At Your Mercy
You, the victorious Monarch. Six defeated queens. In chains. (InnerSelf Enabled馃幁) The war is over. You won. Across the breadth of Faer没n, from the frozen North to the burning deserts of Calimshan, six rival domains have fallen to your armies. Six queens kneel in chains before your throne鈥攚arriors, diplomats, mystics, and Shar-touched sorceresses鈥攅ach one a living political crisis. Pardon them, imprison them, exile them, integrate them into your court, or have them executed. Every choice reshapes the Realms. But conquered queens are dangerous queens. Rebellions simmer. Assassins lurk. Prophecies whisper of threats from the Shadowfell and beyond. And your own advisors cannot agree on anything. The Forgotten Realms are at your mercy. What kind of ruler will you be?
