Melancholia in Jade
"So whatever happened to that Immaculate after you spared her?" Asked Nilul, who was spread languorously over the silk divan of their barge. There was only idle curiosity in her tone, a voice that conveyed only the fashionable disinterest of a cosmopolitan scion.
Above, the richly full moon stared down at them, an ever-open eye. Around, the waters of Dragon's Sigh Lake lapped soothingly against the black teak of their craft, carrying them ever onwards to Shimmering Opal Island.
Ulyssian was desperately trying to find an avenue by which to train. This idleness and opulence was maddening. He had resorted to isometric exercises, and had only half an ear open to the "conversation" before him.
"What?" he replied, "Oh, Ledaal Syryns. Zao took her away, presumably to interrogate her. I don't know what occurred after that. I've been focused on my own training."
"You don't say!" Nilul's tone was shocked. She sat bolt upright, fixing him with her eyes.
Ulyssian snorted. "It may come as a surprise to you, but I, too, am capable of a day's hard work. If necessary, of course."
"Your life must be full of necessity," she exhaled, gazing admiringly at him.
Ulyssian only grunted in response, glancing over to their sister barge where Moon and Saery sat, engaged in subdued but earnest conversation. Moon looked pleasant this evening. She wore a strapless dress of dark blue that left her shoulders bare, and a single rose of the same hue in her hair. Silhouetted in the light of her namesake, her skin was so translucent that it seemed faintly to glow.
Catching his eye, Moon made as if to wave, but then caught herself, seeming to remember that they were supposed to be estranged in public. A startled expression briefly came over her before she abruptly turned away, puffing out her cheeks as she huffed. A faint blush came over those cheeks as she realized how badly she'd failed. Saery, looking his way as well, merely raised an eyebrow.
Behind him, Nilul sighed. "That girl... she's completely hopeless. Basically as bad as you, though in different ways. She's cute though, don't you think?"
Ulyssian glared blankly at her for a moment. He had no energy for Nilul's mind games, and told her so. To this, Nilul merely emitted a long-suffering sigh, and turned the conversation to more straightforward topics, like the next meeting of the Incompetents Society.
It was true, they hadn't met since he'd Exalted; he'd simply been too busy with training. In learning to adapt his speed on the battlefield to subtler, more controlled environments, he'd gained nearly preternatural skill at sleight of hand. Zao also had him on a brutal tactical regimen, drilling endlessly on plans for countless varying scenarios: honor duels, small unit tactics, Legion command, mixed Legion and Naval operations, cooking contests, printing a book, infiltrating a fortress to defend its bakers from sabotage. The last had been particularly maddening. Nonetheless, he was beginning to feel a sense of generalized excellence, a means of navigating adeptly the once-inscrutable river called Fate. It was not a state he could maintain for long, but its general applicability was incredibly useful.
Not long after, they reached Shimmering Opal Island, upon which was built the enormous Opaline Palace, a Cynis-ruled casino and den of black-market activity. Nilul's plan had called for him to be paired with Saery and herself to be paired with Moon, an arrangement that would help maintain the facade that he and Moon had attempted to uphold.
So far, things had not gone well, but the damage was contained to only Saery, who smiled brightly at him as they walked towards the gates of the Palace. Those gates, great riveted plates of bronze and brass, swung on oiled hinges to admit them. Inside was a cauldron of luxurious debauchery, revelrous cacophony and the clattering of obels, opium-smoke plumes tinged blue in the light of brightmoth lanterns.
Further into the card pits, male and female dancers gyrated enthusiastically on the stage, casting a play of light and shadow against the walls. Ulyssian made his way to the exchange booth, carefully changing a full roll of obels into stacks of brightly colored chips. Each was intricately carved, depicting scenes of martial glory and decadent excess. The mortal accountant that managed the booth, a studious-looking man with deep worry-lines worn into his face, gave him a well-meaning but somewhat hapless smile.
As they walked away, Saery leaned over to whisper to him. "That man's family used to own the palace. They built its reputation on being one of the fairest and best-policed gambling dens on the Western Coast. Then the Cynis destroyed them when they got too big, and really cranked up the profit margins on this place."
"You really are well-informed," Ulyssian observed.
"Um!" Saery shrugged. "It's my duty as the heir of House Nellens. We pride ourselves on doing a lot with a little."
"I can see why Zao admitted you," he noted unreservedly.
Saery stopped and looked at him. "Did... you just compliment me?!"
"I suppose," he said, wondering why they'd stopped.
"But you never compliment anyone!" She frowned. "I don't think I remember a single time when you've said anything nice about anyone but, maybe Zao. It's not just a Uly thing to do!"
He paused, trying to remember. He was sure he'd complimented Moon or Hero at least once or twice, when they were training. "I just say what I feel, and I'm not often impressed. But you really are impressively well-connected and informed."
"Aww, thanks Uly." She patted him on the arm, sporting a genuine smile.
"Don't... call me Uly."
