Winning option :
350.
Spent 70 000 Galleons , 27800 remaining.
Obtained 350 Elves.
Winter 1986
December 10th 1986
-[X] Slug Club : The return.
Horace Slughorn, retired Hogwarts teacher and famous potionneer finally got out of his self imposed exile by inviting anyone of skill to a party. Having had bad experiences about those in the past, Dace did some investigation and, to his surprise, he learned that while the undead tried to get to the man, a few mislabelled potions vial made it so they all died in a fire before they could get to him.
-[X]Organize the Wedding:
Advertising and invitations. Martha agreed to a lavish wedding, and that people she didn't know would see her get married. In fact, she almost looked proud of it, considering how possessive she 's been of you lately.
--[X]Tea with Slughorn: + 3 RP
For once, Dace could indulge in public drinking without anybody judging him for it. He was, if not enjoying it, at least content. People were buzzing all around the room and at its center, Horace Slughorn was sitting completely at ease.
Or at least it was what he was trying to project, Martha whispered to him. Now that he knew what to look for, the man had indeed lost weight and looked paler, though a quick detection spell revealed that that pallor wasn't due to magic.
Still, it was good manners to come and greet the host of the party and as he began moving, he felt Martha's arms coil around his. He looked ar her a bit and he nodded appreciatively. Her hair was pulled up into a sleek looking bun held up by bejeweled pins while her dress robes were cut in order to show off her impressive cleavage while remaining on the tasteful side of fashion.
The young woman almost preened under Dace's attention as they walked towards Horace, who looked up away from his current discussion partner, Amos Diggory, and immediately noticed him.
"Dace, my lad! I haven't seen you in years!" He got up and signalled him to come here." Come here, come here." Dace did, while the retired potions professor made a show of looking him up and down. "The potions regimen did wonders on you, look at you! Not even a wrinkle, this must help with the ladies." He wagged his eyebrows while looking at Martha who raised a hand to her mouth and giggled.
He had to think for a second, because Martha
never giggled. The closest she ever got was when she had that strange laugh when dealing with letters from his admirers.
Dace looked around, people were looking at them. It seemed she was doing it for the gallery's sake.
"Indeed." He put on expression number 4 , the 'warm smile.'
The still portly older man then told them to follow him and raised his wand, clearing his voice and getting once more the attention of the crowds.
"If you will excuse me, my dear guests, I have a bit of a present for our soon to be newlyweds. However, it requires some secrecy, so I hope you'll forget me for absconding with them for a few minutes. Don't worry though, there's more than enough food and conversation to be had here!" He jested, causing the guests to titter as he turned around with a flamboyant flutter from his cloak and led Dace and Martha to another room.
As he closed the door and leaned against it, his eyes critically scanned Dace.
"When was the last time you had a check up?" He asked, looking a bit more somber than usual, leading the younger man to raise an eyebrow.
"It will be seven years next month." He answered, having a bad feeling where the conversation was going. Slughorn nodded and waved his wand, very illegal spells coming right out of his mouth, gausing Dace's body to tingle uncomfortably, before purple spots began to shine over his body, causing the older man's frown of concentration to deepen.
"I see, this is why you would resort to use a homunculus as heir." Evaluating brown eyes peeked at Dace from underneath bushy eyebrows. " The most optimistic estimates are your body breaking down in ten years."
Dace tried to ignore the crushing grip around his arm as Slughorn continued.
"Such a waste. First your mother, then that incident at the meeting, miss Evans, and now you..." He looked conflicted over something, before shaking his head and flipping a galleon. It fell on the heads side. "It would be a shame if I was the only potionner left." He put back his galleon in his pocket, before helping himself to a glass of alcoholic beverage. "Oh well, if I'm going to get involved anyway, might as well be with the one I can talk shop to." He gave a dramatic shrug before downing the glass.
+7 RP with Horace Slughorn. Horace Slughorn now available as Learning Advisor.
Do you hire him? (Wages = 20 000 G/t)
[]Yes
[]No
Invitations are currently spreading through high society, +2 to wedding score
Further actions available next turn.
January 6th 1987
-[X]Why is the land dying? Dace has an inkling of an idea, but he doesn't knows the details behind what is happening in Cornwall, nor the effects it would have, only that it is important for the enemy.
82 + 65 (Acquisition) + 10 (previous decision) = 157 : Tier 2 Success
It took Dace hours of research and cross referencing to understand what was happening. The land of the dead was a plague. It absorbed magic and used it to fuel its expansion, and since it belonged to another, more powerful system of magic, it couldn't be stopped by regular wizardry.
Its effects were already well known, however those were when the land was already infected. Now he knew of the spread and unless he started expanding right now or Dumbledore got his hands on the means to sanctify the ground, his estimates was not promising.
+5 Acquisition
Influence map updated.
January 20th 1987
-[X] Organize the Wedding: Security. It's rather important, if you intend the wedding to go without a hitch.
-[X] Develop the land (Free action):
--[X]Crystal mine:
-[X] Trade for resources ( free action )
--[X] buy 9 wood for 15300
-[X] Dwellings (Free action)(Requires Rampart step 1 to be complete to be built : One building of the kind may be built per turn.)
--[X] Homestead: Produces 7 elves / turn.
Of course, now knowing what he knew, Dace decided to hurry the construction of some security buildings, and some housing for the numerous elfes he bought. Especially since this way, he could have
them be in charge of security.
Genius, really.
Though, getting them to stop fighting to be the one to clean the place will be another problem entirely.
Homestead built
+1 to wedding score
Crystal mine built.
February 2nd 1987
-[X] Spend time with one of your SLs: +2 RP
--[X] Brunch with Lucius : +3 RP
It was going to be one of those days, huh. Mused Dace, laying back on the floor of Lucius' living room, looking at the sky through the destroyed windows.
To be fair, it was pretty obvious the blond man didn't expect a Death Eater group to raid his house and abduct him.
Still, this was pretty inconvenient.
Princess P- Lucius has been abducted! What will Dace do?
[] Save him (will get option to select troops and resources)
[] Let him save himself. He's pretty resourceful. (Things continue on as usual.)
Wheee, you had a year of downtime, now it's time for the trainwreck to resume!
