Behind the Serpent Throne (CK2)

Turn 4--Planning
Turn 4 (Mid-Winter)--Planning

Influence: 5 (Kuojah's Power)+2 (Kuojah's Wealth)+1 (Kuojah's Need)-5 (New to Court)+1 (Strange and Foreign in the right ways)+1 (Not Entirely His Father's Son)+1 (Diplomatic Might)+1 (The Man Who Tells Stories to Emperor's)+1 (Party Animal)+1 (Warrior General)=9 Influence

One Influence must be spent on an action that has 'Martial' as the primary or secondary dice rolled.

Kiralo has agreed to do Doctor, Doctor.

This month, as can be seen below, is the midwinter festival, and thus he'll be expected to do something in relation to that.

Trouble is multiplying, and his ability to influence the world is coming into focus, as he hits up against the limits of his current popularity. The world moves, and Kiralo must act to win his place in it. Winter is half over, and with spring comes the risk of war engulfing the land and destroying all that his father has worked for and all that the mercenary dreams of for Csirit.

Also, a group from Hari-Bueli is arriving at the end of the month, so anything involving that might or might not have priorities.


[Default, 0 cost] Walk Amid the Revelry
Dice: Diplomacy.
Chance of Success: 100%, dice roll to see if anything interesting/good/bad happens.
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Walk amid the galleries of ice, through the banquets and the feasts and the ceremonies, and merely partake in this festive occasion.

Title: Made of Ice and Dreams
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy and Learning
Chance of Success: 60%, variable effect
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Each year, craftsman from around the world come to show their skill at certain crafts, most famously this time of year ice sculpture, a Hari-Nat specialty brought south by an Emperor's beloved courtesan a century ago. Kiralo could no more be a famous ice sculptor than he could flap his arms and fly, but such men need patrons and resources. Kiralo's own budget is rather low and so he'd have to choose carefully, but there is some prestige in being a patron of the arts.

Title: Every Special Little Snowflake
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 60%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: There are banquets all over the city and all over the palace in the week leading up to the big imperial ceremony and the invocation of the proper Gods. And at these banquets, poems to winter are not only typical, they're expected. Kiralo is a poet, and this could be a chance to win a reputation for himself, one that might aid in other endeavors.

Title: A Duel of Ice and Snow
Dice Rolled: Magic and Learning
chance of Success: 100%, effect variable
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Every year, the Imperial Mage College puts on a display of their students prowess in a sense. The spirits of ice and snow and wind and water are all put to taxing effect in duels and battles and moving panoramas. Some students have what might be called a snowball fight, though it's far more involved than that, and spirits weave vast pictures in the ground or surround audiences in blizzards that show within their depths scenes of warmth and power. It is a sheer display of might and skill, mastery even, that is not to be missed, and going to see it might teach Kiralo a few things, too.


Title: Largess of the Emperor
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 50%, success by degrees really matters.
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: Kiralo's funds are not even close to depleted, but there is certainly a certain tightness to just what he has to spend, and more than that, all courtiers have lands or grants or jobs given by the Emperor that allow them to live a lifestyle that lets them fight the polite battles of the court. Kiralo knows the Emperor, and is known to have a certain amount of power and expertise in certain matters, it is possible he could be granted a small stipend for some excuse or another, and that this might help him in the future.

Title: A Position of Some Worth
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 35%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Kiralo could get a position within the court as well. It would need to be one that was at once important without imposing too much on his time and energy. It needed to be a job that grants access without restricting scope, and finding one like that that isn't already taken is certainly a difficult task in the crowded court, but a worthy one, indeed.

Title: Education of a Ruler
Dice Rolled: Learning and Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 60%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: Who teaches the Emperor? That, truly, is an important question. Kiralo knows that Kuojah is the ultimate master of this, the one driving all of it, but just who are the tutors and how is the Emperor coping with his scholarship? Perhaps a polite visit is in store, if done just right. Perhaps not, it all remains to be seen. But the Emperor's education is a matter of great importance, at least so long as he sits upon the throne, may that be a long time indeed.

Title: South-Bank Scholars
Dice Rolled: Learning and Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 55%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The South Bank Philosophy Club aren't the only group that actively opposes Kuojah's philosophy and scholarship, but they are the most prominent critics, and visiting their club and their printing presses and reading more about their beliefs might give Kiralo a way in with them, whether as an envoy between them and Kuojah, as unlikely as that is, or as an ally of theirs against some of Kuojah's policies.

Title: Young Snakes, Sharp Fangs
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 70%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: The young and ambitious, unmarried noblemen of the court are a sharp bunch. Kiralo declined in a way their companionship earlier, and they're not going to be easy to befriend, and he'd have to balance their friendship with the possibility that they might be trivial people whose goals will not align with his. Yet at the same time, they are the people his age and younger, and their fathers and uncles, their brothers and cousins, are important people, as are they by reflection.


Title: Unseating the Poet
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy, secondary Intrigue
Chance of Success: ???
Time: ! Turn
Text: At the moment, Kiralo knows not a single other poet who could possibly replace Hari, but if he knew...or if he was willing to bet on literally anyone being better than Hari, he could replace Hari with someone else, someone more willing to teach the Emperor properly, and also willing to be Kiralo's ally on certain matters. Mostly involving giving him access to the Emperor, at least at the moment.



Title: To Protect...
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy (primary), Stewardship and Martial (Secondary)
Chance of success: 83%
Time: 1 turn.
Text: Kiralo needs bodyguards, and it is certainly an expense that his father can hardly object to, all things considered. Choosing a proper bodyguard detail is a matter both of judging people to be loyal and faithful, as well as skilled, and making sure to hire them at the proper expense.




Title: To the West
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: ???
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Juae of the West is a wild card, just as Kuojah has said, and that means that his support is very important. In order to even know how to gain it, one first has to know the man himself, both what he wants and what sort of man he ultimately is. He needs to be felt out delicately, else others notice and understand Kiralo's game and beat him at it, or any other number of possible bad outcomes.

Title: Going South
Dice Rolled: Military and Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 50%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Qing'lu of the South is an enemy of Kuojah, but is he an enemy of the Emperor? More than that, what if anything can he do to aid Kuojah and the Emperor, and Kiralo as well. They do not have to be enemies, at least not in theory. There is never going to be a case for the man being a friend, but there are such things as grudging allies, and building on the goodwill gained over the last month could be very helpful

Title: A Survey of Military Preparedness
Dice Rolled: Military
Chance of Success: ???
Time: 2 Turns.
Text: Kiralo needs to understand the state of the military, and that means understanding just what is said on paper. A lot of it is beyond the reach of the court, represented only by the bureaucrats and generals of the Council, but even that matters greatly since any reforms or even any usage of the army must first involve being able to understand just what exists. It is not the season yet for Spring and any possible maneuvers, even if that would tell much except the state of preparedness for the local forces, so all that remains are to stay huddled up in the winter and read, write, and convince.


Title: Building the Case, Part 1: I'm Good Enough
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy and Military
Chance of Success: 65%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: If Kiralo is going to attempt to aim for a liason position between the Council of Generals and the Emperor (and Kuojah), it will take a lot of work to obtain. It's not something that is simple to 'deserve' and politics and popularity both matter a great deal.

Title: Rationed Off
Dice Rolled: Stewardship and Military
Chance of Success: 60%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Soldiers have had their pay in arrears for months, and to a large extent that isn't going to change. At the very least, there's a certain mindset that has settled over both sides of the disputes that isn't likely to change any time soon. But up until that point, there is still something that could be done. If money could be found, the soldiers could be given extra rations both of food, rice wine, and perhaps even inducements such as the visits of prostitutes and the like. Anything at all is possible when the goal is undermining the direct link between the Generals political aims and the soldier's actual needs.

Title: Ride Along Friends
Dice Rolled: Martial and Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 65%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Perhaps they merely haven't gotten off on the best foot. Either way, Kiralo is not particularly friendly with many of the stableboys, managers of the stable, and riders of the court, and these are people who in theory should at least have some bond that ties them together with him. Repairing the relationship will be difficult, and probably involve trying to break down the barriers using their common ground.

Title: From a High Horse
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy and Martial
Chance of Success: 60%
Time: 1 turn.
Text: The entire state and nature of the light horseman of Csirit is currently unknown. While it certainly risks coming across as arrogant and more than that of alienating those who are already somewhat resentful of him, testing the skill and prowess of the light cavalrymen who are stationed and posted at the court could make a good first move in evaluating just what talent is on display to work with on a small scale, perhaps as a first step towards larger scale reforms without the difficulty inherent in such a proposal.



Title: Out on the Town
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 80%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Arimi and Vedal are certainly growing a little bit listless, trapped her and as of yet unable to either spread rumors of Kiralo's heroism or truly check out all of the fine living that the court promises--drinks and dancers and parties that Kiralo has mostly avoided--and so they've expressed a desire to perhaps go and see just what Csrae proper has to offer. It certainly wouldn't be very proper.




Title: Yanmae's Seclusion
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 65%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Just why are they being kept separate, and just what is she like? Yanmae is the half-sister of Kiralo's who is closest to his age, and perhaps it is a mere curiosity, but he does want to meet her at some point.

Title: Letters to distant relatives
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 80%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Sne out letters to Meilin, the widower of Kuojah's second daughter, and to her daughter, in Rerin, a place that Kiralo is not yet fully familiar with.

Title: Family Affairs
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 70%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The oldest daughter, Aia, and her children and her family are of some import, and more than that, they might be a close tie that could be used. It all depends on where they stand, but they need someone to stand with them if Kuojah dies, because without him they are nothing. Kiralo understands that, being in the same boat.


Title: A Confused Code
Dice Rolled: Intrigue
Chance of Success: 55%
Time: 2 turns
Text: Arimi's strange pidgin Anlan-Bueli-Csiritan-Southlander is hard to understand when he switches into it, and seems to share the grammatical composition of absolutely none of them. That could make it a surprisingly useful language if one wanted to convey coded messages, since Arimi doesn't switch into it often, and the odds of anyone being able to work it out are actually somewhat slim, and the odds of anyone taking the time to do so are even slimmer. It'd take some studying and work, though.


Title: The Cook Knows
Dice Rolled: Intrigue
Chance of Success: 60%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: When one is a man's cook, they learn something. In fact, they learn a lot, and they know a lot of people. Hieng owes Kiralo, and with a little convincing, probably he could spill a few secrets, potentially even useful ones, and talk to some of his old friends. Servants like him, but ones who might at least push a little bit of gossip his way.

Title: The Music Men
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 75%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: In every court Kiralo has known the musicians and entertainers, if not itinerant (and they couldn't be in such a large and powerful court, or at least not many) have their own culture, and their own standards. In a court that is obsessed with ritual and beauty, knowing these musicians could prove useful in the future...and at the very least would make it easier to snag a few if and when he had a need for them.

Title: Dancers in the Dusk
Dice Rolled: Intrigue
Chance of Success: 60%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: Dancers hear a lot, and what they hear they can pass on. Kiralo would avoid pressuring Han in this regard, especially considering just where some of this information comes from, but like servants, the dancers and entertainers of the court see far more than they say.

Title:A Miracle. With Knives.
Dice Rolled: Martial
Chance of Success: 50%
Time: 2 turns
Text: Xialon, the knife juggler, was actually surprisingly impressive. And there were signs, here and there, that he...knew how to use those knives for more than just juggling, and knew a few very useful spirits. The two biggest dangers are that it would be too expensive, considering Kiralo's father is somewhat skeptical of his spending, and that Xialon would refuse. The training too difficult? Kiralo is a Rassit, surely it can't be that hard.


Title: The Opener of Letters
Dice Rolled: Intrigue
Chance of Success: 60%
Time: 2 Turns
Text: Perhaps a courier or two could be convinced to sometimes tell tidbits of the information they are transferring. It is not likely that they will provide huge levels of details, not on the budget Kiralo currently has, strained as he is by his father's careful management of his money, but a few details at the right time could begin to reveal some of what the webs of messages outwards say and mean.

Title: Gossip of Servants
Dice Rolled: Intrigue
Chance of success: 55%
Time: 2 Turns.
Text: Kiralo is not in any way a spymaster, but he knows the ways of servants and secrecy at least well enough that he could attempt to create a network of servants who share gossip with him and pick up the juiciest tidbits from their employer's rooms. They wouldn't be anything like a full spy network, and will be unwilling to risk all that much, but it could still be very, very helpful.


Title: Judge Not
Dice Rolled: Stewardship
Chance of Success: 70%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The Ten Judges are mysterious beings, whose judgements and whose worship are both central to Csiritan religion and yet their own mysterious side-path. Speaking with the Judge-Priests of the Court might help Kiralo understand them more, and their own influence on matters of morality is very strong in the heart of the court, where life, death, and what comes after are so important. As well, they might possess some knowledge gleaned from the previous Emperor's funeral, which they would have helped preside over.

Title: At Beating Hearts
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 80%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The monastery at the very heart of the empire is a holy place, and many wish to visit it. Some are allowed the privilege, and some who go learn something more both about magic and faith itself. Oh to talk to Spirits that have seen the passing of two-hundred years as if in the blink of an eye, and talk to the holy men of that blessed place. It would be an important religious experience, and one that Kiralo would be loathe to miss.


Title: Eunuchs!
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of success: 65%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: The Eunuchs of the Imperial Court are the servants and officials that nobody notices, at least until they rise to power and prominence. In earlier eras they were far more powerful than they are now, and far more united, but the Head Eunuch is still a middle-high ranking member of the taxation bureaucracy, and an ally of Kiralo's father, so making his acquaintance would be one way to build on his ability to influence the government.


Title: Doctor, Doctor...
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of success: 70%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The doctors that treated the Emperor are still alive despite his death. Kiralo could talk to them about the previous Emperor, and see if there are any hints there as to how his death had gone down, and whether there is any chance it could be a result of foul play



Title: Perhaps A Wrong Foot?
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 40%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: Kiralo has made a number of enemies that he can't afford. More than that, he's not impressed certain very important people who might be the key to gaining acceptance in the poet community. The balancing act is to find the line between abasement and pride, between winning their respect and proving that he was not worthy of their respect.

Title: Outcasts in the Society
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy.
Chance of Success: 55%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: There are poets who are known to be part of still more obscure schools. People who often challenge the normal forms, and for it win a little fame, but none of the prominence that more traditional poets gain. One way to gain a path towards power would be to be a patron of one of them, learn more about them and see just how much of their style fits with his own. Kiralo could then lead them to greater prominence, with the ultimate prize of course being the position of Poetry Tutor.

Title: The Hero Stands Alone?
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: ???
Time: 2 Turns.
Text: May vipers devour their bodies! They are proud, and they think they know what poetry is. But Kiralo was trained in the hard south, where poetry was a way of life just as much as in the north. Kiralo could write and write, could release poems like arrows shot on the wing against the enemy. Send them to rout. He doesn't need a school, he doesn't need 'allies.' When he is a prominent and important poet, others will flock to ape his style. And among those who do, there could perhaps be a friend or ally who could become the Poetry Tutor.

Title: An Unfinished Play
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of success: ???
Time: 2 Turns.
Text: Kiralo has a play that has yet to be finished, a classic Southlands house-drama of a sort that he had begun to practice writing, having made two of them in the previous year and each a clear improvement over the last (the first being quite dreadful). He could continue his work on this, a link to the Southlands he has left behind. An impressive play can often be a very good way to make a mark among the right sort of community...such as the poets.


Title: Local Spirits
Dice Rolled: Magic
Chance of success: 60%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: There are many local spirits whose names and nature Kiralo does not know, and whose parallels he doesn't understand. He could attempt to give himself a crash course in the matter, for future reference and knowledge.

Title: Academy Days
Dice Rolled: Magic+Diplomacy
Chance of success: 70%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The Imperial Magical Academy is located in Csrae as well, though it is outside of the Palace City for reasons both moral, political, and practical. A visit could be made to ascertain their situation and whether there is any aid and friendship to come from this quarters. It is also a prerequisite for any number of actions involving the academy in the future.


Title: Money in the City
Dice Rolled: Stewardship and Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 65%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: As nobles and bureaucrats are to the Imperial City, so are merchants and petty officials to Csrae the city. The important men that are behind most of the power in Csrae the city are men whose opinion matters, not least of which because the relationship with the Imperial City is highly symbiotic. Through Yonu, Kiralo has a chance to get to know them. Shake the tree, and see what comes out.

Title: Guards, Guards
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 60%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The city guards take care of both crime and any civil disorder. When the people riot, or criminals attempt to hurt the profits of merchants, or in any case where authority in the city needs a strong arm, the city guards are there, and on the few occasions in which the city has been under siege, they have been important...one way or another, for more than once has the Csrae City Guard been bribed to open the gates for a man who will soon be Emperor, pushing past the last beleaguered defenses of a fool. It has happened...and it might happen again. History rhymes, and sometimes paying attention to the words matters. Kiralo can learn a bit more about them and their concerns, and see where it goes from there.




Title: Secrets and Lies in the Viper Court
Dice Rolled: Intrigue
Chance of Success: 50%
Time:
Text: Kiralo could try, as carefully as possible, to learn about the Department of Secrets. Not being acknowledged to exist makes it difficult, but he could at least gather a few rumors and try to understand just what, if anything, was going on with them. What were their plans, and what were their ideas? Was it folly to work with them, or was it

Title: The Old Emperor's Men
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 75%
Time:
Text: The Old Emperor had men of his age who shared in his fate and in his glory, and yet not in his death. They know the character of the Old Emperor, perhaps, and maybe in their cups they could reveal the old battle lines of the court, and thus cast light on how and why the situation has turned into what it is.

Title: The New Emperor's Boys...Part 1
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 55%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Perhaps an Emperor should have companions? The next generation would need to step up, and then only in very controlled and precise ways, but in theory boy Emperors of the past have, for their short and often truncated reign, indeed had young playmates. Figuring out just who is being proposed and what the odds are of Kuojah accepting outside influence of that kinda is the first step to perhaps building influence towards the Emperor for other people. After all, access is itself a form of power, and a very potent one at that.

Influence=1 (Father's reflected glory)+1 (Alms Success)

Title: Hired Bows
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy (Primary), Martial (Secondary)
Chance of success: 15%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Attempt to get permission for the Wind-Dancers to come into the empire as hired mercenaries employed by the state. This would mean they'd be partially out of Kiralo's control, or that he'd be classified as the head of these mercenaries, which might significantly change his position at the court, and not necessarily for the better...but it's easier than the alternative.

Title: Household Retainers
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy (primary), Martial (Secondary)
Chance of success: 11%
Time: 2 turns.
Text: Kiralo could also try to get the Wind-Dancers declared 'Household retainers' and thus under his supervision and control and not that of the state, except that of course he would loan their services to the Empire. A neater solution, but rather more difficult and unlikely.


Title: At the corner of Empire.
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of success: 65%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Hari-Bueli is a far-off province, and the governor has his own concerns. There have been rumors that Bueli has been raiding extensively, perhaps Kiralo could establish contact with him to learn more.

Title: Where Spirits Nest
Dice Rolled: Magic
Chance of Success: 65%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Nestirin is a land rich in spiritual potential, as well as more than a little power. While not as well placed and wealthy as their neighbors Basrat, their magic-users and spirits all make it a very important place, especially if war comes knocking. Basrat, after all, is where the Prince is, waiting and waiting still as fall turns to winter.

Title: Mountains and Forests
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 70%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Rerin is a heavily mountainous province whose forests are said to contain much of wonder and more of terror. Bordering more than a few provinces, with its governor sick and its succession in doubt, it might be far more important than one might think at first. Yet the opening gambit to talk to them is simple: a letter of concern and hopes for improvement to the Governor, and then see just what turns up.

