Hmmph... this junior is a good seed [Cultivation Management Quest]

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Year 40 Negotiations - The Winter of Their Discontent
(I didn't officially call the vote, but it was pretty obvious how it ended, with an unanimous vote for the quoted:

[X] Plan A Truly Fortuitous Opportunity
-[X] Negotiate - If you choose to negotiate, ask for things below. The more you ask, the less chance of the offer being accepted, though. Negotiate is Accepting the Offer but asking for more before agreeing. To Negotiate, create a Plan with what you're asking for below.
--[X] More Land - The Scarred Lands, The Oasis Rebels
--[X] Child Corpse Gulper's Corpse and Immortal Aperture -
An Immortal Aperture can be turned into valuable storage items, and there are likely many treasures stored within.
--[X] Wealth - Fuck you, pay me. Ask for Wealth in units. 1 Wealth is roughly 10 years of savings for the Clan, and 5 Wealth is worth as much as an additional piece of land. The corpse and Aperture is worth 10 Wealth, as is a Heavenly Treasure. (1 Unit)
---[X] Priorities: Corpse Gulper's Corpse/Aperture (The Red line, we walk if we don't get this). Oasis Rebels, Scarred Lands, The Wealth

Manuel smiled.

He had been negotiating with Old Cannibal for a few years, now.

The other man had been angry, wanting an agreement right away.

Manuel knew that time was on his side. Why hurry? With each year the Cannibal Sect grew a little weaker, Old Cannibal a little more prone to giving in to his demands. Jingshen Clan were hardly likely to make an agreement with a Demonic Sect of this sort - trading agreements were one thing, but openly allying with a Demonic Sect Nascent Soul to kill his enemy? The potential loss of face would be extreme, and so they would hold out for even more benefits than he would.

Still, Old Cannibal had his bottom line as well.

Manuel had negotiated well, and had eventually managed to strike three possible deals. All would be enforced by the Eye of the Devil Judge, a magical treasure that could seal an agreement between Nascent Souls. Once used, breaking the deal would mean death.

[ ] Got Me A Corpse

Obtain Child Corpse Gulper's corpse and Immortal Aperture, the original lands and the 100-year truce. Original deal otherwise applies - a hundred year truce between the two Nascent Souls (Cannibal and Manuel), where Old Cannibal will not act against Manuel to invade him. Manuel is not so restricted. He will take up ~30% of the brunt of the fight, and has only a miniscule risk of harm.

[ ] Need Somewhere To Bury Him

Obtain Child Corpse Gulper's corpse and Immortal Aperture and all other benefits as above. However, also gain the Scarred Lands. In return, Manuel will sign onto the truce, and will not act against Cannibal Sect for 100 years in the same way Old Cannibal is restricted. In addition, he is required to take up ~50% of the fighting effort against Child Corpse Gulper, which gives him a small chance of being Wounded.

[ ] I Want It All

Obtain Child Corpse Gulper's corpse and Immortal Aperture and all other benefits as above. Also gain the Oasis Rebels, Scarred Lands, and Wealth. In return, Manuel will sign onto the truce, and will not act against Cannibal Sect for 100 years in the same way Old Cannibal is restricted. He will also agree to return any Core Formation Elders who are caught in Golden Devil lands the first time, for the first fifty years of their agreement. In addition, he is required to take up ~70%of the fighting effort against Child Corpse Gulper, which gives him a high chance of being Wounded - and a small chance of being Badly Wounded.
 
Year 40 End - Council Meeting
There are basically three Mechanics in this quest.

(1) Choices. Your Clan Council will ask you to make a call on something. Mostly they won't do this - they're competent enough to handle things on their own, but sometimes they will. You'll see 0-2 of these per turn, on average. They're usually pretty straight-up binary choices.

(2) Focuses. You choose in general what the Clan should focus on for the next 20 years. Building up for war? Training new disciples? Carving more arrays? More trade? Focuses don't prevent you from doing everything else, it's more 'here's the one thing we should really get done'. Focuses are mainly mediated by your personal skill levels and specialities.

(3) Actions. What you, personally, do. Usually mediated by skills, but often by Cultivation level - especially when it comes to combat. You can always Write In Actions. In fact, writing in more complex and well-thought out Actions will positively increase your chances of success.

All voting is Plan Voting. Make a Plan if you want, or just vote on someone else's! You can vote on as many Plans as you like! Approval Voting, baby!

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Manuel walked into the cramped clan headquarters. The old table had been broken at an unfortunate meeting six years ago, apparently. Disagreements over Spirit Herb allocations between various vassals and Legionnaires. A new table had been procured, cast from good Spirit Bronze. It would still break if one of them hit it with intent, but it should survive a spirited - though restrained - banging to emphasise a point.

Around stood his Councillors, each a skilled and valuable piece on the gameboard, as well as one apprentice - the soon-to-be Elder of War, Aikaterine Callista. They worked as a well-oiled machine, now, each used to Manuel's light hand. Alexios had been different, having had more time and energy to interfere with two Nascent Souls to be used at need.

He wondered briefly where the chairs had gone, but decided it would go against the mystique he was cultivating to ask. Moreover, if it was a prank... he felt a small piece of happiness well up in him. He had truly loved his pranks before Alexios had died, when he had time to conduct them.

"Report."

Manuel's voice groaned and clattered like brass pipes creaking, shattering, and pieces falling onto the ground. These Elders knew the process now.

First was Euphrosyne Sarantapechos, a Great Circle Core Formation Elder. She had broken through two years ago. She was Stratopedarches, or in more common terms, the Elder of Administration. To her fell the duties of managing mines, herbs, cities, camps - all manner of resources flowed through her hands. In the last twenty years she had spent much time developing her personal Spirit Herb garden, and had grown a Thousand-Year Knifeflower, allowing her to advance another step. To Manuel's mind, she was the first Core Formation Elder he had seen in two centuries who had even a slight chance of breaking through to Nascent Soul. A tremendous talent.

"Archegetes. Obviously in terms of wealth things have been quite poor, what with the loss of tributes. We still have twenty full years of income saved, but it remains as it was. We have enough saved that I feel comfortable in our ability to face any one trial, though if I am to be honest, I think a greater concentration of wealth in the next sixty years to prepare us for the Trials would serve us well."

Second was Kleisthenes Sarantapechos, a Mid Core Formation Elder. Euphrosyne's twin sister, though less talented in cultivation. She cultivated a rare Yang attribute technique, and went by a male name, and wore a male body to aid in her cultivation. For her, if she had not cultivated her Yang technique - she never would have risen into Core Formation. Such a thing was uncommon among your Clan, but not unknown. She is the Hetaireiarches, or in common terms, the Elder of Diplomacy. To her fell the duties of managing external powers and other Nascent Souls. She often complained about her lack of talent, and you were reasonable friends. Of late you had fallen... not out, but there had been no time for one another.

"Archegetes, I have reviewed the deal you have taken again for any possible loopholes. I have not seen any obvious ones, or dangerous ones. Three of my younger diplomatic disciples are also reviewing it - better to have more seats of eyes. The Cannibals have begun withdrawing from the ceded regions and turning them over to us, "

Manuel quickly reviewed her words. Surely that wasn't intentional.

"Jingshen Clan has withdrawn entirely from the Cannibal Sect, and done considerably damage to mines, wells, lands, and so on in doing so. I would estimate the Cannibals have lost around 10% of their potential cultivation resources in the east for perhaps two hundred years. In addition to the 10% or so of potential resources in the lands ceded to us... they will be weaker for some time. Of course, you will be fulfilling your end of the deal shortly. It looks like we'll be sitting on a throne of dead Cannibals before too long."

She smirked openly at him.

That pun was intentional, and terrible! Manuel kept his lips incredibly still, not acknowledging her at all. Still, he felt his control of Qi waver just the tiniest amount. Kleisthenes laughed openly. He would get her back. He didn't know where he'd find time, or how he'd do it, or how many decades it'd be... but he'd get her back.

"We also need to discuss the administration of our new territories - "

(NB: Map is here. You are gaining the area under Depopulated, as well as the Scarred Lands. The map will be updated after the below decision.)

[ ] Direct Rule - More expenditure, more investment. Significant short-term costs, but you will settle Clan cultivators into these regions, building new Arrays for defense and to help mortal populations. Grows the Clan core military strength significantly, and hardens the territory against invasion. In the long run, is likely to do the most in weakening the Cannibal Sect. Expensive, though, and will show the least monetary return. Adds military strength and defensibility, as well as large Mortal Population increase. Increases Clan population directly, as well as Clan power relative to vassals. Costs wealth. Income-neutral.

[ ] Going Once, Going Twice -
Auction territory (as well as give it out as rewards) off to various vassals and ally sects, or even wandering cultivators. They can serve as a buffer between you and the Cannibal Sect. More income from ongoing tributes, and the land sales will be converted to a significant short-term wealth boost. In the long run will serve as a buffer against invasion, but also a much easier target for the Cannibals. Adds major wealth boost, moderate income boost. Increases Vassal and Ally populations, and decreases Clan power relative to vassals. Territory is considerably less defensible.

Third was Nikephoros Theophylaktos, a Great Circle Core Formation Elder. He is a simple man to all appearances, speaking little. He is the Parakoimomenos, or in common terms, the Elder of Intrigue. You had trained him personally, and found his skills acceptable. Previously you held his position, so he is admittedly new to the task, though he had been your assistant for almost a century. To him falls the duties of espionage, sabotage, and assassination. While he was your apprentice, you are currently somewhat estranged. Warmth has slowly been returning to his voice, though.

"Archegetes. I have, at great cost and to the loss of quite a bit of wealth discovered what Jingshen Clan were bringing across the mountains. It is a Grand Mountain Drill, a drill that can be expanded to the size of a small mountain and used to excavate mines en masse where veins of Spirit Stones are discovered. It will not increase their immediate wealth hugely, but will serve as perhaps an increase of an estimated 10-15% of income for their Clan. In the long term this bodes ill for their desire to remove us from the Scorpion Road, but shows they have fewer short-term ambitions."

"Furthermore, I have located Child Corpse Gulper. This has been a personal project of mine. You may pass along the details to Old Cannibal at your leisure."

