You approach the cluster of nobles (and one or two not-so-nobles] that have gathered to hear the herald's proclamation.
"Since the king is old and has no heir, he has declared that the first noble to hold 10 precious gems will succeed him as ruler of this great land".
In a bold outburst, you step into the circle of people. "I will be the next king!" you announce
But the faces of the very nobles that you've oft feasted with don't agree. And so, you find yourself on the edge of a great feudal war. â€¦