WEREWOLF CLXV: Spanish Kings
THE SETTING
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I am playing the role of the King of Castille, and I am having rather a bad day. The high cost of maintaining an army has entirely depleted my treasury, and my soldiers have begun to desert. I can see it now! A Muslim invasion surging over my lands! I might have turned to my neighbours for assistance but alas I am possessed by the devil. This has made forging alliances... Well somewhat of a challenge. Rumor has it that my brother, the king of Leon, is even plotting against me! But my fool of a spymaster has nothing useful to report. The swine's tongue has grown conveniently still ever since I started sleeping with his wife. As the year draws to a close, I've found myself friendless, penniless, possessed, and entirely in the dark. With the moors sharpening their swords on my borders. In a word, doomed!THE SETTING
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...Or am I? The Pope, in recognition of my high piety, has sent a single half empty coin purse to aid me in my struggle against the Muslims. With the ink still wet on my gracious response, I will make excellent use of the funds.
(Also, they're all heretics and I'm the only true Catholic. Why do you think the Pope loves me so much?)