- Location
- Pittsburgh PA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
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I'm a High Fantasy Tax Collector, So What? A CKII Tax Collector Quest
- Thread starter hYGP
- Start date
- Original Fantasy
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- Tags
- death ck2 quest all proceeds go to real spiders are we revolutionaries or reactionaries today criminal justice discussion makes the gm fuzzy don't count your boats before they sail granary management if i lose my meows get me likes to replace them justice spider knock knock it's the finance ministry meows for discussion while supplies last taxation taxes this is not an empire quest
- Location
- USA
Why'd this action use intrigue when it was intrigue or stewardship? Because we passed the Stewardship DC with our equipment, but we didn't pass the Intrigue DC. Or should there be two rolls for this one, one for the intrigue and one for the stewardship?
- Location
- Omniverse #1345
There were two rolls. We indeed passed the stewardship and failed the intrigue. Would have passed both if the rolls had been reversed. Damn luck.
- Location
- USA
Lol, my eyes just glazed over the second one.
EVENT: The Red Knight II
- Location
- Somewhere over the rainbow
Diplomacy
An Offer Sarkozy Can't Refuse
DC: 24. Roll: 20 + 2 + 8.0 = 30.0
You decide to simply suck it up and offer to cut the Sarkozy Family a deal - they pay the Crown from their reserves, or by borrowing hard specie against their land, and you don't reveal how they lied and swindled their fellow nobles in the province, giving them and the militia an excuse to tear the Sarkozy Family apart.
Count Lucilius Sarkozy decides to ask you what your price is instead.
You don't budge the numbers - the cost to buy your silence is exactly what you've laid out.
Count Lucilius Sarkozy furiously retorts that these terms are so extortionate that it would only make sense if he had lost a war - at which point you interrupt.
No, these terms are more lenient than war. More lenient than if we had to burn across your forces in the middle of a Crusade, more lenient than the seizures of land that would result, and more lenient than you will feel after having delivered this warning to him.
He is furious, he grumbles, he says no twice - but eventually, he takes the terms, and with each letter looking like it hurts him, he agrees.
+1 Cash Flow!
Intrigue
The Meeting
DC: 30. Roll: 22 + 2 + 4.0 = 28.0
Stewardship
The Meeting
DC: 27. Roll: 23 + 4.3 + 8.7 = 36.0
The foreign delegations are gathering for a smaller reception, to drink and toast among themselves before integrating with the larger crowds. You first attempt an infiltration, to sneak by the delegation upon the rafters and upon the roof, where you'd repurpose a warhorn as a listening device.
You stop when your eyes catch what the red spear wielder, dressed in the finery of Southern Etrela, is slipping onto the walls, runes of inviolability that would stop any attempts cold - as well as tripwall runes capable of instantly alerting him if anybody broke the plane of the wall without his permission or acknowledgement.
Tch. Had you more time to prepare you could have penetrated past those runes anyway, but this meeting was too time critical for you to do things right. As you spy him leaving runes on the table, likely white-noise runes, you decide to simply punch through all of them with the Eye Approaching Divinity - while he had rudimentary runes, runes didn't usually provide the sort of feedback that proper spellwork would have, and so long as you were careful with the Eye Approaching Divinity you could hear their whole conversation anyway.
Hands hovering near the Eye Approaching Divinity, you began pouring your power into the vessel, and shaping it to your will - before it gave you a static, and an ear, because those runes that the Etrelan spear-wielder had put up were about sight and not sound.
"...It has been quite a while since I saw you last, Danielsson. How goes it, being a prince of the Etrelans?" an old voice that seemingly lost none of its power to age asked.
"More luxurious, but less glorious than what you have been up to, General Kirilov," Danielsson laughed. "Don't think that means I've been slacking off, master! It just means there hasn't been a good opportunity - Etrela's just gotten too peaceful these decades! Honestly, this Crusade's been exactly what I've needed," he chuckled.
You smiled, because it was a safe reaction to the anger boiling within you. How cavalier these nobles must be, to think that the grand campaigns and wars had no cost - that to do so was without its own dues, and to do so was glorious and good.
But this was not the place for it.
"Impatient as ever, my rowdy student!" Kirilov gruffly rebutted. "Only a truly lackluster fighter needs many fights to establish their reputation - the greater the warrior, the fewer fights they need! Gehahahaha," the old man laughed. "Just look at the man of the hour here - had you heard of any of that Emir Valois' fights before he made himself Dragonslayer?"
