It's not intentional, it's more that we had a bunch of human politics to appease with the whole Westeros vs Essos thing (and also the fey candidates ended up unsuitable for some of the seats, like the one where that bulabar/pech hybrid could have earned a mythic rank but would pointedly get bored of projects he found uninteresting). I imagine vassal court leaders would be granted some sort of voice in the curia either way unless I'm mistaken there. So currently that's the Orphne Court, the Goblin Court, Moonsong's budding court, the budding court of the Bulabar and the Pech, etc.A question about Curia politics.
Is the lack of Fey representation within the Minorities Group (or at all) intended, accidental, or accidental but we're calling it intended?
Just about to get into talking with our first Oracle, so I'm only about two months behind now!
I hope there is plenty of bodice ripping. This is Planetos, after all.
Cue Tigerys Vargaryan showing up as an extra in some of the shows.Of course there's going to be alot of bodice ripping action, how else do you expect to make money? And while it would be in poor taste (both legally and publicly) to feature Viserys in action, his ancestors that would totally not look like him? Oh yeah, theres going to be a nude scene in every episode.
You are very much mistaken if you think that we should give every little Fey court a seat in the Curia.[X] Crake
It's not intentional, it's more that we had a bunch of human politics to appease with the whole Westeros vs Essos thing (and also the fey candidates ended up unsuitable for some of the seats, like the one where that bulabar/pech hybrid could have earned a mythic rank but would pointedly get bored of projects he found uninteresting). I imagine vassal court leaders would be granted some sort of voice in the curia either way unless I'm mistaken there. So currently that's the Orphne Court, the Goblin Court, Moonsong's budding court, the budding court of the Bulabar and the Pech, etc.
They can have one general Fey seat in the Vocium like other ethnic minorities, but there is zero reason to create a whole Fey voting block.
Giving them anything more just risks a second Court of Stars (if with different goals and obviously much reduced power), and nobody wants that.You are very much mistaken if you think that we should give every little Fey court a seat in the Curia.
They can have one general Fey seat in the Vocium like other ethnic minorities, but there is zero reason to create a whole Fey voting block.
Actually, with notion that they will be powering up whichever Fey elected to the position massively, that lends great incentive to ensure the representative is one who the quorum of Fey across the Imperium agree will take their shared concerns seriously and is one who. On sheer inertia. Will have a core component of their story center around advocating for Feykind. Rather than more parochial mindset common in the Curia. Because of how disparate Fey Interests are.It should be noted that in giving the fey only one representative you are helping them organize in another way. You are making the story in the Imperium about the common heritage of the fey, by giving them a single Voice. Whowver gets elected to that position will have a hell of a tale to draw on for their personal power.
Mind I still have not decided how they will even vote. One vote per fey is all well and good but other than the wildfey a lot of them will be taking their cues from the lords and ladies.
OK have a bit of time or will soon. What do you guys want to see next?
..... I have just discovered the Locate City Nuke combo and I am wondering why the heck we haven't abused it yet....
That combo alone could EASILY wipe put entire areas and act as our magical nuke stand in
Made some additional edits to the chapter, DP.Along the Way
Fifteenth Day of the Eighth Month 294 AC
Although many were the ships that still sailed into the Deep from far off ports, many more of the travelers who came here from east and west alike came by road and especially by bridge.
The eastern line had been long forged, since the endless wars of the Disputed Lands grew still, but the western line was still new-made and those who set their feet upon it filled with awe and wonder at a span of stone that could bestride not just rivers and straights, but seas. Where the two arms of the bridges met there was Waystone Town, from whence the lesser bridges spanned across the Stepstones, giving a new meaning to the old name. Were the capital not already so near, the town would have been a thriving trade burg in its own right, but as was the merchants preferred to keep their packs loaded and their purses closed, awaiting the wonders of the famed city of sorcery where it was said anything and everything was for sale.
Some hoped for wines that would bring endless bliss, others for salves against age and illness, others still for bright jewels that would shine each with the light of wonder and of woe, for scrolls of power and books of lore such as one could not find anywhere else west of Asshai, and perhaps not even in that dreaded place. There were whispers even that you could buy souls and spirits bound in amber from the hand of fiends and fey in the bazaars of the Deep, though more level-headed travelers noted that it would rather run against the law banning slavery within the borders of the Imperium. What was common sense to a good tale, after all?
It was upon such tales, as well as the the supplying of hearty food and decent drink for the travelers, that the town of Waystone lived, though there was no need to stray too far into fabrication in most of its taverns. The truth was more than fantastical enough. It was into this place that a wagon drawn by two oxen, matched in gait if not in color, trundled into.
"What's that shrieking?" Cob asked his master. The boy was tall for four and ten, but thin and still far too twitchy for a tinker's apprentice, who was supposed to take new sights and sounds in stride and only ask questions with a worldly manner to carry the news to the next village or town.
Granted this was a stranger land than either of them had walked through before, thought the master in question, but that was no reason to gawk like a hayseed at market day or...
"Is it one of them darkenbeasts? Mother have mercy, is it a dragon?"
"Use your wits, boy," the Old Andrew finally snapped. "Or better yet, pray to the Crone to give you some first." After assuring himself that the lad had taken the chastisement to heart and was now more worried about what he would say next and not the imagined monsters of the sky, he answered, "Even if it were some flying beast, what trouble would that be to us law-abiding travelers on the road from Sunspear just coming in for a stop at Waystone?"
"Well, what if they are hungry then?" the boy insisted. "That sure sounded hungry to me."
In a way the boy was right, in spite of his uncle's exasperation, though the 'beast' they were hearing was hungry not for flesh, but for water for from the mating of steam and arcane fire had been born the steam engine train which would forever reshape the world into which his master had been born. No more would travel be slow, costly, and perilous, the place only for those who choose to make the road their home. Indeed, Cob would never even be a tinker at all, but would stay in the capital to get his schooling at the expense of the state from whence he might eventually graduate a full engineer to help build the next batch of wonders.
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OOC: I can't really promise another update today, unfortunately. Hope you guys enjoy this one. I called the town Waystone in a play on the name of the island chain.
Shouldn't this be an Interlude? And we already connected the continents? I thought we would have made a celebration of it, or at least House Toland would.