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Part MMMCCCLXXIV: Baiting the Hook
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    • Baiting the Hook​

    Seventeenth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC

    You have claimed cities by war, by diplomacy, by deception and varying gradations of all three, but you have not so far had to deal with a city whose primary concern was not being left behind in the tides of history. Most Braavosi traders and practically all those with political ambition in the Secret City know Lorath is a backwater in both the literal as well as metaphorical sense. Pentos at least had its vineyards and fertile vales when Braavosi merchants out-competed them in the sea. By contrast the northernmost of the Free Cities is built upon a small island in frigid seas, surviving but never thriving off the northern trade. And therein lay the trouble...

    "Menel's pretty clear on the Harvest Prince being interested in swearing to us, the harvest has been poor," Dany shuffles some parchments into some semblance of order. These may not be her natural surroundings as much as they are yours, but your sister is nothing if not determined to live up to her responsibilities, in peace as much as in war. Of course as the gleam of magic in her eye reading the inteligence report shows she also cheats to the fullest extent of her considerable abilities. "The main trouble is the Prince of the Streets, Orogos... er... Kaemeni, seriously who calls a child that?"

    "I believe they were trying to call him Fire-Hair in the local dialect, not what it comes to in Old Valyrian," Tyene giggles. Her High Valyrian might not be as instinctive as yours and Dany's, but one could hardly miss that the traitorous former princeling would be called 'Fig-Head' in that tongue.

    "Right, the man with the improbable head actually grew into being a decent rabble-rouser, possibly from natural talent, most likely with the aid of magic and he had been quietly stoking anti-Braavosi sentiment by the time Menel and the others dealt with him. It would not be enough do disrupt a transfer of power of course..."

    "Like anything could, we have dragons," Tyene snorts, not without cause of course but whether you could take the city was never in any doubt. You are certainly not going to brush rioting aside.

    "How bad is it?" you ask. Dany probably had a more complete idea than you having spent yesterday actually reading through all the ancillary accounts of the negotiations, calling it 'a relief from all the gods and powers'.

    "Well the good news is that it isn't the elements most likely to actually riot efectively, dock workers, the city watch and others of that sort. It's petty mercantile and craft interests, people who have been worrying about 'Bloodsucking Braavosi' since their great grandfathers' day. The trouble is, of course, that they are not entirely wrong to worry. They really are poorer than they used to be and part of that can be laid at the feet of Braavos' advantages, in terms of location and policy both."

    "Is there any sort of focal point, a leader we could attempt to sway?" It would of course be posibile to do in Lorath what you had done in Westeros against far more entrenched suspicion, but that would take time to percolate through the population and every moment it was outside the empire Lorath's economy would only suffer more.

    "The Fisher Prince maybe, fishing disputes with Braavos are far more focused and actually amenable to mediation, according to Saan you might just want to talk to his wife, she seems to have considerable influence over him..."

    "Dare I ask why that observation is in Lothos' Saan's hand?" you ask archly.

    "He didn't seduce her, though not from lack of interest on his part," Dany replies with a tolerant shake of the head as though Lothos were the too-spirited child. "I think we should get rid of the whole three part divide when we actually take the city. It may be a storied tradition but the princes have only become actual political leaders again after a coup less than a year ago. Their aristocracy is not best pleased with having to actually pay attention to figureheads."

    "But the two reaming princes control both the fleet and the army," your words are not a question, you had read through both accounts weeks ago. Lorath had a proper citizen army rather than using sellswords in their battles and practically all of the officers supported the Harvest Prince and the fleet did the Fisher Prince. Removing either or both in the name of reinstating the old 'Humble' Assembly would add more malcontents to the city.

    The question before you is simple on the surface, which faction to support for control of the city, but you could of course weave a more subtle pattern, introduce a new system more like of the reforms you have brought to the whole of your realm.

    Who do you approach in Lorath and with what offer?

    [] The Harvest Prince, already most favorable to you
    -[] Write in

    [] The Fisher Prince, more reserved but ultimately not opposed to you offering your protection to Lorath
    -[] Write in

    [] The magisters of the Humble Assembly
    -[] Write in

    [] Write in

    OOC: A bit dialog heavy, but I figured it would be best to lay things out in a sensible concise way, because that is how Viserys would be receiving the information in character.
     
