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!
 
[X] Crake
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!
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.
 
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.
 
I hope there is plenty of bodice ripping. This is Planetos, after all.
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.
Cue Tigerys Vargaryan showing up as an extra in some of the shows.
 
[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.
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.
 
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.
Giving them anything more just risks a second Court of Stars (if with different goals and obviously much reduced power), and nobody wants that.
 
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.
 
We gave the lords the opportunity to form factions and all that. I personally feel if we give the fey a seat in the curia we could mold them favourable to us and form a new fey hierachy with us at the top.
 
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.
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.
 
OK have a bit of time or will soon. What do you guys want to see next?

I don't want to do anything complex or roll heavy for the next few days because I will be busy and so do not want to rush it but anything wedding/festival related is on the table
 
[X] Yes to recommending, on the condition that Balerion stars as himself.
-[X] If asked if we meant the cat or the dragon, the answer is "Yes."


OK have a bit of time or will soon. What do you guys want to see next?

Westerosi reacting to inter-island trains and it's implication once we reforged The Arm?

A perspective of a Waypoint Town (those settements we have in the middle of the bridges) dweller, reacting to the passing crowds?

An Essosi trading magnate finding new forms of trade aside from slaves?
 
..... 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
 
..... 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


This got lost in one of the edits to the rules, but one of the first rules I ever wrote for this quest was:

Prestige classes are going to be restricted in this game to things that can reasonably exist in the world you are in so power gaming to get that one combination of abilities that lets you spam wish or destroy a city with a divination spell are not going to happen.


Fortunately it is saved in a quote on the very last post of the front page.
 
Vote closed.
Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on May 27, 2021 at 4:49 AM, finished with 31 posts and 10 votes.

  • [X] Plan "I'm Viserys Targaryen and this is my favorite Show on the Citadel."
    -[X] Give a reporter an appropriate sound-bite that can be played during advertisement runs for this drama series as your endorsement. It's best that people don't think you can be directly enticed to action by being sneaky, but that doesn't mean you can't arrange things indirectly to achieve the same result.
    -[X] Also, for You's-sake, contact the Executive Producer for this thing and promise funding if they go for more historical accuracy. You own Dragonstone, have them film there and utilize illusion for a more accurate rendition of the Aegonfort somewhere in the Crownlands.
    [X] Refuse to give a personal recommendation
    [X] Yes to recommending, on the condition that Balerion stars as himself.
    -[X] If asked if we meant the cat or the dragon, the answer is "Yes."
 
Interlude MXCII: Along the Way
Along the Way

Fifteenth Day of the Eighth Month 294 AC

Though 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 Disputed Lands grew still of their endless wars, but the western 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 in the bazaars of the Deep from the hand of fiends and fey souls and spirits bound in amber, though more level-headed travelers noted that it would rather run against the law banning slavery in 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 were 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 in 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.

What do you want to see next?

[] Write in

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.
 
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.

What do you want to see next?

[] Write in

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.
Made some additional edits to the chapter, DP.

Haha, that was fun. I was wondering which of our various flying draconic denizens Cob was worrying about, and then boom, it was a train. I guess we could paint Dragon faces on the front of each locomotive? 🤓
 
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