Fourth came Staurakios Palaiologos, a Late Core Formation Elder. He is Chartoularios Tou Kanikleiou, or in simpler terms, the Master of Disciples. He picks out good seeds, gives training and assistance, and manages the core of the Clan Contribution Board for Qi Condensation and Foundation Building disciples in times of peace. Lately, he has been complaining about the foolishness of all the new disciples, though you can tell he is happier than he has been in decades.

"Archegetes. Little to report. Numbers remain steadily growing, though we have faced some losses as Cannibals cross over the border to try and assault our cities. Their denuding of their own lands has come with consequences for us."

Lastly was Ioannes Vatatzes, your third Great Circle Core Formation Elder. He is Protostrator, leader of your armies. When the time comes to gather up into formations and strike at enemies, or defend your cities, it is he who organises them, leads them, and manages the Clan Contribution Board to ensure the correct tasks get done. He is completely bald, with a beard down to his green-tinged waist. He is very vain about his beard, though, and regularly cleanses off the patina to ensure it is bright and bronzed. His skin is rotting in places, and his beard is the only healthy part remaining. The Clone you made of him weakened him greatly, and the poison is now killing him with incredible rapidity. Aikaterine Callista will need to take over in a few short decades - while competent, she is far younger and less experienced. She will represent a considerable downgrade to your warmaking capabilities.

"Archegetes. I could countenance an invasion of the Cannibals, but I think that moment has passed."

He coughs, and shimmering silver blood comes out.

"Apologies. I am restraining my cultivation to minimise the effects of the poison on my lifespan. We are readied for war more generally, but I have concerns with the quality of our defenses against the Devil Bees. If they chose to strike, Hua Empire and Xin Kingdom would fall within a few short months. They are poor lands, true, but also our responsibility."

You hiss through your teeth and think.

What should the Clan focus on?

[ ] Building Bridges (Write-in target) - You should make more allies. Choose a target on the map and aim to have their relations with you increased. Give gifts, exchange assistance, aim for strategic marriages.

[ ] Intrigue (Write-in target) - You should learn about another clan entirely. Spend Spirit Stones like water in the plains and find out everything you can. Strengths. Weaknesses, places to strike, rebels, and so on and so forth.

[ ] Raiding (Write-in target) - Better to weaken an enemy. Send teams of cultivators to go raid an enemy for resources and to kill them where possible. Minor conflicts, with minor rewards. At best, you can seize minor territorial gains. This will worsen your relations, of course. Loses Cultivators. Usually gains Income or Wealth, or both.

[ ] War (Write-in target) - Simply invade. Strike with all your might and seize territory. Kill cultivators. Requires your personal attention to prevent Nascent Souls simply obliterating your forces. Uses your personal Action for the turn. Unavailable this turn as you are hunting Child Corpse Gulper.

[ ] Increasing Wealth - More trade, more mines, more growth. Aim to find more Spirit Stones, tax more from traders, whatever works to increase your Clan Wealth. Increases Savings. Very high rolls may increase Income.

[ ] Training Soldiers - Raising Disciples to higher Realms is all well and good, but training them to be perfect members of Formations is better. Ensure your Clan is trained and ready for war. Your readiness to go to war will increase significantly, though this fades over time. Minor costs.

[ ] Fortifying (Write-in territory, ally or vassal) - Spend Clan wealth and soldiers to build new fortifications against outside enemies. New Arrays, help train new cultivators in lesser Formations to defend their lands, and so on. Will also strengthen a vassal or ally if chosen, and increase relations with them. Increases defenses in the chosen territory, ally, or vassal. Costs Wealth.

[ ] Raising Disciples - You need more cultivators. Spend wealth to raise more and more disciples to higher Realms. Reduces Income, as you have more cultivators to upkeep. Probably the single biggest Action to increase Clan power.

[ ] Write-in

What will you do? (ACTION IS LOCKED THIS TURN - YOU ARE HUNTING CHILD CORPSE GULPER)

[ ] Hunt An Enemy (Write-In) - Why not? Hunt down enemies, see if you can kill someone. Usually used against an opposing Nascent Soul. Potentially very dangerous.

[ ] Weaken An Enemy (Write-In Faction) - Choose a faction, and use your Nascent Soul strength to simply sneak in and do damage. A little underhanded and shameful, but what do you care for the views of the Righteous Path? Potentially dangerous.

[ ] Assist A Faction (Write-in Faction) - Use your personal strength to assist an ally of some kind. Potentially dangerous.

[ ] Lecturing - You can simply lecture your many juniors on cultivation. Spend your time helping them grow, using less resources and ensuring better growth for the Clan.

[ ] Write-in
 
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Year 41 - Blood Battlefield
"Flense'.

Manuel spoke easily, and the first technique left his hand. The Skin-Flensing Knife Swipe was a useless art to kill with, but it attacked from many angles, and any successful strike drained Qi. A simple matter of attrition.

Not that he would fight such a battle alone.

Child Corpse Gulper laughed, and struck the knife aside. As he did, Old Cannibal shot up, a spear of obsidian striking at Child Corpse Gulper's arm.

Corpse Gulper dodged, and struck back. The two panted for a moment, and shot apart.

They had found him, and had come to put an end to him.

Not that things would be that simple. They had been hunting him for two months, now, setting poisons down, defending cities, drawing Corpse Gulper into traps - forcing him to expend as much Qi as the traps took each time. A slow grinding-down, each time hoping to exchange Qi for Qi. Ideally, they would spend less, but they had more resources, so they were able to expend some resources of their own to prevent Corpse Gulper fleeing.

This was was the first battle. There would be others, unless they were lucky. One did not kill a prepared Nascent Soul in days or weeks, not without significantly more power.

The last few blows had been difficult - Corpse Gulper had been moving closer and closer to a town of mortals. Forty thousand people in the territory of the Clan, and one blow insufficiently blocked would see it ended. In other circumstances Manuel would have abandoned them to their fate and fought on, but he believed he had the power to protect them and win. If one had the power, the responsibility came with it. That was in the nature of the Clan.

Still, it was proving difficult.

He moved into position to protect the town, hovering between it and Corpse Gulper.

Better to play this simply. Grind the man down. Leave him no room to maneuver, slowly but surely. Take one treasure, one art, one protective item off at a time. Eventually, find the kill. No need to be clever when preparedness would suffice.

Corpse Gulper spoke.

"You know, old man."

Both Manuel and Old Cannibal looked up at him. After a moment, Manuel concluded he was speaking to them both.

"You're pathetic. You see a world and think you can simply refrain from power? To see a path of immense strength and to abandon it? You call it 'morals', or perhaps 'intelligence', but those things are meaningless in the face of raw power."

Corpse Gulper smiled, his face a mass of scars and tattoos.

"Let me begin to demonstrate."

He shimmered, and was gone, his body disintegrating in a spray of blood.

"Blood Clone!", Manuel yelled.

Corpse Gulper was already in the town. He saw streams of blood rising up, and realised that in moments the population would be dead, fueling Corpse Gulper. Old Cannibal couldn't use the Clan for Qi, so fighting in Clan territory was obvious for Corpse Gulper. It was to their disadvantage, but...

He sighed.

'Never any time for guilt.", he muttered.

With that, he raised his knife, and spoke, the mantra empowering his strike to come.

"That which is uncut, be cut. That which is food, become poison. That which is life, become death. The wheel turns and thou wilt be broken upon it. Heaven-Cursing Reversal Art!"

A slice of pure darkness slid through the world, light becoming void. It touched the town, extinguishing everything. Bodies withered, buildings crumbled, and the ground itself grew black. Grass died and animals bleated one last sound as they died. The blood rising up turned to a sickening black, a thrumming promise of poison running through it.

It hadn't harmed Corpse Gulper at all, of course.

Manuel had been a fool to fight like this. If one protected a town, one would need to protect every town. He had believed himself and Old Cannibal strong enough, but by showing his hand in protecting his people it would be exploitable. No. By killing them - and by poisoning their very selves to make them unable to be consumed, there would be no advantage for Corpse Gulper to attack towns and cities. He should have been better than this. Had he been more decisively early on such an act would never have become necessary.

A chuckle came out.

"I see the reports on you were accurate. Honestly, Manuel. Old Monster. Devil of Cunning, I heard you called. But you're just all secrets in the dark, aren't you? But if the dark could defeat the light, night would not give way to daybreak."

They flew towards Corpse Gulper, who was fleeing quickly. Where? Why?

He wasn't sure, and it made him uneasy.

"Old Cannibal!", he yelled.

He had understood. A moment too late.

Corpse Gulper's words echoed around them.

"So headstrong. Old Cannibal, you always urged patience. Cleverness. Intrigue. But... let me show you why those things don't matter. Not really."

They had flown into the centre of seven mountains.

Corpse Gulper was sitting there, flows of blood pouring into him. Manuel didn't know when he had set this up, or how. Frustrating. He wouldn't die here, of course, but a loss of sorts was possible.

"Old Cannibal. Go in. If you're wounded you can recover more easily through Blood Path. I'll back you up."

The other man nodded. What choice did he have? If they left here, months of wearing Corpse Gulper would go to waste and they'd be back to where they were months ago, only without his location.

Old Cannibal flew towards Corpse Gulper, and struck. The blow was true, and Corpse Gulper's skull was caved in.

A sardonic smile sat on his face, and in moments the skull was good as new, brain and bone regrowing to form a new, scarless face.

"You know, Old Cannibal, you're a simple man. But you've always been weak. Always needed your arrays, always needed your preferred battlefields, always needed to keep an eye on me to keep me down. Let me show you what happens when you don't have those things."

A haze of blood covered the area, nearly a hundred li in every direction.

"Blood Battlefield. Increases my speed."

Manuel struck as Old Cannibal did, but Corpse Gulper simply dodged.

"With speed alone I can hardly kill you two old men. You're tough, and the Golden Devils are renowned for their toughness. Of course... there is one Sect who knows all about how to cut through them."

Corpse Gulper laughed, spitting blood and teeth as he did so.

"Seven mountains become seven sabers, seven sabers in the service of blood. Let the saber drink its fill. Divine Blood Saber!"