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    • Duesal said:
    @DragonParadox, will we be seeing that one guy in Lorath who somehow got Chimeras?
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    He left the place long ago, leaving his zoo to some local keepers, and disappeared beyond the Wall, looking "for interesting creatures".

    I've added an action to the list of Adventure-Actions, to look into what came of him, about half a year ago.
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    [] The Lost Beastbreaker: The famous Beastbreaker of Lorath went looking for more exotic beasts Beyond the Wall a year ago… and has not returned. With the rumors of his proficiency at flesh-crafting and creating new life-forms, it is perhaps important to learn what happened to him… and deny him to Winter if possible.
    (Opposition: ??; Rewards: ??)
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    egoo said:
    He left the place long ago, leaving his zoo to some local keepers, and disappeared beyond the Wall, looking "for interesting creatures".

    I've added an action to the list of Adventure-Actions, to look into what came of him, about half a year ago.
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    That seems like something to take off, imo. He's really not a priority compared to other things to be done Beyond the Wall.
    DragonParadox said:
    He is not in the city anymore but the zoo is if you guys want to poke it.
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    It's fine, I was just wondering. If he were still here he would have probably been important.
     
    Duesal said:
    That seems like something to take off, imo. He's really not a priority compared to other things to be done Beyond the Wall.

    It's fine, I was just wondering. If he were still here he would have probably been important.
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    i mean we do have an other touched safari planned to be done at some point we could go to his house and try discern location and grab him while we are there
     
    Rovos said:
    i mean we do have an other touched safari planned to be done at some point we could go to his house and try discern location and grab him while we are there
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    If he's Beyond the Wall, then he's subject to the Builder's Anchor and can't be reached through Teleportation. He's frankly not worth the time. He's not politically relevant, and while he does have dealings with magical beasts he's not powerful in a way that matters to us. We could theoretically hire him for the Menagerie when he shows up again, but beyond that we shouldn't be wasting resources when there are more important things to do, like evacuating the wildlings or burning undead out of their barrows and tombs.
     
    *being an absolute madlad and approaching all three at the same time*

    "Your government doesn't function very well. I don't do dysfunction on the worst of days, so either we make one that actually works or I replace all of you."

    Viserys "don't make me come over there" Targaryen is here.
     
    Duesal said:
    That seems like something to take off, imo. He's really not a priority compared to other things to be done Beyond the Wall.
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    Sure, but one way or another he's a note of some importance.
    We might come upon him by chance, one way or another, whether he's still alive (doubtful) or (un)dead.
    Or we might visit as a side note, when we'll go to grab Rina's not!Eidolon-thing deeper in the WInter Lands.

    Bottom line, one Discern Location tells us whether he's available, and we can sens some minion over. The guy is a pretty prodigious flesh-crafter all things considered.
    Not a priority in the slightest, but interesting enough, and probably something to try to deny the Others.
     
    egoo said:
    Sure, but one way or another he's a note of some importance.
    We might come upon him by chance, one way or another, whether he's still alive (doubtful) or (un)dead.
    Or we might visit as a side note, when we'll go to grab Rina's not!Eidolon-thing deeper in the WInter Lands.

    Bottom line, one Discern Location tells us whether he's available, and we can sens some minion over. The guy is a pretty prodigious flesh-crafter all things considered.
    Not a priority in the slightest, but interesting enough, and probably something to try to deny the Others.
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    That relies on the assumption that he flesh-crafted those Chimeras. It's equally likely he got those purely by chance somehow, probably through some old artifact like whatever it was that made the Pegasi. In any case, while I don't have all that much of a problem with looking into it a bit, I seriously doubt the Others would gain all that much if they get him.
     
    Well, the American democratic system is a rule of three itself, the Executive, the Legislative and the Judicial - albeit branches of govt as opposed to individual princes, so this system may not be totally unsalvageable if responsibilities are shuffled.
     
