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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby Djehutynakht » Thu Sep 15, 2016 5:04 am UTC

I've been hard-worked and tired lately, so I have not gotten much writing done. I'll try to get some in soon as I can.

That map looks good. The one error that I'll point out is that Lyos is definitely toward the south (I originally had it somewhere south of the Urkaam, I believe. Though if you want to make it at the mouth, it's fine with me)

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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby Djehutynakht » Thu Sep 15, 2016 7:19 am UTC

"Fellow Citizens!" Farcus declaimed. He and the other 12 living elders stood, with Harro Clothbolt, outside the halls of the Confluence before a crowd. A decent amount were Scuole members, though others were not.

"Today in our hallowed Hall, you, through our honored Voters, mandated that the Scuole di Sant Isabella take on the task of governing the peninsula of Nolair. We stand before you today, members of the Elders Committee, to humbly accept your commands. We shall serve you with duty and with honor. We shall look to the shining example of Her Grace, Sant Isabella, and pray that she bestow upon us the same wisdom and the same mercy that she herself had, to give down law to Nolair and to lead their people hand-in-hand with the rest of our nation, to peace and prosperity.

In order to achieve this goal, we of the Elders Committee of the Scuole di Sant Isabella do hereby task that the Governor's Committee of the Scuole of Nolair take up this mission on behalf of all of their brethren, and seek to guide their neighbors in the North with the wisdom of the Scuole. That they, in obedience to their Elders, as we are in obedience to our nation, follow our guidelines, and seek to reestablish harmony in the North.

And to do so, we hereby declare that the governor Harro Clothbolt is hereby declared by us, the Committee, to be the Shariff of Nolair, to bring forth our charter, our rules, and to enforce the government. We pray that Sant Isabella bestow on him the grace and justice of leadership."

At this, Harro stepped forward. Bowing first to the people of the crowd, then to Rik and other Confluence officials, and then finally to the Elder's Committee, he took from them the the Scuole's Charter for Nolair and held it up high, to cheering from the Scuole members of the crowd, and a few others.

"My good countrymen!" Harro began, with a rich and commanding oratory voice. "You have bestowed upon us the means to make peace in Nolair! You have given us a great honor, and a great responsibility! I vow to the Elders Committee that I will carry out their commands. I vow to you that I shall return peace to our nation! I vow to you that I shall hand down the law fairly and mercifully. I call upon the mercy of Sant Isabella and the strength of her companion, Sant Dennis, to guide me! I shall return to Nolair at full haste, and put an end to this grievance! Pro patria! Pro patria! Pro patria!"
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"Well," Brax said, shifting in his seat and facing Marcus. "I cannot pretend that a... new direction for the Guild would not help smooth over tensions. The Scuole is afraid to have to deal with a hostile fighting force...Not that it wouldn't be able to handle the confrontation," he added, a bit quickly.

"But.... look, there have always been tensions. When we go to war, it is Guild Members who make up the command, and the elite corp of our army. But it is the townspeople and the farmers--some of them Scuole members--who serve as the foot soldier. And the Guild members look down on such untrained peasants. On the field, in the city--we see simple minded country boys, artisans only as good as the craft they produce, soft and cushy merchants, all intermixed with thieves and scammers--not like the honest, brave and loyal Guild members. And the people look back and they see... bullies. They fear the Guild, and so are hostile to them when the Guild shows its muscle".

"And you're saying..." Marcus nudged him.

"I'm saying that if the people felt at one with you, they'd accept you better. Why, why does the Scuole have Security Committees anyways? Because we feel that we are not protected, and we need to take the matters into our own hands. And if what you're saying about these secret dealings--killers going free--are true, I'm not sure that the Elders will be bound to change anything".

"But if we changed?" Marcus asked.

"I doubt you've been following it closely, but ever since Arxus died a few of us have been doing a lot of work. We've been counting the votes closely. I'm going to be the next one elected to the Elder's Committee, Marcus. If you need an ally in the Scuole... I'm here. I may not fight with metal anymore, but a comrade-in-arms remains one for life".
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Harro Clothbolt let Serena Ver know that he wouldn't be opposed to the Security Committee being given associate Guild membership. But it was not his decision, and Ax the Smith would definitely not be willing to go quietly into the night. He'd rather take on the Guild headfirst through... other means. Well, those means were dangerous, and Harro would rather not see the country erupt into turmoil. It would endanger his mandate in Nolair.

Just as Harro thought, when the message was conveyed to the Elders, and subsequently to Ax, he was not happy. But he did not fume and punch walls as he was apt to do. Instead, he seemed wickedly contemplating something. Apparently, the Guild member, Reyan, had come to him and offered herself up to his service for the remainder of the season. He seemed to be most preoccupied thinking of what to do with her, and, to the rest of the Scuole's relief, seemed to be putting grand revenge against the whole Guild off his mind for the time.

The Elders were optimistic, however, that perhaps some deal would be able to be reached with the Guild. Brax had certainly returned with a favorable report.
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Centus walked along a stone-lined corridor in the lower levels of the courts. The light was low here, but not totally dim. He had been sent to find a boy. He'd been told that the boy had... secrets. This was not necessarily his business, but it was important. His business, strictly, was the long and solemn code of the Scuole di Sant Isabella. He had come to deliver onto that sacred pact due to all members. In a way, he had come to deliver charity.

To his surprise, however, upon turning a corner, he saw two women approaching the door he himself was meant for. He tried drawing back around the corner, but not before they saw him. He knew one of the women. This might be... tricky.

"Hey, you," the woman said. "Don't hide. Come on, show yourself".

Knowing the game was up, Centus strolled back around the corridor, trying to look casual.

"Why? Could it be? Have I come upon the wonderful Grace Avin and one of her esteemed companions?" Centus gave a little bow, respectful, but not distant.

"What are you doing down here?"

"I'm just taking a stroll," Centus said, casually. "Many Scuole members around the Confluence lately. We've had a lot of business here".

"Are you here about the boy?" Avin asked, more directly.

"Boy? Whatever could you mean? This isn't the loo?" he tried to sound as absolutely clueless as he possibly could.

"Centus..."

"Fine," Centus replied. "Yes, the boy... er.. Cuodr, I believe his name is. His grandfather was a member of the Scuole. Now, his parents spurned us, and did not join the Scuole, so for the longest time we had nothing to do with the family. But now since his parents are dead, and only the boy remains, by our custom he is his grandfather's survivor, and thus the Survivor Rights apply to him. I have come to offer him bread, oil, and coin, should he accept.

I know too much to ask a Grace what they are up to, so I shall not ask what you want with the boy. But, of course, please feel free to talk to him first". Centus gave a little bow again, and stepped aside.
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The Scuole is not inclined to support the Harvester's proposals for evacuation services, as they are much less useful to those who live inland... such as those in the Capital.

Their charitable work is appreciated however, and the Scuole has no objection to any current Harvester actions... save the normal bickering over fish rights and prices.

Orim has been warmly welcomed to the Scuole and subcommittee, if he so chooses.

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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby Echo244 » Thu Sep 15, 2016 9:01 am UTC

Minor correction to the map; Altua is in mountains near, and accessible from, Nolair. Say, on the west side of mountains to the east of Nolair. Otherwise, it makes little sense as a meeting point; the Graces would have been asking the Disgraced to travel across the mountains and separate themselves from the conflict zone, which is a poor request to make if you *actually* want a meeting.

...and on to the major point:

Djehutynakht wrote:I, myself, plan to define the rebels a bit more in upcoming posts (though treading carefully, in mind of Echo's post).

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I think being justified in that many of the rebels are members of the Scuole

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The fact that the Scuole now governs


If the Scuole now governs, that's kind of giving me - and anyone else who's been focussing their efforts and planning on actions in Nolair itself rather than a vote in the capital - nothing left to work towards. And let's be fair, I've been saying "Get to Nolair" right from the beginning, it's not like I've expressed no interest in the matter.

If the Scuole's involvement with the rebellion gives them primacy in defining the state of the rebellion or the outcome, that disempowers everyone else right from the start. That is not the game I hoped to be joining. See other comments regarding the ability of new/occasional players being able to pop up and change the course of this shared history.

Subsequent narrative has steered away from this, in focussing narrowly on events in the capital rather than imposing sweeping changes, but the way those comments are phrased I can't just let them pass. I feel like I've spent a fair amount of time putting characters in to influence things in Nolair - and then waiting to allow others to join in defining the rebels so I don't make a sweeping power grab - only to find that suddenly, fait accompli, Scuole governs, situation over before I've done anything.

I'm kind of not sure how I want to proceed with this. I mean, I've been more or less farting around waiting for others to chuck ideas in the direction of the rebels rather than just weaving the threads of narrative into the pattern I like. Now I feel like I'm left with nothing left to do but minor embroidery in a corner patch.

I have some ideas that have been backing up for a while - the actual meeting with the Disgraced, throwing my lot in with the rebels, capturing a castle and offering it to the rebellion (including the lines "Beware Graces bearing gifts" and "I've come to inspect the tapestries") that leaves room for other societies to also join in with the rebels, or stack up on the opposing side with whatever army comes from the capital. I might just write them up and see if we want to use them, but... I mean, if we're just going with the Scuole running Nolair, end of matter, let's timeskip, then I've got nothing to write for.
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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby JackHK » Thu Sep 15, 2016 11:37 am UTC

Corrections for the map:
---Lyos to be moved to delta of the Urkaam.
---Add river through Guohen from mountains to river to south.
---Savvah to be moved further inland to the mountains
---Altua to be moved to just east of Nolair (across the bay?) at a higher elevation so you can see Nolair

Regarding Echo's entirely justified rant:

Harro won't get to Nolair for at least two weeks. That's plenty of time for parties already in Nolair to make the situation... less amenable to his taking over everything. I certainly didn't intend for the Vote passing to mean that the Scuole would have no problems trying to take control.

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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby Echo244 » Thu Sep 15, 2016 11:54 am UTC

(Really trying not to rant - this has been a very friendly productive collaborative thread and I like that where we've had differences, we've been able to resolve them within narrative, and I would rather withdraw and let this thing continue than disturb that)
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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby JackHK » Thu Sep 15, 2016 11:58 am UTC

<maybe rant was an ill thought out word but oh well :D

You have been one of the main contributors to this story and I have enjoyed everything you've written :) I'm sure we can resolve any conflict ls happily for everyone 8-) >

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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby plytho » Thu Sep 15, 2016 2:06 pm UTC

I think "the fact that the scuole now governs" was referring to the situation in the capital and the lack of influence Jack has now that the confluence has signed over power to the scuole. As far as the confluence is concerned, the scuole now governs. Anything can still happen in Nolair. The rebels (or factions within the rebels) might not accept the Hall's appointed new governor. Lot's of things could have happened in Nolair while he was away. I feel the situation is still pretty open, with Harro as an important piece being brought into play.
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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby orangedragonfire » Thu Sep 15, 2016 2:29 pm UTC

Yeah, given that the rebels officially declared independence, they may not really care about the decision of the Confluence. Basically, the vote doesn't decide things, but it does give the Scuole the Confluence's approval in trying to establish control over Nolair.

