I remember that someone once posted a screenshot of the message he got regarding the death of a female FM. It was a very special message though; he had never married her off...
I remember that someone once posted a screenshot of the message he got regarding the death of a female FM. It was a very special message though; he had never married her off...
There must be a link between the age of your daughters and the age of suitors, I haven't had one under 50 in 6 game years-one was 64.
Obviously it's ok for women to marry much older men, but young men aren't allowed to marry older women.![]()
I suppose that your faction is already quite rich. It seems to me that the more money you have, the more useless suitors become.
Apart from that, it can happen that unmarried females retire. I've had messages about it in the later stages of a game (not EB though). I don't know at wich age this will happen. Probably 40+
1. A female FM can be married to the age of 50.
2. The older the female, the older the suitor. Also the game will constantly try to get you to marry one female FM before going to the next. The only solution is marry the older ones to clear the way for the others.
Great AARand I hope this helps
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Life of a Roman: An AAR Part Two
Prologue
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I'm writing this in a small inn in Veii, I'm only a few miles from Rome and will probably be there tomorrow. It's just me, my sister and my spear carrier and a few locals. What's my sister doing with me? Well she never married and has always acted as my nanny, mother could never be bothered and father didn't trust the slaves. Of course I'm sixteen now and have no need of a nanny but I couldn't leave her behind, she's more than thirty and father couldn't find anybody to marry her apart from local Gauls. If you know my father you would know that wasn't going to happen. Father expects great things from me militarily so hired a spear carrier just before I left, apart from the obvious carrying my equipment he is also a fine warrior and we train together daily.
The plan is that I will spend four years in Rome, living with associates of my grandfather (the governor of Cisalpine Gaul). I will be expected to learn business skills, oratory skills, legal skills, leadership skills and of course martial skills. My first year will be spent in the home of one of Romes finest prosecutors, I will be helping gather evidence and clerking hopefully learning from the great man.
While in Rome I plan to look for my brother. He would be almost thirty now and disappeared when he was seventeen while doing something similar to what I am embarking on. The man he was staying with claims he must have been robbed and murdered and dumped in the Tiber but personally I'm not too sure. He was never one for learning and I know he just wanted to fight, I wouldn't be surprised if he ran off and joined the army under a false name.
Father recently took an interest in family history and discovered a direct line to a former Consul, we are Cornelii of course there's going to be a Consul somewhere back in the mists of time. He thinks it's great, of course now I have to live up to that and restore the family name. Bloody hell, he couldn't even make Senator and wants me to be Consul! Sometimes I wonder if it was his head or leg he hurt coming back from Crete.
Four years in Rome before I join the Legions. I am quite excited about the travel aspect, not necessarily the fighting and killing. I'm not the same man as my father or brother, the stories of father's, my grandfather's and even my great-grandfather's fighting for Rome never filled me with the pride it did them. Indeed sometimes I wonder why we never try to live alongside these foreigners, even when there is peace it's as if we are waiting for an excuse to attack. Of course I never voiced any of these opinions, to my father and brother the life of a non-Roman had as much value as a that of a sheep.
Well, got to go, sister says it's time for bed.
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Chapter 1
In the big city
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I've lived in Rome for a year and I'm still in awe of the majesty of the place. Yes there's crap on every street corner, yes it smells worse than the stables on the farm in the summer, it's true that I am too frightened to leave the house at night but it's Rome. It's the centre of the world, the idea of Rome, what it represents is more important than the reality. I'll bet those other great cities, Carthage, Athens, Pergamon, Alexandreia and the like are just the same, made of wood and smelling of faeces.
My year with the prosecutor was an amazing experience, I spent all day every day looking through books, accounts, ledgers and other fascinating documents. More than one case was won due to my noticing a well hidden falsification or ommission, he told me I would have made a great lawyer if it weren't for the fact I have a worse personality than a particularly dour Spartan. I almost laughed at that one, humour never was my strong point. He did offer me a job, well paid with a cut of profits. I don't need a job though, even at the age of seventeen I am self sufficient. Father gave me enough money to last four years when I left home, rather than leave it in the safekeeping of one of my grandfather's associates I decided to invest in property and I live off the rent. I pack four families in flats intended for one and make four times the money, I have already bought another two buildings I intend to convert into tenements. I also employ a number of men to help me run my affairs as my studies take up a lot of my time. A few philosophers live in one of my apartments (by themselves, I wouldn't make them live with ordinary people) and I enjoy discussing philosophy with them in my rare free time.
I am now living with a current Quaestor who is responsible for the games in Rome. I am to learn how to raise funds, how to spend those funds efficiently and how to keep the masses happy through blood, death and spectacle. I'm not really that interested in the games to be honest but facts and figures, ledgers and accounts will keep me happy for a year. So long as I'm not expected to go around begging for money to fund the games, I'll probably just give some of my own money and say I raised that.
I've had no luck finding any information on my brother, the man he was living with, a money lender, told me exactly what he had told my father. His story was exactly as it had been years before so I think he believes it. Which is exactly as my brother would have wanted it. Still, I haven't given up, I know I will find out one way or another before I leave Rome.
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