Title: An Old Seat of Empire
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 60%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Once, Xissand was the seat of a rival Empire, formed in the breakup, classic history says, that followed the Fourth Emperor and led to the age of darkness in which the Emperor was forgotten. It has long since been conquered, its heretics purged, or at least as purged as any being on the planet, and it has long been loyal and fully Csiritan, lacking much of the blood (though there is some) of Xissand. Yet there are still many ruins that to this day remain guarded by powerful spirits or more powerful superstitions, or are hidden far away beneath rivers and within the craggy hills of West-Xissand.

Title: Between South and North
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of success: 75%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: Hari-Su is a province composed of people of both Southlands and 'Csiritan' stock, a place that is of some interests both to Kiralo and to those who have interests back in the land where he was born. He could discreetly inquire as to the news and events of Hari-Su, and send a polite letter to their governor, in an attempt to open up dialogue.

Title: Farthest North
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of success: 70%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Hari-Nat is the province that borders the vast and barely passable in the best of times mountains of the far north. It is often the province that stands out of the way of the major conflicts, waiting and seeing what happens, not strong enough to ever declare independence as some have during times of conflict, but not so weak as to be conquered and subjugated. Even its people are a little different, altered by the cold and harsh climate. Investigate into them more fully.




Title: A Stirring in the South, Part 1
Dice Rolled: Intrigue and Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 60%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: Messages can be sent, thoughts can be had, on just what to do about the matter of Hari-Su and the Southlands. Their loyalty is neither sure nor unsure at this point, and more than that, figuring it out will be difficult, to say the least. But collusion with the Southlands, as long as it is not found out, has its own advantages in these matters.


Title: People of the Sea
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy and Learning
Chance of Success: 55%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The Sea-People did Csirit an uncertain good when they helped Hari-Os, but it is a good that might be appreciated. Often regarded as both less bad and worse than the normal barbarians, the Sea People are those who have done what is pure heresy, made strange mystical congress with the spirits of the sea, and so many of them are not entirely human in appearance or even outlook, and in addition to the Islands that house the large majority of their population, they are said to have underwater cities where those 'too far gone' rest. Of course, many things are said and only some are known, but Kiralo has seen men with gills or strange colored skin, or webbed toes or hands, and even the most 'normal' of the Sea People has a tie to the ocean and water far greater than even the most experienced Southlander sailor. Learning more about them, and perhaps cautiously contacting them, could be useful.

Title: Supplicants
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of success: 7%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: Begin the long bureaucratic process of opening up the distant possibility of perhaps having court ambassadors. At this stage, it's making the argument that other local powers should be allowed to send a train of supplicants to give and exchange gifts with Csirit, whom they would acknowledge as the center of the world and the greatest power that has ever lived, paying homage as their inferior status makes the only right action and the only just thing. It would be a first step on the road to slowly opening up Csirit, even if it would be fraught with perils on both sides of the negotiation: both the chance of offense and the chance of rejection are high, though the odds might grow better with events.


Title: I have a List
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 65%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The Governor of Irit has very carefully not made certain claims about the corruption and complicity of certain nobles in Irit in the chaos that is now threatening to spill beyond the borders and seriously damage Csirit as a whole. The first step is to compile the list of such figures and try to get him to more fully explain his views...or at least dance around them in a way Kiralo can use.

Title: Put Down
Dice Rolled: Martial, Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 30%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: An army is what is needed to lance the boil of the banditry, but beyond any difficulties with planning the campaign, and the fact that the army hasn't been paid and winter will set in and so it will have to wait months, most likely, is convincing everyone to go along with it. It will be a difficult process at the best of times, and this is far from the best of times, and yet what other option is there?

Title: Fort Up
Dice Rolled: Martial, Stewardship
Chance of Success: 40%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The Governor has requested obliquely that perhaps a few more forts could be paid for and made. This would perhaps allow his troops to fight bandits more effectively, or perhaps it would wind up falling through, but the first step is to unlock the funding and resources to begin this process. Perhaps once he has his feet under him, the Governor and his generals can handle the situation on their own? Perhaps he could even try again despite the failure, though the risks are now far greater if he again pushes and is again rebuffed.


Title: True Lords of the Clipped Coin
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy and Stewardship
Chance of success: 70%
Time: 2 turns
Text: Kiralo knows people who know people. In Hari-Os, they say that the people who truly rule that province worship only money, and he knows bankers who could put pressure on them to learn more about their concerns and any possibility that they might be...backing Prince Jinhai, though it will take time.

Title: The Silver Gong
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy, Martial, and Learning
Chance of Success: 45%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The Silver Gong for conquering generals. It is a risk, but while it might be that the victors of the battle over a month ago were firmly in Prince Jinhai's pocket, and there was also a chance that this effort would end in Kuojah and others refusing to act, especially since they had allied with the hated (and feared) Sea People, even if it was against the even more hated Sea Raiders. But if all worked out, it could be a genuine chance to figure out more about this victory, and also undermine Prince Jinhai's base of support.

*****

A/N: So, here we go, I hope it isn't too short to qualify for the 'OP update alert. Vote by plan, of course.
 
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Turn 4--Results
Turn 4--Results

Winter has cast its silken shroud over the world, and though its hand is not heavy, it is enough to startled Kiralo. The days are shorter than they ever were in the Southlands, this time of year, and snow and ice gets everywhere. Even though his house is internal, nestled in the belly of a building, surrounded on all sides, snow and icy soot contrive to track themselves in, no doubt causing problems for the servants.

He's had an earful from housewives often enough, and servants sometimes as well, though less often, to know just how much work it was to maintain a household. It was times like this, in the belly of the beast, when he remembered his mother.

That, of course, was a lie. The idea that there was just a single moment where Jia drifted into his mind was something a man told himself because while filial piety was always respected, dwelling on the dead was thought to be a waste of time, lest their spirit-forms rise up to comfort those who needed to, by stages, move past death.

But when he walked inside and saw the maids scrubbing the floor, he remembered just how much work it must have been to tend to him. It made him feel cosseted, in his private rooms. Kiralo, for all that he'd never been poor since he'd been a mercenary, not really, wasn't used to the sort of service that rich Csirtans had as a matter of course, though it was not far different than in the Southlands, really.

He thought he'd come to something of an understanding, of course, and he made sure that Arimi and Vedal understood that to take advantage of the servant's vulnerabilities was a mistake they'd not be able to make often.

Of course, he could hardly keep them from frequenting the courtesans, let alone the prostitutes, that clustered in the palace here and there, even on the coldest nights. It wasn't the streets, of course, women walking shiftlessly and exhausted, it was far more ritualized, with specific locations they slept that could be purified and penned off, as if they, those who did not pose as courtesans, were a pollution.

And this certainly was a season of pollution, people staying indoors or going out, all hunting done, his riding reduced to short and brisk trots.

It was cold, and perhaps he was not used to being so confined, as the poems didn't write themselves for the banquets. He wasn't going to abandon going, but he wasn't sure they were his best work, and as he wrapped jacket after jacket over his courtier's clothes, he found they still weren't enough.

At least there were enclosed areas for exercise, something that he never would have believed before coming to the court. Entire buildings that were open to allow training and practice. It was always a little startling to find that yet another desire was fulfilled here, that this palace city seemed not to lack for anything.

It was there that he tested the candidates to be his guards. Arimi and Vedal joined in, and they tried to run through scenarios.

What would they do if two swordsman came at them from different directions? How would they go about telling whether a room was secure.

"Can you ride?" Arimi asked one candidate.

"Not...well," the man admitted, standing there in his armor.

"Then out you get," Arimi said, then paused, running through the words. "That is: get out."

The man turned, outraged, to look at Kiralo, who was nodding thoughtfully.

Certainly, on his budget there was a limit to just how picky he could be, but he wanted three skilled guards. They could rotate in shifts, but that meant he'd have to have good, dedicated men. It was strange, thinking of hiring people to watch his back. Arimi and Vedal, and those friends he'd had back with the Wind-Dancer Rassit, had watched his back well enough, but this court could be quite different.

Not that he didn't finally have word back. And what a word it was.

*****

"Dearest Kiralo.

I do hope that the endless pampering and prissiness of the viper court has not slain you, and that if it has not, then the treacherous and base nature of it hasn't taken you out either. I'm writing this quite pleasantly drunk, right smack up near the border.

What am I doing here? Well, what are we doing here, that's the question. It's a long story. First off, the men, well, they seemed quite alright with you being gone, or at least they understood it. I mean, everyone talked about how you were the son of the biggest git in Csirit. That's a rhyme, and I know how you like those."

Kiralo rolled his eyes even just reading it.

"I have begun to learn Csiritan, but I shall not disgrace myself by writing in it, not when you could no doubt pick out all of the flaws and errors. Your father, certainly, has a reputation as a critic of the written word, even this far south, and I have now had the no-doubt-great pleasure to read several works by him.

He is a blowhard, though he seems charismatic even from a distance.

Either way, why are we here? We received an offer to deal with a problem of bandits on the border, slipping from one side to the other with impunity, and with ties to be Arnaris and various little pisspot Csiritan cities. It was a proper contract, too, for a rather rich sum. It seems that somehow the idea was spread around by someone, probably a gloriously handsome man with impeccable taste, that your absence was not a sign of abandonment, but rather proof that soon the Wind-Dancer Rassit would soon have even greater power and influence.

So we wound up on the border, hunting bandits. And do you know what? That special unit you spent so long preparing has turned out brilliantly. It's so popular I've thought about expanding it, and we've recruited about a dozen new riders so far, while losing only one or two to sickness or the call of the cities. I was thinking of expanding the elite scouts and training more of our officers in Csiritan.

As it is, just a week and a half ago, we captured a famous Csiritan bandit who was fleeing across the border. The man was of little import, in my mind. He didn't even put up a good fight, and seemed surprised that we could so easily track him, as if his spirits were enough to fool the keen senses of a Rassit.

Speaking of keen, I have been speaking with some of the commanders of the border forts, and it seems as if there is something going down there. The commanders are quick to complain that they have been denied the glory that others are seeking, for it seems as if the Governor, under the influence and pressure of the leading nobles, is taking charge to wipe out major bandit strongholds that had previously been unassailed.

Notably, all along the line there's been talk of the ruined fortresses, and the bandits hiding in old battlefields. Hari-Su's been creeping up right to the border, as always. Fake borders, you know?

You can't cage the wind, you can't hold a Rassit, and if you draw a line on the map, nobody who lives there will care unless you put a fort down and regularly patrol it.

So, we might have even slipped over the line and back again a few times in doing our duty, and by now I think they're starting to trust us. Certainly, they weren't doing much with their winter.

I think I could convince them to put in a good word for us, if you were making a run to try to get us in. Either way, take your time. We're enjoying ourselves. I've had the run of merchants' bored wives and even more bored daughters, and the back and forth is quite remarkable.

From town to city to wilderness, and a fight every few weeks, more than you'd expect, and a lot of time spent driving the bandits like they're nothing more than cattle.

With greatest regard, and hopes that you're having as much fun as I am,

Kueli.

*****
Hari-Su certainly was a mystery, but Kueli's letter and another letter he received helped to give it context.

Hari-Su was preparing for war. But this didn't mean it knew where it would stand, or where the dice would fall. In fact, the more Kiralo looked at the situation, the more he understood that, like Hari-Nat, they were faced with a set of choices where there was not an obvious solution.

If war came, Basrat would stand with Prince Jinhai, and unless something was done soon, Hari-Os would also fall easily into his lap.

So long as Irit was capable, they would stand with the Emperor, as would Csrae for obvious reasons.

And others were influenced in their decision by distance or closeness. Even Hari-Bueli was more bound into its past.

But Hari-Su? With the borders safe and growing safer by the minute, they had decisions to make, but in the civil war they could stand with either side easily. If war it was, they'd be vital for striking a blow against Hari-Os, if they were on the side of the Emperor.

As to their borders? There was a debate raging. Should they build more forts and maintain them to tamp down on any and all cross-movement and bandit activities, especially since those involved people of Southland blood or origin, people who couldn't be trusted as citizens of the state. There were degrees, of course, and there was no way to bar anyone with Southland blood, but Hari-Su was a place where it paid to be noticeably Csirit, not merely in appearance--though that helped--but in acts as well.

Like every land on every border, it was two-faced, and that was always a source of both derision and worry, of strength and complexity.

Build forts, or open up borders? And Hari-Su was, the Governor hinted, going through some level of economic crisis. The lords of the long manors, as they were called, were failing and after a century of increasing irrelevance, the Governor was driving for greater authority, greater power over his province.

But he was opposed on two sides. First, by those who wished for the Imperial Throne to have more power in these matters. There was always the desire to spread the bureaucracy as far and wide as possible, to attempt to in some way grasp the reins of the empire rather than merely trusting that others will steer their horses to your command.

Kuojah's daughter, Song, of course supported this line of reasoning, and they were joined by those who wished for the local nobility to have more of a say. The notables were in a way after the same thing, and it made sense that they stood together.

After all, what the imperial seat feared most of all was, even more than a lack of control, a strength of control in others.

If there was one Emperor and a thousand feuding minor nobles, that was better than one Emperor and ten or eleven different men who each might call themselves King and rebel or overthrow his power at their own whim.

The stances all varied. It was something Kiralo understood, ambiguity. What was best for the people in this case? Who knew? What was best for the crown? It depended. What was best for any one group was not only murky and clouded, it was positively invisible.

Each group was acting to ensure that its power and prestige were as protected as could be, and that meant, he thought as he leaned over the writing desk and wrote a simple, noncommittal reply to Song, that he'd have to take his position carefully.

But if war was coming, if Hari-Su was preparing for it, what mattered was which way they jumped.

And Kiralo had learned far more about the state of the army than he'd ever thought he would. It was a separate concern, and yet intimately linked, because what little and very inadequate cavalry the Csiritan army had all came from Hari-Su, and Hari-Su's own army was rather heavier on cavalry than any other army, even Hari-Bueli's.

If war came, whichever side could sway Hari-Su would have an undeniable cavalry advantage. There were generals who could laugh that off. After all, weren't the Tarnarins ultimately beaten by crossbows? Sometimes, in some cases, but cavalry were the eyes and ears of any campaign, and the fast sweeping blows that brushed aside obstacles.

He was a cavalry general, and if his pride told him that nothing could be Southland cavalry, that even the best of Hari-Su were probably barely competent, that wouldn't matter when the only people facing them were even worse horsemen.

It galled him, to think that he'd neglected that element, and the more he thought about just how much work would have to be done to get the army ready if there really was a war, the more he realized that even as he worked and carefully bent over the desk and tried to avert war, he needed to be ready for it.

And there was a lot to be ready for.

******

Snow fell, and in loud banquets he thought, his mind on a thousand other things. They were long banquets, and so there was a lot of time for thought. He needed to gain power and prove himself, and yet at the same time, there was only so much he could do in the winter.

But do it he did.

The letter from that old fraud certainly tickled the back of his brain as he went walking in the now quiet and peaceful gardens. The lakes were frozen over, but he repeated the old man's words in his head again and again, puzzling through them.

'I think, if you're not too busy writing that dreadful noise you call poetry, that you might listen to what I have to say. The Southlands has changed greatly already. Peace has brought prosperity, and prosperity means there are a lot of Tarnarins and Rassit sitting around with nothing to do. I've heard that your rag-tag force of third-rate bunglers, as my Prince called you right before you won a great victory, is doing well, though don't ask me how or what. Violence is the wrong solution to most problems.

Except critics, and I'm too old to chase people who hate my verse around with my cane. I couldn't club them all down if I wanted to, though I have had a number of very interesting discussions with a granddaughter of mine. I might yet be a great-grandfather before the Great Spirits bear me off to their realms.

No, don't argue with me about it. Either way, there are a lot of mercenaries down south, and they don't have anything to do. But at the same time, there's nowhere for them to go except farther south. They're bottled and that means hard times for them unless they can find a niche.

But I've seen men going among them, or heard stories.

Someone wrote a poem about it. Pale, yellow-skinned Csiritan-looking officials talking to anyone and everyone.

It was a very bad poem, but he was also a very dumb young man.

However, the thing to note is that these people are quite secretive, and the second thing to note is that they are rich.

Rich and secretive buys quite a few tongues wagging...and also wins quite a few tongues to be silent.

I do not know what nonsense is going on.

But I would advise you to have better gossip in the future, what you said was…"

It was a long letter, many thousands upon thousands of words of carefully written Southlandish.

But that little passage was the one that got Kiralo to thinking.

If that was Prince Jinhai, then...then.

It was the start of a thought without an end, but it was a thought that might yet be useful.


*****

Meanwhile, the Governor of Irit was proving to be even cagier and more careful than the Governor of Hari-Su, who perhaps saw certain opportunities in explaining himself.

And more than that, attempting to control Kiralo.

His descriptions of the suffering that was being felt in Irit might have been more effective if Kiralo had not already heard the stories in the words of people who were clearly far more sympathetic, far more connected than the misery. There had been villages on the verge of starvation, reduced to eating nettles and grass, who had been saved by a sudden arrival of alms.

At that point, Kiralo didn't care that plenty of the villagers were probably also bandits.

He knew the way it worked.

Bandits weren't vicious outsiders, at least not unless they were in the employ of a lord, they were your neighbors and friends, preying on, you liked to think, outsiders. Plenty of the bandits 'merely' robbed traders or anyone from another village, and then went back to their own village to lord it over everyone else. The richest and best off of them, but not the enemy of the village.

It wasn't as simple as merely driving them off, then.

After all, Kiralo decided as he lay in his bed and thought, if all of the villages and towns and even cities (though there were precious few that weren't under severe strain, and those cities would be the biggest source of any support) completely rejected the bandits, they would wither on the vine. Everywhere.

But banditry was part of how one survived.

Except, Kiralo thought looking at the letter, when it was a tool, a weapon in the hands of ambitious lords looking for an advantage.

Each lord knew that bandits could steal the taxes and drive merchants away from an area, and there were always greviances, always reasons to be angry at one lord or another. And so a bandit might rise in 'protest' of one lord's misrule on the cash of another, and the coins would flow and flow until the problem grew out of control.

What Kiralo suspected that the Governor didn't understand, though, is that peasants weren't stupid. They'd know they were being used, and while some of the lords might still be riding the tiger, the bandits weren't going to go away merely by removing the lords. But without the lord's interfering, then perhaps they wouldn't be so well-armed, and they wouldn't have so much shelter.

The names were extensive, but one thing that Kiralo was able to tell right from the start when he looked at the map was that some of them couldn't be behind the bandits, or at least, they can't have been key figures.

The Governor had sent him a list of enemies, and while there was seemingly damning evidence for all of them, at least some of them were guilty of no more than being his political enemy. Others were clearly guilty of far more, and there was at least one lord, the Lord of Ashio Pass, who seemed to have gone so far beyond the others in perfidy.

He was not responding to the letters the Governor was sending, not even to protest his innocence or feign ignorance as to how exactly their lands had slipped so entirely beyond their control. All of South Irit was riding a tiger or swallowed up underneath the waves, and here he was, completely disappeared, and yet there was word that had placed him and his honor guard, including several wizards, at some of the bandit hideouts.

Because of course they had talked, and of course they had gathered together, and what had started as a method of noble infighting had turned into something that was edging up towards an uprising of some kind.

Was, in many ways, already an uprising, except for the lack of goal, the lack of purpose. They weren't coming to burn the manors and the castles and destroy the records of the taxes they were owed, they weren't declaring a religious revival…

But all it'd take is a single mistake, a slip on the ice, and Irit would fall into complete chaos.

