I am burning the Bishop while he sleeps. I’d say it’s nothing personal, but quite a lot in medieval management sim Norland is personal. He shouldn’t have slept with the Queen’s sister, for example. He shouldn’t have insisted his lover subsequently pay him for a confession to absolve herself of the guilt accrued from sleeping with him. He shouldn’t have felt safe in a room next to the Queen, a woman described as “reckless” in her character traits, and who is perilously close to having a nervous breakdown. This, my holy friend, is how your bed chamber becomes a raging inferno.
By the end of my first game of Norland, the village of Nandos (you can name your own settlements) is covered in more blood than the back end of the bard’s best work. In storytelling terms, it is a tragedy. In terms of fantasy management games? It is great fun. The failure cascade as waterslide.
