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A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover

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-[X] Alinor should consult with other fey like Glyra or from the Orphine court before she returns to the Goblin Market

Is Alinor still on this task or someone different taking up the mantle?
 
[X] That these are normal teething troubles of so many and so diverse a people coming together
 
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Interlude MCCXXV: An End to Fleas
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    • An End to Fleas ​

    First Day of the Eleventh Month 294 AC

    The Burning of the Dale was scarce a week's worth of news in King's Landing, whose people had only just started to count themselves citizens of the Imperium and whose merchants were not yet wholly bound up in the web of trade that had strung from it. The conquest of Qohor meant even less than that, the city mere rumor at the edge of travelers' tales to most. But to the engineers and architects working to finally heal the festering sore across the face of the city that was Flea Bottom the news was grim. They had managed with some difficulty to convince the locals to move in the face of fear and distrust, as well as those who would fan the flames of both for their own profit. Yet if the supplies did not arrive in times, or gods forbid, if the food does not get to the city in time...

    Indryse Umaris was not a woman much given to worry, and even less so to panic, but she knew that all the goodwill they had built in the low city hung still by an unseen thread. It was agreed upon by most if not all that the Dragon and his Imperium meant well. After all, had they not made of the ruin of the Dragonpit a place of ease and revelry? Yet revelry would be a poor substitute for a roof over one's head or a warm meal in one's stomach. A few late ships, an unseasonable storm, and the shoots of newfound optimism would wither, leaving behind at best a distrust that would be years or decades in the mending, and at worst... Well, plans had been made to ensure the Legion knew what to do in case of serious unrest, and more importantly, what not to do.

    Everyone from the Governor knew that soldiers were not watchmen, and to treat one as the other was to risk blood in the street, yet if the better part of a city of half a million souls decided to riot, the still under-strength Lawmen would not be able to stem the tide.

    Yet the ships did keep coming, bearing not just food and materials, but engineers as well, architects and teams skilled in the use of stone shaping tools. If there was any lack to be found, it was among the common craftsmen who would help give the final touches to the new neighborhood, and that King's Landing did not lack for.

    Locals and foreigners, men and woman born of east and west, joined together in the project that that had been the hope and the disappointment of more kings than history could say, and this time that hope did not lie. Broad streets opened up into small plazas flanked by trees of the sort that one could once find only in the gardens of the highborn. Pipes were laid down and old tunnels from the days of Aegon were widened in order to make room for all the people who would live here.

    Clearing Fleabottom: 76 - 20 (Economic Disruption) = 56 (Success)

    Yet even the brightest of new beginnings was not without its shadow. The new apartments, built up to the same code as all new urban construction in the Imperium, were built on the same land as the old Flea Bottom, and as the months passed it became apparent that the blanket promises made to calm spirits months ago may not have been the wisest choice.

    No one would lose their claim on the land, no one would lose their home, that promise had been made over and over, from the mouths of officials and spilled onto the pages of the newly printed newspaper, but not all the landowners in Flea Bottom were the desperate and the dispossessed. Particularly around the edges where the water had not quite sank into the foundations and the despair into the souls of men, there had existed tenements for those lucky enough to have a stone roof above their heads.

    'Lucky' was not what any reasonable observer would have called them. Noisome, ill-kept, and in the case of one reprimanded Tyroshi born architect, 'unfit to keep hounds of slaves in', all that they had been rightly named. Yet these slumlords, men of the same stripe as the late and unlamented Baelish, now stood to benefit massively from the reconstruction.

    What do you do about the matter of unscrupulous landlords standing to win massively from the reconstruction?

    [] Make sure they understand their new duty to abide by Imperial urban standards from now on but no more than that

    [] Force their hand into selling to the state, you do not trust these people any further than you can throw them

    [] Write in

    OOC: For anyone wondering, yes I misrolled that by not adding the malus in, but I did not want to re-roll it fully when it could have simply gone lower and made it a failure, there is after all no IC mechanism to force you guys to roll twice and take the lower result after all.
     
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    • Does the Imperium employ anything like health & building inspectors to make sure that everything is up to code?

    [X] Make sure they understand their new duty to abide by Imperial urban standards from now on but no more than that
     
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    DragonParadox said:
    An End to Fleas ​

    First Day of the Eleventh Month 294 AC

    The Burning of the Dale was scarce a week's worth of news in King's Landing, whose people had only just started to count themselves citizens of the Imperium and whose merchants were not yet wholly bound up in the web of trade that had strung from it. The conquest of Qohor meant even less than that, the city mere rumor at the edge of travelers' tales to most. But to the engineers and architects working to finally heal the festering sore across the face of the city that was Fleabottom the news was grim. They had managed with some difficulty to convince the locals to move in the face of fear and distrust, as well as those who would fan the flames of both for their own profit. Yet if the supplies did not arrive in times, or gods forbid, if the food does not get to the city in time...

    Indryse Umaris was not a woman much given to worry, and even less so to panic, but she knew that all the good will they had built in the low city hung still by an unseen thread. It was agreed upon by most if not all that the Dragon and his Imperium meant well. After all, had they not made of the ruin of the Dragonpit a place of ease and revelry? Yet revelry would be a poor substitute for a roof over one's head or a warm meal in one's stomach. A few late ships, an unseasonable storm, and the shoots of newfound optimism would wither, leaving behind at best a distrust that would be years or decades in the mending, and at worst... Well, plans had been made to ensure the legion knew what to do in case of serious unrest, and more importantly, what not to do.