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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby Djehutynakht » Thu Sep 15, 2016 2:52 pm UTC

Yes, indeed. I'm definitely not trying to take away anybody else's ability to effect change in Nolair. I'm just going about my own plans and others are free to... try... throwing a cog in it.

My comments were just going off the logic of the situation as I see it. Many of the rebels are Scuole members, loyal to the Scuole. That's why I chose the path of getting a charter. That rebels would be placated by autonomy (the runner-up prize to Independence) and that prominent Scuole rebels would listen if that government was the Scuole. I was told to deal with the situation and... that's how I dealt with it.

Not saying others won't have their say.

Although... what I will say is that even if Harro gets back to Nolair and even if he establishes his government and gets the revolution to subside... that won't necessarily mean that things will be done for everyone else in Nolair. It will bring... new opportunities.

Like I said before, he's not as separate from the rebellion as he's been claiming. His intentions... have not all been revealed.

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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby eran_rathan » Thu Sep 15, 2016 3:35 pm UTC

I understand where Echo is coming from, and I would like to see the rebels be their own faction. However, I think that there are enough of us to stop the Scuole's fait accompli, given travel times involved. Additionally, we have the Confluence who is essentially the government of the country, I don't really have much of an issue with the Scuole running Nolair, mostly because I intend to make things more difficult :twisted:
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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby Djehutynakht » Thu Sep 15, 2016 4:02 pm UTC

Honestly my best advice is that we just play the game. Too much talking about it messes with how we play it (for instance Im far less inclined to follow my original plot idea of having Harro ask the Guild for an escort to Nolair after his most recent post).

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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby Queen Arasene » Thu Sep 15, 2016 8:32 pm UTC

Additional map note: you spelled the mountain name wrong slightly.
I'll repeat it again; Mount Nur'nbergwassolls. I admit I made it a bit harder than necessary.
(it's actually a fun word that, naturally, translates to 'just a mountain, what about it')
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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby JackHK » Thu Sep 15, 2016 8:37 pm UTC

Queen Arasene wrote:Additional map note: you spelled the mountain name wrong slightly.
I'll repeat it again; Mount Nur'nbergwassolls. I admit I made it a bit harder than necessary.
(it's actually a fun word that, naturally, translates to 'just a mountain, what about it')


Oops, sorry.
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I'll post the scene with Cuodr in the Courts tomorrow, along with a couple more developments.

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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby Djehutynakht » Thu Sep 15, 2016 8:39 pm UTC

I just read it as Nuremburg Waffles.

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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby Echo244 » Fri Sep 16, 2016 10:36 am UTC

Djehutynakht wrote:Yes, indeed. I'm definitely not trying to take away anybody else's ability to effect change in Nolair. I'm just going about my own plans and others are free to... try... throwing a cog in it.

My comments were just going off the logic of the situation as I see it. Many of the rebels are Scuole members, loyal to the Scuole. That's why I chose the path of getting a charter. That rebels would be placated by autonomy (the runner-up prize to Independence) and that prominent Scuole rebels would listen if that government was the Scuole. I was told to deal with the situation and... that's how I dealt with it.

Not saying others won't have their say.


My objections were based around the idea that the Scuole forming the government was shutting everyone else out from having a part in it, and that the rebels being immediately placated by the Scuole solution gives nobody else a voice or an opportunity to be part of that, influence its shape or balance. I regard it as writing my threads of narrative out just as much as I would be if I suddenly turned round and had the Grace of Shadows murder Harro Clothbolt before he left the capital.

Djehutynakht wrote:Although... what I will say is that even if Harro gets back to Nolair and even if he establishes his government and gets the revolution to subside... that won't necessarily mean that things will be done for everyone else in Nolair. It will bring... new opportunities.

Like I said before, he's not as separate from the rebellion as he's been claiming. His intentions... have not all been revealed.


I can't work with what's not been revealed. I have no idea what to work towards. I have no idea what these "new opportunities" might be and frankly have far more interest in *stopping* the Scuole, because I *know* there are more opportunities (and space to write) in a rebellion in which everyone can pitch in, than in picking up crumbs from round the edges of someone else's fait accompli.

OK. Let's try something different.

So, here's the direction I was planning on going, spoilered for length:

Spoiler:
Rebellion: Kind of modelled around the Easter Rising - rebels with high ideals and reasonable support for independence, but less so for outright rebllion. They are lacking professional armed forces, supplies of arms, equipment etc. but through simple numbers have taken over. In particular, the rebellion's takeover of the Post Office makes an excellent explanation for why the Graces' information network went silent (assuming we're allowing ourselves a postal system, but since it's an organisational thing rather than technological I don't think it's necessarily too advanced). I think that this both matches most of the original layout for the scenario, and leaves plenty of room for Societies to be able to alter the balance through lining up either behind or against the rebellion. A figure such as Harro Clothbolt fits in well with this - charming and charismatic, capable of persuading groups to actually rise up and make change, but far from being able to simply declare victory with a charter, because an army will probably come along in a minute.

Meeting with the Disgraced & rebels: Most of the above picture of the rebellion would, necessarily, be exposed. Which is why I've held off writing it to let other people form things first, rather than just planting my flag in it all. The Disgraced, much as they don't like the Graces, are going to be more or less trampled over, because the Graces' aims and the rebellion's are pretty similar. Whatever the Disgraced think, the Graces are going to be welcomed in to the rebellion the minute they have anything concrete to offer.

Concrete... or stone: The non-professional under-equipped army of the rebellion haven't exactly fancied storming Castle Nolair. The Duke and his small personal guard have locked themselves in, unsurprisingly, and are using the private wine cellar to keep morale up until authority from the capital is re-imposed. Something between subterfuge, violence and braggadocio (the phrases "Beware Graces bearing gifts" and "I've come to inspect the tapestries" definitely form part of that) overwhelms the guard, and the Graces have a castle to offer the rebellion.

The Grace of Blades, now having a voice within the rebellion, then expresses uneasiness about the tactical situation in Nolair; the harbour, the hills, the road from the south (or whatever locations come to mind, or other people have thrown in). All are weak points that invaders could occupy to threaten the rebellion. Support from other societies will be needed. This then leaves other players room to occupy/damage bits in order to support or oppose the rebellion, at more or less an equal level. Through this, we can then line up on opposing sides, negotiate a settlement if there's an acceptable path to all, and then fight it out in an actual battle with anyone who's still disagreeing. Every advance is made at a cost, sort of thing, being outnumbered means you're pretty solidly on the losing side, that sort of thing.

...which more or less forms a nice end point for this sequence before we timeskip.


I think the above is probably a good framework; it allows us scope to move forward while allowing multiple societies an input, gives everyone space to change things/write/alter/bend some of history to their will, works us towards a climactic event before a timeskip, and makes the outcome necessarily a collective decision. But I've held off just working towards this because, well, being trampled all over by someone else's idea of Where All This Goes is filed under "Not Fun".

Thoughts?
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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby JackHK » Fri Sep 16, 2016 11:01 am UTC

<OOC>
I, at least, have no objections. :D I think one part of people's struggle was just that nobody had tried defining anything really about the rebellion. I think your plan is a very good one, as it gives everyone room to influence what goes on (except maybe me, but I don't mind having mostly indirect power for faraway places like Nolair 8-)). I also like that it has built-in, as you say, a climax point where we can come down from to end this section.

Expect a new story update from me later today.
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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby Echo244 » Fri Sep 16, 2016 12:07 pm UTC

OOC:

JackHK wrote:(except maybe me, but I don't mind having mostly indirect power for faraway places like Nolair 8-))


True, but there's nothing stopping you sending characters/teams/forces/whatever beyond the capital. I mean, in non-rebellious regions, there needs to be some sort of administrative connection. I think that we've established that the Nolair rebellion is against the capital, therefore there must be some connection there for Nolair to be rebelling against - which you can then play off by simply outright opposing, or have civil-servant-esque types trying to undermine the crackdown against the rebellion from within.... there's still space and options! Be creative!

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Centus leaned back against the stone wall of his small cell, and reflected on his fortunes.

After bumping in to the Graces, he'd had to withdraw. Reporting back to the Scuole, he'd been told to find a way to get to this Cuodr boy anyway.

So he'd tried a few things. Approaches through the corridors were out, every time he went down one, he'd run in to that Grace - the one who wasn't Avin, the one wearing a light brown robe that blended with the local surroundings. Every time he'd tried to step around her, she'd blocked his path. Asking politely got the answer "No." before he'd finished the first word of his question. Trying to push past had... he wasn't quite sure what had happened, but the world had twisted and he'd had to pick himself up off the floor and count his bruises. The direct approach was out.

He tried the messenger tactic next, but, observing from round a corner, the Graces weren't letting anyone else anywhere near this boy either. Except Confluence types, and he couldn't bribe them. No palmed notes were going to get through here.

So he'd tried a sneaky approach. Nosing around through the lower levels of the Courts had found a few vertical spaces - ways to pass messages, food, whatever, up and down between levels easily without someone having to carry things up all the stairs. He'd sneaked inside one near the room Cuodr was in, wedged himself against opposing walls, and painstakingly worked his way up to the correct level. He'd just managed to quietly pry open a small hatch a tiny sliver, before a delicate light-brown hobnailed boot had swung through it and connected with... well, most of his face. He'd fallen back down to the kitchens and landed in a pile of leftovers from the various meals that must have been chucked down earlier. Maybe the sneaky approach was out too. He had just decided on this before the hatch above opened again and something was chucked down onto him - crab soup, and fragments of shell from the claws. Centus pulled himself out of there before anything worse could be thrown down, and staggered off, dabbing at the scratches on his face.

Finally, he'd tried dropping a note in Cuodr's room while it was briefly unoccupied. Maybe the boy had needed to visit the latrine or something; anyway, he'd been moved briefly. Centus snatched his chance, scribbled a quick note, dashed in, found a small table with a drawer, and tucked the note inside the drawer - only to have it slam shut, trapping his hand. He'd been stuck there until the Grace who'd blocked him earlier came back. She didn't say anything, or express any form of surprise.

