Frostbound Lord: Starting with a Daily Intelligence System

On the wind-lashed wastelands of the North, Louis Calvin pulled his wolfskin cloak tight around him and stood alone atop an icy cliff.  Though he was the son of a duke, his family had cast him into this frozen wilderness in the name of “pioneering glory.”  Just when he believed he had been sent to certain death, the Daily Intelligence System activated.  [Thirty-seven starving frost wolves are hiding in the southeastern valley. They will attack your territory tonight.]  [At dawn, the corpse of an ancient god will rise from the frozen lake. Its heart still contains a trace of winter divinity.]  [The Plantagenet Church has branded you a blasphemer. The Knights of the Holy Flame have already begun their northern campaign.]  [A tide of dragons will sweep across the continent. Not one human in ten thousand will survive.]  ...  While the southern nobles were still scheming against one another for power, Louis’s iron cavalry had already crushed the barbarian tribes beneath their hooves.  Frost dragons roared above the Great Wall of Cold Iron.  Winter is coming.