Makes no sense given India. Watch an Indian Hit and you'd think their idea of an idea song to story ratio is 50/50. then again the new Lion King and Alladin alreadyvflopped there. So maybe they decided to just give up on rehashing classic musicals?
 
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[X] Plan: Make A Man Outta You

You know I'd be more impressed with the modern Disney remakes if they completely updated the animation. Make much more sense than just a live-action version.
 
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Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Sep 24, 2019 at 4:29 AM, finished with 58 posts and 13 votes.

  • [X] Plan: Make A Man Outta You
    -[X] "You have asked for my advice, and I would offer my perspective on situation as I see it if you would still have it, but perhaps we should address the crux of the issue set out before you."
    -[X] "Not every manner of ruling is suitable to each individual, akin to the fact that what works for captain of a trading vessel does not at all reflect the challenges faced by he who commands a war dromond."
    -[X] "For you, a logistician's challenge." Adopt lecturing pose #27.
    --[X] "The people of your fief insult and disparage you openly, this encouraged by your enemies openly, yet you retain tenuous hold over the Keep and servants. Men who serve you would instinctually bend to your commands as that is what they are raised to, yet you have likely issued few to none."
    --[X] Lecturing pose #49: "You are then presented the challenge: your mother has directed all of the servants of the keep to her pleasing and rhythm. Taking away this privilege by simply assuming your rights to the household's direction immediately asserts your authority in this arena, making other commands seem natural as the incumbent Lord."
    --[X] "The obstacles you face: Your mother countermanding your authority. The rousing of your subjects to discontent by outside hostile agents. A ruthless rival claimant loitering on your lands."
    --[X] Lecturing pose #63: "Your resources: In the here and now, Sorcery granting mental fortitude or a diplomat's adroit tongue and a counselor and advisor with nearly four decades of experience navigating one of this realm's most perilous courts as a sounding board if you find it necessary in your initial planning."
    -[X] "You have loyal retainers my Lord, make use of them to mutual benefit and should you find skills lacking in them or yourself my realm has training and advisors of the utmost quality to develop the abilities you require."
 
Part MMMLXXIX: Passing Judgment
Passing Judgment

Thirty-First Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC

There is no easy answer to what Lord Blount is asking, you realize at once. True you could set the keep, even the lands in order for the moment, but the task of lordship is learned by doing and hopefully not making too many mistakes in the process. So why not let him go about it... "You have asked for my advice, and I would offer my perspective on the situation as I see it if you would still have it, but perhaps we should address the crux of the issue set out before you. Not every manner of ruling is suitable to each individual, akin to the fact that what works for captain of a trading vessel does not at all reflect the challenges faced by he who commands a war dromond."

"If you could point to any single knot that would undo all the tangles before me I would be forever in your debt, Your Grace," the young lord gives a hollow self-deprecating laugh.

"Before you lies a logistician's challenge. The people of your fief insult and disparage you openly, this encouraged by your enemies openly, yet you retain tenuous hold over the keep and servants. Men who serve you would reflexively bend to your commands as that is what they are raised to, yet you have likely issued few to none."

At that he nods a touch hesitantly, though bright blue eyes follow gamely along, so far at least. Your mother looks on with a faint well-hidden tinge of amusement, but mostly with approval, while Janna seems as though she would much rather be elsewhere. You consider waiting to see if her cousin notices and thinks to excuse her, but he might not think he can excuse someone from royal presence, however informal, so you do it instead before continuing: "You are then presented the challenge—your mother has directed all of the servants of the keep to her pleasing and rhythm. Taking away this privilege by simply assuming your rights to the household's direction immediately asserts your authority in this arena, making other commands seem natural as the incumbent lord."

Though still looking a touch green around the proverbial gills at the prospect of going directly against his mother, Lord Blount nods again, more firmly this time.

"For obstacles you face the possibility of your mother countermanding your authority, the rousing of your subjects to discontent by outside hostile agents and a ruthless rival claimant loitering on your lands," you carry on in the same tone you might use in a Scholarum lecture on the nature and temperament of fire magic. "Your resources are also formidable, sorcery granting mental fortitude or a diplomat's adroit tongue and a counselor and adviser with nearly four decades of experience navigating one of this realm's most perilous courts as a sounding board if you find it necessary in your initial planning."

"Why is this feeling like the admittance examination to become a novice in the Citadel?" Lord Petyr asks with an unexpected flash of humor where you expect some lords might find offense, since the examination is generally more enforced upon those of low birth wishing to become maesters than the highborn.