He raised an arm, and a massive saber appeared. It cast seven shadows, each the colour of bright red. From tip to base it was dripping blood, and the blood mist swirled away from it fearfully, giving it a wide berth. Nearly one li long, he swiped it at Manuel with all the quickness of a smaller weapon. He dodged, barely, and Corpse Gulper chuckled.

"You hide in the shadows, old man. You creep around, hoping you can hide from the eye of the Heavens. But what happens once you're seen?"

Old Cannibal rushed at Corpse Gulper, and the sword reversed in moments, hitting Old Cannibal with the flat of the blade. It sent him plummeting into the mountains below, crashing into the ground. He would be back in a few breaths, but...

"A few breaths. I won't need that to finish you."

Corpse Gulper slashed, faster than Manuel could see. How was he doing this? The blade came down, and Manuel felt his Qi burning, spending everything he had to defend against one desperate strike. He was flung to the ground, slamming into a hillock, thrown unconscious.

Moments later, he awoke. Corpse Gulper was in the sky, holding Old Cannibal by the throat with a single hand, Corpse Gulper's massive sword floating next to them.

"You pathetic old corpse. Worthless coward of a creature. You thought you had beheld the Heavens and looked down upon me, but the truth is... even though you have eyes, you couldn't see Mt. Tai."

The sword ran Old Cannibal through.
 
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Good Seed to Read 2 - The Ninth Prince
I decided to drag the cliffhanger a little more and add another Good Seed to Read! Update will still be coming out today, of course.

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This was tough. I feel like Rina Callista was the obvious first choice - in part because her early scenes really establish much of the Clan's outlying areas, its philosophy, and a great opening scene to help new Good Seeds write their entrances to the Clan.

When I decided to pick a second one, there were nine I felt were all worth choosing. Among them are some great stories, great characters, and to be honest, if you asked me which was the best choice for the second recommendation, I wouldn't know.

So I decided to use the long-established xianxia tradition of nepotism and talk about my own personal favourite character. I've always had an immensely soft spot for the more absurd heroes - kind of stupid, a little ridiculous, but with immense goodwill. So:

The Ninth Prince. With around 15k words of omake and background, you're committing to a pretty decent read - in both senses of the word. He's a little absurd, but man does he have some cool adventures. The first omake is funny, the second omake is the Ninth Prince playing out his immense Fate roll on Turn 2, and the third omake has actually caused me to realise my fiancee has never seen the Indiana Jones trilogy - we're watching Raiders of the Lost Ark this weekend.

He's not stupid as such, but he's headstrong and silly. Still, he's within the bounds of 'trying to do a good thing and succeeding' - he's still a fun xianxia character with some drama around him, but he's also incredibly flamboyant and funny.

Give him a read, you won't regret it.

"Also, his mysterious background will become far more relevant on Turn 5, so there's that.
 
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Year 41 Continued - Blood Clone
You expected bad rolls...

The sword ran Old Cannibal through.

Corpse Gulper began to laugh, a terrible, grating sound.

As he did so, Old Cannibal began to laugh too, a deep, throaty chuckle.

Manuel quickly pulled a supreme-grade Spirit Stone from his aperture, drawing the Qi out within moments. A drastic waste in normal times, losing over half the precious Qi stored within. As of now, though, it allowed him to recover most of his Qi, bringing him back to fighting strength.

He drew a quick seal on a piece of paper - a psuedo-array, really, and pushed most of the Qi into it, and tossed it idly aside. He had seen enough to know how this was going to end.

As he finished, Old Cannibal spoke two words, and exploded into a spray of blood.

"Blood Clone."

Manuel chuckled, his chest aching as he did so. Taking that blow had been terribly unwise. He had thought he could take it, and of course his life-saving treasures would have teleported him out was he about to die, but he hadn't expected to be knocked unconscious.

Still, there was no doubt in his mind now that Corpse Gulper had a helper. Likely a Core Formation elder or three who had been sneaking around, setting things up for him. Maybe even an Early Nascent Soul. The question was, of course, Devil Bee or Saber Palace? It was a Divine Saber technique fused with Blood Path - that made him think the former, but Righteous Sects researched these things all the time, in the guise of 'understanding their enemy'.

He wasn't sure who was maneuvering his enemy, and that was all the more worrying. It had been worth springing the trap - the risk had yielded much valuable information.

He spoke.

"Child Corpse Gulper. One hundred and seventy-six years old. Talent considered exceptional, made moreso by the speed and cruelty of Blood Path."

The other man looked down at him in a fury, swiping his massive blade at him, screaming incoherently.

As the blade swung down, the seal he had written earlier exploded with a fury. A massive explosion, detonating in the air and leaving a massive fireball, with smoke in the shape of a mushroom going up, and the mountain cracked in half below. The mountain trembled, and became an avalanche, one-half of the massive stone monolith crumbling and falling, the other half left with a sheer cut, as though someone had taken the sharpest knife one could imagine and simply sliced the unfortunate mountain in half. The remaining face was glassy and reflective, the cut so precise as to create a mirror. He doubted the mirror-face would last more than a few centuries, but wondered what new name the peak would take on in that time.

Suddenly, the massive blade became slower. One didn't use two killing blows empowered to be able to defeat enemies in the same realm without spending a lot of Qi, and without a stable array holding your entire strategy together... well, the blade wouldn't shatter and disappear, but he didn't need to break the sword. Just make it slow and easy to dodge.

Manuel flew idly out of the way. Corpse Gulper had spent a lot, and the fight was more-or-less decided.

"You're very young. Even for Blood Path, that is admirable progress. Do you know why you lost?"

The other man spat blood at him, the gobbet curdling and squirming into a monster of teeth and eyes in midair. Manuel called forth a flame of Bronze, a fire for forging. It leapt out and cooked the unfortunate abomination, the teeth chattering miserably as it fell from the air.

"Let me tell you. Of course, the first reason is simply resources. Even had you managed to win here, at best you would've taken one of my lifesaving treasures. Or one of Old Cannibals. Or even both. But could you replicate such a feat again and again? Of course not."

This time the blade swung slower, but the tip exploded, smaller swords of blood chasing him.

Manuel leapt further into the air, running from them as they homed in, speaking all the while.

"A young man such as you being used... if you weren't a Blood Path criminal I'd have pity for you. But whoever used you just intended you to drain our resources, perhaps wound us. That tells me they intend to act fairly soon. Do you want to tell me who it was?"

Corpse Gulper muttered a few words, and Manuel felt the power of a Blood Curse descending on his entire bloodline - a Curse that could not harm him, but kill his entire family for nine generations.

He shook his head wearily. As if that was the first time someone had tried that on him. He felt the same Flame of Bronze that was in his hand and sent it into his own bloodstream, igniting the blood within. His Soul could sustain him easily enough - the body was a mere vessel for the soul, and the damage it could sustain and survive was immense. The fire seared his own blood, boiling it away, streams of bronze flowing out his nose and being spat out his mouth as the Curse desperately scraped and scratched at his blood, trying to find purchase. To no avail.

Spitting out the last of his blood, the Curse failed. He quickly pulled a Blood-Replenishing Pill from his aperture, and ate it, feeling his blood begin to rejuvenate.

"Perhaps not. But the truth was, the game was never yours to win. Young men see power and grasp for it greedily, not understanding the consequences. Do you think Old Cannibal here has lived so long through endless grasping? The stairway to immortality grows slipperier with every step, and as you get higher, you have so far to fall."

Old Cannibal, he presumed, was recovering from the use of his Blood Clone. Buying time helped, not that it was crucial. He could easily fight Corpse Gulper, but to do so properly meant far more expenditure of Qi. He hadn't agreed to taking on such costs, so he was delaying. Let Old Cannibal recover and come bear his share of the fight.

Corpse Gulper's sword shrank, and became a saber of normal size. In a tenth of a breath he was on Manuel, the enhanced saber striking at him.

Manuel deflected it, each time using his knife to parry it a little, to avoid the blows just so.

"You lured us into using your trump cards. But only a fool uses trump cards before they can use them to win, unless they have no other choice. So whoever led you here, led you here to die. To make some small gains against us for your life. That life is now forfeit, of course."

Manuel smirked openly.

"Still. Tell me who it was, and I may still leave you with an intact corpse."

Child Corpse Gulper screamed in rage, throwing strike after strike after strike at him, each one missing only just, the deflected forces flattening nearby trees and shattering nearby boulders. Massive bloody scars were rent in the ground, each hundreds of metres deep.

Manuel reached into his aperture, and pulled out a torch. It was a large bronze torch, with three faces - carved with a dragon, a phoenix, and a bear.

"Sun Diaxiang, let's finish this."

He lit the torch with a puff of Qi. The Torch took one-hundred years to be relit, but that was no matter. It wouldn't be of much use if he fought the Devil Bees, and Old Cannibal couldn't face him before that time. More importantly, it was only really strong in environments like the Blood Battlefield, needing to be able to connect to Blood Qi to be able to properly take effect. There was every chance this would fool Old Cannibal into thinking he was stronger than he truly was, and Old Cannibal was the real enemy here.

"Blood-Burning Torch."

Flames rippled out from the Torch, and the Blood Battlefield began to vanish, the flames consuming the blood. They ran up Corpse Gulper's saber, which he cursed at and discarded, letting it fall to the ground. He'd never learned to counter Blood-Consuming Flames? Manuel sniffed. Youngsters these days lacked a proper work ethic. His disciples would be working twice as hard as soon as he got back. He wouldn't countenance this kind of incompetence from a Golden Devil.

As he did, Old Cannibal flew into the sky, holding a bow fifty times his height, seemingly made out of hundreds of human heads - still screaming, Manuel noted with displeasure. The string appeared to be the ropy intestines of those very same heads, and when he pulled it back they screamed all the more.

"Call me Old Cannibal, you insolent-"

Manuel smirked at him as well.

"Diaxiang, aren't we friends? We're helping to put down this precocious junior of yours, after all."

Old Cannibal fired several arrows of fletched bone, Corpse Gulper dodging them easily.

"Fuck off, you pile of miserable feces. Once he's dead, and your time is up I'm coming for you next."

Manuel watched and waited, as Corpse Gulper dodged arrow after arrow. He was weaker now, falling back to an Early Nascent Soul level of strength. He'd spent too much, too quickly, and unlike the two old monsters he didn't have an Immortal Aperture full of resources to be pulled out to extend fights indefinitely.

