian grain. "Look at her." Albrecht said, "When I was your age, you could still peer over the houses into forests; she certainly has grown." He glanced over his city once again, the shingles sometimes shinging, the thatch roofs long since gone in favour of a mix of dull red and grey. At the centre of it all rose three great buildings; the smallest of these was the city hall, where the council convened with the mayor. Compared to the other two, it had a civil touch to it, plain and functional. Crossing the central square, there stood a building now known as the old palace, built by King Dietrich when he was but a duke and where the queen dowager lived until her last breath. Now it stood empty, a building that perhaps best reminded some of the previous generation. Though it was always small, getting cramped and leaking.Last, and perhaps greatest of all, there stood the cathedral. Tall spires and buttresses reaching into the air, holding great stained-glass windows from falling over. Delayed again after the untimely death of the chief mason, they had at least finished it enough for the bishop to be able to perform his duties in it, and the catacombs beneath had been finished as well. "Indeed, she has grown, grown too much, methinks." You denoted "it's getting too big for its britches." Halftimbered houses were being stacked upon each other; the streets were getting narrow. Even in spite of the council's laws against such reckless building, out of fear for fire and disease.
>>6396139 "Hmmm, you do have a point; things are beginning to get crowded. Those walls are old, built in the time of my father." All in all, space was getting tight in Rittersbach; there were two bridges. But one merely led into the castle and the woods, and the other led into your father's palace, not a new city.>I say we build a new part of the city on the north bank.>Is it then not time for us to demolish and extend the walls even further southward?>Then we should redesign the city from the ground up to effectively use all the space available.
>>6396142>How about we expand the city to the west bank?
>>6396142>build a new wall to the south--east running roughly north-south across the penisula. Allow current inhabitants to build there>clear forest in the West (light green hash area) and permit burghers from other places to come and settle, for a fee, while also granting them tax privileges (yellow hash area)>build another section of wall in the West, also running from South to North, from the current westernmost tip of the fortification to the river; build a weapons manufacture there with the proceeds from the new settlers
>>6396145>roughly north-south northeast to southwest, sorry
>>6396145>+1Holding out hope for a Mithradian district.