    Everyone from the Governor knew that soldiers were not watchmen, and to treat one as the other was to risk blood in the street, yet if the better part of a city of half a million souls decided to riot, the still under-strength Lawmen would not be able to stem the tide.

    Yet the ships did keep coming, bearing not just food and materials, but engineers as well, architects and teams skilled in the use of stone shaping tools. If there was any lack to be found, it was among the common craftsmen who would help give the final touches to the new neighborhood, and that King's Landing did not lack for.

    Locals and foreigners, men and woman born of east and west, joined together in the project that that had been the hope and the disappointment of more kings than history could say, and this time that hope did not lie. Broad streets opened up into small plazas flanked by trees of the sort that one could once find only in the gardens of the highborn. Pipes were laid down and old tunnels from the days of Aegon were widened in order to make room for all the people who would live here.

    Clearing Fleabottom: 76 -20 (Economic Disruption) = 56 (Success)

    Yet even the brightest of new beginnings was not without its shadow. The new apartments, built up to the same code as all new urban construction in the Imperium, were built on the same land as the old Fleabottom, and as the months passed it became apparent that the blanket promises made to calm spirits months ago may not have been the wisest choice.

    No one would lose their claim on the land, no one would lose their home, that promise had been made over and over, from the mouths of officials and spilled onto the pages of the newly printed newspaper, but not all the landowners in Fleabottom were the desperate and the dispossessed. Particularly around the edges where the water had not quite sank into the foundations and the despair into the souls of men, there had existed tenements for those lucky enough to have a stone roof above their heads.

    'Lucky' was not what any reasonable observer would have called them. Noisome, ill kept, and in the case of one reprimanded Tyroshi born architect, 'unfit to keep hounds of slaves in', all that they had been rightly named. Yet these slumlords, men of the same stripe as the late and unlamented Baelish, now stood to benefit massively from the reconstruction.

    What do you do about the matter of unscrupulous landlords standing to win massively from the reconstruction?

    [] Make sure they understand their new duty to abide by Imperial urban standards from now on but no more than that

    [] Force their hand into selling to the state, you do not trust these people any further than you can throw them

    [] Write in

    OOC: For anyone wondering, yes I misrolled that by not adding the malus in, but I did not want to re-roll it fully when it could have simply gone lower and made it a failure, there is after all no IC mechanism to force you guys to roll twice and take the lower result after all. Not yet edited.
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
     
    The Lawman will be watching...

    [X] Make sure they understand their new duty to abide by Imperial urban standards from now on but no more than that
     
    I think a warning without any teeth to it is a mistake. These guys are very used to getting their way by virtue of having a decent amount of money and primarily victimizing the helpless.

    They might stay cowed at first, but I doubt it'll take long for them to start their old shit again.

    We should prepare to make some highly unpleasant examples of these kind of people to demonstrate that owning a building doesn't make you god of its inhabitants.
     
    [X] Make sure they understand their new duty to abide by Imperial urban standards from now on but no more than that
    -[X] Have the worst of the landlords watched by the inquisition. When their crimes are inevitably revealed make them an example for the others.
     
    [X] Make sure they understand their new duty to abide by Imperial urban standards from now on but no more than that
    -[X] Have the worst of the landlords watched by the inquisition. When their crimes are inevitably revealed make them an example for the others.
     
    [X] Make sure they understand their new duty to abide by Imperial urban standards from now on but no more than that
    -[X] Have the worst of the landlords watched by the inquisition. When their crimes are inevitably revealed make them an example for the others.

    Landlords 🤢
     
    [X] Make sure they understand their new duty to abide by Imperial urban standards from now on but no more than that
    -[X] Have the worst of the landlords watched by the inquisition. When their crimes are inevitably revealed make them an example for the others

    What do we to them? Bleed them into the foundations and bind their ghosts to forever guard the apartments they so loved to fleece?
     
    Takesis said:
    [X] Make sure they understand their new duty to abide by Imperial urban standards from now on but no more than that
    -[X] Have the worst of the landlords watched by the inquisition. When their crimes are inevitably revealed make them an example for the others

    What do we to them? Bleed them into the foundations and bind their ghosts to forever guard the apartments they so loved to fleece?
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    Qyburn: Waste for perfectly usable souls. :V
     
    [X] Make sure they understand their new duty to abide by Imperial urban standards from now on but no more than that
    -[X] Have the worst of the landlords watched by the inquisition. When their crimes are inevitably revealed make them an example for the others.


    Takesis said:
    What do we to them? Bleed them into the foundations and bind their ghosts to forever guard the apartments they so loved to fleece?
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    I was thinking more drain them of all money in messy legal disputes, and turning them into pariahs by broadcasting what raging assholes they are by way of public trial, but prolonged community service is also a good option.
     
    [X] Make sure they understand their new duty to abide by Imperial urban standards from now on but no more than that
    -[X] Have the worst of the landlords watched by the inquisition. When their crimes are inevitably revealed make them an example for the others
     
    [X] Make sure they understand their new duty to abide by Imperial urban standards from now on but no more than that
    -[X] Have the worst of the landlords watched by the inquisition. When their crimes are inevitably revealed make them an example for the others.
     
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