"If only it were some mere examination that exists on the whim of an instructor," you reply offering a small smile. "Circumstance and misfortune can be far less forgiving and less fair than any mere examiner, so if I might mix metaphors it behooves upon all of us to weigh the dice where we can." In a more serious tone you add: "You have loyal retainers, my lord. Make use of them to mutual benefit, and should you find skills lacking in them or yourself my realm has training and advisers of the utmost quality to develop the abilities you require."

"You are just gong to give me all that?" The young lord shakes himself. "Alright, I think the most urgent matter is to remove Ser Bryan before he can cause more harm..."

***​

Two hours later the door of the Grey Swan is struck by the urgent blows of mailed fists as Blount armsmen come calling. Lord Blunt follows in their wake, looking a great deal more composed than he feels, quick to assure the innkeeper that he is in no trouble, though one of his patrons is. You watch unseen as Janna, likewise fortified with sorcery, points out Ser Bryan as a cad who made indecent proposals only to escalate to trying to tempt her into treachery and murder when he was rebuffed.

"Lying whore, you spread your legs from the start!" the knight shouts from between the two armsmen that hold him even tighter than the ropes around his wrists. There is no enchantment to guard him now.

"You say that I am no lord, Ser, yet this is how you address not only a woman of noble blood but your own cousin?" Lord Blount shakes his head as though in sadness, though you suspect what he is feeling is more akin to fear and anger. "You stand accused of plotting not just murder but kinslaying..."

"So you are going to kill me, is that it, boy? I'm no less your blood than the whore is," the hedge knight spits.

"Thankfully that is a problem that was solved some six-thousand years ago, give or take a few centuries," the young lord replies dryly, drawing nervous laughter from the ever more numerous onlookers. "You shall go to the Wall, unless of course you so value being a faint and soon forgotten smudge upon my banner that you would hang for it."

The silence that follows is so deep you can practically count heartbeats. "I'll go north to fight the wildlings, like a real man should," Ser Bryan finally says between clenched teeth.

"Excellent." You imagine the smile to cross Lord Blount's pale face must seem a touch disconcerting. "In the meantime you will be enjoying the hospitality of my dungeons. Don't worry, though, I shall not cheat the Black Brothers of their sword. You will be as hale and healthy coming out as going in." Turning to the innkeeper again he hands over a slim pouch of silver and adds, "My apology for the intrusion, goodman. This should cover your trouble and a few rounds of drinks for those I have woken."

***​

It is only when he is back at the keep, out of sight of any save you, your mother, and Ser Richard that young Petyr Blount allows himself to sigh and sink into his chair. "That was terrifying... but sort of good, too, if you know what I mean," he admits.

"I do," you reply, recalling perching yourself atop a pirate's throne in Torturer's Deep almost four years ago. Seeing as he is in the mood for honesty you ask bluntly: "Do you think you can handle your mother?"

"Most of the staff is awake at this point and being made aware of the changes being enacted. By the time she wakes up she will... just have to get used to it." He looks far from happy, eyes going between you and your mother wistfully. Almost absentmindedly he takes the worn copper ring Ser Bryan had been wearing out of his pocket. "You said this was enchanted, right? To give a glib tongue? It seems the only gift I possess which would be safe to offer you in recognition of fealty that must remain secret for now."

What do you do?

[] Take the ring (+4 Charisma and +10 to Diplomacy and Intimidate)

[] Leave it for Lord Petyr, he has gotten quite a lot of use out of the enchantments you worked upon him, this might help keep up the facade until it becomes fact


Do you leave anything else with him before parting?

[] Write in

OOC: The reason there's a specific vote for what to leave here and not just do the standard sending stone and we are off is because Lord Blount is still in a somewhat precarious situation.
 
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Passing Judgment

Thirty-First Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC

There is no easy answer to what Lord Blount is asking, you realize at once. True, you could set the the keep and even the lands in order for the moment, but the task of lordship is learned by doing, and hopefully not making too many mistakes in the process. So why not let him go about it... "You have asked for my advice, and I would offer my perspective on situation as I see it. Perhaps we should first address the crux of the issue set out before you. Not every manner of ruling is suitable to each individual, akin to the fact that what works for the captain of a trading vessel does not at all reflect the challenges faced by he who commands a war dromond."

"If you could point to any single knot that would undo all the tangles before me I would be forever in your debt, Your Grace," the young lord gives a hollow self-deprecating laugh.

"Before you lies a logistician's challenge. The people of your fief insult and disparage you openly. This is openly encouraged by your enemies, yet you retain tenuous hold over the Keep and servants. Men who serve you would reflexively bend to your commands, as that is what they are raised and trained to do, yet you have likely issued few to none."

