When you purchase through links on our site, we may earn an affiliate commission.Heres how it works.
I didn’t set out to be aManor Lordswarmonger.
Sadly, I could barely grow any of them.
My starting region was massive, but only one tiny pocket of it was capable of growing wheat.
The rest was a swathe of reds and yellows that denoted horrific soil quality.
Help, thankfully, was at hand in the form of a large herd of deer.
I survived the first winter, and then expanded, my village growing fat on copious quantities of venison.
Oh deer
Hours passed, and my village thrived.
I built new houses and welcomed new arrivals.
I even set up a farm to take advantage of my paltry patch of fertile ground.
And to get those, I needed a tavern.
To make ale you need malt, and to make malt you need barley.
But if growing wheat was difficult, growing barley on my salted earth seemed next to impossible.
I could buy malt and pass it on to my brewer, but doing so was extremely expensive.
I needed a longer-term fix, and I knew just how to get it.
Unfortunately, I had sought peace, and that region had long since been claimed by another lord.
Thankfully, I’d been tanning hides from all those deer for years.
I marched to war.