The alms were holding it off, drawing out some of the poison, but this list of names...whichever of them was actually guilty, it could do more than that. Yet every step forward seemed to indicate that if the problem got any worse, then it would take major military intervention to solve...intervention in a time when war was looming.

What a mess.

*****

"I did what was proper," the old man said. Oshi's room was quite lavish, and there were several side-rooms as well. On the table was a book of astrology. A useful thing for a doctor to know, in order to take star signs. Of course, in the South doctors preferred to cast omens into the fire, but Csiritan doctors swore by astrology and rolling the knucklebones of an ass as the most proper method to know the signs without examining the body, which of course would also give pressure points and its own fortune.

The body, as everyone including Kiralo knew, gave its own signs of its demise or wellness, hidden where only the careful and spirit-touched could truly divine them.

"I am not questioning that," Kiralo said, shifting from where he sat, looking at the doctor. The most important of the Imperially licensed doctors. A pious man who knew the proper prayers to ask the Gods for aid in his surgery and examination. Said to be a learned man, who had written several well-received papers on lung diseases, the casting of bone fortunes for those born under certain signs that were often regarded as inauspicious and, notably, a rather controversial discourse on women's health.

It was a subject usually reserved for wise-women or at least midwives. An interesting figure, and one secure enough in his position that he could stir up trouble and then sit back and watch what happened. And yet now he was being as proper and controlled as possible.

"Then why are you talking to me, Cs-Kiralo?"

"I am curious," Kiralo said, "About the old Emperor. You treated him, correct?"

"He was the man I treated most, yes." The old man reached down to brush the book aside and then from under the table he drew a pipe and began to fumble with it, eyes hard and flinty, looking at Kiralo as if daring him to accuse the doctor of neglect or some failure.

"How did he die?"

"He fell. Stumbled, and hit his head. There was bleeding into his head, and his essence seemed changed, the spirits could feel it. He was gone, was the problem."

Kiralo nodded. Sometimes a soul and mind died before the body did. When that happened, there wasn't much you could do. "There was no chance of surgery, I assume?"

"No. And the omens were not reading well in any case. The signs of the lines of his hand when he was laying there matched up to the star charts. Eight of the Ten Judges."

Kiralo let out a breath. That was pretty conclusive proof, the sort of evidence that would clearly absolve the doctor of any and all guilt for failing to save an Emperor. At least, the guilt that would lead to his execution for failure.

His career, if it was not already so close to over, was probably ruined, but it wouldn't effect the old man, not really, and he knew it.

Kiralo thought about it, sitting there drinking tea as the old man began to smoke, but the more questions he asked, the more he realized that Oshi wasn't the right person to talk to at all.

If one wanted to know about the state of the whole army, then the five commanders were a decent start, but they didn't personally work out the logistics and provisions, they didn't do more than oversee certain things.

Just like the head doctor.

So Kiralo searched for the man who had overseen the daily care of the Emperor, far lower in the political water.

It was on the third floor of a batch lot of rooms for various hanger-ons, and there was a baby crying in the other room.

Hisao's, Kiralo supposed. The man was a quarter sea-raider, married (not auspicious in a doctor of such high standing) and so of course he had a child.

Hisao was glaring in the direction of the room, and the spirits around him had gotten up and moved towards the other room, through the sliding door. One looked like a bluish fish without eyes, and another was merely the suggestion of green, of life itself, a third a verdant flowering plant clinging to the side of the room, shimmering and shifting into other shapes. And there were dozens more.

He was spirit-haunted, as they sometimes called untrained but skilled masters of spirit-lore.

"I am sorry for any imposition that she has made, Cs-Kiralo," Hisao said, bowing deeply, all but prostrating himself, "My wife cannot quiet her. I shall, I can--"

He trailed off. He was prominent and important, yes, but from the asking around Kiralo had done, the man was inexperienced, young for his position, barely thirty.

"You need not worry, Hisao. I merely wish to talk to you on something. You treated the Emperor, did he not, from day to day?"

"I-I did."

"Did he ride often?" Kiralo asked.

"Yes, he did. At least twice a week."

"How often did you have to treat him for riding injuries?"

Hisao hesitated, and Kiralo understood where the difficulty was. So he talked to the other man a little about medicine, and his past. Tried to ease him up and then moved slowly back towards the topic at hand.

"So I've been part of a mercenary company for a long time, and cavalry at that. So I know that all sorts of injuries can be had, even with an experienced rider," Kiralo said, finally returning where he started.

Hisao had drank a little rice wine and the baby had calmed down, and so finally he was ready to answer. "Not often. He was...well, I don't know what he was like as a rider, though I am sure it was excellent for he was the Emperor, but...well, not often. I think he knew his own skill and acted in accordance with it, as the philosophers say."

An older man, or one more a scholar, would of course have cited sources no doubt, rather than falling back on the general understanding. Kiralo was not a scholar as his father was, but he'd remembered reading that at some point. It had seemed good advice in general.

"Did he ever get saddle sores? That sort of thing?"

Hisao grunted, "Yes. And constipation and do you really want to start in on the history of a man's bowels? It is hardly a fitting subject for such an important man as you."

"But never a hard fall?"

"Never before. It only takes one."

Kiralo mused on this point and asked, "Was there anything different? Had he been drinking?"

"He had. His blood was all but soaked in the stuff. Dead drunk." Hisao paused and said, 'Not that there is anything, I mean--"

"You don't need to worry," Kiralo insisted, again. "Did he drink often?"

"I wouldn't know," the doctor said, and then he stood up, "Cs-Kiralo, I was not his minder, I was his doctor."

"Did he come to you often for hangover treatments?"

"No, but he's an Emperor. There are spirits that can ease that, and there were other doctors and men who had such skills. I assume he dealt with it himself."

Kiralo nodded, but something stuck out to him. "Did he ever seem drunk when he was--"

"You are speaking of the dead," Hisao said, "I cannot say more than I have said. He was white and he was dead, and now he is passed on and the Ten will no doubt judge him a great emperor and a great man. And we're left to deal as we can with his demise."

"You fear for your job?"

"The new Emperor is a youth, and my daughter aside, and probably not even that, I know nothing either about handling or treating a child." The spirts bunched up, though one or two defied his will and swarmed over Kiralo, curiously, as Kiralo muttered names that might have meaning to them.

"I understand."

"Do you? You're Cs-Kuojah's son. Whatever estrangement you have, you're far more secure than I'll ever be."

Then the man paused, hand over his mouth, horrified.

But Kiralo merely shook his head as one of the spirits whistled out a strange, unearthly tune.

*****

The boy was glaring at him defiantly, and then when he saw that wasn't working, he turned away. Kiralo was a little baffled by this sequence of events. He'd been meeting with or hearing about a lot of children in the past month, when he wasn't deep in the bowels of the military bureaucracy.

Dai'so had, of course, had companions. Any young prince would, and his sisters had had girls around them as well, no doubt. But ever since his father's death, while he had been surrounded by people, they were adults. Officials, functionaries, servants.

His isolation from children his own age was meant to be a sign of the austere dignity of his position, and, Kiralo assumed, meant to stop there from being quite so many distractions and competing voices as Kuojah tried to shape the perfect Emperor.

But the nobles and bureaucrats of the court were eager to reinstate these ties and bonds. Not that, of course, the boys were exactly part of the scheming. They weren't going to ply the Emperor with policies, since they were boys within a year or two of his age.

The boy in front of him somehow had contrived to look slightly scruffy despite wearing formal robes. Kiralo had said that he could talk to Kuojah on the matter, and at once it had opened all sorts of doors, and so everyone wanted access, and at least for the moment they believed he could grant it.

The boy looked quite charming in purple and grey, perhaps the colors of his house, but he was also clearly not someone who wore robes all the time. His hair was done up in braids that were proper for a boy his age, yet the way he fidgeted seemed to suggest he was used to having his hair loose.

He was the son of a Hirand noble of moderate prominence, and his brother was here to supervise him. "Le, look at Cs-Kiralo when he speaks to you."

"Why?" Le asked, and then he crossed his arms, "He's just an Ainin or whatever. Just like Old Man Jerkhead."

Kiralo blinked. Well, that was certainly a new name for him, and Kiralo smiled and said, "I won't be making you memorize and recite any passages of holy teaching, Le."

"That doesn't matter," Le said, hiding his hands in his sleeves as he looked over at his hapless brother. "I don't wanna talk to you."

"Why not?" Kiralo asked.

"'Cause," the seven year old boy said, sticking out his tongue.

"Cause why?" Kiralo leaned down a little. It wasn't exactly something he had a lot of training with, dealing with kids, but he had at least not given off a bad impression, before.

"Cause you took Prince Dice away."

"Prince...Dice," Kiralo said, and then thought, "Emperor Dai'so?"

"That's what I said. Dice." The boy crossed his arms. "Give him back."

"Give him...back?" Kiralo asked, then he added, "I was not there when the decision was made to isolate him."

"I haven't seen him since last summer. What if he betrayed all my secrets like he was Yiying?" Le asked, then turned his head away and said, "I mean, not that he would, he's Emperor, but…"

Yiying was the best friend and fellow hero in one of the ancient stories of the first conquest, who betrayed his Kingdom for the friendship of Xissand and was struck down in glorious battle. It was quite the epic, if something bordering on heresy, and exactly the sort of action-packed poem which young boys were wont to like.

Kiralo had certainly loved hearing the stories again and again. "I understand," Kiralo said, thinking of his own friends.

"You...what?" Le asked.

Kiralo smiled and realized that there was at least one person that would be looking forward to seeing Emperor Dai'so again, unless it was an act.

*****

The Emperor initiated the ceremonies, and some of the major feasts, with a drinking of the small glass of rice wine, heavily watered, and the traditional words of greeting, and yet it wasn't the banquets that Kiralo was focusing on. The sound and sight of crowds hurrying and scurrying this way and that, of endless food before him only made him think of the work he had ahead. He'd been talking and talking all month long, and more than that he'd been gathering together evidence and looking deep into a system that was endlessly complex and undoubtedly flawed.

For all that he'd spent the month talking, he felt even more than that that he'd spent the month reading.

******

The logistics system of the army was complex and still in progress, but it seemed as if it would function reasonably well for gathering the core army and Csrae and Irit without any more strain than any army would put on the area. But beyond the bounds of the roads, they'd have to either forage or rely on a long supply train.

More than that, it was quite evident that there was corruption and inefficiency on the logistics side, and the soldiers themselves, while quite grateful for the rations and well aware of who they had to thank for that, were clearly under-trained. And this was the core, not the periphery. There was no reason that they should be so inexperienced.

Their loyalty, at least, was quite clear, and his constant movement had endeared Kiralo with many, or at least convinced them that Kiralo was not a tyro, that he knew how to deal with the army. But the growing list of contacts didn't change the fact that the more he learned, the more Kiralo was frustrated.

The army clearly could be better, and there was not time to effect major change, even if he wasn't done with his examination of the system. Knowing it would let him use it as a tool to best effect if there was a war, but the sort of large-scale reforms required to create the kind of army he would have wished to have if there was going to be civil war...would take far too long.

The loyalty of the soldiers was the best news he had, because that meant there was something to build on. More complex was their loyalty to the upper generals, the five heads of the council. When tested, where would they stand? Well, Kiralo got the impression that it was best not to test things.

By the end of the month, the impression he'd gotten was that there was a lot he had yet to learn, but that the situation might be able to be managed...even if it couldn't be controlled.

Of course, the arrival of the delegation, rather late and rather too impudent, even bold, changed that at least a little.

To be continued in Interlude: Chira Fallen

*****
The Letter 1: Kueli
How are the Wind-Dancers doing?:
1d100=100+1d100=198+1d100=260.

Effect: Oh. Well.

The Letter 2: A Poet Friend
Rolled: 45

Effect: Average results.

Every Special Little Snowflake
Need: 40, Rolled: 1d100+14=39, bare failure, probably won't have any negative consequences, actually. But it is a lost opportunity.

Doctor, Doctor…
Need: 30, Rolled: 1d100+7=93

Effect: Gained new options:

To Protect…
Need: 17, Rolled: 1d100+11=57


Effect: Gain bodyguards.


A Survey of Military Preparedness x 2
Need: ???, Rolled: 1d100+15=109, 42 (Reasonably strong success)

Effect: Good progress, now know more about general logistics situation, training situation. Will gain a 'Imperial Army' screen/data-sheet on the front-page next turn barring a pretty bad failure.


Building the Case, Part 1: I'm Good Enough
Need: 35, Rolled: 1d100+15=47, success, nothing special.

Effect: +15% to the odds of 'Envoy of War' action.

Rationed Off
Need: 40, Rolled: 1d100+11=74, success with a few little bonuses.

Effect: Council of Generals position weakened, gain new options.

The New Emperor's Boys...Part 1 x 2
Need: 45, Rolled: 1d100+12=63, 71. 71. success with a few frills.

Effect: Going pretty well.

Between South and North
Need: 25, Rolled: 1d100+12+5 (Letter to Hari-Su)+5 (Kueli's Letter)=78

Effect: Gained options:

I have a List
Need: 35, Rolled: 1d100+12=92, several degrees of success.

Effect: New options, bonus to 'Checking it Twice.'

Continued Alms: 29, reroll because of success last time...Natural 100+1d100=182

A/N: So, here we go!
 
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Turn 4--Chira Fallen
Turn 4--Chira Fallen

The party stood there in the audience chamber, and over half of them were dressed in armor. Hard, black, ceremonial, and yet the ceremony was one of war. They weren't armed, of course, that would not have been allowed, but the delegation stood like a defiant war party, and the middle-aged man in the center, his hair loose and flowing, looked as if he were about to hurl down words like ballista bolts against the coddled palace.

It was all an act, but it was an act that everyone waited to see. Kiralo was kneeling amid a group of scholars he'd been attempting to convince of the merits of a certain reading. The old man's hair was greying, and his eyes were flint as he bowed deeply to the Emperor, a little even beyond what courtesy dictated even without approaching the throne.

The Emperor, Dai'so, was goggling at them from all the way across the throne room. Kiralo could see it, the way the boy was trying to figure out who they were and what they were doing.

"Greetings, wise and glorious Emperor." The old man's voice was high and unwavering, like a single long note of a reed flute drawn out forever, and he said, "As I am sure you are aware, Chira has fallen. I have no doubt that you are already acting to do what is best for the Empire in your infinite wisdom, cultivated so assiduously."

The whole room began to mutter and stare, because even though his tone didn't waver, it was quite clear that it was an insult. An indirect insult to the throne and the youth of the Emperor, to the power of the Imperial Throne to know affairs, for their skill at reacting to what was happening. It was a challenge, and nothing more.

But what Kiralo was focusing on were the words. Chira was a major fort on the border, and if it had fallen, did this mean that it had been raided and razed to the ground? That was a horrible thought, though not so horrible as if it was instead conquered and was now a base for further operations.

He'd seen enough of the maps to know that if Chira had fallen in either sense, then it could only mean disaster. It wasn't the first to fall when there was a major war, it was one of the redoubts that was held onto against all enemies unless hit with overwhelming force.

Force that Bueli should not have had.

"Chira…" an official muttered, and then approached the Emperor on his knees to whisper to him, no doubt telling the Emperor where Chira was.

"This is a grievous piece of news," the Emperor said, and his voice was amplified by a dozen spirits until it seemed to echo across the room, with a weight and force that it didn't have. "We shall do all we can for Hari-Bueli in its...time of need. We hope that you were in no danger."

The Emperor coughed, shifting in his seat and asking, "Why are you dressed as soldiers?"

"There is no danger here, your Imperial Serenity, long may you rule," said the man in the fanciest and darkest armor. The dead itself, that's what the blackness of the armor suggested. The armor of a ghost. "But we dress so to show you that there is danger. That by metaphor and under the sight of the Gods themselves, our people are at war, under assault. The borders that are holy and established by fact and virtue are falling."

"The barbarian is at the gate," the old man said, taking over, "And we ask you, we ask all those here, whether we can stand for this. Whether we can allow such an insult to come from the barberous Bueli, who know neither laws nor decency, who spend their days feuding and their nights engaging in base practices with their livestock."

The Emperor's eyes were wide now, perhaps attempting to imagine just what base practices those were. At most, if Kiralo's own upbringing was any indication, he was vaguely aware of what sex was, and even then only indirectly. Certainly, Kiralo thought, he didn't have animals to watch in order to gain a greater understanding of such matters as a peasant might, and so the look of bafflement on the boy's face was complete.

The bureaucrats began to mutter, both in approval and reproval. Approval at the sentiment, for who (other than Kiralo) didn't know that the Bueli were an inferior people of base habits and no matters. Yet to speak so coarsely?

And yet the young nobles were sniggering behind their sleeves as the old man bowed and said, "We shall not trouble you further today, but we wish to know what will be done, if it pleases your Serenity."

******

Kuojah was able to sit up in bed, but not much more than that. The old man looked ravaged, and yet by the account of the doctors he was improving.

"It's a trap," Kuojah said. "Or rather an attack. The borders, that is a disaster, and yet if we don't act, and Prince Jinhai promises to act, then we shall lose an ally."

Kiralo nodded, "But if we divide up the army even further to deal with the problems we have, we won't be able to stand if Prince Jinhai declares war. And father, war is likely to come. Irit and now Hari-Bueli, it's not going to stop, and it's only going to give Prince Jinhai excuses to stand and fight."

"I know," Kuojah said. Then the old man, his eyes full of bitterness, asked, "And yet, do you come to me with a solution?"

Kiralo looked at the old man, and tried to muster hate. But at the moment, all he felt was pity as he considered Kuojah's words. "I shall talk with the general, or the man who acts as one."

"That is Tao-an," Kuojah said, though he pronounced it a little different than Kiralo knew it was said, with this slight Bueli-like accent. "He is a cousin of the Governor of Hari-Bueli, just as that old man, Cs-Bai is the Governor's uncle."

"Then I'll talk to this Tao-ahn, and we shall see just what it is he wishes to accomplish."

*****

1d100+23+1=67

Out of his armor, Tao-an is a little less impressive. He's neither tall nor short, and while his shoulders are broad, he didn't move like a born warrior, or a soldier either for that matter. The movements are those of a duelist, as he walks across the room and snatches the jug of rice wine from where the servant had left it before retreating. "Those fools think that they can listen in on us. But I can serve myself, after the fashion of those who have not sunk into full decadence. No offense meant to you, Kiralo."

The very act of saying there was no offense meant was itself an offensive act, Kiralo did not say as he sat there in his courtier's clothing, seething beneath a mask that was as polite as could be. Kiralo cleared his throat. "I understand. When I was out in the field, I had no servants at all. One has friends there, ane allies, people who will fight and kill and die with you, but servants? Not in a band of Rassit."

"Rassit," Tao-an said, and he looked like he wanted to spit as he poured a saucer of the rice wine and drank it down in a single gulp, the fire of it almost so much that he gasped, but he stifled it as he looked at Kiralo, challengingly. "It was Bueli Rassit who were the cause of this defeat."

This time Kiralo's face twitched just a little, and the look on Tao-an's face was oddly triumphant.

"They were not Rassit. If they were, then you would have more problems than you could imagine," Kiralo said. "If they were Rassit, and in any number, the biggest chain of fortresses in the world would at most give them some small difficulty to surpass or cut off." Kiralo sipped his own rice wine, though he didn't enjoy the slight burn. This was Hari-Bueli make for sure, it even had the slight taste of the spices that the Bueli pounded into their drinks with the insanity that they always showed in such matters.

Every Bueli Kiralo had met drank hard and fought harder, though of course he had only seen the mercenaries, by and large.

"You would know something about it, then?" Tao-an said, "About attacking Csirit?"

"No. But I know war."

"Know war? Then, what do you think happened?"