He reached into his own aperture, and fingered the Bone Hacking Cleaver.

"Oh, Xiang'er, don't be like that! You even brought your favorite bow to show off to me! How are we not the very best of friends?"

By the Will of Bronze, he had missed this. He had made few enough jokes, done few enough pranks in the years since Alexios had died. How could one be the serious, invincible Nascent Soul as well as the Manuel who loved to prank Alexios along with Kleisthenes, keeping the Elder well-grounded as he made horrifying decision after horrifying decision? He didn't know how to reconcile the two in truth, and the first was far more important than the second.

In this moment, though, he was satisfying a part of himself he hadn't let free for decades. Ironic that it was with a deadly enemy instead of a good friend, but...

"You know, I'm glad your old Elder died! I wish I'd been there to kill him myself!", Old Cannibal yelled.

Corpse Gulper was if anything looking confused, unsure why he was suddenly not the centre of attention. As he dodged another flight of arrows, Manuel flared his Qi and struck.

The Bone Hacking Cleaver hit Corpse Gulper's leg.

The same leg he'd previously spent so much to regrow.

Corpse Gulper howled, and screamed, and fell out of the sky, Qi bleeding everywhere.

Manuel chuckled.

"So rude, Xiang'er. I cut you a nice leg of pork for your birthday celebration and you call me names? Truly, you are my least filial son."

Old Cannibal ignored him, having decided he'd lost the war of words. The two descended down, and Old Cannibal fired a few more arrows. Manuel pulled out a net, and threw it at Corpse Gulper. The Qi-Restraining Net would only give him half a breath before a Nascent Soul self-detonated, but that would be enough to kill him.

Corpse Gulper was miserably trying to fly away, but they caught him easily. Manuel raised the Cleaver again, and with a quick snicker-snack cut off Corpse Gulper's head.

In the end, how very anti-climactic.

"He really should have told me, Xiang'er. Look at his poor corpse, cut into pieces."

Old Cannibal looked down at him.

"Our agreement is concluded. I'll see you in a century, Konstantinos. We'll see who is the father and who is the son then."

...but it was me, good rolls!
 
Year 53 - The Night Devil Fortress
The Night Devil Fortress.

Seven great walls, each bearing a name in the Old Tongue, the Tongue of the Clan. It sat around a massive array, an offshoot of the Shattering Glass Spear Array of sorts. Rather than built to fire a single massive spear capable of slaying those in Foundation Building with ease, it was there to fire hundreds and thousands of lesser spears at enemies en masse, the array itself carved into the skull of Elder Corpse Gulper. The skull was laid into a great piece of sandstone, and around the fortress were hidden many targeting arrays. It sat near the border against the Devil Bee Sect, and was to serve as a massive source of artillery fire against them, enabling the Clan to strike at them with impunity as they flew into the lands of the vassals and allies of the Golden Devils.

Manuel had been called there to both inspect it, but moreso to open it officially, to let the Xin and Hua see their new protector, the symbol of Clan protection - and authority - over them. With raids from the Devil Bees growing greater, there were fears among both minor powers as to what might happen, and it was key to ensure that if their longtime enemy chose to invade, they would bite down on bone, not meat.

"This wall is named Apelpisía, or Despair. For when the first wall falls, the second wall is where the defenders shall face despair, and must reach deep within themselves to fight on.", a Foundation Building woman spoke.

Manuel did not know her - she was one of the builders and architects of the Clan, and he rarely felt the need to interact with them directly.

A fine, seven-walled fortress, sitting at the entrance to the Great Ravine, the easiest way for Devil Bees to fly out of their territory and into Golden Devil Clan territory. It was not the defense he might have planned personally, but, then again, he thought of these things in terms of Nascent Souls, or Late Core Formation cultivators at the very least. To counter the raiders in lesser realms, better to turn to those who had experience in fighting them, and who would be endangered if their plans failed. How could he plot against the weaknesses of a Qi Condensation cultivator? They had nothing but weaknesses compared to him, and so it was difficult. Yes, leave Qi Condensation to Qi Condensation, for the most part.

A few days later he returned home, the Hua Empire having renewed higher tributes and offered him a bowl of their finest Weeping Spirit Dates. Not very useful for a cultivator, but certainly delicious. He bit into one as he flew along, nodding his head at the sweet taste. He would have to share some with Kleisthenes, to make up for the prank he had pulled...

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A few years earlier...

Manuel hurried home, carrying Corpse Gulper's dismembered corpse with him. Who knew what allies he had? Who knew what threats lay in wait? Better to return home, recover all his Qi slowly, and search out the possible threats over the next few years before leaving the Clan headquarters again. He doubted such a plot to kill him existed, of course, at least directly. But he would much prefer to face such a possibility with his Core Formation Elders informed, his Qi recovered, and a few years to think over and search out any peculiarities that existed in the Clan's territories. Taking due care was tiresome, but consistent hard work and equally consistent carefulness were the keys to victory, not recklessness.

Still.

He sent out a message to his Council, letting them know what had happened. All but Kleisthenes.

He flew to her home directly, letting a fragment of his aura interact there. Feeling nobody at home but her, he smiled.

Perfect. Vengeance would be his.

He knocked on the door.

Kleisthenes answered.

"Yes, Grand Elder?"

He grinned.

"You know, Kleisthenes. I went out to fight Child Corpse Gulper, and let's just say I accomplished quite a feet."

He pulled out the leg to show her, foot first.

She recoiled violently.

"Manuel, what on Earth-"

"Kleisthenes, Kleisthenes. Don't get worried, make sure you keep your head about you!"

He pulled the bloodied head from his immortal aperture. This time she calmed down, looking at him with something between horror, frustration and a tremendous urge to laugh.

She snorted and coughed all in one peculiar motion, and spoke.

"Grand Elder. Thank you for gracing my house tonight. After all, it is my son's birthday celebration."

Manuel froze. He hadn't felt that at all. Probably some clever array to hide lesser cultivators to allow her to... no, no. It was the corpse. The fading aura of the dead Nascent Soul made it hard to feel lesser auras, and he had let his guard down once back in the core of the Golden Devil fortifications.

However, the boy was there - Manuel remembered seeing the report, how he had advanced to Foundation Building before his 100th birthday - and looking somewhat... nonplussed.

Time slowed to a crawl as he let his Soul take over, thinking more rapidly, pausing the excruciating process of cultivation for half a breath as he attempted to think of his next move. She had outplayed him! Coming to her house to make jokes and simply leaving was not done. A few jokes in poor taste as part of a celebration while offering a gift to apologise for dragging her away from her son's birthday... yes, it fit well enough.

"Of course, fellow Elder. I came here both to celebrate and call you to Council, but also to give the fine young man a gift by way of apology. I could hardly drag you away from such a celebration without offering something in return for your time."

He thought frantically. Yes, yes, a good lifesaving treasure.

He pulled out one-half of a palm frond that had been shrunken down to fit into the palm of a hand.

"Here you are, young Hektor. Simply wave this, and you will find yourself one hundred li closer to the Spirit Palm in the centre of the clan that gave the leaf - or under its boughs, if you should be less than one hundred li away. A useful treasure for one of the Clan's great talents, we would hate to see you fall."

With that, he called Kleisthenes away. There was much to discuss in Council - the prizes they had won in victory would be much-needed across the Clan, and having them work to distribute them efficiently and immediately would be crucial.

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@Enigma - your lifesaving treasure! You'll still get a regular Fate roll otherwise, don't worry.
 
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Year 57 - The Oasis Agreement
@ReaderOfFate , I might mention your omake has a particular impact on me as a Queenslander!

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The intervening years had been easy on the Clan, Manuel thought. A few fat years, with new lands yielding Spirit Stones, with few enough people to protect. Admittedly, that income was spent building new forts, rebuilding cities, granting new lands to various families and branches thereof. An expansion of nearly fifteen percent of the Clan's current wealth was a tremendous boon, and the Contributions Points Board found itself granting governorships, new lands, and all manner of things.

A great many Qi Condensation cultivators were settled there, usually in new manors, or as part of a Legion occupying a city. Since the lands had been ceded, the Clan knew they were not merely a reasonable place to make a living, but completely safe for century. Even in those who took the long view, this was something to be considered. The Clan were unlikely to give up land easily, meaning holding that territory now could be bought for a pittance, and if the Clan defended it successfully...

Well, there were many young talents, or even older ones without the land and governorships they desired. Many valuable positions to make a profit from if one was competent enough, and such space to grow a family. In the coming years many new families with the Blood of Bronze would rise up, he thought. The older families would see this as a challenge, and strive ever-harder to maintain their position and power by contributing more through the Clan, unable to maintain their prestige without service. The newer ones would be dissolute and useless for some time, but expansion was ever thus.

He had been lying low, seeking the enemy that had been maneuvering in the darkness. Nothing yet, but expecting to uncover an enemy in a mere few years was unlikely. The two assumptions were the Saber Palace, seeking to weaken them and the Cannibals, or the Devil Bees seeking the same. In reality, both made sense. After a tremendous raid, weakening your longtime enemy so another enemy would feel inclined to attack them made sense. On the other hand, the Devil Bees had every reason to want the Golden Devils weaker as well.

He sighed.

So many enemies. It made it difficult to find out who was aiming at his head.

Manuel conjured a light, and began looking over recent correspondence. He had taken up his old practice of trying to predict what would happen before he opened the jade slips, trying to see how well he comprehended the world. By constantly testing oneself you grew, little by little, he thought. It was difficult to see the flow of the world, but small improvements could make for small advantages, and small advantages accumulated over time into large ones.

He infused his consciousness into a jade slip.

"Mortal-Protecting Heavenly Bandit Huang Li has died."

He let the slip fall to the floor, thoughtful. His strongest ally in the Flood Dragon Gang...

He picked up another. This was more detailed. Huang Li had been an steadfast ally for hundreds of years, mostly spending time in the mountains and plains. He had crept into Golden Devil territory to recover for decades at a time, and was readily protected. He had recently attempted to rescue a city by flying them away on an ancient Phoenix-Burnt Tortoise Shell, but the Demonic Altar Sect had been ready for this. He had been taken and killed easily, and his body taken back to the Demonic Altar to be consumed into many more Core Formation elders for the Sect.

