I'm rather fond of the notion of making Ser Richard just that much harder to kill with spells.

@DragonParadox, heads up that we're missing Teana, and the progress for the Mind Dragons, the Myrkdreki, the Guardian Nagas, and the Orphne Fey Lords who participated.

Sorry for not speaking up earlier, I only just noticed that they weren't included when they should have been.

Progress t next level for all. Teana leveled relatively recently and the others are natively high level more than two battles will push over
 
Didn't we talk not too long ago about how ridiculous Richard in melee?
Artemis' bullshit encounter only had good chances at breaking the items, not killing Richard (especially post-buffs)
Is there much point to going beyond?

Catching bullets projectiles off their course is kinda anime but still pretty great for his actual job of bodyguarding.
Also, we could throw him in front of Moonchaser and have him catch 5 attacks targeting the shipt/round, on top of the Brilliant Barrier.
:V
There is never sufficient sword.
 
I wonder, have Anya and Mia the Inquisitor done anything / levelled since the festival?
Haven't seen those two in ages.
 
So I have a question. I know that it is inefficient but can our new wizards and sorcerers run classes in the Scholarium?
I imagine that more experienced Scholarium mages, likely the 4th and 5th levels, have been serving as teaching assistants and maybe even doing some lecturing on introductory subjects and classes.
 
Part MMMDLXXXVIII: A City's Soul
A City's Soul

Twenty-Fourth of the Second Month 294 AC

Giving an account of the triumphs outside Sallosh and Sarnath into the breathless silence that only the company of those already dead can keep feels somewhat odd. It proves a precarious balancing act between seeming to blow your own horn on one end and passing over the valor of those who whose courage and skill had shone that day. A reason if ever you have seen one for kings of have heralds, but you could hardly expect something as obviously alien as your preferred heralds to pass through the streets of bespelled Mardosh without being taken note of.

Speaking of those unfortunate souls... "The state of this city cannot endure," you proclaim starkly. Though there are no in-drawn breaths to hear, and it is difficult indeed to read upon the withered faces of the dead, you can sense a change to the texture of the silence just the same. "I speak not out of abstract love for the virtue of truthfulness, but from cold and undeniable logic. Those who are blinded by enchantment cannot see peril near at hand."

"We will protect out own," the Lord Protector interjects sharply.

From the look on Waymar's face you rather suspect he would like to ask something on the order of, 'like you protected them last time?' Thankfully your friend is not one to intentionally start wars over personal frustration and has long since grown out of the potential for doing so on accident.

"So you would, but there is one foe no one is proof against, not dragons, not empires, not the mountains themselves, time," you interject softly. "There is power in blood spilled and untimely death, but in time all power fades. I could not now say how many long years it will take, but what I do know for certain is that Mardosh as it is now will fade if nothing is done."

"There is a path for them to walk the world again in the west and south where Imperial law rules." Rina interjects before Gurtukul might speak, looking boldly into the hollows of his eyes. "There are those who fear the lingering dead there and not without cause, but there are no laws or customs that would bar them from the gates or call doom upon them. There is even a manner for them to take another form if they tire of unlife."

"What fate then for us who bore the sword for good... and for ill." Dry bones shake and creak 'no'. "Better to be allies from afar than to play out that ghastly revelation, better that we should fade then be remembered for nothing beyond kinstrife."

"There are glories yet to be won and battles yet to be fought, grander and more terrible by far than even those I have recounted here today," you allow a moment's solemn pause. "Mardosh can be a living city once more, its people raised to new purpose in war and in peace, or it can remain a mausoleum, a dark macabre dance slowly fading into oblivion."

That certainly causes an uproar, dead hands reaching for weapons of old, though none dare to draw them while the Lord Protector remains impassive upon his seat. "So then you expect us to split in two neatly down the middle, on one side soldiers and on the other the citizenry?" A sigh hisses over dry bone and withered flesh. "I do not blame you for the offer, but without the soldiers, without those who protect the city with weapons in hand and courage in our heart, what would remain would not be Mardosh anymore than the guts and liver of a bull is not the whole beast." Again he shakes his head, though less definitively this time. "I must think on this and confer with... another before I can give an answer, yeah or nay."

What do you do?

[] Continue to argue the point
-[] Write in

[] Leave as asked, an alliance is enough for now
-[] Write in where to

[] Write in


OOC: The rolls were pretty poor and this was a hard sell to people who identify Mardosh with its soldiers.
 
