Bashar al-Assad

Duke Thomas Chivay gains the infirm trait.

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Scipp3r, you need to add the bishop list. Which currently includes: Frances LeTroux. But thanks anyways.

Do Kha have thumbs?

Actually due to independent capitalist merchants, trading isn't an issue AT ALL.

It still seems disproportionate in my eyes as Iron IS a main driving force in the economy. EDIT: How about the dwarves don't have iron? It will stick to the lore as the dwarves are greedy so they would need the gold. The Kha can just have iron, making it difficult to get iron due to the hostile environments one would have to cross to get to the Kha island.

Iron should just be reserved for public mines to halt any sort of monopolization. Mining abilities don't contribute to the natural creation of the ores present in the world.

white rose power

Father Raymond catches a glance of this as well and shakes his head with disapproval.

Elves need more emeralds.

This, again. I believe this should definitely be put in place, I have no idea why it wasn't brought to the table before.

Bernard de Sarkozy laughs at the fact that no one can enter Sherwood due to law.

Bernard de Sarkozy doesn't come.

There are no Prince-Archbishops save the High Pontiff himself. There is just Archbishop Goddard of Salvus, Archbishop Osterwald of Renatus and Archbishop Bogdanus of Seventis. There is also Bishop Frances LeTroux.

((The treaty specified everything south of the river, so this person is right on the map. Also I'm not sure about the status of Darkhaven now.))

((Finally a realistic enough roleplay map.))

((The Marquis of Shadowcastle is still around, he just appointed a baron of his village.))

You could take away Lenfarthing's name an replace it with a large "Holy Oren Empire" stretched across. I believe it would look visually more appealing, but also backed by the fact that is a dominion of HOE. You also might want to change War Uzg to orcish badlands.

Edward greets Hadrien in the nether. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a quiet day for the neglected younger nephew of Hadrien de Sarkozy. He sat in a lounge chair in the countryside of Auvergne listening to the birds chirp and watching the Auvergnian serfs prune the grape vines to make wine. He felt genuinely at peace at that moment. He looked up to to see the shining sun casting it's rays down upon the grape vines, the shadows dancing on the ground. Then a squawk broke his peace, and the worst bird in the Kaedreni homing pigeon force flew down at him, smacking straight into the building whose shade was providing ample cover from the sun. He fell of his chair with the loud noise breaking the peace. He stares at the limp bird, gathering a stick to poke it. It lets another loud squawk before falling dead. He slowly and cautiously takes the letter from the bird's leg. He unrolls it and reads it very slowly. "Mkay."