An Early Nascent Soul elder of the Strength Purity Sect and the Bear Enslavement Sect had tried to save him, but also fell. Manuel rubbed his head with a finger. Surely that meant the Demonic Altar Sect had once again reached the Late Nascent Soul Realm.

This meant war in the north. Not the light war of the last century, but a full-scale war as the Demonic Altar Sect attempted to overwhelm its neighbours and claim more territory. If he were to guess, a Ninth Demon-Annihilating War was about to begin. The Verdant South would supply men and wealth, meaning the Devil Bees were much more likely to strike at their now-weakened defenses. Or so he assumed.

Thirty-five years to the day when he had last met Lady Jiao, she came again to the doorstep of the Golden Devil Clan.

"Grand Elder."

She bowed formally.

She had not grown or changed in that time. Perhaps, he mused, she found it difficult. To offer such acceptance surely meant accepting yourself. And with such acceptance, how could you grow?

He on the other hand, had prepared himself well, drinking some tea with brewed with leaves from the ancient Contempt Soul Tree. He was reasonably sure it would work. More importantly, he needed more methods of dealing with such attacks - the power of a Dao such as hers could not be swept aside by raw power. He knew of precious few, and uncovering another one would be worth as much as whatever she came here for today.

The notion was obvious enough. Simply crush one own's sense of worth and fill your soul with contempt - including the most potent self-contempt - and then simply act according to a rote he had long known. Play your part like a puppet, and all the self-hatred in the world cannot impact your actions. Acceptance was no weapon against the most potent self-loathing - indeed, the kind of creature who would accept something he hated so much was worthy of perhaps even more contempt than he.

In all honesty, he considered it a foolish move, worthy of a pathetic, idiotic creature like him.

"Lady Jiao. You once again grace my humble home. Please, come in. Sit and have tea."

She scowled at him. She could clearly feel the sheer force of the contempt. Had he not been overwhelmed with a sense of how vile he was to do this to another human being, he might have chuckled. Acceptance was merely a Dao, and when once accepted and found acceptance in turn... was it easy to bear contempt for seemingly no reason in return? Of course not. As much as he hated himself, she was equally deserving. This might well shake her Dao-heart a little. Amusing.

"Perhaps we will not sit together. Let us speak quickly."

Manuel looked down at the table, and idly considered smashing his own head into it, a worthy punishment for his sins. No, there was a plan. A plan made by the contemptible, odious thing he was, of course, but he tamped down on that notion. The feeling was no compulsion, and his actions here he had already thought through.

"Of course, lady Jiao. What does the Jingshen Clan wish of my humble people?"

The disdain oozed from his voice, and he couldn't quite control a sneer.

"A new war is beginning. Jingshen Clan have negotiated the ceding of the former Oasis Rebels under the Cannibal Sect to us. Our plans are simple enough. The Spirit-Refreshing Oasis there is an excellent healing measure for Core Formation cultivators. We are hoping to have the Golden Devil Clan see reason and allow such cultivators to travel to be healed from the Great Battlefield for a nominal fee."

He snorted.

"Why should my Golden Devil Clan do this? What benefit is in it for us?"

"In return, Jingshen Clan will commit to spending fifteen years of our income to fortify the region against the Cannibal Sect, and will not permit Cannibal Sect cultivators to travel through the region for two hundred years. An excellent bulwark for you, no?"

Mmm.

Manuel wasn't quite sure. This was all true, but it would mean a powerful Jingshen force to his immediate east, even as it shored up his own defenses. It'd cost him some income as well, but it would mean goodwill - whatever little that meant - from Righteous Powers, and would offer an excellent bulwark against the Cannibals for at least a century once the agreement with Old Cannibal lapsed. Certainly, an advantage over the next few centuries. After that? Hard to say.

He looked up at her, silently mocking her foolish bright red skin - for only a fool would cultivate a fire technique to such a degree - and spoke.

[ ] Agree. Minor Income boost from Cultivators traveling to the Spirit-Refreshing Oasis. Considerable amount of the border secured against the Cannibals at Jingshen expense. Gain in Jingshen relations.

[ ] Disagree. Moderate Income boost from Cultivators traveling to the Spirit-Refreshing Oasis. More likely to cause trouble in your lands due to tariffs charged. Fall in Jingshen relations.

[ ] Negotiate. Yes, but... Write-in what you want. Relies on a Diplomacy roll from Manuel to succeed. The more you ask for, the less likely it is to go through.
 
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Year 60 - Let a thousand flowers bloom! [GOOD SEED REPORT]
As always, if I've missed someone, missed an omake request, etc, let me know. I expect if I'm 95% accurate I'll make 1 or 2 mistakes each time - there are a lot of Good Seeds.

Now..

First up - Good Seeds from last time...
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Acis Drivas
- 4th Heavenstage. Crippled. Went into Cannibal territory to rescue a kidnapped mortal woman's children. Was ambushed by Qi Condensation Cannibal in the 8th Heavenstage, losing his left arm and right hand. Failed to rescue the children who were already slain, permanently crippled - escaped after being rescued to Augustus Servius.

Augustus Servius - DEAD. Was assigned to Acis Drivas, who went into Cannibal territory foolhardily. Managed to rescue his ally, but was too slow to escape. Stood against the enemy and held them off for nearly thirty minutes, but already crippled as he was he was killed and consumed.

Achille Adephos [1 turn from breaking through]. Remains at 9th Heavenstage. Fortuitous encounter, meeting a Snow-Eyed Desert Fox. Such creatures are known for their powerful dream realms, in which cultivators often waste and die, dreaming forever under their glare. Achille managed to survive, and used the subjective century of time within the dream realm as experience to solidify his Dao. He is close to breaking through.

Amaranth Castellanos - [3 turns from breaking through] Remains at 9th Heavenstage. Spectacular luck, being contracted to kill many toads. One had eaten a large magical boot full of Spirit Stones, and fused with the item to form something new. When the toad was killed it granted a pair of Toad-Foot Boots in the shape of flippers, allowing Amaranth to jump many times his height, and land safely.

Ambrus Nike - [3 turns from breaking through] - Despite his terrible injuries, he cultivated safely and well. He managed to reach the 9th Heavenstage, and was hired to help settle new Clan mortals in the Uncast Molds. Despite surviving, his mortals were ambushed by a number of bandits, and almost half died. He has had some trouble gaining sufficient contributions points to gain the materials he needs to prepare to advance.

Aretaphila Myia - Excellent progress. Broke through to the 10th Heavenstage. Like many of her peers, was assigned to the Uncast Molds, this time hunting down former rebels who had turned to Blood Path. Killed two enemies in the 9th Heavenstage.

Aristoteles 'Aris' Kalokagathos [2 turns from breaking through]- Used Soul-Flaying Scourge Pills successfully, leaping to the 9th Heavenstage. He gained several key insights into his Dao, and is closer to proceeding to Foundation Building.

Aurelia Xu - Remains in the 5th Heavenstage. Sent under the command of Aretaphila Myia to the Uncast Molds, and was badly wounded fighting enemies above her level. Would have advanced otherwise, but is terribly wounded and will take 40 Years to recover.

Damien Silver - Bottlenecked at the 8th Heavenstage. Fought three duels for show against visiting cultivators from Jingshen Clan when Lady Jiao visited. Despite them being in the same stage, lost all three duels.

Demetrius Ceres - Discovered the spirit of an ancient woodcutter in the Foundation Building stage, who granted him the Thousand-In-One-Blow Tree-Felling Axe. It fells both men and trees in his hands, and can project a thousand lesser axeheads to hew weaker cultivators like mere saplings - though he can only generate ten of them at his current level. Bottlenecked at 8th Heavenstage.

Dmitry Kascheev -
Managed to advance to the 6th Heavenstage. During talisman crafting, he crafted a powerful lightning talisman, but was ambushed by bandit cultivators in the 8th. He managed to use it to escape, but suffered damage to his meridians. Will take 20 Years to recover.

Fierce Fang - Slow but steady progress, reaching the 7th Heavenstage. Found a Mirage Salt Lake, an illusory formation that comes into reality every few thousand years while assisting a city with a haunting from a powerful spirit that slew mortals every night. By diving in, he managed to recover Ghost-Banishing Mirage Salt, a powerful salt to banish spirits with, and used some of it to rescue the city from the murderous ghost.

Hektor Sarantapechos - Early Foundation Building. Managed to forge his Second Pillar, however. Granted a lifesaving treasure in a rather awkward encounter with Grand Elder Konstantinos. Safeguarding a number of juniors in the Qi Condensation stage in the Burnished Crags, allowed one Augustus Servius to die due to his failures in command. Came close to being censured by the Legion for not properly disciplining and commanding his cultivators.

Ilias Barallis - Finally broke through, reaching the 5th Heavenstage. Used as a spy in the Burnished Crags, reporting a raid to Expert Hektor Sarantapechos. Poor information security allowed a weaker Qi Condensation disciple to chase after the raid and die, though not to Illias's personal demerit.

Lihua Kokkinos. Cultivated diligently, but bottlenecked at the 8th Heavenstage. Spending a great deal of time researching her bloodline rather than in the field, but making decent contributions all the same.

Lin Fan - Managed to advance well to the 8th Heavenstage. Almost killed in the Burnished Crags, but managed to escape a Foundation Building Expert.

Magnus Centenius [8 turns from breaking through] - Focused on cultivation almost exclusively, breaking through to the 10th Heavenstage. Average luck, escorted many caravans along the Scorpion Road - only encountered those weaker than him, able to chase them off or kill them. Managed to concoct a truly terrible brandy that stank so badly it repelled even scorpions, snakes, and other Spirit Beasts. The Stinking Beast-Repelling Brandy has made him both popular and unpopular among the caravaneers.

Minerva Bardina - Broken through. Now Early Foundation Building.

Spent a great deal of time in seclusion, as befits a talent ready to break through. Only easy missions were offered, and Minerva completed them well.