"I'm... um... er..." Centus was all out of subterfuge. He settled for helplessness, which was all he had left. "Could you help me?"

The Grace just stood there, and regarded him for a while before speaking. "The future lies scattered across one of many paths that can be taken. None, here, lead to what you seek." She then departed, before a couple of Court Guards came in, laughed at his predicament and - after having to demolish the table to release him, had dragged him down to this cell.

Centus dropped his head into his hands. He'd used all of the coins he'd had on him to bribe a guard to get a message to the Scuole informing them of his predicament, but nothing had yet resulted from that. The Scuole had just ordered him off to pass a message, without thinking that, maybe somewhere along the line, someone would make it impossible for that be done. And then... well, he was stuck here, in this tiny cell. The jailer hadn't even given him any food; just laughed and told him that prisoners were kept alive by those who cared about them, until they got "dealt with". The only thing overriding Centus' sense of hunger was his fear about what being "dealt with" meant.

Finally, a small hatch in the door opened. "Here; somebody cares about you!" sneered the jailer. He tossed the remnants of a couple of boiled crabs through - slim pickings, more brown meat than white, and most of it looked like pieces Centus didn't really want to eat. Was this what things had come to?

He slumped further down and started to reconsider his life choices.
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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby plytho » Fri Sep 16, 2016 3:04 pm UTC

Expedition log V42+3
Island reached. Not Sulla's rock or really bad description. No fresh water source but rain should fill our barrels. No longer aware of our position or direction. Islands spotted in the distance, might not be north. Plan is to keep the fleet at anchor here while two ships navigate from island to island in search for a larger landmass. They return in three days with news. Hopefully we have an idea where north is by then so if they don't return with happy news we can simply continue north.


Expedition log V42+4
Skies are clearing near the horizon. Hopefully clear skies by tomorrow

Expedition log V42+5
Skies are clearing. The Krait has returned from what now appears to be South. The southern island matches the description for Sulla's rock. This means the Dugong is headed west. She should be back tomorrow to confirm we hit an island chain.

Expedition log V42+6
Clear skies, oh how I adore the stars. Dugong arriving late visible on the horizon.

Expedition log V42+7
Course= W!
The Dugong has confirmed we're on an island chain. At least four islands, we plan to name them after clouds.

Expedition log V42+8
Course= WNW
Island hopping.
Winds: steady, clear skies

Expedition log V42+9
Course= NNW
Still island hopping. We're past the last island seen by dugong
Winds: steady, clear skies

Expedition log V42+10
Course = WNW
Large landmass on horizon, Terra Incognita?
Winds: steady, clear skies

Expedition log V42+11
Course = W
We have been sailing by the coast of this large island for an entire day. Quite probably terra incognita. The plan now is to find the mouth of a river and build the harvester base there.
Winds: steady, clear skies

Expedition log V42+12
We have found a river and have started to build the Harvester base. This will be the central base of operations for the discovery mission. Teams of Scouts will explore inland while two Harvester ships explore the coast. The Craven will be dismantled and recycled for building- and repair materials as her crew will be manning the base. Our ship and the Moonlight will return home to report the news.

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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby plytho » Fri Sep 16, 2016 3:33 pm UTC

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I accidentally submitted the previous post way earlier than intended. Anyway, I'd like to leave the fate of the expedition up to the ODF. I'd like to be surprised by what happens there after a timeskip.

About the map I would like to see more, but smaller, islands . I imagine the Harvesters as mainland based, harvesting the resources of the sea and the many small islands in it. With bigger islands I'd expect there to be at least one or two large cities which does not seem right as it would make for a very different Harvester-confluence dynamic.
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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby JackHK » Fri Sep 16, 2016 7:44 pm UTC

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Echo244 wrote:JackHK wrote:
(except maybe me, but I don't mind having mostly indirect power for faraway places like Nolair 8-) )


True, but there's nothing stopping you sending characters/teams/forces/whatever beyond the capital. I mean, in non-rebellious regions, there needs to be some sort of administrative connection. I think that we've established that the Nolair rebellion is against the capital, therefore there must be some connection there for Nolair to be rebelling against - which you can then play off by simply outright opposing, or have civil-servant-esque types trying to undermine the crackdown against the rebellion from within.... there's still space and options! Be creative!

If you're not careful, you might inspire me... :D :D

plytho wrote:About the map I would like to see more, but smaller, islands . I imagine the Harvesters as mainland based, harvesting the resources of the sea and the many small islands in it. With bigger islands I'd expect there to be at least one or two large cities which does not seem right as it would make for a very different Harvester-confluence dynamic.

The islands I sketched were kinda at random - I agree that the islands oughtn't be too big.

Had a busier day than I was expecting, will update tomorrow. :)
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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby Djehutynakht » Sat Sep 17, 2016 3:23 am UTC

Well then there you go. I'm not sure what the issue is.

Harro is going to arrive in Nolair, state his authority for the Scuole governing the area, and then subsequently go on a swaying/pressuring mission to make such a thing happen. If the Graces, or any other faction for that matter, for whatever reason they may hold decide that they oppose his efforts and seek to rally up their own opposition against it, they are most perfectly free to make an attempt. Games like these change as the stories progress. We throw wrenches into each others plotlines. You just did it for me, for instance. I had never given any thought to there being a Duke of Nolair (might want to make it a lord or a count; Nolair's a tad small). Now I'm going to have to completely readjust my storyline to account for such an institution. Harro will now need to, in addition to what he was already going to do, convince/pressure this noble to cede their authority to Harro, which they would be unwilling to do even with a government mandate. See? Whole story changes.
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A man in a black cloak whisked himself out of the room. A few of the Elders Committee sat with those of the Charity Committee, pondering the news that they'd just heard.

"But why would anyone lock up Centus?" Tarqo, the Elder, asked. "He wasn't trespassing at the Confluence. He certainly had every right to be there. People know what we do".

"Who in this whole city would dare stoop to violate the Charters of Sant Isabella?" asked a member of the Charity Committee.

"To intervene with a giver of charity is death!" swore another.

"Now, now," Galda, another Elder cautioned. "We have no need to get so extreme. We will get Centus out. I've sent word to Ax. He's going to have that Guild woman that's working for him get Centus out. The Knives guard the confluence and she is a Knife. Hopefully we will have no issues".

"You'd trust a Back-Kniver?" sneered another committee-person.

"The Guild keeps honor," Farcus reprimanded.

"Look at what got 'er there in the first place? What she did to Ax! An'--"

Tarqo held up his hand for silence. "Which is why she's now working for him, at the Guild's command. To restore their honor. They will follow through".

"An' if they don'?"

"Well then we will speak to Sato Rik, the Voters, and the Courts, personally," Farcus intoned.

"But again," the Committee member asked. "Why would anybody attack a Charity-giver?"

"Let us hope" Galda said. "That this remains a simple case of charity".
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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby JackHK » Sat Sep 17, 2016 9:13 pm UTC

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Echo244 wrote:JackHK wrote:
(except maybe me, but I don't mind having mostly indirect power for faraway places like Nolair 8-) )


True, but there's nothing stopping you sending characters/teams/forces/whatever beyond the capital. I mean, in non-rebellious regions, there needs to be some sort of administrative connection. I think that we've established that the Nolair rebellion is against the capital, therefore there must be some connection there for Nolair to be rebelling against - which you can then play off by simply outright opposing, or have civil-servant-esque types trying to undermine the crackdown against the rebellion from within.... there's still space and options! Be creative!

If you're not careful, you might inspire me... :D :D

Geography notes: For the next scene, I require that the Court be located next to the Torsane. :twisted:
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The Courts
The stool is still uncomfortable. The sun descending behind the building opposite serves only to remind me that I have been sitting here for too many hours. Soon the room will fall into darkness; I would have asked for a candle, but I have no reason not to get as much rest as can be gotten from the cot provided.

A sudden breeze, and I shiver violently. Perhaps nobody is coming today after all. I'm not sure I can stand waiting here for much longer; if LIbrarian Rik cannot find someone who will protect me, I might simply run. To the North, probably - though I have heard the man in the black cloak assure people that his protection spans the entire country, surely this is untrue. What tremendous organisation it would take to coordinate over such long distances...

A cold hand is pressed over my mouth. Panic sets in immediately - I didn't even hear the door open - but then there is frantic whispering.

"I apologise for scaring you, Cuodr. Sato sent me here - she alerted us that you were in somewhat immediate peril. I am Grace Avin." Her hand falls from my mouth. "We must be exceptionally quiet. There are two guards nearby, and they must not know that you have left this room. With any luck they won't know until tomorrow morning, which gives us enough time to make sure you are safe." She turns me round gently. Probably she is a decade older than me, something mischevous in her eyes and smile. Can I trust her?

"How do I know Rik sent you?" 'Sent' seems like the wrong word, especially now that I see the shortsword hung on her back. No-one sends a Grace anywhere.

"You sent her this letter, did you not?" She hands my own parchment back to me, my hasty words clearly visible. "When we are safe, you can tell me whatever it is you want to share with us. But for now, I need you to do one thing. Follow me."

I watch as she walks quickly past me and jumps out of the window.
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Rest of my story scenes to follow, thought I'd get this one out as soon as I finished it, since I've put it off for a bit.
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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby orangedragonfire » Sat Sep 17, 2016 11:26 pm UTC

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do note that this is from one character's point of view, and as such may not reflect the complete reality of the rebellion
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There was an old, run-down house on the outskirts of Nolair. Easily to overlook and dismiss. But inside, behind the curtains, the story was different. Expensive furniture, a sparkling clean, and ostentatious displays of wealth in the form of art and paintings. A large table in the middle of the main room had an extensive map upon it, showing the country. Figures in various shapes and sizes were placed upon it.

"It looks like there finally will be a response from the capital. Several groups, after talking about it for a while, now are getting ready to move towards us," the man clad in white robes with golden thread said, moving figures on the map to underline his statement.

"Will that be a problem?" asked the young girl standing beside the table, barely able to look over the top.

"I have been getting bored," he said, "It will be nice to have actual opponents again, rather than just pawns."

"What about me?" the young girl pouted.

He gave her a fond smile.

"While I enjoy our battles of wit, there is still a lot I need to teach you before you are a match for me. I look forward to the time when you can give me a true challenge, but until then it is nice to have some distractions."