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"I must think on this and confer with... another before I can give ans answer yeah or nay."
Who does he intend to speak with? It can't be his nephew. Even if he loves him as kin, he sees the boy as weak and unworthy (admittedly true) which was why he felt the need to usurp him in the first place.

I think we can salvage this if we make another push. We just need to word it carefully.
 
Keep in mind the Uncle did not usurp the Prince, rather that the Prince did not meet the criteria necessary to be considered a lawful heir in truth, but he also could not be killed or exiled for a mixture of social and personal reasons.

He actually probably wants the Prince to take up the scepter and crown. But to rule in the manner which honors Mardosh's traditions... which obviously involves soldiers... soldiers who murdered the city.

You can see the problems with that. @DragonParadox, that about the bones? Pun not intended.
 
*Desire to burn things intensifies*

Worst part about this is, for me, we should give an ultimatum that isn't seen like one.

We can fuck them up. No questions asked, they hold zero chance against our forces.
They have no Undead God to fall back on (most they can do is call upon the Void, and hopefully we'll close that avenue by summoning the Daemon), nor a Rat King of their own.

We don't want them to stay unattended - they either die, go Warforged, or go Quburn-proofed.
Our objection is with contaminating everywhere around them with NE and being an unsustainable mess of a political state.

The Lord-Protector probably gets that all, but still is far too proud of his failed legacy and heritage to outright surrender his stale-ass beliefs.
 
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A City's Soul

Twenty-Fourth of the Second Month 294 AC

Giving an account of the triumphs outside Sallosh and Sarnath into the breathless silence that only the company of those already dead can keep feels somewhat odd. It proves a precarious balancing act between seeming to blow your own horn on one end, and passing over the valor of those who whose courage and skill had shone that day. A reason if ever you have seen one for kings to have heralds, but you could hardly expect something as obviously alien as your preferred Heralds to pass through the streets of bespelled Mardosh without being taken note of.

Speaking of those unfortunate souls..."The state of this city cannot endure," you proclaim starkly. Though there are no in-drawn breaths to hear and it is difficult indeed to read upon the withered faces of the dead, you can sense a change to the texture of the silence just the same. "I speak not out of abstract love for the virtue of truthfulness, but from cold and undeniable logic. Those who are blinded by enchantment cannot see peril near at hand."

"We will protect our own," the Lord Protector interjects sharply.

From the look on Waymar's face, you rather suspect he would like to ask something on the order of 'like you protected them last time?' Thankfully, your friend is not one to intentionally start wars over personal frustration, and has long since grown out of the potential for doing so on accident.

"So you would, but there is one foe no one is proof against, not dragons, not empires, not the mountains themselves, time," you interject softly. "There is power in blood spilled and untimely death, but in time all power fades. I could not now say how many long years it will take, but what I do know for certain is that Mardosh as it is now will fade if nothing is done."

"There is a path for them to walk the world again in the west and south where Imperial law runs" Rina interjects before Gurtukul might speak, looking boldly into the hollows of his eyes. "There are those who fear the lingering dead there and not without cause, but there are no laws or customs that would bar them from the gates or call doom upon them. There is even a manner for them to take another form if they tire of unlife."

"What fate then for us who bore the sword for good...and for ill." Dry bones shake and creak 'no'. "Better to be allies from afar than to play out that ghastly revelation, better that we should fade than be remembered for nothing beyond kinstrife."

"There are glories yet to be won and battles yet to be fought, grander and more terrible by far than even those I have recounted here today," you allow a moment's solemn pause. "Mardosh can be a living city once more, its people raised to new purpose in war and in peace or it can remain a mausoleum, a dance macabre slowly fading into oblivion."

That certainly causes an uproar, dead hands reaching for weapons of old, though none dare to draw them while the Lord protector remains impassive upon his seat. "So then you expect us to split in two neatly down the middle, on one side soldiers and on the other the citizenry?" A sigh hisses over dry bone and withered flesh. "I do not blame you for the offer, but without the soldiers, without those who protect the city with weapons in hand and courage in our heart, what would remain would not be Mardosh, anymore than the guts and liver of a bull is the whole beast." Again he shakes his head though less definitively this time. "I must think on this and confer with... another, before I can give an answer yeah or nay."

What do you do?

