Feudum: Expansions

Bull spit and horse feathers! More strange folk have migrated to your neck of the woods, leaving you with little elbowroom. To make matters worse, windmills and catapults are popping up like dandelions. That takes the biscuit! You’re not about to lick someone’s boots without a fight.

Codswallop! A famine has emptied your barns and you must look to the sea for sustenance. With harpoon in hand, you hoist your anchors and begin your hunt for seal meat. But beware! Not all fins are friendly. The siren’s song is sure to shipwreck you!

Heavens to Betsy! Or is it Betty? Just when you think you know the locals, their moods get all mishmashed and it’s hard to predict what they’re going to do next. You’d better watch your back!