    Azel said:
    How are those princes and the members of the Most Prentiously Named Assembly select again?
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    There's a threefold division:
    1. The rural titles are hereditary and come with the land
    2. The guild titles are granted with mastery (or rather grandmastery which is quite political within the guild)
    3. The life titles are granted out by the princes (for all practical purposes by the assembly itself up until the coup)
     
    Canon Omake: The Artisans Pride III
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    Carefully she ran her hands over the leathery surface of the egg, a mote of arcane flame shining from her rings and illuminating what lay inside the membrane. The murky green liquid obscured much of what grew within, but the shadows the creature within was casting were enough to assess it's state. Of course, she could have done all of this with spellwork that was both more precise and through, but it would also take time. The one resource that she was direly short on. The Archon didn't believe in half-measures, that much was certain, and so she would use the simplest and fastest tools available to her to ensure her work was flawless.

    This one was. A well formed snout and horns denoting the strong draconic influence in it's blood. Strong and thick tail and wings, which was the best sign by far. If the specimen was defective in some way, it always showed the strongest in their wings. Some grew none at all, others many, sometimes grossly enlarged, other times withered and crippled. True, there were some oddities and weirdness that had crept into her work. She had planned to use Valyrian Drakes as stock to make these creatures, not the flesh and blood of true dragons, mixed with a dash of human material to balance the humors. Yet she had preserved and pruned the worst of it, preserving those that showed promise. In a given sense, they were no longer truly Kobolds as the servitors of old that she sought to recreate, but something different.

    As far as the norm went among the specimens though, this one was fine and thus she placed the egg back into the cradle that was half wood and half flesh, careful not to tangle the umbilical cord that still connected it to Gogossos itself. A quick tug on one of the branches had the whole edifice rise, a cluster of ten eggs that almost looked like grapes from afar raising back towards the ceiling. It was a root though, she mentally corrected herself, and there were many. One hundred such clusters hung from the ceiling, for a total of a thousand specimens, grown in little more then a fortnight. It was a miracle wrought from pure will and determination, one that Lady Saenena Caleris had not survived. Instead, in her place now stood Wisdom Caleris, tired, covered in grime and with barely a memory of what a bed or solid food were. But it was necessary. She could not allow even the smallest doubt of her competence. Not with who could profit from any lapse on her part.

    While she wiped away the worst of the gunk that tended to settle on the eggs, she kept a careful eye on the thing that used to be her greatest worry. The snake creature wrought from the remnants of Gogossos former Fleshcrafters was examining another clutch with the same method, doubtlessly still mumbling about how primitive it was. To her, the being was not as strange and repulsive as to many others, carrying all too clearly the legacy of it's former self. Back in the days of Valyria, the Fleshcrafters used to make themselves into works of their art, smoothing, fattening and enhancing every aspect of their flesh as it was fashion at the courts. Doubtlessly they dried to impress and curry favor with their appearance, especially as they often freely offered the same beauty to others.

    Most thought they looked like dolls or living paintings. Too perfect to be real, no single blemish marking them as flesh and blood, and symmetrical to the point of reaching the uncanny. To her though, the worst were always their eyes. Sure, they were finely made, just the right size and place, and always in the most vibrant shades of purple, but you couldn't hide what lurked behind them. A monster was a monster, no matter how many masks it draped over itself. In their eyes you could see the flickers of madness that they all shared. There were certainly other tells, like their distant demeanor, the stilted speech, and the way they moved as if their flesh was ill-fitting garment, yet it was the cold and lifeless stares that made her detest them. They always seemed to not see people before them, but piles of meat that begged for their attention.

    In a sense, the creature the Archon had forged from their remnants was a truer reflections of their beings then their true bodies ever could have been. The reptilian form was more then apt to them and with the way their too many eyes and tongues moved, even the most inattentive dolt could see clearly what kind of spirit could be found within. The masks were finally torn away, the monster shown for all the world to see. And yet... Yet she needed the creature, no matter how much it disgusted it. No matter how clearly it was insane with how it muttered and argued with itself all the time.

    It was the worst when the Archon ordered them to do something that had been forbidden on the pain of death in the days of old. Some of it's voices would mutter 'heresy' in a worried tone, clearly remembering the old laws, while the others too muttered 'heresy', but in a tone that was more akin to a Dothraki being offered a virgin maiden. But no matter how much she hated the creature, it too had a voice in Gogossos and for now that voice carried the same weight as hers. One of four voices, and the only one she could steer somewhat, leaving her in a precarious position against the other two. The two other monsters that the Archon had imprisoned in these halls with her, and who were right now watching the proceedings in the gestation chamber for their own ends.