At that he nods a touch hesitantly, though bright blue eyes follow gamely along, so far at least. Your mother looks on with a faint, well hidden tinge of amusement, but mostly with approval, while Janna seems as though she would much rather be elsewhere. You consider waiting to see if her cousin notices and thinks to excuse her, but he might not think he can excuse someone from royal presence, however informal, so you do it instead before continuing.

"You are then presented the challenge: your mother has directed all of the servants of the keep to her whims and desires. Taking away this privilege by simply assuming your rights to the household's direction immediately asserts your authority in this arena, making other commands seem natural as the incumbent Lord."

Although still looking a touch green about the proverbial gills at the prospect of going directly against his mother, Lord Blount nods again, more firmly this time.

"For obstacles, you face the possibility of your mother countermanding your authority, the rousing of your subjects to discontent by outside hostile agents, and a ruthless rival claimant loitering on your lands," you carry on in the same tone you might use in a scholarum lecture on the nature and temperament of fire magic. "Your resources are also formidable; sorcery granting mental fortitude or a diplomat's adroit tongue, and a counselor and advisor with nearly four decades of experience navigating one of this realm's most perilous courts as a sounding board, if you find it necessary in your initial planning."

"Why is this feeling like the admittance examination to become a novice in the Citadel?" Lord Petyr asks with an unexpected flash of humor, where you expect some others lords might find offense, since the examination is generally more enforced upon those of low birth wishing to become maesters than the highborn.

"If only it were a mere examination that exists on the whim of an instructor," you reply, offering a small smile. "Circumstance and misfortune can be far less forgiving and less fair than any mere examiner, so if I might mix metaphor, it behooves upon all of us to weigh the dice where we can." In a more serious tone you add: "You have loyal retainers, my Lord, make use of them to mutual benefit. Should you find skills lacking in them or yourself, my realm has training and advisors of the utmost quality to develop the abilities you require."
"You are just gong to give me all that?" The young lord shakes himself. "Alright, I think the most urgent matter is to remove Ser Bryan before he can cause more harm..."

***​

Two hours later the door of the Grey Swan is struck by the urgent blows of mailed fists as Blount armsmen come calling. Lord Blunt follows in their wake, looking a great deal more composed than he feels. He is quick to assure the inkeeper that he is in no trouble, though one of his patrons is. You watch unseen as Janna, likewise fortified with sorcery, points out Ser Bryan as a cad who made indecent proposals only to escalate to trying to tempt her into treachery and murder when he was rebuffed.

"Lying whore, you spread your legs from the start!" the knight shouts from between the two armsmen that hold him even tighter than the ropes around his wrists. There is no enchantment to guard him now.

"You say that I am no lord, Ser, yet this is how you address not only a woman of noble blood but your own cousin?" Lord Blount shakes his head as if in sadness, though you suspect what he is feeling is more akin to fear and anger. "You stand accused of plotting not just murder, but kinslaying..."

"So you are going to kill me, is that it boy? I'm no less your blood than the whore is," the hedge knight spits.

"Thankfully that is a problem that was solved some six thousand years ago, give or take a few centuries," the young lord replies dryly, drawing nervous laughter from the ever more numerous onlookers. "You shall go to the Wall, unless of course you so value being a faint and soon forgotten smudge upon my banner that you would hang for it."

The silence that follows is so deep you can practically count heartbeats. "I'll go north to fight the wildlings, like a real man should," Ser Bryan finally says between clenched teeth.

"Excellent," You imagine the smile to cross Lord Blount's pale face must seem a touch disconcerting. "In the meantime, you will be enjoying the hospitality of my dungeons, don't worry though I shall not cheat the Black Brothers of their sword. You will be as hale and healthy coming out as going in." Turning to the inkeeper again, he hands over a slim pouch of silver and adds. "My apology for the intrusion, goodman. This should cover your trouble and a few rounds of drinks for those I have woken."

***​

It is only when he is back at the keep, out of sight of any save you, your mother, and Ser Richard that young Petyr Blount allows himself to sigh sigh and sink into his chair. "That was terrifying... but sort of good, too, if you know what I mean," he admits.

"I do," you reply, recalling perching yourself atop a pirate's throne in Torturer's Deep almost four years ago. Seeing as he is in the mood for honesty you ask bluntly: "Do you think you can handle your mother?"

"Most of the staff is awake at this point and being made aware of the changes being enacted. By the time she wakes up she will... just have to get used to it." He looks far from happy, eyes going between you and your mother wistfully. Almost absentmindedly he takes the worn copper ring Ser Bryan had been wearing out of his pocket. "You said this was enchanted right, to give a glib tongue? It seems the only gift I posses which would be safe to offer you in recognition of fealty that must remain secret for now."

What do you do?