He turned back to study the maps, frowning. Was that really all these new players would be? Distractions? He was starting out at a strong advantage, after decades of planning this. More importantly, he knew about the others while they had no idea about him. While that remained true, they could do little to him. But he wasn't sure whether he could stay hidden. And, of course, his source of information wasn't certain. The Grey Prophets could tell you all manner of interesting tidbits, about far away places and the future; and none of it traceable. You didn't need spies or messengers. But the flipside was that the Grey Prophets were so infuriatingly vague in their answers. Getting actual useful information out of them was not an easy task, one he'd needed years to get the hang of, and never had mastered. Still, the usefulness easily outweighed all the problems. He was actually surprised that more people didn't use them for information. Probably because of their reputation for being creepy and too vague to be useful. A reputation which he was happy to feed with well-placed words here and there.

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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby JackHK » Sun Sep 18, 2016 2:10 pm UTC

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Delta House, Lyos
"... and King Tormal has made overtures about taking back the Kisnad Coast from his cousin*. None of this seems to pose a threat to our country, I would say. And I do not wish to talk further of the Faelniv Monarchies. Reading the genealogies gives me awful headaches."

Librarian Fualos, head of the Delta House, could only agree. "We should move on, indeed. What of our own foreign exploits?" Though the Capital was the greatest city in all the world, Fualos liked to imagine that Lyos could one day eclipse it. Already they had to deal with most of the affairs regarding diplomacy. And the city had a higher fraction of immigrants than anywhere else he could name.

Harvester Garred stood. "We all know of the northern venture. We expect word of success or failure by next summer. Trade to the south continues apace - we can take advantage of the unrest in Faelniv for now - but perhaps we should consider backing a side if the wars go on too long. There is word of a trading expedition attempting to venture further south, past Faelnivia and even the Golossians. Best of luck to them, of course, but we can't expect anything too promising, from what sparse information we have of those waters..."

Librarian Fualos sighed. He had spent too many early mornings holed up in these interminable meetings.
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"How could you know nobody saw us? We jumped out of the window, for goodness' sake!" My heart was still pounding from the rush he'd left falling into the clear waters of the Torsane. I would be shivering still from the cold, I was sure, were it not for the crackling fire glowing merrily in the middle of the room myself and Grace Avin currently occupied.

Grace Avin smiled. "There are no footpaths along that section of the river, and the last trading barges pass by two hours before sunset. Besides, I wanted to test a theory I had... Anyway, nobody knows we're here, Cuodr. You'll be safe to sleep here overnight, and we shall organise a safe-house for you by the morning." She hadn't yet asked me any questions, neither about my story nor about the Conspiracy in general, which surprised me; hadn't Librarian RIk informed the Graces (for she was without doubt one of their ilk) that I knew invaluable information?

"The man in the black cloak, he runs the Conspiracy - he used to be a Grey Servant." Saying the words out loud, they sounded even stupider than I had feared. Nobody used to be a Grey Servant. "I don't know his name, but I met him once, many years ago. And the reason why the Conspiracy is recruiting the rich, and why it offers protection in exchange for favours and monetary contributions."

Grace Avin was silent, not even looking at me, distracted with some parchment in her hands. But I suspected she was listening intently.

"You must act quickly, there has never been a more opportune moment for the Conspiracy to achieve its goal. With the distraction of Nolair, they will make their move soon. They want to overthrow the Threefold."

At this, Grace Avin finally looks up, a crane made of intricately folded paper hanging limply from her hands.
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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby JackHK » Sun Sep 18, 2016 3:02 pm UTC

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And now for a Nolair interlude...
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Castle Nolair
The Lord of the Castle smiled magnanimously across the long table at me. Behind the happy exterior, however, I could tell he was worried. Perhaps, like myself, he had suffered a few too many sleepless nights these past few weeks.

"More chicken?" I could only wonder how long the supply of meat would last, how long it would be until we were living off grass.

"Thank you, my Lord."

"Please, we know each other too well now for such formalities, Courtmistress."

"As you wish, Dupau. But I owe you much. Had you not offered me sanctuary behind your walls, I would doubtless have been hanged in the street." Those few awful days were seared forever into my brain. The rebels found in me the perfect scapegoat, a face for the tyranny of the Confluence. I had been stationed in Nolair for several months to work with the local nobility and advise them on how to apply the law of the land. I had had the misfortune to be working in the Courts when the riot broke out outside. My capture had been surprisingly bloodless. My days in a stinking cell with too little food and a dozen other people judged to be against the ideals of the revolution, however, were quite enough to leave lasting scars on my body and in my mind. And the night of my escape... It wasn't worth thinking of yet again. "The walls hold?"

Dupau grimaced. "Yes - for now. The town has been surprisingly quiet for the past fortnight. But there are reports that many groups are making their way here. We don't know if they will be willing to put down the rebels or if they will help them take this castle for the rebellion. So right now, there's very little we can do."

More sleepless nights to come, then. I took my glass from the table. More wine would be greatly appreciated.
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Echo244 wrote:Concrete... or stone: The non-professional under-equipped army of the rebellion haven't exactly fancied storming Castle Nolair. The Duke and his small personal guard have locked themselves in, unsurprisingly, and are using the private wine cellar to keep morale up until authority from the capital is re-imposed. Something between subterfuge, violence and braggadocio (the phrases "Beware Graces bearing gifts" and "I've come to inspect the tapestries" definitely form part of that) overwhelms the guard, and the Graces have a castle to offer the rebellion.


I hope I've set things up for this to take place without treading on too many toes. :)

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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby plytho » Sun Sep 18, 2016 8:40 pm UTC

Queen Arasene wrote:Lightning struck twice. It was, perhaps, a little premature for the storm, which seemed vaguely confused at the whole ordeal but decided that, since things had started off with such a bang, it might as well go all out. Rain started falling and the cold wind let the drops play a merry death row on the rooftops. Except for one, which had been hit by lightning twice and was now irreversibly on fire. The owner of the inn was outside, doing his best to organize a bucket chain to help, and people were obviously torn between their aversity to stepping outside, their wish for entertainment and their wish to help a poor man. Patrons of the tavern, including a younger woman by the name of Joan, were summarily rushed out of the building into the cold rain. After all, no-one wanted to risk them being caught in the fire.


Isan was already outside helping with the bucket chain, calling for more people to join in and help. Due to her commanding presence and Bessie's popularity they soon had two lines running from the pier to the tavern. Isan's rooms had been hit by one of the lightning strikes. The other had taken part of the kitchen. Bessie was on her knees in the rain, staring in unbelief at the loss of her livelihood. Isan saw Joan sneaking away in the chaos and walked over to confront her.

"Did you do this?" Isan yelled?

"Do what?"

"This. The fire. The lightning. That was no natural lightning, I've been in enough storms to know that much."

"Well, I,.."

"I tell you everything you want to know. The only reason the ships are here is because they want to find out where you guys get those stupid fish. Just tell em and they'll be gone! What have I possibly done wrong to deserve this? What's Bessie bloody done to deserve this? And don't go telling me it's the Summit messing with us. They probably don't even know Nolair exists, let alone Drymouth, while you guys know exactly where and who we are."

"I assure you.."

"To hell with assurances. I know you're a tricky lot, but this goes too far. You've just lost an informant."

Joan tried to reply but Isan was on her way to comfort Bessie.

"We'll get trough this, my love. Don't worry, we'll get that kitchen up and running again in no time."
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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby Djehutynakht » Sun Sep 18, 2016 10:17 pm UTC

I can take a hint...

[For the purposes of story, I'm breaking Centus out of jail. It's supposed to be Reyan breaking him out. If for some reason Reyan doesn't do this as planned... assume some backup effort succeeded, which will be explained later].
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In a dark room, with rough cobbled walls, only a single candle shone. A small man had just entered the room. His hair was long and shaggy, his skin was sallow, and he wore a black cloak which was really a bit too big for him.

He saw that in one corner of the room sat two of his companions, pouring over papers on a table where the one flame sat. In another corner however, he could sense, in the gloom, his boss stood, back to the wall, deep in thought until he had heard the entrance. Now he turned, his cloak whisking through the darkness.

"No word yet, as such," Yulus said, with a grimace.

"10,000 eyes, 10,000 ears. 10,000 friends. Bread, Oil, and Coin," said the man in the black cloak. "And yet... nothing. Not even from our own people". His voice was soft, and flat, yet still, Yulus thought he could detect the faintest trace of disappointment there.

"We will find them in time," Yulus replied. "We know they are in the city. So long as we know that, we will find them".

"So they're definitely gone?" another voice called. A young woman looked up from the table. Her hair was shorter than most women, blazing red, but it had a tendency of hanging down over her eyes, in such way that she was constantly having to brush it aside. She had been hunched over, pouring over papers, which amplified this problem. Her black cloak was casually draped over the chair she was sitting on.

"Yes, definitely," Yulus replied. "We checked when we got Centus out. He's gone. As for our best guess as to where he's gone... well, that explanation was most likely given by Centus".

"So it was really the Graces?" the woman asked in astonishment. "Avin?"

"That's what he said," Yulus replied. "When he tried to see the boy, he found the Graces at the door. He tried to be amicable with him, but they denied him entry time after time as he tried to get into the room. Finally, they had him imprisoned".

"Sounds like something my cousin would do," the young woman said, with a grimace.

"If only you'd joined the Graces when they'd offered it to you," said a man sitting across from them. He was a bit big, muscular, and conspicuously missing one of his front teeth as he grinned. "We'd have someone on the inside who--"

"I was never going to join those--" the young woman said, her cheeks flushing. "--Anyways, it all happened before I met any of you..."

"Centus is on his way back to the Elder's Committee?" their boss asked, again in his flat tone.

"Yes," Yulus said. "He should be addressing them any moment now."

"This is good," said the man in the black cloak. "When the Scuole learns of the Graces' actions, it should spark tensions between the two."

"We're getting closer and closer to Ax's plan?" Yulus asked. He took out a long dagger, glinting in the candlelight, before plunging it into a crevice in the dark wall. Removing his cloak, he proceeded to hang it from the handle. He walked over to the table where the others sat, and pulled up a chair.

"As the Scuole becomes increasingly incensed, Ax's plan will become more appealing to them, yes".

"We're getting closer," said the red-haired woman, excited.

"There are still several issues we need to resolve," Yulus pointed out, his legs on the table, pushing the chair so it balanced on its hind legs. "Harro Clothbolt".

"Clothbolt's up to something," the man with the missing tooth remarked. "I'll bet my hat he has something to do with that damned rebellion up in Nolair. The question is, what's his plan".

"Nothing that can be good for us," Yulus nodded. "Although the charter giving the Scuole authority in Nolair might end up being useful for us operating there".

"Assuming he's able to enforce the thing," the red haired woman said, now looking back down at her papers. "Nolair's going to be a mess. Perhaps a useful distraction for us, but a mess nonetheless".