Ninth Prince - Still at the 10th Heavenstage. [3 turns from 11th Heavenstage]. Spent some time hunting down an imposter who named himself the 'Tenth Prince' and disguised himself as the Ninth Prince while attacking mortals, managing to defeat the scoundrel and claim his head.

Peta Condos and Wajo [3 turns from breaking through] - Reached the 9th Heavenstage. Peta Condos and Wajo together managed to find and negotiate with a lost Mountain Black Spirit Bear in late Foundation Building, as it refused to give access to a Spirit Oasis that fed an entire city. They guided it back to the mountains where it agreed to make trouble for the Devil Bee Sect.

Rina Callista - 10th Heavenstage, and no progress to be seen at all. [4 turns from 11th Heavenstage]. With a group of disparate companions from other powers, Rina Callista uncovered an old Clan fortress near Turtlebone Mountain. Incredibly dangerous, they ventured inwards. While unable to go far past the gates, she was able to recover a single drop of Purified Bronze Blood from a battle there, a drop she can swallow to increase the power of her bloodline dramatically though temporarily, allowing her to temporarily fight in Early Foundation Building once at need.

Savvas Nicolidis - As seems to be the case with many researchers, got lost within his research and failed to cultivate well. Remains at the 4th Heavenstage. However, during his experiments managed to gain some rare materials, infusing them into a Qi-Cloaking Oil, an oil that hides the life of a cultivator entirely, allowing them to bury themselves or sneak away from a fight without detection.

Telios Treces [3 turns from breaking through] - Remains at 9th Heavenstage, spent his time healing wounds and suffering.

Tie Jin - Ordinary cultivation, reached 8th Heavenstage. Managed several new bloodline techniques, and fought an enraged Grand Hump Spirit Camel to save it drinking a village's entire oasis, driving it off.

Wei Feng - His efforts bore fruit finally, and broke through to the 7th Heavenstage. Spent forty days and nights meditating next to a Feces Coconut Tree after being told about it by a nearby villager, gaining an excellent ability to resist poisons due to the constant stink emitted by the Tree.

Xiao Yi - [1 turn from breaking through]. Remains at 9th Heavenstage. Founded a new Formation art, and rewarded with a sliver of will from a Core Formation formation expert to ensure he is not easily killed. His new Formation is useful for all cultivators in the 1st and 2nd Heavenstages. While it has not entered general Legion training, it has been written into a jade slip and become an official technique stored by the Clan.

Yan - Moderate progress, reaching the 8th Heavenstage. Facing a bottleneck. Badly wounded by an angry lost Mountain Black Spirit Bear that chased him away from an oasis he tried to drink at and will take 20 Years to recover. Affected by paperwork demons. Please read corrected report below, Grand Elder.

Zhousi Dun - Terrible Fate. A wound was never properly healed, and without sufficient cultivation resources Zhousi Dun chose to go into the field once more to gather what he needed to heal. Attacked by a cultivator on his own level, he was maimed, losing four fingers on his right hand, though he managed to escape. Crippled. Remains at 5th Heavenstage.

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And some new faces as well!

Ferenike -
It was a Foundation Building Expert, one of many who had hidden themselves away from the Cannibals during their reign. As the Clan rebuilt, they came out to seize treasures and the like. Ferenike and her squad were patrolling a road as they were attacked, a rebel against the Cannibals seeking to use them, as well as a caravan of five thousand mortals they were guarding as his own Blood Path foundation.

The entire squad were badly wounded, but managed to hold out - after their Hoplite Formation fell, Ferenike managed to personally distract and delay the enemy enough for an allied Foundation Building expert from the Flood Dragon Gang to arrive. An excellent contribution that won her enough Contribution Points to quickly recover her injuries and cultivate frantically, reaching the 8th Heavenstage in a mere two decades. One of the mortals was the son of a Core Formation Elder, who forged her a Teleportation Amulet, 'that you may escape danger once as you have saved the life of my son once'.

Mograine - Despite all the bloodline difficulties, managed to advance to the 5th Heavenstage. Research on his body was used to save a badly injured Great Circle Foundation Building expert - it was with these Contribution Points he was able to purchase enough resources to advance.

Anastasios "Tasos" Basilakes - Lucky in cultivation and in fate. His peculiar archery methods let him slay many Demonic rebels, those who are more-used to the Clan's stolid and straightforward techniques. In doing so he earned many points, and was able to advance to the 7th Heavenstage. Upon discovering a small cicada-shaped piece of jade, he was guided by it to a secret realm beneath the desert sands. A cave full of treasure and wonder, with a single magical lamp at the end. He took the lamp, and the cave began to collapse, and Anastasios was forced to accept the aid of a Flight-Woven Silk Wind Carpet to manage to make his way out - though it left him immediately after. The Lamp itself was one containing a sealed Thousand-Year Sandstorm Spirit, who was convinced to offer its strength in aid once in return for its freedom at that time.

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Of course, after exorcism of the clan paperwork demons, several new or more accurate Fates have been scribed on Manuel's desk!

Diogenes Aparámillos - A lucky lad, finding his Bloodline and the unique expression thereof to see him cultivating at immense speed. It was a venture into the Stone Forest of Mikhael Li (or Li Mikhael, the naming conventions matching poorly) that had him encounter a sliver of that great Clan sword cultivator's Sword Intent, allowing him to walk a straight path from the 1st Heavenstage to the 9th Heavenstage in merely 20 years.

Yan [3 turns from 11th Heavenstage]- The lucky young peasant sought to use his luck in the Qiguai Clan's Secret Realm, paying in Contribution Points for the Clan to open the way for him - diplomatically. He entered, and for what seemed like ten years for him ventured into a realm of broken rocks and falling stars, where trees grew upside-down on islands floating in the sky, gravity itself reversing from point to point. He was fortunate indeed, and had four encounters.

Firstly, he found a Endless Qi Pill, a powerful cultivation treasure that allowed him to skip forty years of effort on the parts of others. However, he was hunted by other disciples for his treasure, and surrounded.

He was crippled, losing his left hand. In desperation he jumped into He fell upwards for almost a day, landing in a great upside-down lake in the sky, next to an abandoned castle. A ghost was there, the ghost of an ancient Spirit Blacksmith. Her spirit was lonely, as she had been abandoned by her husband in life to her death, tossed away by one she had loved. In return for sitting with her and keeping her company for eight years, eight months, and eight days, she forged a new hand for Yan, a Hand of Immortal Steel. No slower than an ordinary hand, but capable of shattering the defenses of any in Qi Condensation, and blocking any blow from such. It does require a daily application of oil, though.

He explored her island, and found her husband had hidden a valuable Sandstorm Turkey Vulture Egg on the island. Such a beast could be raised into a powerful companion, equal to Yan's own strength, allowing him to travel much faster, and even fly away on its back.

He had no way off the island, and chose to try and leap off the edge, back to the ground. Thankfully, his Lifesaving Treasure consumed itself saving his life, and he was able to escape.

(Yan lives up to his name here. On a D100 he rolled above 90 three times in a row. He died the fourth roll, though - so without a Lifesaving Treasure he'd be done.)
 
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Year 60 End - Council Meeting
Manuel gnashed his teeth in frustration.

The problem with carefully preplanned notions and ideas when suffusing oneself with the pure essence of contempt was that once you left the script, even partially, the whole thing fell down, and one reverted to more crude refusals. He'd ended up simply refusing several times in a humiliatingly obvious way. He personally wasn't obsessed with the notion of face, but it impacted how people saw you. How they treated you. Lady Jiao had evidently felt she had gotten the better end of the exchange, even if he had been forced to disagree with her offer entirely. He'd ended up making a small concession as well, allowing Jiao doctors to move along the Scorpion road for ten years tariff-free.

Not the most costly of mistakes, but it made him look weak in front of an Early Nascent Soul, and that would embolden Jingshen Clan to take liberties. Contempt would work for combat, he thought. For diplomacy, it was probably unworkable.

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There are basically four Mechanics in this quest.

(1) Choices. Your Clan Council will ask you to make a call on something. Mostly they won't do this - they're competent enough to handle things on their own, but sometimes they will. You'll see 0-2 of these per turn, on average. They're usually pretty straight-up binary choices.

(2) Focuses. You choose in general what the Clan should focus on for the next 20 years. Building up for war? Training new disciples? Carving more arrays? More trade? Focuses don't prevent you from doing everything else, it's more 'here's the one thing we should really get done'. Focuses are mainly mediated by your personal skill levels and specialities.

(3) Actions. What you, personally, do. Usually mediated by skills, but often by Cultivation level - especially when it comes to combat. You can always Write In Actions. In fact, writing in more complex and well-thought out Actions will positively increase your chances of success.

(4) Purchases. What wealth the Clan has, and what your Council want you to spend it on. They'll usually come to you with the thing they want most. No micromanagement, just 'here is the big-ticket item I want'. These will often (but not always) persist between turns. Wealth is expressed in terms of Years of Income Saved. You can take as many of these as you can pay for! Keep in mind, though, if you spend all your money, you won't have it in future for dire situations.

All voting is Plan Voting. Make a Plan if you want, or just vote on someone else's! You can vote on as many Plans as you like! Approval Voting, baby!

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Manuel walked into the now-messy clan headquarters. The new table that had been procured had apparently been cast from good Spirit Bronze. A second round of disagreements over Spirit Herb allocations between various new families in the new lands had broken out, and Euphrosyne had smacked the table too hard. It had left a massive crack down it, which they left in place. A reminder to choose better craftsmen, even for ornamental things.

Around stood his Councillors, each a skilled and valuable piece on the gameboard, as well as one dying elder watching over his successor - the former Elder of War, Ioannes Vatatzes. They worked as a well-oiled machine, but had sputtered lately. The new Elder of War was competent, but not experienced - managing a military needed to safeguard tens of millions of people was no easy task. They were mostly used to Manuel's light hand, though Kleisthenes had been bothering him more lately.

The chairs were back. His chair, however, was notably missing a leg, and had the remaining three reorganised into a tripod. He almost laughed, but decided it would be a poor way to start the meeting. An excellent retort from Kleisthenes. He mentally allocated three hours when he had some spare time... he thought for a moment, and found a spot unspoken for in about five years. She would regret starting this prank war.

"Report."

