Corvuz,
That's a shame. Johan ought to write a trigger, at least for dynasties.
Nonetheless, it'd still be possible and it would enable us to tell a pretty neat story, if we wanted to come up with one. I'm not a big reader of fantasy-though I still have terrible flashbacks to reading Beowulf in college-but it's my understanding that the "heroic" form requires a battle between clearly defined good and evil forces with individual triumphs and quests at the heart of things. So we could script event chains starting with the Lord of, say, the village of Cursedbutvaliantpeasents in Finland, finding an abandoned infant boy on the battlements of his Keep. He can choose to raise the boy as his own, give the boy to a servant girl but care for his education, give the boy to the local monastery or kill the boy outright, each with immediate consequences and the possibility that the boy could grow up-through other events-to become a great hero, a usurper or a selfish, talentless, boozing skirt-chaser, and that killing him could either spare the realm an age of darkness and despair or bring upon it a great curse. In this particular case, let us say the Lord is wise and compassionate. He is not a great general or a great banker or a great statesman, but rules the county of his fathers with a just and happy hand, his only sadness being that his wife, whom he loves dearly, has given him only girls and now her loins are dried up and she never seems to be in the mood anyway but is completely focused on her career and staying in shape with her burly German personal trainer Heinrich behind closed, soundproof doors in the dungeon where the shackles and whips, unused for the many years of the Lord's goodly rule, appear to be inexplicably wearing out. And so he takes this infant as his son, and his wife in her outrage places a curse on him, for her career is witchcraft or, as the Lord says in his passive-aggressive moments, "turning into her mother," and so he is destined to bring death to his father. The Lord, fearful of this but with no will to murder his beloved son, summons the wise and probably wrinkled and bent and carrying a staff to his meager court, but none can lift the curse. Finally, the most wrinkled and bent with the largest staff, a great wizard from the terrible east, offers to take the boy and the Lord, believing this will provide for his son a life while not depriving him of his own, consents. Many years pass and the boy grows into a great and powerful warrior in one the court of the last Good Kings of the East (who will have his own chain of events), until the evil Emperor, whose favorite color is probably black, finally breaks through the walls and lays his home waste, and so he flees to the southlands and there from the tribes of the Black sea raises a ragtag but noble host that probably thinks of itself more as a family and he leads them to the simmering castle of the Emperor and there learns that he is in fact the Emperor's son, secreted away by his mother in the night and left at the castle of a man whose heart is pure, this she knew for she was a good witch who just happened to have a thing for bad boys, and overjoyed at this revelation, having slew his father, he calls the Lord to his majestic court and the Lord, anxious to praise and honor him and very happy to hear from him after a bad year that saw one of his daughters wed a mule he knew could never make her happy and his wife announce, entirely out of the blue, that she and Heinrich were moving into the dudgeon permanently and could he try to be happy for them and please not cry like that and that's the problem she's always had with him and for chrissake I'm not your mother and be a man and no, I don't want to go to counselling for the last time and won't you please just give me half the county and not drag this into court because it'll be such a scandal and O think of the girls and of course we can still be friends you can even just us down there once in a while and I'm sorry I said it and it wasn't a joke and I really would like to and O things are just too complicated and won't you please stop crying I'm just going to go goodbye. And so he packs up his half of the Royal Train and sets out east and approaching the gates of the imperial capital is accidentally kicked in the head by his son-in-law and dies instantly.
Or something to that effect.
It'd be some work, but it'd also be a lot of fun to create a world from scratch, particularly with the character system. What say you?