Understanding context 1: 1d100+30+1=122
UC2: 1d100+33+1=80


Kiralo considered it. "It cannot be the first to fall, and your claim that they had Rassit must be based on the attack. Chira is on a hill, a rather high hill, with a ridge at its back that is heavily guarded. Any attack has to go up and over any number of problematic features. So if I were them, I'd use my cavalry to draw off at least some of the defenses. Then, after that, I'd definitely use traitors within the ranks, opening up the approach. But how would I take the fortress? I have to ask, is it still held, or…"

"Destroyed, and the spirits in the area so rousted and aroused in anger that it will be months, if not years, before it is possible to rebuild," Tao-an said.

"Ah, then that is simple enough. If they made the spirits so angry, it must have been an attack by their priests and wise-men as well. They probably traveled on horseback for speed, and from there it'd be a matter of finding a way in. Bueli's Aedaemon, I have seen them in action. They are capable of fighting their way through anything if they only have an opening. It had to be an attack in force, enough force that if they hadn't also lured off another group of the border defenses, it'd still be enough.

So, two or three battles going on, and two of them feints. Once the fort was taken, the Aedaemon would be able to hold it against anything."

Tao-an whistled and said, "Except while the other battles were feints, their damage was not. There were Southlanders among the attackers who drew the Bueli off, and more than that, they fought as the records say the Rassit did. Fade and assault, with arrows tearing into our units, and faster even than we could bring up Hanin to punch through them."

Kiralo took a deep breath. "Mercenaries going that far north? And the timing, it makes no sense."

"What do you mean?" Tao-an asked.

"Even if they left at the end of the war, that'd only be a few months at most before such a raid. And they'd have to travel across the wastes to reach it, when there was plenty of chaos and turmoil to deal with down in the Southlands. The Bueli must really be playing with fire and spending a lot of time and money to lure anyone at all that far north."

"Whatever their numbers, we need to stop them," Tao-an said, "And your father is the one who weakened the military, who has not given the army the strength it needs. I see no reason why I should sit here and thank you for your father's sins, no matter how clever you are."

Kiralo said, "To start to act against them, you would need a counter to them. Rassit who were willing to stand against them, perhaps, or perhaps something else--"

"I've heard Juae had something he wanted to talk to our Governor about, some new military innovation, but the Governor did hesitate to grant it.[1] But, what would you know of that? Who knows what is going on in your half-foreign mind."

Kiralo didn't rise to the bait, nodding, "You may continue to wonder that, Cs-Tao-an. I do hope you will stay for some time. Perhaps I shall see you when I ride around, or when I'm training inside?"

"You think you are clever," Tao-an said, and then he walked back over for more Rice Wine.

Kiralo didn't respond, not at first.

It was only a few minutes and a little more to drink before Kiralo came out and said it. "I think that if you assume that any other man could do more for you at this point, you're mistaken. Prince Jinhai has his own concerns, if you were going to go to him to ask for his help in this matter."

"Of course not, I trust the Emperor will provide."

Tao-an sounded too smooth, too sure. As if he knew that what he was asking and didn't care.

"Good," Kiralo said, and he took yet another sip. "Very good. Please stay for new years, it would make both myself and my father happy, and after that you may go where you will. This palace has much to offer."

"Not for someone like me."

Kiralo laughed, "We shall see, I suppose."

Effect: Gained new options.

[1] I honestly expected you would have hit that mystery box already, but now you know a little more about it, so who knows?

*****
A/N: And so here we go. Rumors next, and then we move onto the next turn.
 
Turn 4--Rumors
Turn 4--Gossip and Rumors

Gossip--

The Foundation of an Era

As Kuojah drags his way back to health, the Chancellor and his committee have decreed that the new era after next month, after the New Year, will be the Era of Harmonious Prosperity. The name was resonant, but it was notable, everyone said, fo rthe fact that he hadn't chosen to use the word for 'peace' anywhere in the construction of the characters, not even a hint of it. It was as if Kuojah was acknowledging that to claim peace would mean humiliation when war came.

If war came. It was the strongest statement yet, but if harmony was broken and poverty followed instead of prosperity, it would still be a very unfortunate choice of names.

Either way, a new era had begun, and it would be the first Era under the supervision of Emperor Dai'so.

Many hoped it would not be the last.

*****

In Defiance of Man

Despite all of the effort that has been made to become a patron of the new dancer, he has yet kept his independence, thanks in part to his skill, and in part of the swirl of people around him, each of whom seems to seek to be his patron.

Notable among them is Cs-Kiralo, and just how such a dashing and brave mercenary captain was rebuffed by an unmanly dancer such as Han. Yet rebuffed he must have been, for despite having been seen in each other's presence several times, and despite dancing for him on one occasion, they have not yet completed any assignation.

Of course, one would not confront Kiralo with rumors of this, or any rumors spawned from this fact, and Han has continued on his way, most recently dancing in front of the Emperor at a banquet and receiving the child's most grateful and humble...well, wild applause, actually. The boy was not particularly restrained in just how impressed he was, and there were those who speculated that perhaps that would be Han's source of patronage.

Which was, all agreed, a waste. After all, the Emperor was just a boy.

All he'd do is appreciate his dancing and provide food and shelter and money, and what kind of patron was that?

*****

New Year's Visitors

After a long bout of deliberation, the envoys from Hari-Bueli have chosen to stay at the court until after new year's day, at which point they will travel to Basrat and then Hirand to call on their Governors. And, everyone suspects, do more than a little plotting.

Their decision to stay is fortuitous, certainly, though not all that unexpected, as Kuojah would hardly have allowed them to leave so easily.

Rumors--

The Fall

Some place of some minor importance in Hari-Bueli has fallen. It's probably not a big deal. Hari-Bueli is barely civilized in the first place, but it is certainly frustrating to lose land that you have claimed. Most courtiers are of the general opinion that they should send a small army and that this would completely and totally sort out this minor problem.

But there were others that said that this might be unfeasible, though honestly what did the Generals know about anything. Thinking they were better or more clever than the noble functionaries who ran something far more complex and important than any army.

High and Dry

In Yeadalt, two unpopular regional tax supervisors have been executed by the popular mobs of one of the many foreign peoples that are bottled up in that accursed province. The murders come as the culmination of a month of terror that has only just begun to be put down. The regional armies have marched out and the villages of any offenders have been burnt to the ground, as is only proper procedure, and every tenth man in the villages executed. And yet, even as the seeds of what could have been an uprising are quashed with the heroic dispatch that belies their earlier incompetence.

Now, if only the instigator of this latest small uprising were within the grasp of said authority.

A Match Made in Mountains

The competition for control over Rerin is heating up as the Governor lingers, not improving but not getting worse, dragging along towards his death as others plot and scheme to have some level of control over Rerin. And part of that control would involve allies.

One of the feuding family-branches has been sending envoys to Nestirin, and they've almost finalized a marriage contract between the daughter of a prominent ally of Nestirin's gadfly of a Governor and their own nephew.

The Imperial Court looks carefully at this attempt to influence and build coalitions, but it has neither the time nor the energy to make even more enemies, considering just what the situation is like as it currently stands.


*****

A/N: And there we go. Alright, now, new Turn out on Friday.

Short, but eh! It works, hopefully.
 
Turn 5--Planning (Late Winter)
Turn 5--Planning (Late Winter)

Influence: 5 (Kuojah's Power)+2 (Kuojah's Wealth)+1 (Kuojah's Need)-4 (New to Court)+1 (Strange and Foreign in the right ways)+1 (Not Entirely His Father's Son)+1 (Diplomatic Might)+1 (The Man Who Tells Stories to Emperor's)+1 (Party Animal)+1 (Warrior General)-1 (Invested)=9 Influence.


Title: Wooing the Hari-Bueli
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 55%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The delegation will be here through the New Year, and then they will move on. Move on to who? Prince Jinhai, most likely. This is far from acceptable, and more than that, Kiralo needs to find a way to influence them towards at least non-intervention, if they're not willing to side with the Emperor outright in the event of a war.

Title: A Spy in Their Midst
Dice Rolled: Intrigue
Chance of Success: 35%
Time:
Text: Kiralo could attempt to get his own spy, among everyone else trying to do the same, into the Hari-Bueli camp. This servant or the like would report on anything seen, or at least anything he could be bribed to report on. It would be difficult, certainly, but Kiralo needs to know what the delegates are going to do, because Hari-Bueli is yet another vital piece on the overall picture of just how he's going to try to save Csirit.

Title: A War In Your Head
Dice Rolled: Martial
Chance of Success: 40%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: This is a rather bold idea, but Kiralo could ask the right people for maps and try to give advice to take back to Hari-Bueli. Obviously, he needs to at least be trusted in this, and he needs to not offend anyone, and there's also the clear fact that without on-the-ground knowledge, anything he's doing will at most be a supplement to real generals, but if he could plot out a general strategy based on what is known, perhaps it could help...and perhaps it could warm up Hari-Bueli towards himself?


Title: Largess of the Emperor
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 50%, success by degrees really matters.
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: Kiralo's funds are not even close to depleted, but there is certainly a certain tightness to just what he has to spend, and more than that, all courtiers have lands or grants or jobs given by the Emperor that allow them to live a lifestyle that lets them fight the polite battles of the court. Kiralo knows the Emperor, and is known to have a certain amount of power and expertise in certain matters, it is possible he could be granted a small stipend for some excuse or another, and that this might help him in the future.

Title: A Position of Some Worth
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 35%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Kiralo could get a position within the court as well. It would need to be one that was at once important without imposing too much on his time and energy. It needed to be a job that grants access without restricting scope, and finding one like that that isn't already taken is certainly a difficult task in the crowded court, but a worthy one, indeed.

Title: Education of a Ruler
Dice Rolled: Learning and Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 60%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: Who teaches the Emperor? That, truly, is an important question. Kiralo knows that Kuojah is the ultimate master of this, the one driving all of it, but just who are the tutors and how is the Emperor coping with his scholarship? Perhaps a polite visit is in store, if done just right. Perhaps not, it all remains to be seen. But the Emperor's education is a matter of great importance, at least so long as he sits upon the throne, may that be a long time indeed.

Title: South-Bank Scholars
Dice Rolled: Learning and Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 55%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The South Bank Philosophy Club aren't the only group that actively opposes Kuojah's philosophy and scholarship, but they are the most prominent critics, and visiting their club and their printing presses and reading more about their beliefs might give Kiralo a way in with them, whether as an envoy between them and Kuojah, as unlikely as that is, or as an ally of theirs against some of Kuojah's policies.

Title: Young Snakes, Sharp Fangs
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 70%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: The young and ambitious, unmarried noblemen of the court are a sharp bunch. Kiralo declined in a way their companionship earlier, and they're not going to be easy to befriend, and he'd have to balance their friendship with the possibility that they might be trivial people whose goals will not align with his. Yet at the same time, they are the people his age and younger, and their fathers and uncles, their brothers and cousins, are important people, as are they by reflection.


Title: Unseating the Poet
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy, secondary Intrigue
Chance of Success: ???
Time: ! Turns
Text: At the moment, Kiralo knows not a single other poet who could possibly replace Hari, but if he knew...or if he was willing to bet on literally anyone being better than Hari, he could replace Hari with someone else, someone more willing to teach the Emperor properly, and also willing to be Kiralo's ally on certain matters. Mostly involving giving him access to the Emperor, at least at the moment.


Title: To the West
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 75%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Juae of the West is a wild card, just as Kuojah has said, and that means that his support is very important. In order to even know how to gain it, one first has to know the man himself, both what he wants and what sort of man he ultimately is. He needs to be felt out delicately, else others notice and understand Kiralo's game and beat him at it, or any other number of possible bad outcomes. Apparently it involves a new weapon.

Title: Going South
Dice Rolled: Military and Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 50%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Qing'lu of the South is an enemy of Kuojah, but is he an enemy of the Emperor? More than that, what if anything can he do to aid Kuojah and the Emperor, and Kiralo as well. They do not have to be enemies, at least not in theory. There is never going to be a case for the man being a friend, but there are such things as grudging allies, and building on the goodwill gained over the last month could be very helpful

[Locked In] Title: A Survey of Military Preparedness
Dice Rolled: Military
Chance of Success: ???
Time: 2 Turns.
Text: Kiralo needs to understand the state of the military, and that means understanding just what is said on paper. A lot of it is beyond the reach of the court, represented only by the bureaucrats and generals of the Council, but even that matters greatly since any reforms or even any usage of the army must first involve being able to understand just what exists. It is not the season yet for Spring and any possible maneuvers, even if that would tell much except the state of preparedness for the local forces, so all that remains are to stay huddled up in the winter and read, write, and convince.


Title: Building the Case, Part 2: I'm Smart Enough
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy and Military
Chance of Success: 65%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: As the winter reaches its end, people begin to play board games, they begin to look towards spring and the coming military exercises, and they begin to think towards the future. Proving that he has skill at military planning, military scenarios, and even plain old Go could be the next step in cementing his burgeoning reputation.

Title: No Hero to the Soldiers
Dice Rolled: Martial and Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 65%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Kiralo now knows a little about the situation of the soldiers. They have winter quarters in the city, disconnected from the palace guards for the most part, by careful design for obvious reasons, starting with the fear of coups and ending with the complexities of religious observances. He could go among them, talk to the mid-level commanders and even the common soldiers, and attempt to in some way come across someone they can trust. Of course, there are dangers of stepping on the toes of the high generals, but there are certainly advantages to be gained.

Title: War Stories...
Dice Rolled: Intrigue
Chance of Success: 50%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Kiralo could have the soldiers monitored. It's known their loyal, but not known what else they know, their thoughts and plans, especially for the mid-level commanders. Talking to soldiers while drunk, or finding some willing to talk about their fellows might be a little bit difficult, and certainly won't be reliable, but since he doesn't have a strong base of informants in the first place.


Title: Ride Along Friends
Dice Rolled: Martial and Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 65%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Perhaps they merely haven't gotten off on the best foot. Either way, Kiralo is not particularly friendly with many of the stableboys, managers of the stable, and riders of the court, and these are people who in theory should at least have some bond that ties them together with him. Repairing the relationship will be difficult, and probably involve trying to break down the barriers using their common ground.

Title: From a High Horse
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy and Martial
Chance of Success: 65%
Time: 1 turn.
Text: The entire state and nature of the light horseman of Csirit is currently unknown. While it certainly risks coming across as arrogant and more than that of alienating those who are already somewhat resentful of him, testing the skill and prowess of the light cavalrymen who are stationed and posted at the court could make a good first move in evaluating just what talent is on display to work with on a small scale, perhaps as a first step towards larger scale reforms without the difficulty inherent in such a proposal.



Title: Out on the Town
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 80%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Arimi and Vedal are certainly growing a little bit listless, trapped her and as of yet unable to either spread rumors of Kiralo's heroism or truly check out all of the fine living that the court promises--drinks and dancers and parties that Kiralo has mostly avoided--and so they've expressed a desire to perhaps go and see just what Csrae proper has to offer. It certainly wouldn't be very proper.


Title: Yanmae's Seclusion
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 65%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Just why are they being kept separate, and just what is she like? Yanmae is the half-sister of Kiralo's who is closest to his age, and perhaps it is a mere curiosity, but he does want to meet her at some point.

Title: Letters to distant relatives
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 80%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Sne out letters to Meilin, the widower of Kuojah's second daughter, and to her daughter, in Rerin, a place that Kiralo is not yet fully familiar with.

Title: Family Affairs
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 70%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The oldest daughter, Aia, and her children and her family are of some import, and more than that, they might be a close tie that could be used. It all depends on where they stand, but they need someone to stand with them if Kuojah dies, because without him they are nothing. Kiralo understands that, being in the same boat.


Title: A Confused Code
Dice Rolled: Intrigue
Chance of Success: 55%
Time: 2 turns
Text: Arimi's strange pidgin Anlan-Bueli-Csiritan-Southlander is hard to understand when he switches into it, and seems to share the grammatical composition of absolutely none of them. That could make it a surprisingly useful language if one wanted to convey coded messages, since Arimi doesn't switch into it often, and the odds of anyone being able to work it out are actually somewhat slim, and the odds of anyone taking the time to do so are even slimmer. It'd take some studying and work, though.


Title: The Cook Knows
Dice Rolled: Intrigue
Chance of Success: 60%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: When one is a man's cook, they learn something. In fact, they learn a lot, and they know a lot of people. Hieng owes Kiralo, and with a little convincing, probably he could spill a few secrets, potentially even useful ones, and talk to some of his old friends. Servants like him, but ones who might at least push a little bit of gossip his way.

Title: The Music Men
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 75%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: In every court Kiralo has known the musicians and entertainers, if not itinerant (and they couldn't be in such a large and powerful court, or at least not many) have their own culture, and their own standards. In a court that is obsessed with ritual and beauty, knowing these musicians could prove useful in the future...and at the very least would make it easier to snag a few if and when he had a need for them.

Title: Dancers in the Dusk
Dice Rolled: Intrigue
Chance of Success: 60%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: Dancers hear a lot, and what they hear they can pass on. Kiralo would avoid pressuring Han in this regard, especially considering just where some of this information comes from, but like servants, the dancers and entertainers of the court see far more than they say.

Title:A Miracle. With Knives.
Dice Rolled: Martial
Chance of Success: 50%
Time: 2 turns
Text: Xialon, the knife juggler, was actually surprisingly impressive. And there were signs, here and there, that he...knew how to use those knives for more than just juggling, and knew a few very useful spirits. The two biggest dangers are that it would be too expensive, considering Kiralo's father is somewhat skeptical of his spending, and that Xialon would refuse. The training too difficult? Kiralo is a Rassit, surely it can't be that hard.


Title: The Opener of Letters
Dice Rolled: Intrigue
Chance of Success: 60%
Time: 2 Turns
Text: Perhaps a courier or two could be convinced to sometimes tell tidbits of the information they are transferring. It is not likely that they will provide huge levels of details, not on the budget Kiralo currently has, strained as he is by his father's careful management of his money, but a few details at the right time could begin to reveal some of what the webs of messages outwards say and mean.

Title: Gossip of Servants
Dice Rolled: Intrigue
Chance of success: 55%
Time: 2 Turns.
Text: Kiralo is not in any way a spymaster, but he knows the ways of servants and secrecy at least well enough that he could attempt to create a network of servants who share gossip with him and pick up the juiciest tidbits from their employer's rooms. They wouldn't be anything like a full spy network, and will be unwilling to risk all that much, but it could still be very, very helpful.


Title: Judge Not
Dice Rolled: Stewardship
Chance of Success: 70%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The Ten Judges are mysterious beings, whose judgements and whose worship are both central to Csiritan religion and yet their own mysterious side-path. Speaking with the Judge-Priests of the Court might help Kiralo understand them more, and their own influence on matters of morality is very strong in the heart of the court, where life, death, and what comes after are so important. As well, they might possess some knowledge gleaned from the previous Emperor's funeral, which they would have helped preside over.

Title: At Beating Hearts
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 80%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The monastery at the very heart of the empire is a holy place, and many wish to visit it. Some are allowed the privilege, and some who go learn something more both about magic and faith itself. Oh to talk to Spirits that have seen the passing of two-hundred years as if in the blink of an eye, and talk to the holy men of that blessed place. It would be an important religious experience, and one that Kiralo would be loathe to miss.


Title: Eunuchs!
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of success: 65%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: The Eunuchs of the Imperial Court are the servants and officials that nobody notices, at least until they rise to power and prominence. In earlier eras they were far more powerful than they are now, and far more united, but the Head Eunuch is still a middle-high ranking member of the taxation bureaucracy, and an ally of Kiralo's father, so making his acquaintance would be one way to build on his ability to influence the government.