Manuel's voice chimed like a small brass bell, and clanged at the end of his word, the bell growing deep and loud. These Elders knew the process now, and were quick to report.

First was Euphrosyne Sarantapechos, a Great Circle Core Formation Elder. She had broken through over twenty years ago, and was a valuable combat resource as well as the Clan's best hope at a new Nascent Soul. She was Stratopedarches, or in more common terms, the Elder of Administration. To her fell the duties of managing mines, herbs, cities, camps - all manner of resources flowed through her hands. In the last twenty years she had spent much time developing her personal Dao, and had grown ever-closer to preparing to shatter her Core and reach the Nascent Soul. To Manuel's mind, she was the first Core Formation Elder he had seen in two centuries who had even a slight chance of breaking through to Nascent Soul. A tremendous talent.

"Archegetes. Obviously in terms of wealth things have gone reasonably well. We have twenty-five full years of income saved. We have enough saved that I feel comfortable in our ability to face any one trial, but we must begin to face the Trials that are coming in forty years."

Second was Kleisthenes Sarantapechos, a Mid Core Formation Elder. Euphrosyne's twin sister, though less talented in cultivation. She cultivated a rare Yang attribute technique, and went by a male name, and wore a male body to aid in her cultivation. For her, if she had not cultivated her Yang technique - she never would have risen into Core Formation. Such a thing was uncommon among your Clan, but not unknown. She is the Hetaireiarches, or in common terms, the Elder of Diplomacy. To her fell the duties of managing external powers and other Nascent Souls. She often complained about her lack of talent, and she and Manuel were reasonable friends. Of late she had begun to recover their old friendship, one before he had become Archegetes. After Alexios she was his closest friend, and they were exploring the difficulties of absolute authority and friendship, and where the new limits lay.

"Archegetes, I have reviewed the new deal you have rejected. A pity we were not able to get more out of it, but Jingshen Clan seem intent on cultivating goodwill with the other Righteous Powers. I imagine some scheme of theirs. A demand from tribute came from the Devil Bees. It was absurd, and I rejected it out of hand. However, with the war in the Great Battlefield starting in full earnest, the Devil Bees are facing very little repression. If there was ever a time for them to invade, it would be now, while we are absorbing new lands."

"Strength Purity Sect has won the first series of battles against the Demonic Altar. However, this is usually the case in these wars - we expect Strength Purity Sect to win the vast majority of the battles to simply break even. Noble Knowledge Sect tried to break the Poison-Crushing Siege, but apparently lost several Core Formation Elders doing so. A poor showing for the Demonic Path this early in the war."

Third was Nikephoros Theophylaktos, a Great Circle Core Formation Elder. He is a simple man to all appearances, speaking little. He is the Parakoimomenos, or in common terms, the Elder of Intrigue. You had trained him personally, and found his skills acceptable. Previously you held his position, so he is admittedly new to the task, though he had been your assistant for almost a century. To him falls the duties of espionage, sabotage, and assassination. While he was your apprentice, you are currently somewhat estranged. Warmth has slowly been returning to his voice, though, but you find it difficult to reconnect - seeing the removed head of Child Corpse Gulper had not rebuilt your friendship in a way you had hoped.

"Archegetes. Little enough to know, though apparently one of the Early Nascent Souls in the Devil Bee Sect was secretly killed in a revenge mission by the Seven Divine Saber Palace. They will be looking to recoup their strength - I and Kleisthenes are in disagreement on this matter. I believe a strike against us would merely cost them a great deal, and would yield them little. The construction of our new defenses has seen more raids stymied, and there is no rational reason for them to devote resources to chew on a hard piece of bone such as us."

Fourth came Staurakios Palaiologos, a Late Core Formation Elder. He is Chartoularios Tou Kanikleiou, or in simpler terms, the Master of Disciples. He picks out good seeds, gives training and assistance, and manages the core of the Clan Contribution Board for Qi Condensation and Foundation Building disciples in times of peace. Lately, he has been complaining about the foolishness of all the new disciples, though you can tell he is happier than he has been in decades.

"Archegetes. Numbers are doing well. We should be back to 90% of our former cultivator population by the time the next Trials roll around. I'd prefer it to be 100%, if I'm speaking honestly. Some more expenditure on disciples wouldn't go amiss."

Lastly was Aikaterine Callista, a Mid Core Formation Elder. She is Protostrator, leader of your armies. She is an ageless looking woman, well over six feet tall with hair cut into a Legionnaire's trim, garbed in a simple tunic, fastened at the shoulder. She had taken to the role well, though to be expected to properly manage the defense of tens of millions in a mere twenty years was a tall order, especially when there was such diversity among cultivators - in both talents and proclivities. When the time comes to gather up into formations and strike at enemies, or defend your cities, it is she who organises them, leads them, and manages the Clan Contribution Board to ensure the correct tasks get done.

Behind her sits Ioannes Vatatzes, a dying man and former Protostrator. He does not speak, and merely serves as an advisor for Aikaterine when needed. He is completely bald, and his former glorious beard has fallen out, first in patches, then completely. He was very vain about his beard, though, and seems perhaps more despondent about its loss than his imminent death. His skin is rotted, his teeth have fallen out, and his eyes are sunken into his skull. Perhaps he has five more years.

Aikaterine speaks, her voice loud and clear.

"Archegetes. I am coming to terms with military command of the Clan. While the forces exist to prosecute a war, I see no obvious or soft target, and my taking command means it will be some time before our forces are at full readiness. I would prefer to limit ourselves to defensive operations at this time."

You run your tongue over your teeth and think.

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Currently the Clan has 25 Wealth.
The Clan saves 5 Wealth per turn.

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What should the Clan focus on?

[ ] Building Bridges (Write-in target) - You should make more allies. Choose a target on the map and aim to have their relations with you increased. Give gifts, exchange assistance, aim for strategic marriages.

[ ] Intrigue (Write-in target) - You should learn about another clan entirely. Spend Spirit Stones like water in the plains and find out everything you can. Strengths. Weaknesses, places to strike, rebels, and so on and so forth.

[ ] Raiding (Write-in target) - Better to weaken an enemy. Send teams of cultivators to go raid an enemy for resources and to kill them where possible. Minor conflicts, with minor rewards. At best, you can seize minor territorial gains. This will worsen your relations, of course. Gains widely variable Wealth (0-10, excluding crits). May seize territory and gain Income in extreme cases. Loses Cultivators - around 5,000 Qi Condensation cultivators, 50 Foundation Establishment cultivators, and potentially 1 Core Formation Elder.

[ ] War (Write-in target) - Simply invade. Strike with all your might and seize territory. Kill cultivators. Requires your personal attention to prevent Nascent Souls simply obliterating your forces. Uses your personal Action for the turn. War will open a set of new sub-turns.

[ ] Increasing Wealth - More trade, more mines, more growth. Aim to find more Spirit Stones, tax more from traders, whatever works to increase your Clan Wealth. Increases Wealth by an average of 5.

[ ] Training Soldiers - Raising Disciples to higher Realms is all well and good, but training them to be perfect members of Formations is better. Ensure your Clan is trained and ready for war. Your readiness to go to war will increase significantly, though this fades over time.

[ ] Fortifying (Write-in territory, ally or vassal) - Spend Clan manpower and soldiers to build new fortifications against outside enemies. New Arrays, help train new cultivators in lesser Formations to defend their lands, and so on. Will also strengthen a vassal or ally if chosen, and increase relations with them. Increases defenses in the chosen territory, ally, or vassal.

[ ] Write-in

What will you do?

[ ] Hunt An Enemy (Write-In) - Why not? Hunt down enemies, see if you can kill someone. Usually used against an opposing Nascent Soul. Potentially very dangerous.

[ ] Weaken An Enemy (Write-In Faction) - Choose a faction, and use your Nascent Soul strength to simply sneak in and do damage. A little underhanded and shameful, but what do you care for the views of the Righteous Path? Potentially dangerous.

[ ] Assist A Faction (Write-in Faction) - Use your personal strength to assist an ally of some kind. Potentially dangerous.

[ ] Economic Activity - Carve arrays, scribe useful cultivation techniques onto scrolls, hunt down useful opportunities that might be dangerous to a Core Formation Elder. Make some money for the Clan.

[ ] Lecturing - You can simply lecture your many juniors on cultivation. Spend your time helping them grow, using less resources and ensuring better growth for the Clan.

[ ] Write-in

Purchases:

Euphrosyne Sarantapechos
wants to...

[ ] Invest in Colonisation (10 Wealth)

"
Archegetes, our new lands hold great potential, yet we must realise it. Let us colonise en masse, and spend lavishly to raise new cultivators and to encourage mortals to have more children. If we can populate them sufficiently, they can be well-fortified and we will be difficult to dislodge in a hundred years."'

Kleisthenes Sarantapechos wants to...

[ ] Build up the Scorpion Road (5 Wealth)

"Archegetes, with another Demon-Annihilating War beginning, we are well off to make friends with the Righteous powers who do not overmuch hate us. Making the Scorpion Road more accessible will increase our income in future, but will also allow us to facilitate trade with a grateful Strength Purity Sect. Given they are the ones who must approve any Righteous expedition through the mountains against us, their goodwill is most valuable.'

Nikephoros Theophylaktos wants to...

[ ] Rebuild the Golden Eye Array (7 Wealth)

"Seven is the number of this formation, and if the seven circles of the Clan's great Eye can be rebuilt from when it last fell a few thousand years ago, we will be able to see what happens from afar with ease. Scrying on lesser realms will be far easier, and I will be able to bring you more precise information on further powers. It will also permit us to more easily watch rebels and enemies within our own territory, as well."

Staurakios Palaiologos wants to...

[ ] Regain Full Strength (6 Wealth)

"Archegetes, regaining our full strength before the Hundred-Year Trials is paramount to avoiding decline. For a modest investment, I can ensure we reach that goal over the next 40 years, rather than a mere 90% of it."

Aikaterine Callista wants to...

[ ] Build Engines of War (5 Wealth)

"Archegetes, I believe we are approaching a time of greater conflict. This will surely spill over into the lands of the Optimatoi. My command of the Legions is still developing, but I believe the addition of new engines of war - arrays, runic artifacts, and the like, could offer greater power in a tactical sense, even if it might cost some parts of the Legions some strategic mobility. Gaining the capability to enter enemy lands and demolish their strongholds more readily will serve as a deterrent to serious attacks as well."
 
