Romv
A Memory of TREES
I do not know what this means.
I do not know what this means.
The Chief requirement for the Ruler Class is to have no desire for the Holy Grail.
Nasu cares not for your ships, nor for the ships of history. He will have his seafood.
I'm jealous. I wish I didn't.
Oh really?The Chief requirement for the Ruler Class is to have no desire for the Holy Grail.
If there's any Gwygoya left in her, there's no way she wouldn't wish for her son to survive, or at least to have supported him more.
Side to the people who read this, we had allllllll sorts of shenanigans writing this chapter.Alrighty~ It's that time of the day again. Yep, another chapter of Historia of Ymaryn!
We've cast our nets deep into uncharted waters for this, and hoo boy, this one's a whopper.
Wouldn't have made it without my first mate here so please give him credit where it is due. Now, reel it in, @BungieONI ~
Ladies, gentleman, plants and trees, we present to our catch of the day: My Little Brother Can't Be Such A Bother
Historia of (Early Teens) Ymaryn: My Little Brother Can't Be Such A Bother
The class had settled into an uneasy peace following the fight gone FUBAR, though it was with a heavy heart that Ymaryn went to school everyday after, knowing the exact prices of that peace. Dead Priest had been battered beyond recognition in the conflict and wouldn't that speak volumes when he was considered the winner when taking into account the injuries sustained by the rest.
Thunder Horse had suffered a blow to the head and just wasn't himself afterwards. Lacking that spark that drew his underlings to him in the first place, they had dispersed rather violently, with power grabs being made by more influential members of his group previously held together by strength of his personality.
It was perhaps a small measure of reprieve that most went back to their habit of truancy after.
Similarly, Westcon had been gravely wounded, leaving his flunkies to pick up the pieces, which they did while they squabbled with one another. Really, Ymaryn couldn't even bring herself to feel comfort that the violence in her class had stopped because it hadn't. Merely taken on another form and direction.
As for Spirit Talker, the only news she heard of him was how he stood alone against the entire remaining posse of Thunder Horse and had been the one to walk off from it, albeit staggering and swaying at every step. He hadn't returned to class since, nor were attempts of contacting him working.
Ymaryn squeezed her eyes shut, then again, and again, trying to blink away the building tears.
She did this. She did this!
She was at fault, wrong and thus needed to rectify some important things. Not the damage done. She doubt she'd ever be able to do anything about that. But if she wanted things that happened to never repeat, she would have to fix whatever it was in her that caused this.
School shutdown shortly after she made that resolution, citing an outbreak of measles as the reason, though she knew the real cause was the freakishly huge ball of menace hanging directly over the school. The Headmaster had to be responsible for it. She didn't know how, but he did this.
That bloody maniac, was this how he intended to clean up his mess? Extermination? Global extinction?! Ymaryn shook uncontrollably as she gazed upon doom itself, its edges grazing upon the horizons. It held to the trend of being a little further out than yesterday. The world wasn't ending yet, it seemed. A warning, then, if not the babble that cosmologists kept at.
But mass of ice and dust or not, Ymaryn wanted it to be known that she could get a message.
Ymaryn delved into many psychological studies, from those closely introspective to those to better tease secrets out of others. Most importantly, used together, she could find answers to the most pertinent questions she asked herself.
Her figure grew lean as she forsook meals in favor of more time spent reading. Learning. Knowing how she was doing things in excess after and changing her approach appropriately. The mid-term exams, which the Headmaster decided upon a whim to include advanced calculus, accounting and economics had but stacked upon her troubles, but Ymaryn figured she could deal.
As it turned out, life took that as a challenge, Ymaryn's parents dropping all the responsibilities of the latest addition to their family, Stallion, on her then. A rambunctious kid, Stallion often ran past the manicured gardens that sprawled across their backyard into the untamed lands where he would find all manners of wildlife. It worried her that he'd get real hurt one day.