"Well, we have people on his escort detail, so we should be able to deal with that as it comes up," Yulus replied.

"Have there been any new sightings of the Jalila?" asked the man in the black cloak, softly, almost imperceptibly. The three people at the table began to fidget, uncomfortably. This was perhaps the group's greatest failing, besides the boy. Their Lyos contacts had failed to intercept the ship before it left, and they'd been trying to track it ever since.

"Er... not since the last report," the man with the missing tooth said, quietly. "Seen five days south of Lyos. Headed on a southwards course, far from the shore".

"That ship needs to be found," the man in the black cloak said. "We cannot afford to lose them."

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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby eran_rathan » Mon Sep 19, 2016 1:34 am UTC

"Barty, good to see you, good to see you!" Master Verence beamed at the Ground Wizard of Lyos, waving the trainees into the room. Ced gingerly took a seat, edging away from the alligator - he wasn't sure it rolled its eyes at him, but with wizards you could never be positive about anything.

The Master of Verbal Warfare began talking animatedly with the Wizard about weather, the disposition of Lyos, how the river traffic was this time of year, if he had a copy of the Society of Grace's desert expedition letters and if so would he be willing to let it go for a few hours? The words tumbled out of his mouth like a brook, one on top of the other, hardly giving the Wizard time to formulate a response. Fern gave a sigh as the two older men talked, and casually leaned over the cauldron. "Ah, I'd not do that, young la- " Wizard Bartholomew began, as a large bubble came up and burst all over her face.

Tiro snickered, until he saw Fern's face go from bored to horrified to a toad-like green. "That's, ah - good color on you, Fern," Ced remarked, trying to hide a smirk as the other trainee tried to wipe off the color, only to find it spreading to her hands and clothing. "Oh, dear," Master Verence added. "Well, I hazard that this will help with the camouflage course, yes? Now, about that river traffic we were discussing, Barty..."

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Fourth Reyan fumed the entire way back to Ax's shop. Why in Destra's name were the Graces involved now? Taking a Victim, one specifically under the Threefold's protection (and, by extension, the Guild's) - that would make a lot of people rather annoyed at the Graces. She was certain that the Guild needed to have that bit of knowledge. But first...

"The boy is gone and Centus has been released," Reyan said without preamble as she stepped into the back room of Ax's. "The boy is called Cuodr - he seems to believe that he knows the heads of the Conspiracy. By my reports, Grace Avin - y'know, the crazy one with the flying thing? She was there all afternoon, and seemed to have some influence over the Guildsmen guarding the cells."

"Magic?" asked Ax suspiciously. Reyan shrugged, but from her point of view, the only other thing besides magic that would sway a Guildsman would be money - and magic was a lot less traceable.

"If it was, Bickerers should be able to check," she said, leaning against the doorframe and eying several of the new swords that hung nearby, well out of her price range. "But given the Graces, I doubt they'd find anything in a time that matters."

Ax grunted, putting down the hammer and turning to the forge. "Go check on the 'prentices and get a joint of beef from the shop down the road," he said, taking up his cloak. "I'll be back after moonrise."

Reyan snarled inwardly at being treated like an apprentice, and a bad one at that, but at least it was no Tribunal. Small mercies, Destra, she thought as she hurried to her task.

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Eran watched dispassionately from the deck of the Blackwood as the inn where they were supposed to stay burned. Turning to the captain, he said quietly, "Just continue to Nolair."
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Fifth Goren Vail, Fifth Cohort and head of the Nolair Guard, sighed as he looked over the approaching rabble. He couldn't bring himself to call the rebels an army, they weren't, just angry men and women with legitimate fears and worries. Destra's fists, but he felt the same way, about getting orders from the Hall of Knives sometimes, so far away in the capitol. But that didn't excuse the bodies hanging from the trees lining the avenue approaching the castle. His jaw clenched as he thought of the newest corpse, hung for them to see.

"Slings, boys - conserve arrows, we don't have enough as it is," he muttered to the other Guildsmen who were the elite of the Duke of Nolair's guards. There was the creak of leather as they shifted slightly, looking down from the gatehouse. "Don't hurt them any more than enough to get them to go away."

"Give us the Duke, that he may pay for his crimes!" a shout from the crowd - ah. Arex - the boy would have made a good Guildsman, Goren thought, if he wasn't such an idealistic fool, getting mixed up with the rebels. If only the Scuole had taken him in, or one of the guilds, or even the Harvesters, perhaps - well, that was, as the Faeniv said, 'a drunken road on a sober horse.'

"Arex, go away. You know as well as I that you cannot breach this gate," Goren called, shifting his stance slightly and crossing his arms. "All that will happen here is like the other times - we'll crack a few heads, and you will run down the road 'til you're out of range, nursing a bruise to your face and ego." There are a few chuckles from both the crowd and Guildsmen, recalling the previous assault by the rebels when Arex had taken a stone to his cheek, tumbling him off his perch and rolling him down the hill.

"Butcher! Back-Knivers are all murderers!" screamed Arex in response, his face beet red as he stormed forward. The rebels surged towards the gate, revealing the partially de-limbed tree they carried.

"RAM!" someone shouted, and Goren yelled, "TAKE IT DOWN! SPEARS, MAKE READY!" Slingstones zipped into the crowd like bees, causing several of the rebels to fall and flinch. In the courtyard below, the rest of the guards stood ready with spears, fidgeting nervously as they waited.

There was a huge crash as the rebels slammed into the gate, but the heavy oak door stood firm. “HOT WATER!” Goren roared, and two guildsmen ran forward, a steaming cauldron between them. The hiss of steam and the screaming drowned out the sound of the ram being dropped, but Goren could see it clearly from his angle.

“GATES! FIRST HAND, FORWARD!” He shouted, sending another slingstone into the disorganized rebels. The gate guards threw off the heavy beam holding it closed, and the first hand of the guard hustled into the fray, spears and shields crashing into the rebels with brisk efficiency.

After a few moments, the rebels broke, tumbling over themselves to stream back down to the city. “Let them go,” Goren growled, adjusting his helmet and looking at the few casualties the guards had suffered. “The rest of you, stand ready - any injured, take them inside and treat them. I’ll inform his Lordship.” He paused on the stairs and added, "And go get Mikaila's body."

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Guildmaster Farrell glared at Marcus over the report. "One of the Graces, eh? And dropped, neat as you please, into the bloody Torsane? Woman's mad."
Marcus cleared his throat. "Avin, sir. The one with the, ah, 'balloon.'"
"The flying thing?"
"Yes sir."
Farrell turned on his stool and steepled his fingers. "I wonder if one could be made large enough for a man - go a long way to being able to see over the battlefield, eh, Marcus? High ground anywhere you needed..." He stared into space for a few moments before dragging himself back. "What was the other thing?"
Marcus took a deep breath and plunged forward. "The fees, sir. Some of us - the Sevenths, that is - feel that it would be best if we re-negotiate with the Threefold - making the Guild's services available to all, not just those who can afford it." He held up a hand to forestall the guildmaster's objection, "With the rumors going around, sir, and your idea to extend our reach beyond the Capitol and those who can afford us - this is the only way to do it, sir. Otherwise the Security Committee of the Scuole will take our place."
"Hang the Security Committee!" Farrell growled, standing and pacing like a caged tiger.
Marcus paused. "I hope that was a joke sir..." he began, but the guildmaster cut him off. "I mean it Marcus! Arrest the lot of them for disturbing the peace, and causing damage!"
Marcus licked his lips, and looked down at his report without seeing it. He had hoped that it wouldn't have come to this, but it seemed necessary - and Destra knew that sometimes those called needed a little help along.
"I... I see, sir. Nothing further, sir?" he asked.
Farrell waved him off, growling to himself.

-----

"Master Clothbolt, I'll be back in the morning, and will come with you when you sail," Seventh Serena Ver told him, a few moments after receiving the note. "Fifths Merrick and Johan will be your guards this evening." Harro wondered what could possibly be so important, but with Guild being the way it was, no doubt it was of some importance. The Elder's Committee might want to know about this...

-----

Taren Farrell, Guildmaster of Guild of Knives, awoke suddenly. His darkened room looked no different than when he had gone to sleep, but the subtle soldier's instincts that had kept him alive for many decades told him he was not alone. Sliding his hand from under his head, he reached for the slim blade always kept at the head of his cot, and slid it into his hand.

The window was shuttered - good. The door was still in place - wait. A pair of boots blocked the light beneath the door, giving away their position. There. With a sudden motion he sat up, hurling the blade at the intruder and rolling to the floor, grasping for his sword. The meaty thunk he was expecting was instead replaced with the clang of his dagger hitting armor, and he backed quickly to the wall.

A flare of light hit Farrell's eyes as a lantern sprung to life. Standing before him were all eight Sevenths, fully dressed in the war gear; chain and leather, helms and swords. "Marcus?' he croaked, a quizzical expression on his face.

Marcus looked back at the Guildmaster, his green eyes clear and hard. "I'm sorry, sir."

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Dear Librarian Rik -

I have the heavy news to inform you that Master Farrell of the Guild of Knives suffered a stroke last night. I, Master of Strategies Marcus Coil, now take the mantle of Guildmaster.

Also, please inform the Voters that we intend to continue with Master Farrell's plan to extend the Guild's contract - and in the spirit of such, we are removing all fees that we once charged, save for additional protection duties. Please expect that things will continue as before, with additional patrols as necessary in areas of higher crime, such as Lower Dockside. The Guild has pledged to protect the peace, and we intend to maintain that pledge, without regard to class or wealth for all citizens.

Yours in Service,
Guildmaster Marcus Coil

P.S. It has come to our attention that the Society of Graces may have improperly removed a witness from Courthouse Four. Please see the report (attached).



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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby Djehutynakht » Mon Sep 19, 2016 8:51 am UTC

OOC: I did just notice that it was Jack who orchestrated Grace Avin's flight out the window with Cuodr, and that it might not have been Echo's own intention for her Grace's course of action. The result is that the Graces are getting a lot of publicity and flak--moreso than I'd expect Echo to normally want. This may be a little... unfair.
Hopefully Echo can make it work. Tis the course of the game. If not... we'll see.
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"The votes have been counted," the Elder, Farcus, elevated with the rest of the Elder's Committee, all 13 of them standing, on a platform before the large square. Before him teemed scores upon scores of Scuole members. Most were from the Capital and surrounding area, although technically any Scuole member able to make it was welcome. The next largest delegation was from Lyos, having taken barges up the river Urkaam.

Farcus waited a moment while his words were carried back by the crowd; there were too many for his shouts to reach everyone.