    Of the other two, the Kyton was the lesser worry, even though it was far more outgoing and active then the barbarian that rarely left his own labs. On it's good days, it got along somewhat with the snake, like and like calling too each other, but while the former Fleshcrafters still had a twisted sense of shame about their nature, this creature had none. This morning, the Kyton had apparently decided to skin it's on face, then set it's skin on long nails as if it was a tent. The effect when she spoke to you was, even if Saenena only would admit to it in the privacy of her thoughts, amply disturbing. This thing wore it's on depravity as a badge of honor for all too see.

    Where the Archon had recruited it and why still eluded her, for she steadfastly refused to speak more then absolutely necessary with the creature. It might have deprived her of a chance to sway the balance in her favor, but there were just some borders she was not willing to cross. To willingly associated with something that even the snake had once called depraved and deranged? That was definitely beyond the pale. Then again, it apparently was occasionally visiting and allegedly even working in the Deep, so it might have some tact under all the hooks, nails and flayed skin. It apparently just decided that Gogossos was no place to show any of it.

    The barbarian on the other hand, Wisdom Qyburn, for he had at least earned that title, was quite the opposite. When you saw him, he appeared to be nothing more then a kindly old grandfather. He was soft-spoken and calm, making it all too easy to dismiss him as harmless. But his eyes were those she had seen far too often in Valyria. This was a man who had dug more then one grave for his ambitions, and there was little doubt of his hunger for something she still couldn't name. It was no surprise that the flighty Kyton would defer to him whenever there was a disagreement in Gogossos, and it was worrisome that they seemed to become thick as thieves as of late.

    In the end, it was him or her, that much Saenena knew. The two monsters were useful with their skills and experience, but neither had the temperament, ability or sanity to lead this facility. And he was ahead in the Archons favor, as much as it galled her to admit. His creatures had proven themselves against the sellsword army in Yi Ti, and his alterations to the forge within his own labs were certainly impressive. It still stumped her how easily he had wrought them. When she had agreed to let him infuse the living forge with necromantic energies, she expected a pile of dead meat and maybe the ire of the tree spirits upon him. Instead it worked. Instead he was now growing ever more of his creations in a rapidly expanding lab, having even enough time for entirely different projects.

    While Saenena walked back to her workbenches and more or less home for the past few weeks, he was already waiting for her, glancing over a few papers she had left out in the open. He greeted her with a polite nod and an easy smile, which only rose her ire even more. It was unlikely that he was actively mocking her, but with how transparent is mask was, keeping it on was tantamount to that. No. She needed to get even with the barbarian and preferably surpass him. She would not defer to him in these halls, not now and not ever.

    Before the tension could rise further though, another voice drew both of their attentions. It was one of the furies, who often served as messengers from Sorcerers Deep. "Wisdom Qyburn. Wisdom Saenena. The king has sent me to deliver the remainder of the bodies for you." With this she held out a bag in between them, no doubt enchanted to fit the shrunken remains of dragons and drakes alike. Saenena quickly took it.

    "I think Wisdom Marita will be most pleased by this. She had some ideas for the corpse of the Shadow Dragon." Even though she spoke them, the words felt ashen in Saenena's mouth. But needs must, and if she wanted to maneuver around Qyburn, she needed to keep the Kyton from siding to strongly with him. A few treats for it would help there. "Could you carry message back to the Archon for me? The first batch of Kobolds is ready for birth and I assumed that he would want to be personally present for the occasion."

    The Fury nodded, yet instead of turning to leave as expected, it turned to Qyburn, much to Saenena's ire. "There is another message from Archon Saan, Wisdom Qyburn. Some boy who insists on personally delivering something to you. He is here on Lord Boltons orders, but he isn't cleared to enter the Forge."

    This time, the smile on Qyburns face seemed genuine, making his next words even more chilling. He had never shown affection to much of anything except his creatures so far. "I know who you are talking about. Please tell him to wait a short moment and I will get him. It is nice to see him again."



    AN: And we finally switched sides to the other two in that little office rivalry.
     