His tendency to make trophies out of either tufts of their fur or feathers didn't help either, as that meant he would either be sporting a new feathered headwear or a nasty gash somewhere every excursion. Worst of all, he refused to listen to appeals to reason.
For a while, she considered leaving him out in the wilderness to teach him a lesson or otherwise engineering a similar situation.
A shrill cry sounded from beyond the foliage and those thoughts disappeared, replaced with something akin to a fierce and unstoppable beast. Ymaryn found herself tearing through thorny bushes and cutting blades of grass alike till she found her brother covered in leaves, twigs and crow feathers. He looked to be unharmed, though in shock. When he saw her, however, he started bawling.
Ymaryn picked her little brother up in a piggyback and purposely took the longer route home, the sounds of sniffles growing lesser every minute. At last, when they returned to the familiar yard they grew up with, Stallion picked at her gingerly to be let down. Her hands supported him as she set him down, moving on to clean the detritus out of her hair when he began sobbing again.
Running into the house, he returned as quickly with a handful of adhesive bandages in his hands.
"Sister, here." he says while refusing to meet her eyes. Just as he was about to slap them into her hands, he caught sight once more of the horrible cuts that covered the entirety of her previously unblemished skin. The crying chose to start again then.
Really, this little brother of hers was such a bother!
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Everyone around you is a little terrified right now, how to engage diplomatically?
[] [Diplo] Send out reassurances (Sec Trade Mission to Khemetri, Trelli, and Harmurri)
[] [Diplo] Victory lap (Main Salt Gift)
[] [Diplo] Let's maybe spread out in case the gods throw another bolt (Found Far Northern Trade Post)
[] [Diplo] Stay home, write panic driven poetry (Main Build Theatre)
Trade Mission - Sending a major caravan to another large group can bring new opportunities and find out more about the outside world
* S: -2 Wealth, additional effects depending on target, +1-2 Diplo
* M: -2 Wealth, -1 Econ, additional effects depending on target, +1 Diplo, +1-3 Diplo end of turn, +0-2 Wealth end of turn
Found Trading Post - When doing long distance trading, sometimes having your own infrastructure in place at the other end can be quite useful. Current Target: Far North (dangerous)
*S: -3 Diplo, -2 Wealth, -1 Econ, 2 Econ Transfer, -2 Martial, founds trading post to generate Wealth and Diplomacy
I wonder if we can integrate the TS religion into ours without diluting it too much.
[X] [Conq] Take the northern lowlands (Thunder Speakers become vassal, Txolla annex additional territory, gain Ruined Thunder Horse as vassal, remainder fragment, -4 Econ and 4 temporary Econ damage from supporting wrecked vassal)
[x] [Refugee] Use the military to evacutate as many as possible (8 temporary Econ damage, -9-11 Econ Expansion, -2 Stability, chance of further loss, +9-11 Econ next turn, incompatible with most ambitious conquest option)
[X] [PttS] 0 Stability
[X] [PttS] Horse Valley
[X] [Diplo] Send out reassurances (Sec Trade Mission to Khemetri, Trelli, and Harmurri)
The TS disappeared from the pilgrimage list, so they might have collapsed.
Religious debate is surprisingly easy when you have a smoking crater and a burned out ruinYou mean the Thunder Horse.
But yeah, it looks like we'll have no competition except the Khemetri, but they are too far away from us.
You know, with our 8 RA I am actually curious how much of a fraction that is of the Khemetri RA.Religious debate is surprisingly easy when you have a smoking crater and a burned out ruin
We know they have an L3 temple, so at least 6 base assuming their Mountain and Palace and Place to the Stars count for the sameYou know, with our 8 RA I am actually curious how much of a fraction that is of the Khemetri RA.
I was guessing they have around 15 or so. What say you folks?
I'm guessing they have it calculated from their province stats, same as our econ or wealth. So it could be even higher.You know, with our 8 RA I am actually curious how much of a fraction that is of the Khemetri RA.
I was guessing they have around 15 or so. What say you folks?