Autumn 1547 Hattori have eradicated Saito and established trade relationships with me. Actually I am coming to a point, where I would quite like to fight against someone. I upgrade my market in Mikawa. Winter 1547 Takeda establish trade relations with me. I arrange a marriage with a Kitabatake princess. At the same time I send over a ninja to check out their provinces. They look about as strong/weak as me. Hattori is not really friendly with me. But he is locked up in a battle ...
The large room was shrouded in darkness. Placed along the walls were lamps that emitted a faint light. He knew those lamps existed: they were fuelled by an invisible force called 'electricity'. It was said that a long time ago, all lamps were fuelled by electricity, but he had never seen one that worked. In the middle of the hall was a large table, scattered upon which were a number of maps. One of those maps showed T47, a large green area. The other maps, however, seemed odd. Some showed multiple ...
The world is not a nice place. Of course, some old stories have kids playing on the streets, food for everyone and even houses with pools in the garden. None of those things are here anymore, if they ever were. As far as I can see it the world always has been a terrible place. Only the strong can permit some luxury, until someone else appears to be stronger. It is in this though world we live in today. History is all around us and although everything is broken and abandoned, it’s legacy has not ...
Autumn 1545 I actually noticed, that we don’t count turns, we count seasons. Funny how I have never noticed that even after playing S2 for many many hours. I upgrade the castle of my main province of Mikawa. This is crucial, as I need a market (money is so much more important in S2 than in other games), and I need the defensive towers. Ideally I would like to get one upgrade higher. I hire bowmen in Owari. I still expect an attack imminently. At the moment, I am not at war with ...
‘We left early that morning, we really wanted to be at the arena on time. It is our only way of earning some honest income, you know. As always, the complainer started to curse the weather, the long walk and more of that. We call him the complainer, we give all of us nicknames. His real name is Barbara by the way. Funny isn’t it? Anyway, Skinny Frank told him to shut up. Technically skinny Frank isn’t all that skinny – he is a nice guy, but when you start about his enormous size he can easily ...
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