"We announce that Brax the Baker has been selected to serve the Scuole di Sant Isabella on the Committee of Elders!"

A roar went up through the crowd as the decision was passed back. Particularly vocal were the bakers, most of whom were excited to see a baker retained on the Committee, even if he was a competitor to some. With a cheer, they lifted Brax up on their shoulders (no easy matter; Brax was not heavy, necessarily, but he had mass, some of it still muscle from his days in the Guild) and crowd-surfed him to the platform. Brax was deposited, excited and clearly jubilant from the surprise ride, upon the stage, where he lifted his arms to wave to the crowd, which continued to cheer.

Brax gave his acceptance speech--short, sweet, praising the legacy of Sant Isabella and the Scuole's work in carrying out her mission. He mentioned Nolair, and how the Scuole would be the savior of the nation. And so on. The crowd cheered. Wine was dispersed. Soon, with darkness setting, the voting was over. Several new positions had been gained, and some had been lost. But the Committee was not currently concerned with any of this, gathered in Farcus' house, they turned their mind to other things.

"With the Guild's leadership... altered," Brax began, taking the place of the 14th Elder. "Our relationship with the Guild can be redefined. Guildmaster Farrell was openly hostile to us, he believed us nothing more than idiotic peasants. But not all of the Guild believe so. I know Guildmaster Marcus to be a fine and respectable soldier. I served with him once. He helped smooth things over with the whole Ax situation. I believe that we can have meaningful negotiations with him".

"What are you thinking?" Tarqo asked.

"The Guild as of now are a mercenary organization. They extend their protection to whoever will hire them. Right now this includes anyone from a rich noble to the Confluence, which employs them as police, and, in times of war, an Army. But they are looking to change the nature. Stop working for coin. They want government authority. To patrol and enforce order across the nation." Brax replied.

"That's a radical new course for them," commented Tarqo. "But is it good for us?"

"That depends on what we want," Brax replied. "If we trust them and they trust us, it may work very well. Of course, it would constrain the Security Committee a bit... but not absolutely. But if they're enforcing order, making sure that Scuole merchants and laborers and farmers and people in general are safe and protected, then isn't that just what we want?"

"And Farrell?" Flavius asked. "Do you think it was really a stroke that got him? He was a mean old dog, and those don't go easily. Guild masters have been know to die violently before..."

"It's nothing of our concern," Brax said quickly, and, perhaps, a bit too sharply. There was uncomfortable silence for a few moments.

"Er... right. And what about Nolair," Farcus asked. "Would they be any use there?"

"Harro says no, and I am inclined to agree with him," replied Brax, returning to normal. "An armed force to instill order in Nolair would be tremendously useful indeed. But the Guild is one of those things Nolairians fear right now. Harro is trying to win them over. Use persuasion and the Scuole's good word. Leading an army to put down dissent would only bring ill will against him. They'd be useful, but we can't use them. At least, not now".

"And Harro is leaving tomorrow?" Galda asked.

"By ship," Farcus confirmed. "It will be quicker than the road. He'll be taking his delegation, plus some from us, and Serena Ver. We've also assembled a small fleet of aid to sail with him... it should be quite useful in boosting goodwill".

"Too much money..." Flavius grumbled.

"We've committed to this damn project, we're going to see it through!" Farcus exclaimed.

"And what with the Grace situation?" Galda asked. "The information that this boy Cuodr apparently knows the identities of those in the Conspiracy and their plan is. This, apparently, seems to be why they wanted him".

"Well, we have absolutely everybody looking for them," Farcus commented. "Ax has people milling like a bloodhound. And the Committee on Secrets..."

"They locked up Centus!" Flavius banged his fist on the table. "They deliberately and knowingly violated the Edicts of Isabella. They prevented an act of charity! They harmed a charity-giver! This is a sin of the highest level!"

"I do have to wonder," Farcus asked. "Even if they had an interest in this conspiracy information... why not simply let him testify in open court?"

"Why not let us talk to him?" Galda asked. "Why would they not trust the Scuole? They've never seemed to do so before..."

"I think I can answer that," the man in the black cloak had suddenly appeared in the room. "We are not entirely sure, but we believe that it may be the Graces which are behind the Conspiracy".
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"Knife! Get in here!"

Reyan put down the potato which she had been violently peeling--one of her morning duties. "Knife" was one of Ax's nicknames for her. When he was more displeased he might call her "Butterknife" or "Letter opener" or "Sewing Needle". She was annoyed, as usual, by the menial labor and Ax's condescending yet vengeful attitude toward her. She was half the verge on mutiny... but she better not. The Guild had just experienced a change in leadership. Too risky a time... though she had been praying fervently--though she was not usually a woman to pray often--that Guildmaster Coil would find it appropriate to rescind her punishment.

She came into the forge room, with a blast of heat hitting her full in the face. It seemed to be perpetually going, and this room was always sweltering. Ax was standing there, a gleam of sweat across his huge body, his bare arms covered in many scars and burns. She walked up to him.

"I've been up thinkin'," Ax began.

That's a surprise, Reyan thought to herself.

"Well, I've treated you mighty roughly. Granted, my bruises were still smartin'. But yer a soldier, and I can' blame you fer doin' what a soldier does".

"Oh?" Reyan asked, a bit surprised at the direction of the conversation.

"An' honestly," Ax said, with a gruff grunt of admission. "Yer a good fighter. Ambush wasn't the reason yeh took me down, and I've got to admit tha'".

"This work isn't fit for yeh. Mind yeh, I'm still going to use yeh. Your service to me is valuable. But I'm gonna start usin' you for wha' you were made to do".

With that, Ax grabbed something from the bench behind him and presented it to Reyan. It was a sword. It was a really good sword. Tentatively, she took it from him. Its quality was superb, the balance was fine, the edges sharp. Oh, it was no glorious sword with a hilt of threaded gold and a scabbard encrusted in jewels. But it was a fine piece of weaponry, and as a warrior, Reyan could appreciate that. It was like those swords she eyed early, well well beyond her price range. She was... confused, and her expression must have showed it.

"I work when I think," Ax said. "It's jus' right for yeh. I've watched you work. It matches your height, your strength... exactly to yer specifications".

"Why are you giving me this?" Reyan asked, testing out the sword's dimensions.

"Like I said, you're worth more than peelin' potatoes," Ax said. "And you got Centus out of prison. it was a big help for us, an' you did it. In my book, trustworthiness earns you reward. It's simple as that. I think I can trust you, so I'm going to give you a task more to yer likin'".

"What do you want me to do?" Reyan asked.

"I want you to find this boy, Cuodr. We're all looking, but we could use all the help we can get".

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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby Echo244 » Mon Sep 19, 2016 12:28 pm UTC

OOC:

Interesting. I send Avin and the Grace of Shadows to protect Cuodr, and while Shadows kicks the Scuole representative out of that sideplot (after giving him every polite opportunity to back off), it's *Avin* who gets to pull all the crazy stuff breaking Cuodr out and getting him safely away. Very neat. ;-D

I'm entirely happy with the actions and characterisation of the Graces by Jack above. Well, Avin's maybe a little more naturally chatty, but you know. Breaking people (non-criminals, obviously) out of places they don't want to be, finding them safe refuges... is very much part of what the Graces do. And leaping into the river is *very* Avin, though I'd have presented it as her being sure of the outcome rather than testing a theory.

The scandal is naturally part of the response, though it's worth noting that Cuodr is broken out of there by his choosing, at a time of his choosing, if not necessarily in a manner of his choosing. ;-D

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The balloon has pushed its way through strong autumn winds to nestle against Sato Rik's window again, a letter secured on the plate rather than resting there as it did in summer. A small tether has latched itself on to some of the ornamentation surrounding the window; the balloon's directional enchantment is failing having fought the winds to reach its destination, and it wouldn't do for the message to be lost.

Sato Rik,

We managed to get to the boy you mentioned, Cuodr. Other groups have shown an interest in him, but we've managed to safeguard him. He's very scared, and not said much yet. Hopefully, in time he will feel safe, and offer us his trust. I reproduce below, word for word, everything he's said to me of relevance:

"The man in the black cloak, he runs the Conspiracy - he used to be a Grey Servant."

"You must act quickly, there has never been a more opportune moment for the Conspiracy to achieve its goal. With the distraction of Nolair, they will make their move soon. They want to overthrow the Threefold."

We have heard of this man. He's been around the city. Rarely associates with large groups, even when they associate with the Conspiracy. This is both a strength and a weakness. I have persuaded my sisters that the change he proposes is likely to be hostile - power grabs by small groups are rarely in line with our belief in benevolence and equality, and the Graces support the Confluence, and the exercise of power through wider representation. I have also persuaded them that we must act swiftly to prevent a larger tragedy. We are urgently seeking this man. Not quite hunting, but... we do not expect him to be particularly friendly when we find him.

Cuodr is safe. We have sanctuaries beyond the reach of other societies. They will never reach him, and will find that even the act of trying costs them dearly. Any messages you and he wish to exchange - and anyone else he wants to communicate with, for that matter - will be conveyed between you with respect for the contents. In the longer term... his education has been somewhat limited, so we will teach him things he may, in time, find useful. Once the current crisis is resolved, I am hoping it will become safe for him to emerge into society again. Perhaps there may be an opening for him at the Confluence? You're always in need of clerks and messengers and the like - I'll have the Grace of Letters work on his handwriting and proper forms of address and the like.

And Sato... please stay safe. I offer you the services, if you wish, of one of my sisters - Elizabeth can act as an assistant in whatever capacity is necessary, and is one of the few of us who's managed to impress the Grace of Blades, so... well, yes, she's rather effective when needed.

Your friend,

Avin


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Reyan was wandering around the Sanctuary of the Graces, at twilight, peering past the fence to the lit windows. This was reputed to be their headquarters, as much as they had one. She was looking for a boyish figure silhouetted against the windows, or any other sign that Cuodr might be inside.

She'd checked two sides and was walking through a dark courtyard around the rear, when something lightly hit her head from behind. She whirled, drawing a knife. Nobody was anywhere to be seen, but a striated golden-red apple was gently rolling away from her. She peered into the shadowy corners, but there wasn't anyone there.

Another impact, on her head, from behind. She whirled again, facing back the way she had been going. Another apple rolled away from her. It... wait. She glanced quickly behind her. The first apple was gone... it was the same damn apple.

"Come out!" she snapped, frustrated. "You want to throw things, maybe you should see how much you like it when people throw things back!"

"It's Reyan, right? Guild of Knives?"

The voice came, as always, from behind. She whirled again to see a young woman - short brown hair, light brown robe, standing in a formal pose.