Title: Hunting Buddies
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: ???
Time: 1 Turn
Text: What was the Emperor like when hunting? Something about what he learned doesn't seem to fit, and Kiralo could dig deeper, asking those closest to him just what the Emperor normally did while hunting...though it's been long enough that many will likely not have clear memories of the actual day where he died themselves. At least in some respects.


Title: Bring Me to Life
Dice Rolled: Stewardship
Chance of Success: 80%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Perhaps Kiralo should hire a doctor. He's doing well for himself, of course, and more than that he's in the prime of his youth, but you can never be too careful, and a doctor could serve other functions and purposes as well, especially one that is on retainer. On the other hand, Kuojah's financial leash is pretty short as is.


Title: Perhaps A Wrong Foot?
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 40%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: Kiralo has made a number of enemies that he can't afford. More than that, he's not impressed certain very important people who might be the key to gaining acceptance in the poet community. The balancing act is to find the line between abasement and pride, between winning their respect and proving that he was not worthy of their respect.

Title: Outcasts in the Society
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy.
Chance of Success: 55%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: There are poets who are known to be part of still more obscure schools. People who often challenge the normal forms, and for it win a little fame, but none of the prominence that more traditional poets gain. One way to gain a path towards power would be to be a patron of one of them, learn more about them and see just how much of their style fits with his own. Kiralo could then lead them to greater prominence, with the ultimate prize of course being the position of Poetry Tutor.

Title: The Hero Stands Alone?
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: ???
Time: 2 Turns.
Text: May vipers devour their bodies! They are proud, and they think they know what poetry is. But Kiralo was trained in the hard south, where poetry was a way of life just as much as in the north. Kiralo could write and write, could release poems like arrows shot on the wing against the enemy. Send them to rout. He doesn't need a school, he doesn't need 'allies.' When he is a prominent and important poet, others will flock to ape his style. And among those who do, there could perhaps be a friend or ally who could become the Poetry Tutor.

Title: An Unfinished Play
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of success: 50%
Time: 2 Turns.
Text: Kiralo has a play that has yet to be finished, a classic Southlands house-drama of a sort that he had begun to practice writing, having made two of them in the previous year and each a clear improvement over the last (the first being quite dreadful). He could continue his work on this, a link to the Southlands he has left behind. An impressive play can often be a very good way to make a mark among the right sort of community...such as the poets.


Title: Local Spirits
Dice Rolled: Magic
Chance of success: 60%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: There are many local spirits whose names and nature Kiralo does not know, and whose parallels he doesn't understand. He could attempt to give himself a crash course in the matter, for future reference and knowledge.

Title: Academy Days
Dice Rolled: Magic+Diplomacy
Chance of success: 70%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The Imperial Magical Academy is located in Csrae as well, though it is outside of the Palace City for reasons both moral, political, and practical. A visit could be made to ascertain their situation and whether there is any aid and friendship to come from this quarters. It is also a prerequisite for any number of actions involving the academy in the future.


Title: Money in the City
Dice Rolled: Stewardship and Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 65%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: As nobles and bureaucrats are to the Imperial City, so are merchants and petty officials to Csrae the city. The important men that are behind most of the power in Csrae the city are men whose opinion matters, not least of which because the relationship with the Imperial City is highly symbiotic. Through Yonu, Kiralo has a chance to get to know them. Shake the tree, and see what comes out.

Title: Guards, Guards
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 60%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The city guards take care of both crime and any civil disorder. When the people riot, or criminals attempt to hurt the profits of merchants, or in any case where authority in the city needs a strong arm, the city guards are there, and on the few occasions in which the city has been under siege, they have been important...one way or another, for more than once has the Csrae City Guard been bribed to open the gates for a man who will soon be Emperor, pushing past the last beleaguered defenses of a fool. It has happened...and it might happen again. History rhymes, and sometimes paying attention to the words matters. Kiralo can learn a bit more about them and their concerns, and see where it goes from there.


Title: Secrets and Lies in the Viper Court
Dice Rolled: Intrigue
Chance of Success: 50%
Time:
Text: Kiralo could try, as carefully as possible, to learn about the Department of Secrets. Not being acknowledged to exist makes it difficult, but he could at least gather a few rumors and try to understand just what, if anything, was going on with them. What were their plans, and what were their ideas? Was it folly to work with them, or was it

Title: The Old Emperor's Men
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 75%
Time:
Text: The Old Emperor had men of his age who shared in his fate and in his glory, and yet not in his death. They know the character of the Old Emperor, perhaps, and maybe in their cups they could reveal the old battle lines of the court, and thus cast light on how and why the situation has turned into what it is.

Title: The New Emperor's Boys...Part 2
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 60%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Now it is time to convince Kuojah. Kiralo has made a big claim, has done the work of trying to sell access he doesn't have yet, but now he must make sure that the old man, still sick but mending, can give the Emperor his friends back, and the nobles access back, in their own way of things.

Influence=1 (Father's reflected glory)+1 (Alms Success)=2

Title: Hired Bows
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy (Primary), Martial (Secondary)
Chance of success: 26%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Attempt to get permission for the Wind-Dancers to come into the empire as hired mercenaries employed by the state. This would mean they'd be partially out of Kiralo's control, or that he'd be classified as the head of these mercenaries, which might significantly change his position at the court, and not necessarily for the better...but it's easier than the alternative.

Title: Household Retainers
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy (primary), Martial (Secondary)
Chance of success: 21%
Time: 2 turns.
Text: Kiralo could also try to get the Wind-Dancers declared 'Household retainers' and thus under his supervision and control and not that of the state, except that of course he would loan their services to the Empire. A neater solution, but rather more difficult and unlikely.


Title: At the corner of Empire.
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of success: 65%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Hari-Bueli is a far-off province, and the governor has his own concerns. There have been rumors that Bueli has been raiding extensively, perhaps Kiralo could establish contact with him to learn more.

Title: Where Spirits Nest
Dice Rolled: Magic
Chance of Success: 65%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Nestirin is a land rich in spiritual potential, as well as more than a little power. While not as well placed and wealthy as their neighbors Basrat, their magic-users and spirits all make it a very important place, especially if war comes knocking. Basrat, after all, is where the Prince is, waiting and waiting still as fall turns to winter.

Title: Mountains and Forests
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 70%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Rerin is a heavily mountainous province whose forests are said to contain much of wonder and more of terror. Bordering more than a few provinces, with its governor sick and its succession in doubt, it might be far more important than one might think at first. Yet the opening gambit to talk to them is simple: a letter of concern and hopes for improvement to the Governor, and then see just what turns up.

Title: An Old Seat of Empire
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 60%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Once, Xissand was the seat of a rival Empire, formed in the breakup, classic history says, that followed the Fourth Emperor and led to the age of darkness in which the Emperor was forgotten. It has long since been conquered, its heretics purged, or at least as purged as any being on the planet, and it has long been loyal and fully Csiritan, lacking much of the blood (though there is some) of Xissand. Yet there are still many ruins that to this day remain guarded by powerful spirits or more powerful superstitions, or are hidden far away beneath rivers and within the craggy hills of West-Xissand.


Title: I Will Build A Wall
Dice Rolled: Stewardship
Chance of Success: 75%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Sure to be a hit with the traditionalists in Hari-Su, increased border security around the forts would also firm up the line and tamp down on bandit activity, even if it would, at least in the short and medium term, barring a change in policy, lead to economic hardship for the traders, if not the peasants who no longer have raiders on their backs. In the medium to long term, if combined with a policy of more open borders, the forts could serve to protect trade routes, and be beneficial for all. Kiralo can hardly pull a lever and make it happen, but he can influence the court to perhaps give approval to the right faction. Certainly, it fits the general inclination of the court already.

Title: Open(ish) Borders
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 35%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: There is no way to actually reverse the closed borders policy of Kuojah, but in writing and carefully influencing the missives the court writes, and in giving support to certain ideas and perhaps having his own mercenary company help interfere, there could be an unofficial opening of the borders in times and places. The danger, of course, is that if not handled right this could lead to bandits and general misery, but it is a policy designed to appease the merchants, both in Hari-Su and Hari-Os, and one that might align with Kiralo's own interests as well...even if there is a risk to the peasants. Yet, is it the right action?

Title: Respect My Authority!
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 60%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The Governor is a man that needs to be wooed, and whatever the long-term situation with his power over Hari-Su, in the short term befriending him and granting him an audience and a sympathetic ear to his plight might keep him from turning the wrong way, hopefully.

Title: Your Authority Is Lies!
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 65%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Mutually exclusive with 'Respect my Authority.' Come down on the side of those against the Governor's power and prestige. Either for the purpose of creating local autonomy of petty nobles, or for future efforts to centralize power under the Imperial Seat.


Title: Farthest North
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of success: 70%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Hari-Nat is the province that borders the vast and barely passable in the best of times mountains of the far north. It is often the province that stands out of the way of the major conflicts, waiting and seeing what happens, not strong enough to ever declare independence as some have during times of conflict, but not so weak as to be conquered and subjugated. Even its people are a little different, altered by the cold and harsh climate. Investigate into them more fully.


Title: A Stirring in the South, Part 1
Dice Rolled: Intrigue and Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 60%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: Messages can be sent, thoughts can be had, on just what to do about the matter of Hari-Su and the Southlands. Their loyalty is neither sure nor unsure at this point, and more than that, figuring it out will be difficult, to say the least. But collusion with the Southlands, as long as it is not found out, has its own advantages in these matters.

Title: What Happens in the Southlands
Dice Rolled: Intrigue
Chance of Success: 55%
Time: 2 Turns
Text: What is going on with the mercenaries? Is Prince Jinhai hiring them? If so that's a smoking gun, the sort of thing that could cause disaster. If it isn't him, then who? If it is him, how to even begin proving it? Hiring foreign mercenaries would certainly be a first step to discrediting him, and more importantly in Kiralo's mind, foreign mercenaries turn the military situation from difficult to all but impossible to win.


Title: People of the Sea
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy and Learning
Chance of Success: 55%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The Sea-People did Csirit an uncertain good when they helped Hari-Os, but it is a good that might be appreciated. Often regarded as both less bad and worse than the normal barbarians, the Sea People are those who have done what is pure heresy, made strange mystical congress with the spirits of the sea, and so many of them are not entirely human in appearance or even outlook, and in addition to the Islands that house the large majority of their population, they are said to have underwater cities where those 'too far gone' rest. Of course, many things are said and only some are known, but Kiralo has seen men with gills or strange colored skin, or webbed toes or hands, and even the most 'normal' of the Sea People has a tie to the ocean and water far greater than even the most experienced Southlander sailor. Learning more about them, and perhaps cautiously contacting them, could be useful.

Title: Supplicants
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy
Chance of success: 8%
Time: 1 Turn.
Text: Begin the long bureaucratic process of opening up the distant possibility of perhaps having court ambassadors. At this stage, it's making the argument that other local powers should be allowed to send a train of supplicants to give and exchange gifts with Csirit, whom they would acknowledge as the center of the world and the greatest power that has ever lived, paying homage as their inferior status makes the only right action and the only just thing. It would be a first step on the road to slowly opening up Csirit, even if it would be fraught with perils on both sides of the negotiation: both the chance of offense and the chance of rejection are high, though the odds might grow better with events.


Title: Against the Enemies of the State
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy (Primary) and Intrigue (Secondary)
Chance of Success: 65%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: He has a list, and he can use that list. Kiralo knows a few people on it are probably innocent, but if he can convince Kuojah and the Imperial Court to censure them for their actions, he can in a single swoop harm the Governor's enemies and potentially make sure that everyone knows that any aid to the bandits will end well. It will also, rather importantly, gain the gratitude of the Governor, and who knows what that might be worth?

Title: Checking it Twice
Dice Rolled: Intrigue (Primary) and Diplomacy (Secondary)
Chance of Success: 70%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: There are some names that seem not to fit. Some people who might be guilty. Kiralo could hesitate and take his time, going through and making sure by careful diplomacy and asking the right people to exonerate the innocent, perhaps winning their gratitude.

Title: Put Down
Dice Rolled: Martial, Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 50%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: An army is what is needed to lance the boil of the banditry, but beyond any difficulties with planning the campaign, and the fact that the army hasn't been paid and winter will set in and so it will have to wait months, most likely, is convincing everyone to go along with it. It will be a difficult process at the best of times, and this is far from the best of times, and yet what other option is there?

Title: Fort Up
Dice Rolled: Martial, Stewardship
Chance of Success: 55%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: The Governor has requested obliquely that perhaps a few more forts could be paid for and made. This would perhaps allow his troops to fight bandits more effectively, or perhaps it would wind up falling through, but the first step is to unlock the funding and resources to begin this process. Perhaps once he has his feet under him, the Governor and his generals can handle the situation on their own? Perhaps he could even try again despite the failure, though the risks are now far greater if he again pushes and is again rebuffed.


Title: Task Force: Hari Bueli
Dice Rolled: Military
Chance of Success: 45%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Sending an army to Hari-Bueli might not be the smartest decision, and it's also one that will take a lot of work to convince the throne to do, but it might be the key to gaining Hari-Bueli's support. And if it's going to be done, it needs to be done well. And that means time and planning, as well as working to convince people.


Title: True Lords of the Clipped Coin
Dice Rolled: Diplomacy and Stewardship
Chance of success: 70%
Time: 2 turns
Text: Kiralo knows people who know people. In Hari-Os, they say that the people who truly rule that province worship only money, and he knows bankers who could put pressure on them to learn more about their concerns and any possibility that they might be...backing Prince Jinhai, though it will take time. And there is not much time left at all, if he wants to dissuade them. It's almost run through, in fact.



Envoy of the Army
Dice Rolled: Martial and Diplomacy
Chance of Success: 35%
Time: 1 Turn
Text: Gaining this position, and more than that, being able to serve as the go-between between the army and the throne would both be incredibly hard work, but also a matter of great power and influence both in the big ways and the little ways. It is also a position that has not existed for years, and it can only be granted at certain auspicious dates, or as part of a larger grant, such as at the end of the year. Can only be taken on Turns 5, 8, 11, and 13. (And others further in the future as the omens become more clear).

*****
A/N: So, here we go. Vote by plans.
 
Turn 5--Military Forces Results
Military Forces of the Emperor--

Standing military forces are of course far smaller than what they could gather up to. In fact, they exist and rely on a system of training and recruitment at all levels in which the Imperial Army is merely the knot at the center. Governors and Nobles were both allowed to and required to train and raise soldiers, and at the provincial level, the Imperial Military had only a somewhat supervisory role day to day.

Thus the army is instead focused in Csrae, with about 3/5ths of its numbers in that one province, the only one without a Governor, and the rest spread out in a series of military bases that serve as the backbone and gathering spots in any war.

The primary unit is the basic spearman, similar to what would be levied en mass in the case of a war, but better trained, more professional, and generally tougher and more important initiated into the secret names, a process that often meant that military service was hereditary.

The next largest were the Hanin, and unlike any of the others, these were truly elite, and quite skilled. It was an honor to be part of the Imperial Hanin, and thus those who are tend to be dedicated, strong, and very well compensated.

The light cavalry is all but nonexistent, or rather it is fused in a way that is grotesque and baffling to Kiralo's standards with the imperial messenger service. They share the same horses, bred from the same studs, as if there aren't a few other things that might...keep it together, Kiralo, don't blow up yet. It gets worse. They're untrained entirely in most major combat maneuvers, they have very little experience, their bowmanship is rumored to be shoddy (something Kiralo could examine/help with...you just haven't taken the actions, or unlocked them, though Ride Along Friends will help), and most of all there is very little teamwork. At best they serve as decent scouts for an army, but as either a part of a battle or as a vital part of 'foraging' they are rather pitiful.

Heavy cavalry is composed entirely of volunteers, of sorts. Sons of noblemen and the like wishing to be dashing, but it is not a respected field, veering to close to the despised Tarnarins.

Logistically, the army is horrifically slow despite the stored up depots, relying primarily on a baggage train that is not particularly fast and could use a few innovations in how its spirits are used. As it is, any army is going to crawl, already a problem considering just how large Csirit is.

Morale is decent at the moment, surprisingly.

Of the total of fifty-thousand standing troops under the direct rule of the Emperor through various channels to the Council of Generals who as much organize the bureaucracy that would set an army in motion as the army itself, thirty thousand are in Csrae the province, with a full third of those based in Csrae the city.

Units--

Spearmen

Skill level: Professional
Morale: Steady
Mobility: Horrible
Cost: Medium-low


Light skirmishers:

Skill Level: Inexperienced
Morale: Steady
Mobility: Mediocre
Cost: Low

Hanin

Skill Level: Elite
Morale: Great
Mobility: Average
Cost: High

Light Cavalry:

Skill Level: Wretched
Morale: Mediocre
Mobility: Average
Cost: Almost none, that's the only good thing…

Heavy Cavalry

Skill Level: Green
Morale: Great
Mobility: Average
Cost: Self-financing.

*****

Levies--

Each Province, on call by the Emperor, is required to bring a certain minimum of troops. This number can and does often change from levy to levy, but is usually based on population census data, and reasonable estimates of what they *could* reasonably bring at a minimum. Obviously, no Emperor wants to demand troops that cannot be raised, as that is a very good way to make enemies of allies, since to refuse the orders of an Emperor on such a matter is treason. So it's a balancing act between too much asked and too little.

Additionally, the numbers given represent all men requested, and the majority are likely to be green or only lightly seasoned, despite efforts to provide some level of training for villagers in some cases. That means that many of them might be cooks, border guards, patrols, caravaners maintaining the supply chain, or otherwise non-combatants, and thus only a portion called up will see combat.

All that said, the system has worked in the past.

Additionally, each Governor, and each noble beneath the Governor, may keep a certain number of troops. For the nobles, this is a relatively trivial number, for they are expected to make do, but for Governors these tend to number in the thousands, or in the case of Hari-Bueli and Hari-Os, both beset by foreign invasions, the low ten thousands. These are included in the muster totals, and would normally become the strong core of any army raised.

*****

Basrat:

A rich province that has fallen into some poverty thanks to the policies of the Emperor, this is one where the troops are quite unlikely to be fighting with, rather than against, the Emperor in any coming war.

Basrat is known for its bold soldiers, and indeed there seem to be many noblemen flocking to the undeclared banners of Prince Jinhai, and thus any army gathered is likely to be rather heavier on elite units than it should be, and as Jinhai has turned his own small private army, and the Governor's army, into skilled tools for his own wars against the Sea-Raiders and bandits, it is likely that they will hold far more strongly than expected.

Traits: Wealthy, High Morale, Strong Noble Presence, Prince's Retinue

Basrat Population: 12 million
Minimum Required Levy: 100k
Expected Levy: None, they're in Prince Jinhai's camp all the way.
Maximum Levy: If truly called by Prince Jinhai, and if they truly answer with the enthusiasm that they might...maybe as many as four hundred thousand troops, though that would strip the province all but bare in a way that would be absolutely devastating. But if it is war for the imperial seat...

Csrae:

The province of Emperors, Csrae is very wealthy, and the second most populous province in the empire. While still quite rural compared to Hari-Os, it has strong population centers, and its lack of a Governor means that all know that the eyes of the Emperor are more directly on them.

Soldiers raised tend to have a stronger than average morale, and here at least the efforts to train soldiers across generations and prepare the way has met somewhat fertile ground. Additionally, the wealth means that the troops are unlikely to be poorly equipped.

Finally, there is the matter that the Imperial Mage Academy is right around the corner. On the other hand, the fact that the Imperial Court is right there does create a lot of political pressure in general.