[] Continue to argue the point
-[] Write in

[] Leave as asked, an alliance is enough for now
-[] Write in where to

[] Write in


OOC: The rolls were pretty poor and this was a hard sell to people who identify Mardosh with its soldiers. Not yet edited.
Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
 
Keep in mind the Uncle did not usurp the Prince, rather that the Prince did not meet the criteria necessary to be considered a lawful heir in truth, but he also could not be killed or exiled for a mixture of social and personal reasons.

He actually probably wants the Prince to take up the scepter and crown. But to rule in the manner which honors Mardosh's traditions... which obviously involves soldiers... soldiers who murdered the city.

You can see the problems with that. @DragonParadox, that about the bones? Pun not intended.
That's gonna be a problem. The prince is very much not mentally sound enough to be the successor, and we shouldn't support his ascension if it comes down to it. As he is, he's Void bait.
 
That's gonna be a problem. The prince is very much not mentally sound enough to be the successor, and we shouldn't support his ascension if it comes down to it. As he is, he's Void bait.
Where did you get that impression?
He seems to have a clearer view on things than his uncle here.

The Daemon got his chance because the guy was left in a near-hopeless situation, but that we can fix simply by not having him trapped in a tower and all the people in an illusion, both things we want anyway.
 
Where did you get that impression?
He seems to have a clearer view on things than his uncle here.

The Daemon got his chance because the guy was left in a near-hopeless situation, but that we can fix simply by not having him trapped in a tower and all the people in an illusion, both things we want anyway.
Because of the way his entire life was led, and the way he died. While him not being a prisoner and the people not being trapped certainly helps, it doesn't just make years of anger and bitterness that attracted that Daemon in the first place vanish. If he's put in charge he'd always need to be watched carefully by us just in case he succumbs at the wrong moment, especially since now he's officially gotten that daemon's attention.

It's not a risk I'm thrilled to take.
 
The trick is basically to convince the Prince not to sunder the martial traditions responsible for the "death before dishonor" attitude which led to the death of an entire city.

The Prince feels contempt for those traditions for the ruin it wrought and if given the choice he would probably change things in a manner not to the Lord Protector's liking in the least.

To be fair, axing military traditions in a death world is a bad decision, and I think we could convince him of that.
 
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Because of the way his entire life was led, and the way he died. While him not being a prisoner and the people not being trapped certainly helps, it doesn't just make years of anger and bitterness that attracted that Daemon in the first place vanish. If he's put in charge he'd always need to be watched carefully by us just in case he succumbs at the wrong moment, especially since now he's officially gotten that daemon's attention.

It's not a risk I'm thrilled to take.
Well, by the very nature of our attempt to solve the issue here we will seperate Mardosh from its soldiers.

Meaning this prince would be an administrator over a civilian population and we would put Legionaires (or later guardsmen) from other areas of our realm here to protect the city.
So he would be watched and he would lack much opportunity to do harm in betraying us.

Edit: By the time the soldiers have done their part in the war for dawn this is basically irellevant.
 
Well, by the very nature of our attempt to solve the issue here we will seperate Mardosh from its soldiers.

Meaning this prince would be an administrator over a civilian population and we would put Legionaires (or later guardsmen) from other areas of our realm here to protect the city.
So he would be watched and he would lack much opportunity to do harm in betraying us.

Edit: By the time the soldiers have done their part in the war for dawn this is basically irellevant.
I'd want an oath in front of Yss before I trust someone who almost got taken by the Void to be in charge of the lives of a full city. It'd all be well and good if he were on his own but we've got the lives of the citizens below him to consider, and that Daemon is powerful enough that a mere detachment of guardsmen would be easily bypassed.
 
Because of the way his entire life was led, and the way he died. While him not being a prisoner and the people not being trapped certainly helps, it doesn't just make years of anger and bitterness that attracted that Daemon in the first place vanish. If he's put in charge he'd always need to be watched carefully by us just in case he succumbs at the wrong moment, especially since now he's officially gotten that daemon's attention.

It's not a risk I'm thrilled to take.
The Prince is a good enough compromise. It's mostly an issue of legitimacy. The Lord Protector can basically stay if you keep the citizens there locked in a lotus eater machine, but if you wake them all up and he's still in charge, they will probably riot immediately, damn the consequences. And they would not be wrong to do so.

He doesn't want to leave the city in hands which will not ensure the Mardoshi traditions will basically die.

At the end of the day we're making a deal with the army parked over the place, or we probably could have just killed them all, and then freed the civilians from the illusion.
 
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