Year 61 to 64 - The Golden Bee War Begins
The humming of bees filled the garden.

Manuel walked among the trees, looking down at the beautiful flowers. Euphrosyne Sarantapechos was not a close friend, but her skill in tending Spirit Herbs was second to none in the Clan.

The bees buzzed closer, and he looked at one. An ordinary bee, flying from flower to flower. He felt an omen looming, the Heaven's Shadow speaking to him. A gust of wind arose and scattered the bees, suddenly flying every which way.

One landed on his hand.

He looked at it briefly, seeing the tiny creature move as through molasses, each wingbeat perfect. It brought the stinger down, and repeatedly attempted to jab into his flesh.

That... boded poorly.

Still.

He thought briefly.

"Euphrosyne, thank you for this time. I believe I have come a little closer to understanding your Dao of the Leaf."

He bowed, and left. He rose into the air soon after, hurtling towards Callista Manor at tremendous speed. The peculiar thing about Nascent Soul, he mused, was the disassociation. A regular cultivator was a soul in a body, one and the same. As one became a Nascent Soul both the soul and body could act, both the soul and body could think to a degree. Was the seat of one's thought in the body, or soul? Drawing one's soul out showed it to be both, and it was often difficult to maintain perspective, or a sense of self. As he flew, he felt like an observer merely maneuvering someone else's body, a sensation he had felt more and more nowadays.

Breaking the sound barrier was always awkward, the massive boom making him audible to all surrounding. He could have settled it, but better to bring Aikaterine out.

He landed, nodding to a nearby man.

"Please bring Elder Aikaterine. I believe she was returning to the manor to settle some affairs?"

He nodded, running over. The man was a Foundation Building expert, but Manuel couldn't recall his name. He'd met once, but the memory some had for names and people he tended to dedicate to his enemies.

Moments later, Aikaterine Callista was there, readied and geared for battle.

"Elder of War. An omen from the south."

"Devil Bees?"

"I believe so. The omen is not dire, but I would prefer it if forces were moved immediately to reinforce the Night Devil Fortress, and perhaps the Great Hua more generally."

He leapt into the air, and was gone.

Upon returning to the centre of Clan power, he sat thoughtfully. He was not about to gallivant out of the centre of the Clan's power to defend the Night Devil Fortress unless it was absolutely key. The core Clan territories were far too valuable, and showing his hand in the south was unwise - especially if the Devil Bees were about to attack. Better to remain hidden and remain a threat. Perhaps some minor array-carving work, selling arrays to vassals and allies. Not the most productive, but it would occupy his hands and his time while he preferred to remain hidden.

It was a long, tiresome year of cultivation with sporadic work coming in. Then another.

It was two years, in truth, before Manuel heard what was happening in the Hua Empire.

Nine months ago, a few raids had come out of the mountains. Nothing major, a few probing strikes easily forced back by the Fortress. Several major failures, and perhaps five thousand dead Devil Bee cultivators in return for a few hundred Hua and less than ten of the Clan had led them to think that the Devil Bees were exhausted, and unable to strike further.

Manuel ground his teeth. Understandable. But... he touched the jade slip in front of him, reliving that scene once more.

These massive, screaming bees - five metres long and with a horrifying human face clouded out the sun. They were in the sky above the Night Devil Fortress, spears of glass constantly shooting at them, as they themselves battered against a massive golden shield, being taken out of the sky by a massive golden spear. The hoplite was tall, but his back was bent, and his shadowy face bloodied. He was wavering in truth, and mere moments later the hoplite fell.

The first wall fell within three days, the thousand or so cultivators in the fortress outnumbered nearly a hundred to one.

"Despair."

The word sat on the second wall, and they fought with pain in their faces, these hardened cultivators of the Clan, of the Optimatoi soaking every inch of ground in blood, using the powerful arrays and enchanted walls of the Night Devil Fortress at every moment. One young man jumped into the sky, flung by some peculiar catapult, and managed to grasp a siege engine held aloft in the air, a massive thing of blood and darkness bound in the shape of a cyclops, throwing stones of entrails onto the fortress.

He detonated himself, a dazzling blast of blue energy allowing the sun to reappear for a moment.

The light faded, and the cyclops remained.

Six days later, Wall 2 fell.

Two weeks later, so it was with Wall 3.

No more brilliant sacrifices, just delay after delay. The goal of a fortress is not to kill the enemy, but to force them to besiege it, to ensure they cannot advance. The remaining cultivators in the Night Devil Fortress knew their duty, and for another month they fought, reinforcing the wall where possible, seizing small advantages and fighting with no small courage.

Another month they held on atop Wall 4, and then it, too, fell.

Manuel felt himself breathe heavily. The purpose of a fortress was to buy time. Two months was an excellent purchase. If it could buy two more... no, better to see what was next.

A jade slip brought north with all haste, pure mutton fat in colour. An important report.

It was mere words from Aikaterine, no imagery or thoughts. A prosaic woman, but one did not need artistry to lead armies. Well - not much, in any case.

"Grand Elder. I have arrived in the Hua Empire with a force of four Core Formation elders and those beneath us to reinforce our allies. The Hua Emperor has been fighting on the frontlines several times. He sallied out with almost two-thirds of his forces to relieve the Night Devil Fortress, temporarily breaking the siege and allowing a mass delivery of Spirit Stones to the Fortress. While four walls are ruined, there are still three more walls - or two and the Night Devil Keep, as they are referring to it. The siege remains, but the Devil Bees have been forced by our arrival to dedicate forces to somehwat lift the siege to try and use their mobility against us. Our report is as follows."

"Firstly, the three Wind Towers. North Wind Tower was subject to an attack by a thousand mounted Devil Bees, and Disciple Ioannes Kelemos acquitted himself most excellently. Despite losing two-thirds of the Tower guards, he was able to fight his way to the Sandstorm Array after losing both his legs. He managed to activate it after the Devil Bees were in close contact with the tower and about to seize it, killing almost all of them."

An image appeared then, of a Qi Condensation cultivator - a mere boy of sixty years - crawling up stairs, long streams of blood behind him.

"Secondly, Seabreeze Tower. Corruption abounded here, and it is only through the most bizarre chain of events that it did not fall. The Foundation Establishment expert assigned to guard it was an outside expert, and betrayed us to the Devil Bees. Most bizarrely, the Devil Bee in charge of the raid thought it better to use the array and butcher and consume his own men than to take a crucial fortification, and then retreated. My own forces have taken command."

"Thirdly, West Wind Tower was attacked, and has held. The main force of Devil Bees lifted the majority of the siege, and ninety thousand Devil Bee cultivators atop their monstrous mounts were sent east. West Wind Tower's array was activated in good order, and they were unable to seize it, many being driven back, or split apart."

She shook her head.

"The Night Devil Fortress cultivators, of course, have done beyond what could be expected. Against a fullscale invasion of this kind I did not expect them to hold for two weeks, let alone two months. They were outnumbered a hundred to one, and fought an entire army superbly. An old Foundation Building expert with an axe led them, apparently an old Clan cultivator who retired many years ago. On hearing about the siege, he rallied the forces of the Fortress, and died holding Wall 4 to poison just before I arrived."

"What remains is relatively minor. The main Hua Spirit Mine was held against a major raid, the Detonation Arrays we sold to the Hua some centuries ago trapping and killing almost a thousand Devil Bees. However, the Devil Bees were able to seize one of the Floating Hive Islands, and are able to use it as a base to assault Hua cities and towns. This is no disaster - in any war against the Devil Bees we have expected to lose the Floating Hive Islands, but frustrating nonetheless."

"Lastly, twenty thousand or so Devil Bees gathered and struck at Great Hua Lake City as we arrived. The Hua Emperor was badly wounded, and had it not been for my arrival commanding a force of thirty thousand myself the City would have fell, and our defenses in the region rendered rather pointless. I have arranged for reinforcements to be sent south as I deem appropriate. The only things I require authorisation for are more Core Formation elders, and a possible use of yourself, Grand Elder."

There are currently 100,000 Devil Bee cultivators in the Grand Hua (roughly 100,000 Qi Condensation, 1,000 Foundation Experts, 10 Core Formation elders). They have been magnificently repulsed at their first attack, and you have won an unexpected reprieve against a force that should have seized most of the Grand Hua by now.

Against them stand 30,000 Clan cultivators (30,000 Qi Condensation, 300 Foundation Experts, 4 Core Formation elders), alongside 3,000 Grand Hua auxiliaries (1 Core Formation, 30 Foundation Establishment, 3,000 Qi Condensation). Another 1,500 Clan cultivators man fortifications.


This is broadly unfavorable to you, to say the least. Aikaterine Callista can certainly hold the line for some time, but she cannot win this fight with her current forces. She is arranging for reinforcements to be sent south, but you can alter this if you so wish...


For the troops sent south Aikeratine is requesting 60,000 more cultivators - among which she desires another 600 Foundation Establishment experts, and another 10 Core Formation elders...

[ ] Yes -
Send her what she wishes. It should allow her to prosecute the war reasonably successfully. You will bleed for the Hua, but you won't die for them.

[ ] Send Less - She will have to make do with less. Send her enough to hold the line indefinitely, but not to throw the Devil Bees out. Bleed them in the desert until they decide to leave. If they decide to double their invasion force, she should be able to retreat in good order.

[ ] Send More - A dangerous move. But if you send her more troops, she could perhaps settle this more quickly, and stabilise the situation. Expensive, though. Dangerous, too, as it will weaken you elsewhere. If the Devil Bees commit more, you may find yourself overextended.

She has hinted at requesting your personal assistance...

[ ] Assist -
Removes your former Action for the turn. Be aware, Nascent Souls tend to provoke Nascent Soul responses. Do you want this fight? Of course, if no response is forthcoming, you could end the war in one vengeful strike.

[ ] Don't - Let them fight it out. If a Nascent Soul chooses to intervene, do so as well - on your home ground, prepared and ready. You are too valuable to the Clan to risk at this point. Not to valuable to risk, of course, just not at this moment.
 
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