"Oh please, old man, we all heard the rumors about the unbeatable genius with the blade. It really wasn't that much of a surprise," Danielsson argued. "Besides, there can't be that many once a century geniuses around here - if there were, they certainly wouldn't be once a century!"
"Hahaha! Your wit and your tongue are quick as ever, boy! Putting it to good use pleasing the Etrelans, I take it then?" Kirilov laughingly said.
"Well, I hope I've made some headway in this land," Danielsson cannily replied. "And what a land it is, rich in so much food!"
"Oh? Are the sun-kissed lands of Etrela not rich enough for you?" Kirilov said, warmth draining from his voice.
"Has the weather in Rusmysia really improved that much since last I met you?" Danielsson shrewdly replied.
"Hmph," Kirilov huffed, unable to argue the point. "Besides, this land of plenty produces fine warriors indeed - we've surely spoken enough of that man, but the other three Pillars are certainly nothing to scoff at, either!"
"We aren't anything to scoff at either, old man - trust in your own training a little more than that!"
"Hmph. Attacking my pride isn't going to work, you know," Kirilov grumped.
"I'd say it's working just fine, Master - or perhaps I should say, Undefeated of the East?" Danielsson wheedled.
"Hmph. I only remain so because that Valois has not raised his blade against me," Kirilov said.
"I don't think he'll be all that busy outside of his own home - do you seriously think his harebrained adoption of that firebrand could possibly go well?" Danielsson said.
"You do have a point there," Kirilov grudgingly conceded. "And what of the Oskarian Army, then? Are we to discount them?"
"General Kirilov, what of the Oskarian Army? You saw how they conducted themselves last year!" Danielsson laughed.
"Point taken, my ambitious disciple, point taken!" Kirilov replied. "Very well, let us toast to future victories, and speak of this matter another time, yes?"
"Agreed, General," Danielsson happily toasted.
You leaned back in horror.
If you had heard what you thought you did...the Rusmysians and Etrelans had just quietly begun talks to simple carve up Oskaria into land for the other nations. If you knew anything about the Alanyivans, they weren't going to want to be excluded from the carve-up either - in your mind's eye, you visualize it all to clearly, the three powers deciding to take their armies and carve up Oskaria piece by piece for their own profit.
You need to tell someone about this.
There's only one man for the job.
Antonin Response Roll: 78
"Hey, if it isn't Agueda from the capital!" Antonin says, waving to you on your approach. The other nobles around him gather to look at you, curdle their lips in disgust, and make their excuses to leave - that suits you just fine, giving you some degree of privacy inside the great candlelit hall. "What have you been up to these past few years?"
"Oh, some fascinating adventures - though, of course, it could hardly compare to yours, I must confess," you laugh, pitching your voice to carry just that little bit over the crowd.
"Still, it'd be a nice change of pace," Antonin breezily said. "All I hear is martial valor this, glorious victory that - please, give me a humorous story, or something!"
"Of course," you replied. "On the subject of paces, shall we take a walk of the garden? I must confess, this hall is quite," you gesture around you, "stuffy."
Antonin stiffened, instincts as a soldier flicking his gaze around the hall, before slouching back down.
"I see your point. Well, lead the way, Agueda."
You easily walked out of the halls illuminated with the golden light of the candlelit chandeliers with Antonin, exchanging small stories about your adventures on the way - you tell him of the mess of things happening in the Antiguan provinces, and he regales you with the tale of the past year's search for the Dragon, as the cool night air and light of the Aurora illuminates your way.
When you've finally left the hall's lights behind you, and you've made sure that you lack tails or observers, you decide to lean against the fence.
"So," Antonin said. "What was so important that you needed to drag me out of the hall? I liked being in there," he said, scratching his head with a smile.
"Well, I've gotten some intelligence that suggests Rusmysia, Etrela, and Alanyiva are going to take their armies and carve up Oskaria the moment the Crusade is over," you bluntly stated.
Antonin straightened up immediately.
"How certain are you of this?"
"Fairly certain - it aligns with their interests, and General Kirilov seems to have agreed to discuss this plan further. Considering he was the person most likely to object on grounds of honor, and, well, it's not looking good for us," you stated.
"Hm. Without more solid proof than hearsay, it's unlikely I can get any forces mobilized to counter this, you realize," Antonin said.