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    • DragonParadox said:
    There's a threefold division:
    1. The rural titles are hereditary and come with the land
    2. The guild titles are granted with mastery (or rather grandmastery which is quite political within the guild)
    3. The life titles are granted out by the princes (for all practical purposes by the assembly itself up until the coup)
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    And what about the Princes themselves? This sounds as if it only relates to the assembly.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    There's a threefold division:
    1. The rural titles are hereditary and come with the land
    2. The guild titles are granted with mastery (or rather grandmastery which is quite political within the guild)
    3. The life titles are granted out by the princes (for all practical purposes by the assembly itself up until the coup)
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    Alright. This setup? It will go the way of the Hindenburg. No way in hell we are keeping that mess. Heck, no way in hell Viserys would IC not be disgusted at the cesspit of corruption, petty feuds and general pigheadedness.
    DragonParadox said:
    The princes are all hereditary, although the Assembly have not been very strict about the succession recently because the positions were powerless (ar at least they were supposed to be).
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    Ok. Is there any claimant for the third princedom?
     
    Azel said:
    Alright. This setup? It will go the way of the Hindenburg. No way in hell we are keeping that mess. Heck, no way in hell Viserys would IC not be disgusted at the cesspit of corruption, petty feuds and general pigheadedness.

    Ok. Is there any claimant for the third princedom?
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    There are literally hundreds of them, the remaining two can't decide on a candidate, normally they would inclined to choose a puppet, but they do not want to risk damaging the newly regained prestige of the office.

    Good night guys, see you tomorrow with Lorath and maybe Bloodraven conversations.
     
    @DragonParadox aren't the Princes elected based on where certain people live? Harvest Prince land owners, Fisher people who own boats, and Streets freemen of city itself?

    Don't we already have that kinda democracy for other assemblies and such?
     
    DragonParadox said:
    Baiting the Hook​

    Seventeenth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC

    You have claimed cities by war, by diplomacy, by deception, and varying gradations of all three, but you have not so far had to deal with a city whose primary concern was not being left behind in the tides of history. Most Braavosi traders and practically all those with political ambition in the Secret City know Lorath is a backwater, in both the literal as well the metaphorical sense. Pentos at least had its vineyards and fertile vales when Braavosi merchants out-competed them on the sea. By contrast, the northernmost of the Free Cities is built upon a small island in frigid seas, surviving but never thriving off the northern trade. And therein lay the trouble...

    "Menel's pretty clear on the Harvest Prince being interested in swearing to us. The harvest has been poor," Dany explains as she shuffles some parchments into some semblance of order. These may not be her natural surroundings as much as they are yours, but your sister is nothing if not determined to live up to her responsibilities, in peace as much as in war. Of course, as the gleam of magic in her eye reading the intelligence report shows, she also cheats to the fullest extent of her considerable abilities. "The main trouble is the Prince of the Streets, Orogos... er... Kaemeni, seriously who calls a child that?"

    "I believe they were trying to call him Fire-Hair in the local dialect, not what it comes to in Old Valyrian," Tyene giggles. Her High Valyrian might not be as instinctive as yours and Dany's, but one could hardly miss that the traitorous former princeling would be called 'Fig-Head' in that tongue.

    "Right, the man with the improbable head actually grew into being a decent rabble rouser. Possibly from natural talent, but most likely with the aid of magic, and he had been quietly stoking anti-Braavosi sentiment by the time Menel and the others dealt with him. It would not be enough to disrupt a transfer of power, of course..."

    "Like anything could, we have dragons," Tyene snorts, not without cause of course, but whether you could take the city was never in any doubt. You are certainly not going to brush rioting aside.

    "How bad is it?" you ask. Dany probably had a more complete idea than you, having spent yesterday actually reading through all the ancillary accounts of the negotiations, calling it 'a relief from all the gods and powers'.

    "Well, the good news is that it isn't the elements most likely to actually riot effectively; dock workers, the city watch, and others of that sort. It's petty mercantile and craft interests, people who have been worrying about 'Bloodsucking Braavosi' since their great grandfathers' day. The trouble is that they are not entirely wrong to worry. They really are poorer than they used to be, and part of that can be laid at the feet of Braavos' advantages, in terms of location and policy both."

    "Is there any sort of focal point, a leader we could attempt to sway?" It would certainly be possible to do in Lorath what you had done in Westeros, and against far more entrenched suspicion, but that would take time to percolate through the population, and every moment it was outside the empire Lorath's economy would only suffer more.