Traits: Strong Loyalty, Some Training Acquired, Equipped Decently, Good Local Logistics, Magical Advantage, Too Many Chiefs

Csrae Population: 17 million (one thing to remember...women aren't allowed to fight, which sorta cuts the pool in half right at the start)
Minimum required levy: 150k*
Minimum expected (based on Kiralo's gut analysis) levy: 200k
Maximum Levy: 450k

*Remember, not all fighting troops.

Hari-Bueli:

Currently harried by losses on the border, Hari-Bueli is unlikely to be a major force turning the tide of the war, but their soldiers are experienced with skirmisher warfare and also countering it, and its people are hardy, at least those who are loyal, with some knowledge of Bueli spirits that don't answer easily to the Csirit.

Kiralo's careful analysis is that if they fall into the camp of Prince Jinhai, they will stay relatively close to Hari-Bueli. But even if all they do is tie up Xissand and Yeadalt, forcing them to defend rather than gather and send out troops, that would be enough to spell disaster for the north unless Hari-Nat came through in a big way. And the troops lost to dealing with that might be enough to tip the balance in a contest.

Traits: War-weary, A Little Special Magic, Skilled Skirmishers, Skilled Counter-Skirmishers

Population: 5.5 million
Minimum Required Levy: 55k
Minimum Expected: ...40k, maybe? Possibly less. Bueli is now a bleeding wound that needs to be patched.
Maximum possible, or at least likely: 100k

Hari-Os:

The elephant in the room. Kiralo has not done anything, among all that he might have done, to try to keep Hari-Os on the side of the Emperor, hasn't even begun negotiations, hasn't tried to apply pressure, and has largely been too busy to deal with them in any way. That means that at the moment, the third most populated province in the Empire, and most likely the wealthiest, is currently leaning heavily towards Prince Jinhai, and might be a total loss.

Its corrupt merchant groups and all but unnecessary Governor all seem to know which way the wind is blowing, and it is at Prince Jinhai's back. Their wealth means that they are likely able to pay quite well, and there are always men on the take. Their armies are likely to be large and well-equipped, with the city-guard of the many powerful cities as the backbone, though the loyalty of these men, let alone the peasant hinterland that still makes up the strong majority of the population, is just a little suspect.

Traits: Rich, Unsteady loyalties, but great pay. Best navy, if that matters. Smuggling port. Strong civic spirit.

Population: 16.5 million
Required Levy: 125k
Expected Levy: ???, possibly none. It's almost a lost cause, by now...
Maximum Levy: 300k

Hari-Su:

Another province on the border of something, this one is divided. It is up in the air, and Kiralo needs to grab it. The cavalry would be vital, and the fact is that its location next to Hari-Os could be a threat and a tool for at least trying to make it so that southern Hari-Os thinks about what it is doing and thinks otherwise.

Currently it is very divided, but with its borders secure, it will likely play a large role in any war to come.

Traits: Mediocre Cavalry (By Southlander Standards, So About Ten Steps Up), Fractious, Secure Borders.

Population: 8 million
Required Levy:80k
Minimum Levy: 50k
Maximum Levy: 150k

Hari-Nat:

Something of a wild-card, their Governor is grieving his son's presumed death, and their locaiton means that they have often stood to the side when war came and sorted it out afterwards, picking the winning side and sticking with them. But they are a hardy people, and a strong one, and more than that, if Hari-Bueli acts, it is only Hari-Nat that can counteract them.

While they are known for their spearman, they also have heavy infantry that is rather more substantial than most, and the Governor's elite guard, while absolutely nothing compared to, say, Bueli's elite infantry (not that any would admit it), is nothing to sneeze at. A strong infantry and a cavalry that is sub-par but at least not non-existent combine to make it a tempting addition to any army.

Order now, supplies limited.

Traits: Slow and Steady, Strong Arms, Strong Armor; Cold Doesn't Bother Me Anyways; Some Cavalry

Population: 6 million
Minimum Required: 60k
Minimum Expected: 60k
Maximum Expected: 100-150k, it really is up in the air, since they often don't get involved.

Hirand:

The most populated of the provinces, and the most agriculturally potent, they are somewhat rich, or at least their merchants are, but most of its population toils in clustered villages, on the best land in the world, bringing forth wealth for others to exploit.

Troops raised here are likely to be of relatively low morale and skill, but holy shit are there a lot of them, though Hirand itself has always suffered from internal divsions, and it is quite possible that it might well split in half between the two factions (one faction being, you know, the Emperor himself and the other an upstart, but nevermind that) based on phyiscal proximity. The Governor is something of a non-entity, but if he can be made to understand just what is at stake, perhaps…

Though there is the concerns of the harvests to worry about, that has always kept so many of their peasants tethered to the land, and thus been the only limit to their vast armies.

Population: 19 million strong.
Minimum Required: 175k
Minimum Expected: 70-80k
Maximum Possible: 600k

Irit:

Irit, the valley where an empire was born. But now it is torn by war, and its people ruined by it, and even if the bandits are put down, its contributions will be far less than they might be. And if it is not put down at all, their might be no troops from them at all, from one of the few groups that Csrae can count on to stand with it.

It is...troubling, to say the least.

Trait: Torn to Pieces, Exhausted, Lots of Priests, Godly Magic; Monks...whose fists are bare and whose hands are open.

Population: 9 million
Minimum Required: 50k
Minimum Possible: 5-10k, if that.
Maximum possible: 200k

Nestirin:

A powerful and strange province whose well of spirits and odd lore shape their character, their troops, while normal, are often backed by far more magical support, some of it outright bizarre, then most can expect to have at their back. Even their soldiers are skilled in the lore of the wells, and they have an extraordinary bond with the land and its spirits, being incredibly difficult to beat on their home ground. It is said that it took three times three wars before the lords of Nestirin bent their knee to the Emperor, in days past, after the second founding.

Currently they are leaning towards Csrae, and Kuojah is likely laboring to keep it that way, since they are next door to both Basrat and, if interference is necessary, Irit.

Traits: Magical As Shit, Untouched By War.

Population: 8.5 million
Minimum Levy:85k
Minimum Expected: 90k
Maximum: 220k

Rerin:

The spine of the empire, it rests against the wastes and has the largest range of mountains that are within the empire, rather than a border. Their people are hardy, and there are rumors of dark things in the forests that, together with the mountains, define the provincial stereotype. It is true that they used to have axe-wielding soldiers, and it is also quite true that as scouts, they're above average by most accounts, but right now the question is whether they can spare the men and attention from their quite pressing future succession crisis.

If they can, their troops will be vital for gathering together an army capable of resisting any lightning push on the capital.

Traits: An Axe to Grind, Honest Woodsman, Ore-dinary, Something in the Forests

Population: 6.5 million
Min Levy: 125k
Min Expected: 100k
Maximum Possible: 200k

Yeadalt

Currently fearing revolt, and more than that, not trusting the majority of their population, they are the smallest province in terms of actual population that counts as people and, under current rules, can bear arms in the army. In past times, some were able to in some circumstances, but at present these minority groups are barred, and Yeadalt itself is something of an armed camp. Thyis does mean that they have a large and skilled core, but there is only so much that can be done, really.

Still, their soldiers would be quite welcome, to say the least, in this man's army.

Population: 1.5 million Csiritans, too many heathens.
Minimum Required Levy: 25k
Minimum Levy: 25k...less if they're trying to guard themselves from Hari-Bueli
Maximum Levy: 60k

Xissand:

Once the home to a sick and disgusting bunch of heretics whose King defied the Emperor whose divine right it was to rule them by a shared past, now that they have long since been wiped out, its citiizens are Imperial as any other. But the northern province, bordered by Hari-Nat, prison-state Yeadalt, and Hari-Bueli, still has the legacies of this former connection.

Spirits still linger whose nature is strange and sometimes hostiles, and while most of the ruins that are in any way visible have been explored, there is still more that has been buried or lost in the ravages of time, and strange hints of a past a little different than expected.

As it stands, Xissand seems to be mostly loyal, at least at the moment. And they're always ready to prove it.

Population: 8 million
Min Levy:60k
Minimum Expected Levy: 90k
Max Levy: 160k

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Whew. There's other information, in a way, but I hope this was helpful. I am now opening up questions, and if it's something that Kiralo would have learned, but that I hadn't put down because holy shit, then I'll answer it.

This is both because it's important and to buy time for the next update which will take a little time. :p

Note, there are a lot of questions that can be answered, but I wasn't sure I could get through answering every possible question immediately, so...ask away!
 
Turn 5--Results A
Turn 5--Results A

Snow was heavy on the ground on the day that Juae finally showed Kiralo what he had spent almost two weeks desiring to show off. Kiralo had seen the careful way the other man, keen and intelligent but no full, tested out Kiralo's opinions, asking him about the Rassit and Tarnarins, quizzing him on his knowledge of cannons and their use in battle, and even his knowledge of naval affairs, which were rather lacking in a comparative sense.

There was the feeling that Juae had been burned before, that whatever idea he was proposing was so far outside the military canon that he could not trust Kiralo on his own to accept it.

This, of course, only drew more attention to his desires, and led to many conversations rather less fruitful than the ones he was having in other areas. Kiralo was aware of the feeling that he was around a skittish animal, for all that Juae was turning out to be an intensely practical and even intelligent man. Bold, but inoffensive, especially compared to Qing'lu, who could never let a comment go without slipping a barb in it.

Still, the very morning that Juae finally shared his revelation, he was out in the stables. There were many stables, and it was a little relaxing, to bond with his animal and check that the spirits that were keeping it company were getting along well. Others, of course, congregated, and if the people didn't like him, the spirits seemed to. He could smell them moving over his body, and hear the whinny-whisper of a spirit of equestrianship, no doubt watching over the entire stable. But the people, well, his progress in trying to befriend them had been difficult and more than that, seemingly pointless.

This time of year, there were very few out, and yet that day, saddling and tending to a strawberry mare, was a man he'd seen riding from the forts and back. A messenger, and thus one of the potentially-dreadful light cavalry, though he at least seemed skilled at tending to his horse.

The man's hair was thick, almost wooly, and his features were a little reminiscent of Hari-Nat ones, or perhaps those of the Bueli. It was hard to read them, but the man looked up, seeming to sense his gaze, and said, "Not the weather for anything, is it? Are you going out?"

Kiralo smiled and nodded, "Bad weather or good, he needs his exercise." He gently patted the flanks of his horse, his smile soft.

"That's very dedicated of you. I suppose that's another side to the barbarian," the man said, shaking his head ruefully.

"Other side?"

"Besides the arrogance. No offense, m'lord, but many people say that you arrogantly assume that the horses of this land are…"

He trailed off, and of course Kiralo looked the other man over, because if it was said, that was because it was true. Not that he hated Csirit, but their horsemanship was at best good, from what he'd seen. But that didn't mean that those who rode didn't care for their horses, or were not worthy riding companions.

So Kiralo stepped forward and said, "If they say that, then I am sorry I have given them that impression."

"Your Csiritan is quite formal. I am Bo," the man said with a playful little bow, "Scout with the third cavalry group. And occasional messenger."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Cs-Bo. Would you ride with me?"

"I suppose if it wouldn't be an imposition…"

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The generals' quarters were of course quite lovely, and as Kiralo kneeled at a dragonwood table and sipped lovely tea, he looked at the now-familiar decorations. Wall-hangings by a renowned artist, several sets of scale armor, a sort of display, and a lot of maps, books, and scrolls. The room had a crowded, lived-in feel, and so did all of the other many rooms of the complex, for he definitely took to the thousand small rooms style of architecture that Csirit had always been famous, or perhaps infamous, for.

Kiralo was used to it by now, and so he didn't look up when the paper partitions were opened up for someone to come and go with water, or wine, or tea.

Juae was the sort of person for whom the armor was an affectation, as he had delicate hands, even as he had short-cropped hair in the style of soldiers. All the world of Csirit and most of the Southlands, barring a certain habit towards baldness, wore their hair somewhat long and braided. It was a mark of adulthood, of pride and care and self-respect, but soldiers had this strange habit of cutting it close, and Juae had adopted it. Perhaps it was to hide balding, though looking at him he doubted it.

"I have seen something most miraculous when I was last in Hari-Bueli, and not merely the religious and architectural sights," Juae began, "I have told you before that I visited for a long time last year."

"You did," Kiralo conceded, sipping on his tea. He'd danced around the meeting long enough for Kiralo to guess that it wasn't with Bueli, or else he would have brought it up in the evaluations that had followed the rather disastrous news from the border.

"Well, the Anlan barbarians are not allowed into this country in any numbers, but barbarians are tricky people, sometimes dishnorable, and of course desperate to...share in our greater culture." The words were careful, their tone formal, like a man running down a list of words, slowly picking them apart and saying them as they came.

Kiralo nodded nonetheless, "And you met with some?"

"They have a camp, just beyond the border, and beyond the border of Bueli as well. A small one, but that is where their ambassador waits."

And where, he did not say, but Kiralo understood, they tried smuggling people in or materials out, trading in any way they could. The Anlan, at least as history showed, were desperate for trade with the Csiritan Empire, and had been for just over two centuries, to greater or lesser degrees. They wanted and needed the trade, and so of course they were not going to merely turn around just because all Anlan found within the borders would be, at least in theory, executed out of hand as criminals.

So, he had met with them. "Did they want the borders opened?"

"Perhaps that is their eventual aim. I cannot know, and I understand that Cs-Kuojah has his reasons for what he has decided--"

Like fear of the other, like contempt for those who are not like him, Kiralo thought but did not say.

Juae shook his head and took a slow sip of his tea, peering at Kiralo over the rim of the cup. "He showed me what they call the Turtle. A new weapon of war. I believe the Anlan might have factions, or perhaps they squabble among each other as people are wont to do, because they spoke of their efficacy in at least being able to cause difficulty to the Hulks."

"The turtle?"

Juae pulled out a scroll and opened it. Drawn there in dark ink on the white space was a large, rounded shell of sorts. It was slightly block at places, and there were cannons ringing it, coming out from viewports that looked as if they could be closed at a moment's notice. The shell seemed as if it must be thick, and by a soldier standing next to it for comparison, it was almost as tall as two men standing on each other's shoulders, with large wheels, though it was low enough to the ground that there was likely no crawling under it easily.

Its front had what looked like a ramhead, and a large cannon of the type usually used only by ships.

"It's...a cannon platform?"

"A mobile one," Juae said, "And its armor is tough. There are notes in the spirits and how they are arrayed, though the method is one that they would not share, but that we could learn."

"What do these involve?" Kiralo asked, frowning as the man unrolled the scroll a little more for a few notes.

"A rather cunning technique, I believe, involving binding spirits to the metal in a way that seems as if it was…" Juae shrugged and said, "It unnerved me, it was as if I could hear their groans, and yet I couldn't see the spirits at all. However, superstition aside, they should be powerful enough to stand up to the blows of Tarnarin and Hanin quite well."

"Are you so sure of that?" Kiralo asked, "Their loosed arrows and bolts can pack quite a punch, and they'll be aiming for any weak spots."

"My guess is that enough Hanin, massed, could cause a problem, but the Turtle moves as fast as a man walking quite quickly, and if we found a way to increase their speed...the point would be to hit the enemy lines when they're weak and then power through them. At that point, from how it was described to me, the ram tears people down and the cannons shatter the formation," Juae said. "I saw it in action, if only against stationary targets, and it seems very impressive."

"Ah, and you're interested in...purchasing them?"

"It is not something that can be openly said, is it?" Juae shook his head, "But they would be a potent weapon, and one that could not easily be counted, especially by the Bueli themselves."

Kiralo considered the words, "The terrain hardly would bear wheeled vehicles. I know from accounts of old campaigns," that he had tirelessly been reading as part of his general education on Csiritan military affairs, "That there were often difficulty maintaining a baggage train, even without the constant raids. They'd slow down a campaign considerably to haul around."

Juae frowned and nodded, "Perhaps, but there are advantages, and more than that, there are many sorts of ground where they would be unstoppable. I am convinced that it might be the way forward, a weapon that enemies cannot easily match. The prices they have mentioned are expensive, yes. But that only makes it better: what other power in the region could afford it, and what they call expensive, and what might be for an ordinary noble outrageous...is quite within the grasp of the Imperial Seat. It means that we would have a weapon that could not easily be acquired and used against us by petty nobles. Only Governors or Emperors would be able to readily afford them."

Kiralo nodded. Control was always a point of difficulty with any form of power or force. A half-naked man in a tent might have a greater mastery of the lore of spirits than his armed opponent. Peasants were at a vast disadvantage in revolting because the spirits associated with war had names, and those names were known by some but not others. But petty nobles? Popular revolt leaders? Former soldiers? There were many ways to even the ground, and the more even the ground, the less power the Emperor could wield. Or those who might wield the Emperor could wield.

Sometimes for the better, one might say, since greater control could be balanced against far greater taxation. Either way, Kiralo understood that there was more at work here than one bit of new technology. It seemed promising on paper, but so did many ideas, and so Kiralo asked, "And you want my help?"

"Maybe. I want to at least see what they're willing to offer, but to do so, we need to be able to talk, officially. I was hoping perhaps to find a way to purchase some before war comes…"

"War might not come," Kiralo asserted, quietly. Prince Jinhai might not go to war, or he might yet be outmaneuvered, but it was rather clear that time was starting to run low, and in a small room both men knew that more likely than not, before next year was out there would be war. Perhaps even a few months from that day, depending.

They lived in a court that didn't seem to realize just how close to disaster they were riding.

"It might not. Or it might. We don't have time, anymore, at least it seems likely," Juae said, "But if you want my support, those are terms that I will ask. Aid me in exploring this new possibility, for it could be the start of something great."

Kiralo considered Juae's words carefully.

It was not a popular idea, and it never would be. The techniques of barbarians, especially if they were so close to blasphemy, in a land that already barred them from living in Csirit at all...at the same time, there was potential, and what Juae wasn't asking for was the assurance that it would get done. Merely the attempt. It was a price, and a price that meant that he knew about Kiralo's desire to be Imperial Envoy to the Council of Generals.

As yet he was still unsure whether or not he would obtain the position, and more than that, he thought, stretching out a hand to take up the cup of tea and sip it, even if he became the Envoy, that didn't mean that Juae's support, for however long it lasted, wouldn't be important. The man might have influence with Hari-Bueli, at least in theory, and if it came down to war against the Bueli, his support would be vital and his opposition dangerous.

At the same time, it was dangerous indeed to be promoting what was, in one sense, a conspiracy of sorts. Juae should not have talked to a barbarian diplomat or envoy without the express word of the Imperial Seat, and while he could of course defend that he was merely in the area and talked to them unofficially, that would only stand so long as the people running the court were willing to look the other way, and no longer.

What do you say?

[] Agree to his terms.
[] Disagree.
[] Write-in. Also, feel free to stunt the two above if you really wish to. It might be a good idea, though not 100% necessary.

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A/N: Alright, this is going to be several different relatively short updates, thanks in part to how you rolled for the 'South' 'West' and 'Hari-Bueli' options.
 
Turn 5--Results B
Turn 5--Results B

Before Kiralo sat in a room drinking tea and considering a new weapon, he stood in a rather different room considering his father. He'd begun to mend, and the room no longer smelled quite as much like death. The spirits in the air were benign ones, clearly drawn as much to power and as much by those who visited as by death.

It was always said that the Judges were watching when a man neared death, and the Spirits sometimes seemed to know it as well. But now Kuojah looked almost on the mend as he sat at the desk, ignoring Kiralo. Kiralo knew not to make the mistake of trying to address him.

Instead, he remained kneeling where he was, waiting for Kuojah to address him. It was a matter of time, and of intimidation. The court played petty games like this, but there were few things more petty than an annoyed Southlander, so it was far from the distraction Kuojah might think it was. In fact, Kiralo wondered at Kuojah.