[] Take the ring (+4 Charisma and +10 to Diplomacy and Intimidate)

[] Leave it for Lord Petyr, he has gotten quite a lot of use out of the enchantments you worked upon him, this might help keep up the facade until it becomes fact


Do you leave anything else with him before parting?

[] Write in

OOC: The reason there's a specific vote for what to leave here and not just do the standard sending stone and we are off is because Lord Blount is still in a somwhat precarious situation. Not yet edited.
Here's an edited version of the chapter, @DragonParadox.
 
I'd say leave the ring. That he earned it.

But there's a magpie screeching in the background saying "Loot! Loot! Loot!"

[X] Duesal
 
[X] Smile mischievously and flash your own ring. "I've already got one." He'll put it to better use than you.
-[X] Wild Arcana Touch of History on the Ring however, to See what contacts Baelish used.
--[X] "It would take some time to prepare anything else from my enchanters, but there are some things that could be of immediate use." Grant him a Protection from Evil ring for his own protection, a Healing Belt for dire injuries, and a Greater Ribbon of Disguise to disguise the auras, as well as Sending Stone and a Teleport Charm, for emergencies.
--[X] "Also, if you perform a survey of your lands' local cottage industries, there are always investments that could be made." Inform him the mercantile class overseas is trying to drop gold and silver like it was made of wildfire, unless minted in Sorcerer's Deep and backed by your guaranteed exchange rates. Encourage him to spend both quickly, if for different reasons. You would also be more than happy to offer a loan at generous interest (0.25%) rates, but he should be careful about spending too much out of nowhere. Recommend some partners to him, both in the Crownlands and abroad.
--[X] "I have yet to read the latest reports from the Scholarum's headmistress, but we likely have some initiates just about ready to undergo a Journey. If you would like, I can direct one toward you, though I would be careful. They're rather... enthusiastic about fighting dangerous things or their research."
 
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Damn, that's a pretty freaking good ring. Expensive as hell, too. 4,100 IM, if my mental math is correct. I wonder how he came by it?

@Crake, can you add a Sending Stone and Teleport charm to his gift package? Tell him to use the Teleport charm to get to a safe place he knows of, if necessary.
 
Damn, that's a pretty freaking good ring. Expensive as hell, too. 4,100 IM, if my mental math is correct. I wonder how he came by it?

@Crake, can you add a Sending Stone and Teleport charm to his gift package? Tell him to use the Teleport charm to get to a safe place he knows of, if necessary.

How many of these do we have? :confused:

Hope you're keeping track.
 
[X] Crake

The lad will need every smidge of help he can wrangle on the diplomatic front for a while.

Edit: Perhaps he can present it to us when he openly swears fealty?
 
How many of these do we have? :confused:

Hope you're keeping track.
[X] Smile mischievously and flash your own ring. "I've already got one." He'll put it to better use than you.
-[X] "It will take some time to prepare anything else from my enchanters, but there are some things that could be of immediate use." Grant him four Protection From Evil rings to guard both his own and some trusted advisers or protectors' minds. Four healing belts for similar purposes. And one Greater Ribbon of Disguise, to help with intrigues. Finally, a Sending Stone and a Teleport Charm, for emergencies.
-[X] "Also, if you perform a survey of your lands' local cottage industries, there are always investments that could be made." Inform him the mercantile class overseas is trying to drop gold and silver like it was made of wildfire, unless minted in Sorcerer's Deep and backed by your guaranteed exchange rates. Encourage him to spend both quickly, if for different reasons. You would also be more than happy to offer a loan at generous interest (0.25%) rates, but he should be careful about spending too much out of nowhere. Recommend some partners to him, both in the Crownlands and abroad.
-[X] "I have yet to read the latest reports from the Scholarum's headmistress, but we likely have some initiates just about ready to undergo a Journey. If you would like, I can direct one toward you, though I would be careful. They're rather... enthusiastic about fighting dangerous things or their research."
Yep. I track them in the Armory in the Strategic Assets section. I've gone ahead and subtracted those in your vote.

Speaking of them, we need to buy more Teleport charms next time we visit one of the extraplanar trade cities. We're down to five of them, not counting those we've assigned to our people.

[X] Crake
 
Yep. I track them in the Armory in the Strategic Assets section. I've gone ahead and subtracted those in your vote.

Speaking of them, we need to buy more Teleport charms next time we visit one of the extraplanar trade cities. We're down to five of them, not counting those we've assigned to our people.

[X] Crake
Neat.

Need more enchanters.
 
@Crake, please use Touch of History in the ring.
I'm kinda paranoid that something that expensive somehow gotten into Baelish's (?) hands to begin with.
Devils are likely.
 
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