"I... know you, don't I? One of the girls that Blades used to train with us. You're -"

"The Grace of Shadows." Reverb and echoes were cheap auditory tricks, but the Grace of Shadows sometimes found the absurdity of her title amusing to play with. "Looking for the boy?"

Reyan appreciated the way Shadows had stopped playing around. "Yup. So are a lot of people. Going to let us talk to him?"

Shadows shrugged. "He can write to you if he wants to. You can write to him, care of the Graces, but we'll be checking the letters thoroughly before they get to him, and asking if he wants to receive them at all. Trying to speak to him... won't happen. Loitering around here... well, those with business here find it a *very* safe space. Those without... well, they quickly find a reason to depart."

Reyan stared back, slightly amused. "You think you're going to scare me off?"

Shadows gazed back levelly. "Probably not. But you know that we don't just learn to fight for the exercise. If we can't warn someone off, we do start dropping bodies."

Reyan remembered the Grace of Shadows from before she bore that title; she fought in a fast, adept, precise manner, but lacked weight to back her blows. Sparring would often end in a draw, as bigger opponents would use their weight against her while Shadows would twist and bring a knife to bear against some vulnerable spot - she was almost impossible to beat cleanly, but gained few outright victories of her own either.

That was sparring in the past, this present disagreement was more serious. Reyan fancied her chances, both of intimidating the Grace of Shadows and of surviving an actual fight, with the armour she was wearing under her robe. She drew her sword. "Think you can beat me?"

There was a laugh, but it didn't come from the Grace of Shadows. The illusion in front of Reyan - to which she had been talking - dispelled. The real Grace of Shadows was leaning against a small pillar, much further back and to her left, cutting a slice from that same damned apple with a small knife, and chuckling. At the same moment, a cold edge made its presence known against Reyan's throat, and a point up under her chin. With no other choice, Reyan turned her sword aside, and dropped it onto the cobblestones.

"Why would I even bother beating you? Say hi, Liz. Hey, you remember Liz, right, Reyan?" Shadows was amused. Finishing the current slice of apple, she pocketed the knife, and retrieved Reyan's sword. "Nice piece of work. We'll consider it a kind donation. Oh, and consider yourself lucky; you're Knives and we know you, but the Scuole have gone completely cuckoo recently; if any of them had been sniffing around they'd just have disappeared."

The blade at Reyan's throat withdrew, and she was shoved forwards - not roughly, but enough to prevent any untoward reaction after the knife had gone. Reyan turned to see Grace Elizabeth behind her, and offering a friendly nod of greeting that Reyan was not currently disposed to return.

"Quickest way back to the main road is through that archway over there. Oh, and here; wouldn't be Gracious to let you leave empty handed." The Grace of Shadows tossed the three quarters of her apple remaining to Reyan, who caught it by reflex.

The Grace of Shadows and her companion departed in the opposite direction to the one they'd indicated, or at least appeared to. Reyan was sure of only one thing, and that was that the Graces were very much not where she'd seen them go. She turned and went out the way Shadows had told her, tossing the apple aside when she reached the street.

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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby plytho » Mon Sep 19, 2016 5:40 pm UTC

"Welcome aboard the Rackham master Clothbolt. I'm captain Tari and I'm to see you safely to Nolair. A warm welcome to you too, seventh Ver.
Before we take off I'd like to remind you both of the Harvester travel rules.

    1. No troop transport in Harvester territory, that means no more than two armed passengers aboard any Harvester ship.
    I understand your escort is somewhat larger than that. We can keep the weapons locked away or divide your armed men over the ships carrying aid supplies.

    2.As long as you're on board of the Rackham, my word is law.
    When we're at sea, failure to listen to my commands could cost you your life. The sea is not a safe place.

    3.Any puke goes overboard.
    Those mats you're standing on are nigh impossible to clean and the smell of sun dried puke is absolutely horrid.

Furthermore, concerning the crisis in Nolair: it is the Harvesters goal to remain neutral. This means that, for now, only Harvester ships based in Nolair can dock there. We can only dock if we get explicit permission from the harbormaster. We don't know how welcome we will be and I'd hate to be ambushed. If we're not welcome by sea we can drop you off at Drymouth and you can continue on foot from there."
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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby Djehutynakht » Tue Sep 20, 2016 6:55 am UTC

If original attacks against the Scuole were intended as trying to keep me out of the Conspiracy plotline, my apologies. There's hardly a plotline I won't jump in when presented with the opportunity.. don't like to stay idle (the whole Mero/Ayla sea journey plot originally started because I was a bit bored and there was a lull in gameplay). Plus, to heck if I ignore a great secret conspiracy thingamajig that threatens to upend the nation.

Plus, since the Man in the Black Cloak (the infamous third cousin of the better-known Man in the Yellow Hat) has now been tapped by Jack I'm kinda in it for the haul...
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Harro Clothbolt and the Scuole have consented to Harvester regulations on the ship in question. Two armed guards per ship, all others will store their arms in sea trunks. The Scuole's contingent is not particularly armed anyways--the whole point being to avoid looking like an invading army marching into Nolair. Only the standard safety precaution for long distance travel.
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A figure in a black cloak has been sighted near the headquarters of the Graces on several intervals. All attempts to hit him with apples have so far failed. It has been suggested that perhaps black cloaks are now in style, complimenting copper bracelets nicely.
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The talking outside the Library grew quieter. Various merchants, nobles, scholars, and others who had been milling around the plaza had gone quiet as they began to pick up on what they were seeing.

It was an old man. Patches of sleek grey hair still clung to the side of his head in places. He had a beakish nose and a two watery black eyes. He was slightly hunched, and walked with an extremely knobbly stick. He wore a white toga-ish garment draped over his body, which at time must have been one of a normal healthy man, but had gone slightly gaunt with his old age. He was attended by three youths, strong, healthy young men who wore slightly gray, but clean, tunics. They were not supporting him, but it was clear by how they fretted over him that they had been charged with his well being. The old man wore a huge grin on his face. Yet he seemed to be looking at no-one. They said he didn't speak anymore. They said he may have gone mad.

This old man, hobbling his way across the courtyard to the library was called Santus. He was an Elder of the Scuole-- the chief elder, having been on the committee longer than any of his compatriots, though it was said that he had effectively retired from the position in all but name. He was a legend.

Santus the Elder first gained national notoriety at the Battle of Barrakek as a young man. According to legend, Santus, who had been recruited into the rank-and-file as a young peasant, with nothing but a flimsy helm and an old woodchopping axe, was one of those chased into a small copse by a group of 25 enemy cavalry, all considered to be elite soldiers. When the battle was over sometime later they discovered Santus, asleep from battle weariness, with a single wound to his right leg and an ax broken from extensive use. All of the cavalry around him lay dead--slaughtered. Rank and file soldiers swear that no other group had gone near the copse during the fighting. Many were utterly convinced that Santus had singlehandedly slaughtered the enemy force, or had else invoked some other power to do the job for him. The Kniver Generals at the time disavowed the myths as false, though the peasants contended they were just jealous--or afraid.

Santus never talked about the incident when asked and never claimed credit for the deed. Over the course of his life, several other strange and great events have been attributed to him, but this was one of the most talked about.

He had been sent today, at the behest of the Scuole, to raise a formal complaint with the Confluence about the case of the Society of Graces and the boy Cuodr. A witness had been removed illegally from the courts, the Graces were hiding vital information on a certain Conspiracy, and--this is what truly concerned the Scuole di Sant Isabella and was the technical premise of Santus' visit--the Edicts of Isabella had been violated.

This ancient code, passed down according to legend from the Sant herself, and respected across the nation, forbid attacks on charity-givers and hindrance of an act of charity. Both had been violated. The Scuole sought rectification.

However, as Santus was hobbling toward the Library, something seemed to distract him. Off to the side of the crowd, standing with an expressionless face, indifferent to the affairs of men, was a Grey Prophet.

Continuing to smile his large grin, without missing a beat, Santus turned, and began walking toward the Grey Prophet. He was going to consult the Greys before heading on to the Confluence.

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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby Echo244 » Tue Sep 20, 2016 8:18 am UTC

Wow. I really thought all the warnings would have counted for something. Maybe at least one would have been respected. Guess it's time to start dropping bodies.

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The Grace of Shadows followed Reyan back... to her surprise, not to any known Guild of Knives location, but to Ax the Smith's forge. This was... interesting. And monumentally stupid. They'd been warned, through the boy Centus. And yet, they were still pushing. It wasn't just the ridiculous power grab for Nolair. Nowhere could the Graces work without the intrusion of the Scuole. Their recent actions seemed entirely to revolve around the desperate grab for absolute power, there was no venue where the Graces could operate without Scuole interference ruining things, their charitable goals lay scattered by the wayside, and their suddenly hidden motives left no opportunity for trust. How... disappointing.

Obviously, consequences were required. They'd had the warning. The Society of Graces had done their best, but you couldn't always turn people to more positive and productive directions.

The Grace of Shadows returned to the Sanctuary, to gather a few fellow Graces. Heavy lifting was not exactly her forte. And then to a small winter storehouse belonging to... one of the Scuole Elders. She hoped it was Ax the Smith's; it would be more fitting, but she didn't have solid enough data on another easily robbable target. Several containers of oil were... borrowed. She'd be returning them, in some fashion.

Resources acquired, the Grace of Shadows repaired to a rooftop to watch over Ax the Smith's forge. The evening wore on, but the fire was not dampened down. Ax was renowned for working as he thought over a problem. This one was apparently keeping him busy long into the night, a solitary figure bent over the bellows, seeking the correct temperature, bending a piece of metal over and hammering it into itself many times. Sad, really, to see such work go to waste.

After a long while, when all the other night traffic had died down, and everything was quiet but for noises from the forge, the Grace of Shadows moved. Down to the street, across, through to the forge. She hadn't even bothered to conceal herself, so focussed was the figure inside on the flames.

Suddenly some pivotal point had been reached; the right colour, the right length of time, she couldn't tell. Ax drew the blade he'd been working on from the fire, hammered away at it, and then plunged it into a trough to quench the blade. It held, rather than shatter, or fragment. Ax, and behind him, unnoticed, the Grace of Shadows watched the water for a few moments. Both seemed satisfied. Ax lifted the fresh, unsharpened blade and held it up close to his eyes, inspecting it. The Grace of Shadows picked up one of his more complete works, a small dagger, and plunged it into his heart from behind.

"Easy now. Easy, easy, easy. Just relax. Let go. Everything's just pain, so let it go. Don't try to hold on, it's no good. Just let the darkness come, and then you can rest, and nothing will hurt again."