    "The Fisher Prince maybe? Fishing disputes with Braavos are far more focused and actually amenable to mediation. According to Saan, you might just want to talk to his wife, she seems to have considerable influence over him..."

    "Dare I ask why that observation is in Lothos Saan's hand?" you ask archly.

    "He didn't seduce her, though not from lack of interest on his part," Dany replies with a tolerant shake of the head as though Lothos were the too-spirited child. "I think we should get rid of the whole three part divide when we actually take the city. It may be a storied tradition, but the princes have only become actual political leaders again after a coup less than a year ago. Their aristocracy is not best pleased with having to actually pay attention to figureheads."

    "But the two reaming princes control both the fleet and the army." Your words are not a question, you had read through both accounts weeks ago. Lorath had a proper citizen army rather than using sellswords in their battles, and practically all of the officers supported the Harvest Prince, and the fleet did the Fisher Prince. Removing either or both in the name of reinstating the old 'Humble' Assembly would add more malcontents to the city.

    The question before you is simple on the surface, which faction to support for control of the city? You could of course weave a more subtle pattern, introduce a new system more like of the reforms you have brought to the whole of your realm.

    Who do you approach in Lorath and with what offer?

    [] The Harvest Prince, already most favorable to you
    -[] Write in

    [] The Fisher Prince, more reserved but ultimately not opposed to you offering your protection to Lorath
    -[] Write in

    [] The magisters of the Humble Assembly
    -[] Write in

    [] Write in

    OOC: A bit dialog heavy, but I figured it would be best to lay things out in a sensible concise way, because that is how Viserys would be receiving the information in character.
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    Made some additional edits to the chapter, DP.

    I don't mind this change of pace at all. The past few days IC have been tense and hectic, so a bit of bog standard politics is welcome.
     
    Massgamer said:
    @DragonParadox aren't the Princes elected based on where certain people live? Harvest Prince land owners, Fisher people who own boats, and Streets freemen of city itself?

    Don't we already have that kinda democracy for other assemblies and such?
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    Our system is more American / British, with discrete districts sending representatives into a local council. Mind, how that propagates upwards is more Germany inspired, with the local councils electing their own representatives in the higher council among each other.
     
    I think we should just pick someone and install them as governor. The issue with that is who to pick and how to best implement the transition.
     
    Or just install our own Governor and steer influencers toward the local councils in the Voice system to gain the influence they desire, so long as the can steer the electorate in the right direction.

    Keep the Viceroy position a Crown appointment and argue that with it comes a promise of competence but also impartiality.

    They will work hard to create a thriving economy and implement state policy.
     
    [X] Meet with the Harvest Prince and the Fisher Prince at the same time.

    -[X] The core offer is simple. Peaceful integration into the Imperium with all the benefits that entails, such as economic stimulus packages.
    --[X] In particular, promise them to invest in the Bay of Lorath area, increasing local economic activity and thus strengthening the city itself as the focal point of this trade.
    --[X] Point out that if they join, you will be the one (or your council at least) to arbitrate conflicts between Braavos and Lorath. You are not promising preferential treatment or anything, but they can expect disagreements to be arbitrated and resolved in a speedy and final fashion, entirely without the need for violence.
    --[X] Otherwise they obviously get the agrarian care package of rituals and Leshies to prop up their economy. You can also negotiate a deal with local Triton tribes on their behalf for maritime endeavors.

    -[X] The political system will be reformed in the following way:
    --[X] The Three Princes will act as the Governor of Lorath, making decisions by simple majority. You will help them picking a good successor for the third spot if they want, or stay out of it, depending on their wishes.
    --[X] The Humble Assembly will be dissolved.
    ---[X] Hereditary land-owners will be awarded the corresponding feudal titles as vassals of Lorath. That means they gain more autonomy in their own holdings while loosing influence on Lorath at large.
    ---[X] The guilds are getting shafted, but they will remain an important power-block in the new Imperial council that replaces the assembly. Sell it to the lower rungs of the guilds as a way for them to bypass the guildmasters on their path to power and watch them flock to the idea.
    ---[X] The appointed members get completely shafted. If they are worth caring about, they will have a shot at a council position. If not, then why bother pandering to them?
     
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