He'd been at court long enough that Kuojah had to have guessed at Kiralo's deeper plans. Plans that he had only just begun to implement.

Specifically, Kiralo had hired his own guards and servants, was working on his own source of income. Piece by piece, he was attempting to carefully detach himself from his father without losing his support. Ultimately, his father would die. Sooner, rather than later. While the world and the Gods were never predictable, and war could take him away, if that didn't happen, Kiralo would easily outlive his father.

Kuojah would be dead, and if Kiralo wanted to have a political life, or perhaps a life at all, he needed to be his own figure.

Yet, there was more than that. Just as the water ran to the sea, and so as winter slipped into spring, so too did a young man gain ambitions. He clenched his fists as he waited, closing his eyes. Power, wealth, the good of the empire. It was remarkably easy to reconcile them, to put them all together as every rising man had at one point and declare that the three were one and the same.

He wasn't a philosopher, but he knew that the pursuit of power was one of the more complicated subjects of any philosophy, and perhaps one pursued too far. He had seen far too many people for whom the great corpus of philosophy was little avail, because a farmer would never need to know the underpinnings, what they were, of noble rule.

He knew merely that they ruled and that this was how it was. Kiralo was discovering that though he didn't care, it was a little tiring, being on one's knees for so long, and so it was a very minor relief when the games finally ended and Kuojah asked, in a tired voice, "What is it, Kiralo."

"I was wishing to talk to you on something, father." Remind him of the ties, it was very important.

"And what is that?"

"Friendship. It is, as the first among all learned men say, the very pinnacle of manhood to have friends and allies, that you may confer and learn and better oneself."

"And?" Kuojah asked, though he full well had to know what was being asked.

"You have sent away all influences over the Emperor. It is known that a boy who does not have any friends, no matter how keen, shall miss certain lessons. And besides which, speaking plainly father, we cannot afford it."

Kuojah blinked, and Kiralo almost rose at once, because the old man had placed a hand on the desk and forced himself up, the better to look down at Kiralo. The old man was examining him for something, but after a long moment he merely shook his head, "Don't think I do not understand what you are trying to do. It is not all that different, in some ways, from what all men try to do."

The secretaries in the corner, previously invisible to attention, now made themselves noticed by the sheer amount of paper shuffling and shushing of each other that they were engaged it. Kuojah stopped to glare at them and Kiralo took the moment's reprieve to ask, "Yourself included?"

"In a sense. I wished for what I felt was best for the Emperor, as all men do. I knew his friends, and while not all of them liked me, all of them respected me. Respect is the mother of good conduct. Some might think that it is your enemies fearing you that creates a strong governance, and others rely on the love of the masses, but their respect, their understanding that what kindness you do and what just punishment you mete out are as sure as Taigang's sun crosses the sky."

Kiralo did not show emotion, but he was listening, and he recognized almost fatherly advice when he heard it. Advice he'd take? That he wasn't sure of, but the old man's face was lined with shadows and his movements careful as if he were creating a work of art.

"I shall allow it."

Kiralo did not sigh in relief. He had prepared and sent the report earlier, the information. This was not a formality. Instead, it was more like the stamp upon the act he had prepared. That he had promised, in a sense.

"There are conditions. I shall review all boys and they shall be watched at all times. There will be no shenanigans, and we shall let no boys close whose...loyalties are in any way suspect. Additionally, they will have to be educated young men, who can help him with his studies. So I shall be examining that as well, and it seems an area where your own investigation was rather...haphazardous."

"The boys will be overjoyed," Kiralo said blandly.

"So will their parents," Kuojah said with an archly raised eyebrow. And it was true that while Kiralo was deeply concerned for the Emperor and his well-being, the political motivation dominated. Right now there was an impression that he could not truly define as untrue. This was the impression that he had a special sway with his father. It seemed bizarre, because he hated the man. As the moon rose, as the tides shifted in and out, as the plains stretched out before the world, that was him. Steady and constant in his feelings towards Kuojah. And yet, would Kuojah have bent so easily to another?

It was confusing, and more than that, it was enough to leave him unsteady, uncertain. Kneeling there and not sure whether he should rise or not. "Maybe they will, Cs-Kuojah, but it is not they who will grow to rule the Empire."

"Children," Kuojah began, and there was something about his eyes that seemed almost soft for a moment. Kiralo saw it, and it was like a brief cloud across the harsh sun, because as soon as it came, it passed, and Kuojah was looking at him again with eyes that were hard, appraising. Judgemental.

How many young men had Kuojah made sons of? Or tried to, at least. Had he done it with every son-by-marriage, every young scholar whose thoughts aligned with his own? Kiralo wondered at the desperation for a son, for a legacy. It wasn't something he'd felt, not like that, and yet it was something real.

Kiralo stood slowly and gestured at the door, a trifle theatrically. A spirit of wind came when he muttered and opened it. "Yes, children. Without them all is dust."

"And with them," Kuojah began, and then he shook his head, turning, his robes shifting as he did. Still wearing black and white, still mourning even now. "Never mind. You may leave unless there is another matter you would like to discuss."

"No," he said, and he backed out of there, aware that he was treading on dangerous ground. By the next day, he was quite aware that not only did Kuojah know of his ambitions to be Envoy To the Army, but he must have been putting his fingers on the scale, because a few very important meetings opened up.

Small meetings in small rooms where he discussed tea ceremony and the scholar Yi'sung and his thoughts on the Empire and the Army, and a certain official's favorite painting, and what the most beloved god is of a soldier. Is it he who is of battle, or she who makes all helpful herbs and remedies, or he that is the master of the spirits of the world?

Many questions, and many answers, small and subtle steps that were slowly clearing everyone out of the way.

But there were other steps, other moves, that had far less to do with victory and more with maneuver. Tao-An was an interesting man, and a difficult one to shift. The old man was easier to understand, and the rest of the delegation was easy enough to convince.

After all, at the moment he had no goal he wanted them to achieve. All he wanted, it seemed, was their friendship, and while they surely understood that there was more involved than that, Bai was quite happy to discuss poetry for long hours, walking through the vast halls, huddled together.

He was willing to talk to everyone, it seemed. Bai was aware that ultimately his goal was to achieve the best possible deal for Hari-Bueli, and if he worked with Prince Jinhai, it would be because the largest bribe for Hari-Bueli and the best chances came from him.

It was a difficult thing to deal with, since ultimately Prince Jinhai had the most to promise because he was not in power. Anything he promised did not have the weight of the Serpent Throne behind it, but that could change. Might indeed change before the next year was out. Bai knew this, and this made the old man, who smelled of the nuts he ate constantly, a tricky opponent.

Tao-an, meanwhile, was not a warrior, but he wanted to be one. Or a general, he wanted power and glory, and he was seeking it however he could. He liked poetry and art and music only to the extent that they intersected with his interests. He was a Hari-Bueli man, but he was also his own man, and Kiralo also realized a few other things, as delicate as anything else.

For one, there were eyes on him when they drank together. Kiralo watched Tao-an watch him, and saw the way the eyes drank in far more than the mouth did. Desire, Kiralo thought, after a the second time he caught it. It could be a trick, of course, a trap, but Tao-an desired him. Thought him attractive and more than that, was willing to show it or unable to hide it.

Of course, even if Kiralo wanted to pursue it, there were of course complications. Political, of course, but there was also the matter that Csiritans were so bizarre about how they viewed such acts.

Not that the Southlanders were always better, but while they had a word for it, Csiritan didn't, not really. It had euphemisms, and a culture that, Kiralo had gathered from his reading, emphasized in the modern day the manful and the boyish. Yet there were other complexities, between patron and artist, or Emperor and servant, as was famed by the story of the cut sleeve and the winter bounty, among other stories. And there were added complexities everywhere, an entire lexicon and yet many of the terms, as far as Kiralo could tell, were not written down.

Expectations lay in the way like a trap, and yet at the same time, there was a spark of desire, and if he was going to attempt to befriend Tao-an…

Temptation loomed, and yet he felt uncomfortable with the idea. Uncomfortable with the idea and yet not so much that he did not consider the matter. In time, when his position was more secure, he could search out a lover if he wanted, but at the moment even mere flirtation could improve his position, and so he considered it.

There was also the matter of the horses to consider, as well as playing on Tao-an's martial vanity or on the possibility that Kiralo's new position would be one of worth to Hari-Bueli. Or that crossing him was a bad idea.

There were many ways he could take it, because ultimately he felt as if a few more pushes and he could achieve his goal of obtaining at least neutrality.

What angles does Kiralo push (Choose 2 non-contradictory ones)

[] Flirt and perhaps more, play to that side of Tao-an.
[] Play to his martial vanity, perhaps training with him and perhaps showing him the names of a few of the less classified spirits of horsemanship of the Southlands.
[] Pay more attention to Bai. He is the key, the Uncle of the Governor, and his brother is thus Tao-an's father.
[] If Kiralo becomes Envoy To The Army, crossing him would be dangerous. Point this out, discreetly. (Cannot choose with option just below)
[] Kiralo as an Envoy could be a...boon to Hari-Bueli, someone willing to listen to the issues and help navigate the bureaucracy to provide aid to the struggling border. Of course, if promised and not delivered…
[] Write-in, if you want, I suppose.

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A/N: Playing on the Envoy thing is sort of doubling your bet, in a way. Because ultimately if Kiralo fails, the whole house of cards tumbles to the ground. But if he succeeds in gaining the position, then as long as he can keep all of his promises and insinuations, he's golden.

Here it is. Stuff. Things.

Not that anyone gives a shit.
 
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Turn 5--C
Turn 5--Results C

How does it go?: 1d100=100+1d100+25=187

[X] Play to his martial vanity, perhaps training with him and perhaps showing him the names of a few of the less classified spirits of horsemanship of the Southlands.
[X] Kiralo as an Envoy could be a...boon to Hari-Bueli, someone willing to listen to the issues and help navigate the bureaucracy to provide aid to the struggling border. Of course, if promised and not delivered…



Kiralo was not that great of a swordsman, as such things were measured. He moved in, hacking close with the wooden blade. Violence and force were essential, and it was not an art for the faint or the weak, and so there was an advantage, for he had seen death streaming by mere inches from his face, an arrow loosed which might have killed him, and he'd stood and fought.

Ducked and dodged if need be, but never feared.

Tao-an, on the other hand, was a consummate duelist. Perhaps at the expense of actual martial skills, but he knew how to press the attack, and if he was not as physically fit, he made up for it in enthusiasm. His style was interesting as well. Aggressive, but there was control, like a dog at the end of a long rope, unable to make it snap.

Kiralo wondered idly whether he'd be a better or worse fighter if the rope snapped. It was hard to tell, really, he thought, sweating it out as they fought. Or rather ran through sets, since in Kiralo's experience a real fight didn't last an hour. The practice room was at least nice. In summer it would be cooled by ice spirits bound by scrolls to a device that boiled and cooled water. In the winter, it wasn't needed, and any chill could have been taken off if it was truly needed.

"You are not bad, as a warrior," Tao-an said. "In fact, you are matching me."

"I am not a trained duelist." Kiralo gave a grin that he knew was just the right sort of audacious to draw Tao-an in. "I am a far better warrior than duelist with a sword. Hand me a bow, or put me on the back of a horse, and we'll see how it goes."

"Maybe we will," Tao-an said, "I haven't ridden my horse in nearly a week. The girl might be jealous of all of the time I'd spent around the court and not on her back."

"Perhaps she will be. But I'm sure she'll be understanding," Kiralo said with a smile.

*****

Picture a lovely ditch, filled with slurry, amid a forest of trees and rocks, all covered faintly in frost and with animals hiding here and there, beneath the cold. Picture two horses galloping through it, riders on their backs. It was not the season for hunting, and yet Kiralo had wanted to ride through the same forests the Emperor had. He had permission, and it was a quiet place to talk, and yet the spirits that danced amid the woods, just out of sight but not out of mind, would make it far harder to sneak up on them than one might think.

After a long day's ride, the inexperienced or even the experienced but worn out might wish to lie on such a ditch, and let the slush claim his body as their own, rather than even dream to get on the back of that horse again. Hunting was not a pastime that Kiralo enjoyed, and he knew if he was far less fit for the back of a horse--born for it perhaps he wasn't, but birth mattered little--he would have dreaded that too.

Instead, the hunt bored him.

The race, on the other hand?

That was far more enjoyable. He laughed as he coaxed Gale forward. He'd had months to get used to this strange new place, and Kiralo's knowledge of the spirits of horses was very potent, and so even if he'd been antsy, Kiralo could have soothed it. So there he was, the finest beast alive, and the mount of some mere noble could no more keep up then she could fly.

Behind him were the guards, far enough back that neither Tao-an nor Kiralo were disturbed. Ahead of them were Kiralo's companions, clearing the way. Kiralo smiled, and turned back to Tao-an. "How about a challenge?"

"What challenge?" Tao-an said, leaning down on his horse. The man certainly looked good in riding gear, that much was true, but Kiralo had decided that certain things would be a distraction. It was not as if he did not have experience in self-denial, and it had been surprisingly easy to let time and the dangers which beset the Empire chill any such thoughts.

"Follow me. And hit what I hit. Within a handspan, let us say." In a single motion Kiralo pulled out his bow, knowing Tao-an had bought his bow, and began to whisper the names of the spirits. The spirits of the wind and the spirits of the arrow's flight, the spirits of metal and the spirits that rested within the very act of a warrior. Spirits gave their quiet assent and strengthened the lung of his horse, the muscles on his arm...everything.

This was what he lived for, and he slowed down. The horse was barely trotting, but Kiralo planned on changing that. First, a simple target. He picked a branch and in a moment there was an arrow right in the center of it. The branch quivered for a moment, already burdened by snow, but did not fall.

Tao-an's arrow, within maybe a finger of Kiralo's, was enough that the branch bent, and Kiralo picked the next target, a knot on a far tree, just barely in sight. He let it fly, and this time Tao-an took a moment to aim before his shot hit about a quarter hand from the center of the knot.

Kiralo picked up his pace, and this time he shot low, a fallen tree on the ground, and waited until he was halfway past to do it, twisting a little as he whispered the names of the spirits, as much from habit as necessity, for it was an easy shot.

Behind him Tao-an picked up the pace, and the cold day grew warmer as they chased each other. By the time Gale was going at a cantor, and he was shooting on the fly, Tao-an was barely keeping up. But Kiralo increased the speed still more and in a one-two-three hit three different trees, his body twisting this way and that to aim in a matter of moments, the spirits of speed screeching in his ears as Gale all but conquered the field.

Yet behind him, despite his utter loss, Tao-an was laughing.

*****

The best thing after a hard day's work was a hot bath, so the Csiritan saying went, and as Kiralo stripped off his clothes and walked into the semi-private baths that were attached to the Hari-Bueli suites. He stretched his muscles, tired after the day's ride, and stepped into the steam filled room and walked towards the pool, sliding himself in and sighing at the feeling of the warmth over his muscles.

Csiritans were the greatest fanatics when it came to baths, it was a habit they'd picked up, and some Csiritans insisted on bathing every day, or even multiple times a day. Even the peasants had the habit of bathing at least once a week, and many villages had a hot springs or personal bath, if they had anything to spare for such a luxury.

In the Southlands, they said that this was proof that the Csiritans were effete, but considering the cities themselves had public baths that were quite popular, this was pure folly. Kiralo stretched slightly and asked Tao-an, "So, did you learn anything?"

"Never compete in archery with a Rassit on horseback. I get now why they gave us so much trouble, though I'm not sure what to do about it."

"Force them to run or be bottled up. No Rassit Captain would ever allow his men to actually face a fair fight." Kiralo grinned and looked over at Tao-an. Again, a moment of temptation, now that both were naked in a bath together. He allowed himself to appreciate Tao-an's looks, without dwelling too much on the desire nudging the back of his mind.

"Ha! And what good is a fair fight?" Tao-an asked. "We've seen how the Bueli take to fair fights. They think they're the most unfair thing there is. You're a real captain, aren't you? You have your own group of Rassit?"

"Of course I am," Kiralo said.

"Your father, though. Everyone knows that he couldn't lift a dagger to save the Emperor's life. A...coward, some might say."

"My father is brave in certain ways, but most of all he is a moral coward." Kiralo shook his head, eyes hot with anger he'd suppressed, "Compared to that, his mere lack of martial aptitude is forgiveable. I share very little with him, other than apparently our looks."

"I've been told that down South you were some sort of courtier among the barbarians, and a poet?"

"I did many things down south. It's the way a man lives there. You do what it takes to survive, and once you have that, you thrive. I spent much time arguing with people over religion."

"The Judges?" Tao-an asked with a sigh.

Kiralo laughed. "In the Southlands, we haven't even gotten that far."

Tao-an nodded. "So, you're the Captain of a few Rassit?"

"Eight hundred. They're on the border, waiting. And they are not going to be waiting very long." Kiralo's voice was forceful now, and his gestures emphatic, "Because my own power is waxing. I'll be blunt. If you go and meet Prince Jinhai and listen to his words, it will be a mistake."

"He is a prince of the blood. Merely talking to that able servant and friend of the Emperor is now...a mistake?"

Ah. That was how it was going to be. "It could be. We track closer to conflicts, no doubt due to misunderstandings since never would a Prince of the blood, as you called him--"

"Do anything treasonous at all," Tao-an said. "If you actually have proof of his guilt of anything, tell me Cs-Kiralo, I throw myself upon your bold warrior's honesty."

"Ha. Ha." Kiralo rolled his eyes, and then dared a splash of water in Tao-an's direction. "There is no proof. Just a few suspicions. What matters is this. Either way, within the next month I will be the Envoy to the Army. The official link between the Imperial Household and the Council of Generals. I am moving up in the world, and I will not merely be a crony of my father's. You've seen today that I am a warrior. But listen to the rumors of battles I have fought and know that I am a general of my own sort as well."

Kiralo shrugged, "Hari-Bueli is a priority, and yet if war comes, do you think anyone will help you? Do you think that Prince Jinhai will spare a thought to your situation? And, let's say he wins, then what? He'll be a man who has survived a civil war and overthrown a boy. Perhaps done worse to him, a boy who has done nobody any harm."

Kiralo swam forward a little, "And he'll have gained control of a weakened Empire. Will he then have the strength to do what he was not willing to do before? Will the Bueli merely watch this without trying to interfere? They won't. Cs-Tao-an, you need to understand this. I will act in such a way to see Hari-Bueli triumph over Bueli. The destruction of their forces on the border, and perhaps the building of a stronger set of forts."

"But to do that, I need your support. And if I am the Envoy To the Army, I can reward that support rather highly. And I will be. As steam rises and Iinori falls, I shall gain the position. Hari-Bueli doesn't need to commit a single soldier to the war, it does not need to send its men to die fighting other Csiritans."

"It doesn't?" Tao-an asked, thoughtfully.

"No. It merely needs to stand out of the way. If you don't want to take a side, if you do not wish to be so bold as to fight a civil war." Kiralo leaned in and waited for the answer.

He knew the answer. He had something.

*****

But far hotter than any steam bath would be the conflict with Qing'lu. Kiralo wanted to compromise with the man, but that itself would be very difficult. But then again, what exactly does he want from Qing'lu? And what is he willing to promise.

For Qing'lu is a crafty man, and even at this late juncture, though everything seems to be lining up, he could yet be the gust of wind that ruins the perfect loosed bolt.