They say that as people lose consciousness, hearing and touch are the last of the senses to go. The Grace of Shadows bore Ax gently to the ground, pushing his suddenly feeble hands away from the mortal wound in his back. She talked softly and soothingly to her victim, took out a tiny phial of a very deadly liquid that would numb his pain as well as speed his passing, dripped it between his lips, and held him as he died. Deaths were sometimes necessary, but wherever possible, the Graces would do their best to avoid undue suffering, and show as much compassion as they could in the circumstances.

When the last of Ax's life blood had trickled out, the Grace of Shadows pushed his corpse away. She placed a small offering of coins on his chest, a similar small bag of wheat, and then started fetching the oil.

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When there were only two containers left to pour out across Ax's forge, Grace Elizabeth arrived to aid the Grace of Shadows. A growing glow in the distance - one that had nothing to do with the approaching dawn - showed that her similarly deadly task had already been completed. Shadows did not enquire about the details; she knew that Santus had died that night. They carried the last of the oil into Ax's forge. His well-tended fires had not once sprayed sparks beyond their intended boundaries; he had been far too good and careful a craftsman to allow such chances.

Oh well. Sometimes events overtook the care of your preparations. Shadows resorted to a tiny bit of magic; a gust of wind to fan the flames of the coals in the forge, and then a small movement, to scatter them into the inch-deep oil pool that now filled Ax's forge. The oil caught, swiftly becoming an inferno. She pulled the dagger she'd used to kill Ax out of a pocket, and studied it briefly. It wasn't one of his best. The thought of planting it on someone crossed her mind, but... the only obvious suspects were either other Scuole members, who would now be noticing the fire and too active to be easy patsies, or Reyan - and she kind of liked Reyan. despite their encounter earlier. Shadows tossed the dagger into the forge, to meet whatever fate the fire had in store for it.

The Grace of Shadows turned and walked sadly away from the fire, into the gentle glow of morning, followed wordlessly by Grace Elizabeth. The fire towered behind them.

Hints, requests, persuasion and everything else they'd tried had failed, but a couple of deaths of senior figures would often make the point that were anything else to happen, all the rest would follow. Sometimes such actions as tonight's were necessary, but the two Graces hoped that no more would be required. After all, it was a long-held piece of wisdom among the Graces that too many fires left no room for Shadows.

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Next up: death of Harro Clothbolt!
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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby JackHK » Tue Sep 20, 2016 9:33 am UTC

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Well, this is exciting... 8-) I seem accidentally to have sparked somewhat of a feud. This is why this game is awesome :D

More story later.
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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby eran_rathan » Tue Sep 20, 2016 12:17 pm UTC

Spoilered for alternate universe(?)

Spoiler:
"FIRE! Fire on Hammer Street!"

Marcus rolled off his cot into a crouch, and rushed to his window. Already the flames could be seen from the Hall of Knives as smoke billowed up into the night. He yelled into the courtyard, "RISE UP! SECOND AND THIRD COHORTS - Form up and head to Hammer Street, by the Upper Bridge! Sixth Cohort, rouse the citizens! Tannon, to the drums, to the drums!"

Marcus grabbed a hand ax, his helm, and gloves before darting out to the scene. Fire was the second greatest fear of the city, right after plague - who knew where it would spread after it was first lit? But Hammer Street was named for the smithies there, with quick access to the river and the market across the bridge. His mind spun as he followed after the other Knives, shouting orders as he thought. "Merrick, take three hands and begin the water line to the river. Make sure the citizens help or get out of the way. Boshe, take the Sixth Cohort and start on Lower Bridge Street - wind's heading southerly - make sure everyone is out!"

Hammer Street... the smiths were careful, always, of the danger of fire. Thank Grama this wasn't closer to Dockside or in late summer - the rains of the past week had dampened enough that it shouldn't spread much, so long as they caught it in time. But here - Marcus looked at the smithy and paused for a moment. Ax the Smith's shop. Regardless of what people thought of him, and his temper, he was a careful smith. And Sixth Reyan (he made a mental note to reinstate her former rank) was supposed to be here...

A First ran up to him, breathless and smudged with dirt and soot. "Master! Another fire! Near Temple Street!"

Marcus swore. Once was accident, but two was coincidence, and he didn't believe in coincidence. Pointing to another First he said, "Get to the hall. Fourth and Seventh Cohorts to Temple Street, NOW!"

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A pall of smoke hung over the city. Marcus wiped the soot from his eyes and gratefully took a swig of wine from the offered hands. Hammer Street no longer burned, and thankfully only a few shops and homes were destroyed. He looked at the families standing there, their eyes blank and staring at the smoking holes where their homes once were, and he turned away.

"Sir?" A trainee - which one, Marcus couldn't tell under the soot and ash - came up and took his shoulder. "You need to see this."

Only the chimney and forge itself still stood of Ax's smithy, like a battlefield monument. The trainee pointed to the base of the forge where a charred body lay, its hands folded across its chest, almost peacefully. Marcus stopped and swore - it was most likely Ax himself, given the size.
He stooped down to examine it further, to see if any sense could be made. he furrowed his brow. Taking up a lump of metal that once had been a dagger, he prized the finger apart to draw out the small hemp bag. The jingling made the contents obvious - coins. And there'll be oil and wheat as well, he thought, tossing the coins back onto the body. "Gather a hand and take him to the temple."

As he left the shell of wood and ash, he saw Reyan standing at the edge of the crowd, and he locked eyes with her. Wordlessly she fell in step behind him, as they trudged back up the hill to the Hall of Knives. "Find out who did this, Sixth," he muttered. "Use what resources you need, call in whatever favours you have to, but find them."
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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby Djehutynakht » Tue Sep 20, 2016 2:56 pm UTC

Hooold up.

I'm not sure I accept Echo's power to unilaterally decide she can kill my characters without giving me a chance to defend them

These are characters I've spent time developing and have plot plans for. If she can just kill them, well, all my writing will be for waste.

I hope that sounds familiar. If she can do that, why, I can declare all of Nolair lives under peaceful Scuole rule and is resistant to outside... temptation.


Also, if others can kill my people, I have every right to kill theirs in kind--and will give a taste of what is to come if we follow this plotline shortly.

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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby Echo244 » Tue Sep 20, 2016 3:20 pm UTC

Well there we go then. Either we respect each others' boundaries, roll back somewhat, or it kind of all gets destructive. I've been asking you to leave me some peace in which to write; up to you which path we take.

(And if any taste is offered, the Harro Clothbolt death goes up).
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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby Djehutynakht » Tue Sep 20, 2016 4:00 pm UTC

Leave you peace to let you write? I've given you every peace to let you write!

There's a considerable difference here. When I write, I leave plenty of room. I have asked for Cuodr. I allowed the Scuole to get involved with the plot. I didn't storm the Society of Graces, breaking what I'm sure, are a thousand plot points which I'm sure prevent such intrusion, dropping Graces left and right as I please, and taking the boy by force. I suggest. I give challenge. I allow room for other players to maneuver and shape the plot in response to what I've offered as contribution. I am hesitant to force any other player into a situation they're reluctant to put themselves in (as evidenced by my concern when Jack made your Grace jump out a window--didn't know if you had planned to do that, didn't want to force the consequences upon you if you didn't). I don't force my hand on them and pretend I have some superiority which allows me to do whatever I please to other players' characters and their plotlines. I merely get myself involved, which I have every right to. That's the entire point of this game.

I do not respond to threats. If this is a road you wish to go down, I will gladly oblige you. Just do not estimate that you are the only player with a penchant for destruction, and I have far fewer bodies to drop than you do.


(sidenote: Except for its utter baselessness, it was a fine piece of writing)

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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby plytho » Tue Sep 20, 2016 5:15 pm UTC

OOC:
I'm somewhat confused by the escalation. I don't really understand where Djehutynakht went too far?
Anyway, here's a bit about Harvester whaling.
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Maki woke up from the sound of someone beating the sleeping compartment. "Please let this be the day", he thought.

When he'd signed up for the job of paddler six on the Shark's tooth he was no more than a farmboy with dreams of sailing the high seas. He might have been more suspicious about the speed of his selection if he hadn't been so excited.

His first week he'd spent mostly hanging over the side of the main hull 'giving back to the sea' as his crewmates called it. The rest of the time he spent trying and mostly failing to sleep and trying and mostly failing to paddle, losing two paddles on day two. He also earned the ire of captain Johnson after calling her madcap to her face. His 'mentor' had told him it was the correct way to address madame captain Johnson.

Over the following weeks he managed hold on to his paddle, limit his puking to about once every three days and keeping out of the captain's way. In the last week Maki had even noticed himself enjoying the sailing. During the pure sailing parts, where they only used the wind to propel them towards their goal all he had to do was help keep the ship balanced. He even enjoyed the paddling from time to time. He was no way close to being a proficient paddler but he managed to keep the pace. He liked being part of the team, smoothly hitting the water in the same rhythm.

One thing he hadn't learned so far though, after spending nearly a month on a fishing ship, was actual fishing.

Every Harvester kid south of the Vaibor cliffs knew the Shark's Tooth was to be avoided if good pay was what you were looking for. Actually, any pay would be a welcome surprise to the crew as pay was based on the sale of the catch and the catch would be whale or nothing as far as madcap was concerned. Maki's dream of returning to his parents with plenty of cash to flaunt had been thoroughly dashed.

The good thing was that he now knew about sailing an outrigger canoe, the most common Harvester ship. This would help him get a job on an actual fishing ship. Well, at least if he could figure out how to fish..

He crept out of his sleeping compartment, which was a part of the hollowed out main hull filled with straw bedding, and made his way to the cooking hut to get his breakfast. The hut was built on a wooden latticework extending from the main hull halfway to the outrigger.

Breakfast was dried fish, every meal was fish of course, supplemented with the occasional seabird shot down by one of the skilled archers onboard.

There were two ways a day would go. Either no one would claim to see a whale spout and they'd sail wherever madcap thought the whales might be, or someone spotted a spout and they'd be paddling for their life. Even more so when they were close to an island. That's when the so called wild whale chase would start which could take any time from an hour to two exhausting days.

As he heard the captain shouting he knew he had to rush into the hut and grab something and take along to his spot near the aft. There'd be a lot of rowing to do as he saw a whale spout right between the ship and a group of islands in the distance.

"Please let this be the day"

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Re: Create Your Own Society

Postby orangedragonfire » Tue Sep 20, 2016 5:58 pm UTC

In order to avoid cluttering this thread too much, I have created an OOC thread here. There I'll take up the issue with echo244 and Djehutynakht. And all other OOC comments, issues and such are also welcome there.


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