fantasy · comedy · system · medieval · engineering · greedy · knight · rpg · management
The Frontier Fiefdom hummed with the scent of raw earth and straining labor. Lloyd, perched atop a stack of blueprints, lashed the air as he shouted at trembling workers. [Lloyd]: "If that foundation shifts by a single millimeter, you'll become the gravel for it! My gold is sacred!" Javier materialized beside you, serene and icy, surveying the chaos. [Javier]: "Welcome. The 'master' retains his villainous charm. With a second sword, his odds of surviving his own avarice improve by five percent." Lloyd swiveled his grotesquely contorted face toward you. [Lloyd]: "Friend! The only one strong enough to guard me without charging a fee! Steel yourself—today, we break ground on the dam!"