What is promised? (Can choose as many as you want)

[] Independence from Kuojah, and policies that are less tied to him.
[] Support for Qing'lu's candidates for various offices, obviously regardless of their quality. That's how the game works.
[] Support his policies to the Emperor and in the Council regarding…
-[] Southland Policy.
-[] Military allocation of resources.
-[] Pet projects.
[] Prioritize Qing'lu's interests in other fields, such as his ties to Hari-Su merchants and other such elements. Actions outside of the sphere of military matters, in other words.
[] The pay in arrears is still a major issue to Qing'lu, even if it has been carefully defused. Discuss going further with that.
[] Write-in.

What is asked for (Can choose as many as you want. Obviously, you know, look at the above and this and think about it. Also, not all promises are equal.)

[] Support for Kiralo's bid to be the Envoy.
[] Support for any cavalry reforms Kiralo attempts. He is the person to ask about that.
[] Opened doors with Hari-Su and Nestirin political figures.
[] Support for getting his mercenaries across that damn border.
[] Support on any State Action
-[] Name it. Use the list of this turn's State Actions. Different actions he can aid more or less, and how willing he is to aid in such a way of course depends on a number of factors.
[] Kiralo doesn't have people, but if he does in the future, getting them commissions or patronage or even jobs might be within Qing'lu's power.
[] Support for one type of court action.
-[] Gain a boost of some type to next turn's (and Turn A's as well, I'll explain that later) actions in a category: Diplomacy, Stewardship, Intrigue, Martial, Learning, Magic. The boost depends, and will be unsteady depending on the action, but a turn's boosted action does mean something.
[] Information. Specifically, he hates Kuojah. Surely he has gossip on the man, and surely he's been trying to act against Kuojah, withint he bounds of the law. Perhaps he could share some of this.
[] Different information: What does he know and think of his fellows? The other four leading generals are each very important men to know about.
[] Write-in.

*****
A/N: Alright, and here we go. The next update after this will include everything else left, including Judge Not, and I'll finally make the roll to see just whether you're going to become the Envoy.
 
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Turn 5--Results, D

Give:
[X] Support his policies to the Emperor and in the Council regarding…
-[X] Southland Policy.
-[X] Pet projects.
[X] Prioritize Qing'lu's interests in other fields, such as his ties to Hari-Su merchants and other such elements. Actions outside of the sphere of military matters, in other words.
[X] The pay in arrears is still a major issue to Qing'lu, even if it has been carefully defused. Discuss going further with that.
In Exchange For...
[X] Support for getting his mercenaries across that damn border.
[X] Opened doors with Hari-Su and Nestirin political figures.
[X] Support for one type of court action.
-[X] Diplomacy
[X] Different information: What does he know and think of his fellows? The other four leading generals are each very important men to know about.


1d100=88

Kiralo looked across at the other man. Qing'lu looked as if he might have once been a warrior. He looked as if he had risen to where he was through competence, and that competence included a healthy grasp of spirits. For all that he was clearly well into his forties, he was as whole and healthy as a warrior who knew the spirits could be, and his dark eyes were keen, even thoughtful, as they tracked across Kiralo's face, searching for any weakness.

There was something casual about the gaze, something almost perfunctory, like someone digging into a bowl of fruit for the last plum. And that was a word for it. Everyone in this court was like that, in a way.

Searching out bits of sweetness, digging out power and position, and yet to be looked on like that made him wonder with Qing'lu saw.

Kiralo allowed none of this to show on his face. His braid was formal, his robes carefully cut. Red, with a hint of purple in some of the patterns that crisscrossed the front. Not an Imperial color in sight, not yet. Until he had an official position, he did not have the right to wear any colors at all.

Qing'lu, his features strong and hard, wore with pride silver in great quantities and rather more carefully, a hint of blue at the edge of the silver, small flowers in the sheer silver against the darker, non-imperial blue. A proud man, and powerful, but not one who stepped beyond a certain presumption.

Finally, Kiralo knew he had to speak. "Thank you for meeting with me, Cs-Qing'lu. I know that your time is an important resource."

"Some might say that." Qing'lu shrugged, "I say that it is attention that is a resource. Time is a flowing river that sweeps us all along. History is a harsh mistress--"

"And war harsher still," Kiralo interrupted.

"Yes. It is." Qing'lu's eyes closed for a moment, "You seek to become the Envoy, do you? We have not needed one in nearly a decade. Now we need one, is that your claim?"

"The matter with the pay in arrears, stil being withheld, the coming tensions, the attacks on our Western border, are these are illusions?" Kiralo asked. "As much as the world has solidity, and as much as the spirits and the Gods and the Ten watch us, are these things lies or unimportant?"

"I get it," Qing'lu said, and Kiralo knew that perhaps he should take a less formal register. "I understand your point. But what to do about the pay?"

"What do you want me to do?" Kiralo asked. "I will have power and influence, and I am not a fool. I take advice given, as long as it is good. And I am not going to let petty differences stain the relationship between throne and army."

"Reinstate the pay, in full. In the next month."

Kiralo did not wince, but he knew it was a dangerous game. His father, Kuojah, had been holding it back for a reason, but the time for it might have passed. If war was going to come soon, it was going to come, and so perhaps now was the moment to be generous. But if he did it because of Qing'lu, the other man would take the credit.

That was the point.

Kiralo considered this for a moment. But he wasn't Qing'lu's enemy, for all that the other man's tone bordered somewhere between hostile and aggressive. Or rather, there was an edge to it, like a dagger not drawn. This was a man who was willing to make an enemy of Kuojah and stick it out to the end, he wasn't going to be brushed aside easily.

So, let him take credit.

"Very well," Kiralo said. "And of course, since you are from Hari-Su, in military matters consulting you would be vital."

"And perhaps in other matters as well," Qing'lu said, and then he snapped his fingers and a serving girl, looking flustered and a little afraid, bobbed in. She looked almost like a bird, the way she fluttered about, her teeth blackened in what was a fashion among some women, and Qing'lu looked at her for a moment before barking out: "Get this fine gentleman something to drink. We have a long conversation ahead! Perhaps food as well. You know what sort, girl."

Kiralo knew then that there were going to be more requests, but that didn't matter. A drink would be good.

*****

So would two, when it came with the meal laid out before him. Strips of steak, cut finely and mixed with spices and rice and slices of fruit, in a style of food that he'd only ever seen in the Southlands. It was amazing, the way the flavorful beef and the spice and the sweetness alll combined to create a power that was grounded in the rice, brown rice in this case. It was a dish worthy of a thousand memories, and now he wished that his companions were here. They would have felt as much nostalgia as he did for it.

Kiralo realized that he missed the Southlands, then, eating the food slowly, his chopsticks always at the ready as he began to talk on the matter of the Southlands themselves.

"War is not likely, I'm sure you know that. Have you heard about the war between the Seventeen Cities and the other forces down south?" Kiralo asked, between bites, just before he took another sip of rice wine.

"Yes. Everyone hears reports of it. You are famous for a victory in a battle that shouldn't have been fought. It makes them tired, I assume. War exhausts treasuries and destroys kingdoms." Qing'lu shook his head. "There are many who would prefer anything but war, in all cases."

"History sweeps us along, as a river," Kiralo said, throwing the other man's insinuations earlier back at him. "We do as we must. What must you do?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"What must you do that I can help you with," Kiralo asked.

"We shall see, but I know that there is always a price. So let's understand that right now. What can I do for you?" Qing'lu set his hands down on the table, carefully placing his chopsticks so as to face away from any one person, as was only polite.

"I'm curious about your work on the council. There are many generals, and yet it is said that four are--"

"Out with it!" Qing'lu said. "There are only five people who actually matter, and you know it. Don't say 'it is said' as if I might be using spirits of hearing to catch your words on the winds."

"Very well, then, what do you think of your fellows? Do you trust them, what would you have me know about them?"

A very important question, in its own way. Because Kiralo knew that what he wanted Kiralo to know wouldn't always be the truth, but it would be a perspective. He wouldn't lie in an obvious way, and even a lie could point towards the truth.

"I would have you know that Cs-Kuang is never going to be your friend. You might think he will be, because he supports your ascent now, but he has his own ambitions, and he's a dog at Kuojah's feet." Qing'lu snarled the last words, but added, "But he is a clever old man, lecherous and treacherous in equal degrees. At least he is not a poser, a player at martial prowess. From what I have seen of him, he was a very solid and skilled general in his time, but his time has long since passed. He stays up only because of Kuojah, and…"

Qing'lu's voice now became a little mocking, "And anyone who relies on the life of a sick old man for all of their power is resting their ambitions in a single strand of silk."

"I understand this," Kiralo said, brusquely.

"So trust Cs-Kuang only as long as you are your father's man. No longer."

Kiralo nodded, though he understood that Qing'lu shouldn't be trusted at all. "And Li-Jan?"

"I dislike him, though I can't quite say why. The bearded wonder manages to be very up-in-the-air, siding with everyone. I think he thinks he thinks...Gods." Qing'lu shook his head. "He knows that in the case of a war, his home will not be hurt, and if he was a little less wise, I think he might have led the push to attack. As it was, that wasn't him at all. It was Ha'dong, and I went along with him."

"Ha'dong led the charge?"

"Yes, out of shame. He had been positive, or at least neutral, to the Prince before the Emperor's death. He had attempted to have the Emperor use the Prince to gain the loyalty of the people and pacify the Sea Raiders, though there were always problems. He was ambitious, and cunning, and yet in the end Prince Jinhai disappointed him by becoming an enemy, that's how I see it. So his weak, conditional support turned, as wine might ferment, into a blind hatred to destroy a man who might have hurt his reputation."

"That is one explanation," Kiralo said. "Or fear. I can't imagine Kuojah would leave that stone unturned. Yet my father could hardly openly censure someone from pressing to act against a suspected traitor, at least…"

Kiralo trailed off, thoughtfully, "What about Juae?"

"I think he likes being the deciding vote, and wants to do something to be remembered." Qing'lu snorted. "He doesn't want to be a great general, but he wants to be a man like Hanin who introduced a system or a weapon or...something that changed the world. It's why he pushes his pet projects all the time, his little reorganizations and his elite units…"

Kiralo frowned. "That doesn't mean the ideas are bad."

"Does it? If you listen to a million voices you will make half a million mistakes." That was a quote by a famous scholar, Kiralo thought. It was talking about the virtue and justice of the philosopher-Emperor, and the folly of thinking that the voice of the people represented the voices or will of the Gods.

"We'll see," Kiralo said.

"Ah, he's got his hooks into you. Gods have mercy."

"They have so far. But I need more than that. I'd like to ask for your help in learning about and talking to the people who matter in Hari-Su and Nestirin, if I'm going to do all that you've asked."

"For you? I suppose so. What else? I assume you want help for that mercenary band of yours?"

"Yes. I need them here. You want them here, if you're going to fight a war."

"I...suppose that makes sense." Qing'lu nodded. "We shall see what good they do when they arrive. Anything else?"

Kiralo gave a full, toothy smile, his perfect, graceful Csiritan features managing to look quite as acquisitive as Qing'lu's rougher features.

******

What is acquired is lost. All that is acquired is lost. The Judges see you, they see your sins as they drape themselves across you. Like a thousand snakes they slither across your back, they slither down onto the ground. That is what you are, a serpent.

In the Southlands, that is all they say. The Csiritans are snakes. And? Snakes and men are not so different, so the philosopher says. They live and die, they are longer than they are wide...at least in most cases, and more than that, they are made by the Gods. Their bite brings life and death, the way they circle and slither through life is not all that different from human life...there were a thousand reasons why snakes were so important.

But it wasn't something you could explain in the Southlands. Not like here.

He knelt at the altar, surrounded by hundreds of people just like him. The ten altars were not really the focus. They were merely a thing to look at while contemplating something deeper.

Who were the Ten Judges? What did they Judge? Virtue, all sages answered. But in what way? Did each of them judge a different aspect of a man, or different sorts of men, and if so, by what scheme?

There was a sage who claimed to have been inspired by the Gods themselves, in the Southlands currently. Kiralo had thought his idea fascinating, if clearly heterodox. Just as a soul could transform and change, be stretched and even destroyed, or so legend said, so too could time. The Ten Judges, he claimed, judged a person at ten points in their life. As a babe, as a child, as a young man...and so on until the moment of death.

And each of these impressions, each of these selves, might be cast into punishment to work off the term of their evils, or into a happy abode...separately.

It was clearly heresy of some kind, but Kiralo had been tickled by the idea. And in the Southlands, where allies were rare, there was less pressure to conform. Everyone was needed, or at least anyone who actually believed in the Gods and the Ten Judges was enough.

The press of bodies, the smell of scented oils, it all made it hard to concentrate, but Kiralo concentrated still. His mother.was down there, all were down there. And what did Kiralo think?

He thought it was all a game. Or rather, it was fine to debate, but too many people chose a scheme of the Ten Judges that benefitted them. The man who killed and lorded over others thought there was a Judge of Nobles who would compare him only to others in the same position, would forgive him those evils that were normal for his class.

And the same with any other way to interpret it. While it mattered in some senses, it was best to obey the Gods and try to be as good as could be, and leave the judgement for those trained in it.

So he prayed that day, and in coming days.

The Hall of the Ten Judges was vast, and the statues were all beautiful in their own way. White marble and black stone, gems in some and yet others stood brazenly unadorned. Some represented a person, others a concept...it was a cavernous hall, and the floors were bare and hard enough that the knees of a supplicant who did not bring a pillow ached.

And that, perhaps, was the point.

On the first day, he felt little, and yet in the second day, as he took two hours of his time to contemplate the judges, to move through the history of war and death that was his past, through the blood that stained him in ways he couldn't see, he felt something. It was almost like that single silken thread Qing'lu had spoken of.

A sensation of something precarious and small and delicate, something if he blinked would be gone. He had never felt like that, but once, and that years and years ago, when his mother died. And so he stilled himself. Tried to focus on it by not focusing.

And yet his mind drifted. His mother's funeral, her burial, the little details. It all seemed to fill his head as he began to run through the prayers again.

"See me know me judge me, see me know me judge me." Ten repetitions of that traditional prayer, and he felt something, it was even harder to define, and he heard whispering. Heard fluttering, and then he felt it down his spine. A spirit had descended, something with fingers of a sort, though he knew it was likely invisible. The fingers reached up and clumsily brushed themselves against his cheek, and then he heard it.

His ears screamed to hear it, he couldn't interpret it, couldn't understand it. Once he had fallen off his horse when he was but a boy. He hadn't been trampled, but he'd almost broken a bone. That pain was as being lightly slapped to this. It filled his world, and if he was standing, he would have collapsed, but as it was he fought to keep in a scream of agony. It was the kind of pain that defines you, that shapes your every inch until you felt hollowed out. Hallowed out, too. The pain kept on rising and rising and then he felt as if he had a name for the pain, a definition for the agony.

Aiyistin. It felt like only an approximation, as if trying to capture the sound of the long pause before someone says something that changes everything...but the names of spirits were always like that. It was as if the sounds themselves were merely an approximation. Though this felt more.

When he opened his eyes, he realized he must have been silently weeping, because the world was blurred and when he rose he saw that he had spent more hours than he'd thought there. The crowds had thinned, and his steps were unsteady and uncertain.

The name echoed in his head, and he felt changed.

Kiralo didn't know whether to tell anyone, and so the next day when he came back, he didn't talk about that.

The three Judges before him who he requested to see didn't know it, or if they could see it, they didn't speak on it. One was wearing a grey mask, another a white and a third a black mask, their bodies shrouded by their robes. The dead, the ghosts, and their memories in the world. White, black, and grey.

And though they were not adorned at all, they were powerful and potent priests.

"You presided over his funeral?" Kiralo asked.

"Yes," the middle figure said, his voice strangely high and reedy. His black mask was turned in black incomprehension and fear, as the ghosts felt. "The ceremony was done properly, and there was no ghost, nor has any been reported."

"How was...his son, his daughters?" Kiralo asked. "I have not seen the girls lately."

"Seclusion," the man in the white mask said, "Is entirely proper for such young girls. The Emperor took it with manful and great calm, and yet he was surely grieving."

Kiralo suspected that this great calm was fictional. An invention. Kiralo had been the Emperor, losing his only parent--the only one that mattered--and so he imagined tears. He imagined that at best the boy had been dry of tears on the last day of the funeral, when the body was shown before it was buried and the pond created over it, having cried so much he had nothing left.

Thrown everything down on the ground as if in offering, as if to water the weeds and grow a new mother, when in truth all of the tears of the world could not bring back a single woman--

Man. Could not bring back a single man.

The funeral had been traditional, and lavish, but one thing had apparently stood out to them. Could they see souls? It was hard to credit, but one of them, near the end of the interview, shuffled a little when asked about the Emperor's spirits. Surely they were passed onto the son, those who were not with the body and thus impure and needing of cleansing in the vaults which held the spirits of the dead, down below?

He hadn't answered, but an hour later, a man in livery befitting that of a servant of a Priest of a Judge, came to Kiralo's rooms with a message.

'All of the spirits were somehow tainted, and clung not to his body. We had to put all of them in the vault. Do not speak of it. This message will devour itself.'

It crumpled inward even as this was said, and the ink smeared and ran away.

Why him? Had they told the authorities? The secret keepers? The...well, the department that didn't actually exist? Though even if they had, who could admit such a thing was true?

It was...damned unusual, to say the least.

*****

He had set it all up, prepared long and hard for this, and yet there was still that fear that it all might come tumbling down. He'd worked hard, convincing not merely the people in charge but also the bureaucrats at the Sub-Department of Offices, and for all of that, there was a reward. Effort beyond effort, a rush to meet the deadline, and on the last day possible, the last day before New Years Week began...a letter arrived.

On gold, and bordered in silver. The seal was green, and the ink on the golden paper was blue. It was even mimed into something approximating the hand of the Emperor, or at least a simple style that could be believably by the hand of a young boy...if that young boy was, in fact, a principled and great scholar.

'Cs-Kiralo. On the last day of the New Years ceremonies, you shall be presented with the position of Imperial Envoy to the Council of Generals and the Army. Details of its stipend shall be decided by my lessers. If your honor or obligations make this position an impossibility, please indicate so immediately and privately.'

A public refusal would of course destroy any man's career, no matter how great. Manuever was for privacy.

No mask in the world, whether the courtier's mask of flesh or the priest's physical mask, could have hidden the grin that raced across Kiralo's face.

*****

-[X][State influence] Envoy of the Army x2
Need: 65, Rolled: 1d100+14+5+5+5 (Success on a few more things)+1 (Strange Quarters)+1 (Impressing Qing'lu)=38, 119...good thing that you put two dice into it.


Effects: !!!


-[X][Court Actions] The New Emperor's Boys...Part 2 x2
Need:40, Rolled: 60, 65

Effect: +1 Influence, options.

x-[X][Court Actions] Ride Along Friends
Need: 45, Rolled: 73

Effects: Reduce/eliminate the penalty, aids other actions.

-[X][Court Actions] Going South x2
Need: 50, Rolled: 27, 85 (1d100+14)

Effect: Options, support.

x-[X][Court Actions] To the West
Need: 25, Rolled: 1d100+12=96

Effect: Options, support.

-[X][Court Actions] Building the Case, Part 2: I'm Smart Enough
Need: 35, Rolled: 40

Effect: Bonus to roll.


-[X][Court Actions] Wooing the Hari-Bueli x2
Need: 45, Rolled: 1d100+12+1=21, 105

Effect: Options! Huge success!


-[X][Court Actions] Judge Not
Need: 30, Rolled: 1d100+5+2+4=94

Sub rolls: 58, 97!

97+72=169

Spirits?: 1d100=99, 99+26=125.

Effect: Information! Options! ???, ???, ???!!

A/N: Alright, and next is the Turn Rumors, and then we start a special turn...New Years turn! Less options, less Influence, and all based around a very local and limited event, so just Court actions.
 
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