Intrigue - become the king or die trying

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[font=arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif][size=2]We were hit by a slight delay in publishing the last episode of Meet the Court, but it's here and we can all find out what happens when kings get mixed up with conspiracies.[/font]We are working hard to finish the game in the near future and we are happy to report that the musical score for the game is ready and art is not far from being finished. The game itself is tested, as we speak, and will be polished until it's sparkling ;) Gameplay is coming soon, technically lurking around the corner. We will be starting with gameplay stills, but videos will follow shortly.


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There are only two kinds of kings: those who were born to take the throne and those who claimed it. Neither of these paths guarantee a strong and wise ruler, but they do give the king the absolute power to rule the realm as he pleases. Even if heads do not roll every Monday, the monarch will face waves of enemies from within and abroad. Even if he does not bathe in blood, there will be some, who will try to murder him, probably in an inventive and cruel way. The weight of the crown is not to be taken lightly. It can easily become a burden that may bring even the most able of men down. Will the king have enough strength and wisdom to wear it or will history remember him as a terrible tyrant or a clumsy fool?

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[/font][/font]A battalion of trumpets finished playing final, triumphal notes of a proud melody, as the early morning sun was shining through the windows. Even before the last sound faded away, the royal secretary announced the king's approach. "His Majesty, Alexander, first of his name, Protector of the realm and its people". Every single person present in the audience chamber stood up and faced the throne. As the king entered, pulling a long cloak made of the finest velvet and furs, everyone, save for the king's guard, fell to their knees to honour their sovereign. Lord and ladies in front rows did not miss to notice that the monarch was not exactly in a good mood. In fact, his face was darkened with wrath. When his majesty finally sat on the throne, most people in the room realised that the chance of having a decent breakfast, away from the royal dungeon, decreased drastically. The king's voice met nothing, but silence, when it came out like a thunder. "Council members, come before me at once.". Several men seated in various places around the king approached. There came the always anxious minister Termole, closely followed by ever vigilant general Raynald. Out of the shadows came cardinal Razarin. Baron Valefort left his group and strolled towards the king, as did the young prince Nicholas. All of them lined up a short distance away from the king. They were met with king's attention and anger. Everyone in the chamber held their breath, as the monarch was about to continue his speech. "You are all traitors. Plotters. Backstabbers!". Drops of his majesty's spit reached the accused group. "You dared to plot against me? Your king?! You shall pay the price. Off with their heads!". Panicked and surprised cries erupted from the line. Some of the courtiers shouted, pleaded with tears rolling down their chins. Others stood silently and only their eyes expressed how shocked they were. As the guardsmen pulled them away, the king's voice thundered one more time. "Wait". This single word brought hope. Was the king going to reconsider their sentence? Was he going to spare them? "My son". The king looked at prince Nicholas. "Yes, father?". "I have decided to change your fate. Not only have you betrayed your sovereign. You conspired against your father. You are no longer my son and the heir to the throne. You shall hang like a common thief. Take him to the gallows". The few remaining colours on prince's round face faded away, leaving only an expression of pure horror. He tried to mumble something, as he was carried away. Alexander was used to tough decisions. The future of the entire realm rested upon his shoulders. He knew that at least one of the people he sent to die today was innocent. Or maybe two. Or perhaps more. However, he did not have a choice. Someone from the council was plotting to have him killed and this plan was close to fruition. He could not let that happen. Even, if it required him to sacrifice his son. The king's justice had been served. Alexander was not happy, but he was pleased that this ill matter was over. However, he failed to notice that his jester was about to pierce his royal neck with a rather sharp dagger.

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Happy New Year! To start it off well, we are finally bringing you some gameplay screenshots. Enjoy!


And so the game begins...

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It is good to be the king!

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One down, five remain. Who will win the crown?

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