"You know," she continued, "you're going to have to get used to speaking more diplomatically. Zao talks like that because he's so powerful, no one can challenge him without an army behind them. But if you're going to inherit House Sesus, you'll have to work hard to make the other House Heads see you as anything but an upstart!"
"What makes you think I'm going to inherit House Sesus?" He narrowed his eyes.
"Nilul told me she thought it was probably Zao's plan for you," she said straightforwardly. "Am I wrong?"
"Not entirely," he admitted. "We're not sure what the best path forward is."
Saery hmmed. "Well, what else is there? You're a great fit for the Legions, but they've all been folded into the House armies, which only makes inter-House advancement a better prospect. There's the Navy, but you're more of a marine than a sailor, which means you're not suited for their command-level posts. The Magistracy? The Thousand Scales? I don't see you becoming an Immaculate Monk, that's for sure!"
"What? You don't think I'm a good fit for the Immaculate Order?"
She giggled. "Thanks for sparing Syryns, by the way. I'm sure she didn't mean it, the whole Anathema thing. Her Hunts are usually right, though. Almost always they get their man."
Ulyssian suddenly felt inordinately guilty about the part he had to play. "You don't suspect me of being Anathema?"
"Uly! Don't joke about that!" Saery's eyes widened as she slapped him on the shoulder, only half-playfully. "Look, I know you only Exalted last month, and Zao's covering that up for some reason. I won't ask why! But... you know you can tell me stuff too, right?"
Ulyssian grimaced. This was harder than he'd thought. "I can't. I'm not authorized. Sorry, Saery. I don't like lying to my friends. I have few enough as it is."
"I understand," she replied, tone sincere. "I'm sure the Headmaster has his reasons, and they're probably really important. If I can't know, I can't know. That's just a part of living in this crazy Dynasty."
"Tell me about it," he grumbled. "All too often I wish I could solve a problem with my sword, instead of words."
"Don't solve me with your sword!" Saery hastily exclaimed, displaying open palms.
They laughed, and went on to cheat others out of their money. And when, at the end of the night, the Opaline Palace had had one of its least profitable days ever, the Cynis legbreakers came for them -
And Ulyssian found a problem that his sword could solve, after all.
Not that they'd have found the money he and Nilul had won, given where he'd stowed it.
[You have acquired Resources 4]
If you can guess where they stowed the jade before the next update, I'll award the thread 50,000 XP.
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Saery has a point. What is your future to hold? What position should you really aim to occupy in the space of the Realm? This is a very important decision point, so think carefully before marking your answer!
[ ] Vagabond Adventurer / Silent Operative - As an Anathema in truth, it would be tremendously inconvenient if you were to be exposed and lose the majority of your power base. That simply is too great a risk to take, so you should focus your efforts on personal power above all. Many young Dynasts engage in war tourism and adventuring once they graduate from secondary or finishing school. Under the guise of the same, you can covertly advance the agenda of Zao while remaining free of obligations to House and Realm. Creation may be ending in five decades, but the Dynasts certainly aren't acting like it. With this month's winnings, you should have little trouble financing such expeditions yourself.
[ ] Satrapal Posting - An area far from the center of Immaculate power, where its dogma is less likely to hold sway. Satrapal officials have immense leeway over the affairs of the place they govern, and you will be able to build up a power base somewhat independent of the Realm itself. If you are revealed, and you have consolidated power appropriately, you can always rebel and use your martial power to ensure your defiance sticks. Or simply kill anyone who dares to accuse you of being Anathema.
[ ] The Admiralty - Zao's incontestable sway in this particular arena makes it a good choice for rapid official advancement and recognition. As the single largest military arm of the Realm, and the only one maintained independent of the Houses, the Imperial Navy controls the flow of trade across the Inland Sea and is responsible for the security of the Blessed Isle's heartland. An indispensable tool of policy-makers, it cannot afford to be underfunded even as it takes crippling losses in the West. An opportunity therefore arises for a young Dynast to make his name, and his mark, in the world...
[ ] House Sesus - With great power comes great debauchery. Yes, you may be forced to attend parties and perform tedious negotiations, but there is certainly no official post you can occupy that would exert more strength than the Head of a Great House. Sesus is the second-greatest military power on the face of Creation, surpassed only by Cathak, and perhaps you can rectify that. The shadow of Sesus falls across hundreds of millions of lives spanning ten thousand miles of occupied territories. It is the jade-plated fist of the Realm, and its ruler is one of the most powerful men alive. The risks, of course...
[ ] Write-In: Anything is possible! You are an Exalted Dynast of the Great House of Sesus, after all, and your legend is only beginning to be wrought.
Also, will you tell Saery of your true nature? Of course, Zao would have to fill her in first. You can probably convince him to tell her by telling him that she already suspects something. Well, that or have her killed.
[ ] Tell Saery - She's a good friend, and deserves to know the truth.
[ ] Don't Tell Saery - She already said she understands, and meant it. It's too risky.