"I'm aware," you replied. "I wanted to give you advance warning so that you could prepare."
"Point taken," Antonin nodded. "Although," he sighed, "honestly there's not much we could do. The Royal Army was routed last year, and we've spent all of this year trying to put something back together; if by some miracle our army survives the Crusade those other armies are going to eat our army alive, if it comes down to a fight. It's not like we can do anything about it, either - something's deeply rotten in the Army, and I don't think I can fix it," he sardonically grinned. "I'll try talking to the King about this."
"Thanks," you nod. "That's all I can ask."
"Heh. It's not much, but it's just about all I can do," he said, sagging. "You've probably already thought of it, but you're going to want to talk to your tribe and bring them in from the borders, yeah?"
"Yeah, probably," you nod.
"Sorry I couldn't be of more help," Antonin said, shrugging. Then he got up, and headed back to the party, with you following shortly behind.
Random Event Roll: 71
The rest of the party seems to have gone well enough. Kerrie absolutely delighted in wearing the Enchanted Vestments, Cormag helped motherhen Ophelia around the dance without getting too bewildered, and Tekla went off and indulged his gambling habits.
+5 Budget.
Damn the fact that he was too good at the game for you to tell him to stop.
Choose 3
[] Emir Valois
Something about this man bothers you, and when you advanced towards him, he decided to make contact as well, inviting you to a walk.
[] Countess Natalia
It's been a year, and you were quite impressed with her work the last time you visited her province - you'd like to know how she's doing now.
[] Ophelia
You wonder how she is adapting to the pressures of the reception - perhaps it would be best to check in on her.
[] Lilliane Cecille - Intrigue
Quite aside from your professional loathing of this woman, she made quite a few attempts to distance herself from the King. Find out why. Intrigue: 29.
[] Lilliane Cecille - Reporting
Well, you have your information. You are technically supposed to report the matter to her - if you hadn't already reported the information to Antonin. Hm.
[] Vivien
Your Finance Minister seems to be surprisingly tired, as well as with her hair slightly mussed - you elect not to comment on it in your report to her.
[] The Spirits
You know there are spirits here, some of them quite powerful - perhaps this is an opportunity to secure a tentative agreement? Piety: 28.
[] The Nobles
There is also a vast collection of nobles here, and where there's nobles, there's gossip and blackmail to be found. Intrigue: 20.
[] The Learned
Among the notables called up to this reception include many learned but not noble citizens, a source of wealth and legal information in their own right - and it certainly would help to discuss things. Diplomacy: 20.
[] Besim Rosenberg
You spot one Besim Rosenberg at this assembly, and worse, you think he's spotted you too. Ugh. Best to deal with this interaction as efficiently as possible. Diplomacy: 35.
An Offer Sarkozy Can't Refuse
DC: 24. Roll: 20 + 2 + 8.0 = 30.0
You decide to simply suck it up and offer to cut the Sarkozy Family a deal - they pay the Crown from their reserves, or by borrowing hard specie against their land, and you don't reveal how they lied and swindled their fellow nobles in the province, giving them and the militia an excuse to tear the Sarkozy Family apart.
Count Lucilius Sarkozy decides to ask you what your price is instead.
You don't budge the numbers - the cost to buy your silence is exactly what you've laid out.
Count Lucilius Sarkozy furiously retorts that these terms are so extortionate that it would only make sense if he had lost a war - at which point you interrupt.
No, these terms are more lenient than war. More lenient than if we had to burn across your forces in the middle of a Crusade, more lenient than the seizures of land that would result, and more lenient than you will feel after having delivered this warning to him.
He is furious, he grumbles, he says no twice - but eventually, he takes the terms, and with each letter looking like it hurts him, he agrees.
+1 Cash Flow!
Intrigue
The Meeting
DC: 30. Roll: 22 + 2 + 4.0 = 28.0
Stewardship
The Meeting
DC: 27. Roll: 23 + 4.3 + 8.7 = 36.0
The foreign delegations are gathering for a smaller reception, to drink and toast among themselves before integrating with the larger crowds. You first attempt an infiltration, to sneak by the delegation upon the rafters and upon the roof, where you'd repurpose a warhorn as a listening device.
You stop when your eyes catch what the red spear wielder, dressed in the finery of Southern Etrela, is slipping onto the walls, runes of inviolability that would stop any attempts cold - as well as tripwall runes capable of instantly alerting him if anybody broke the plane of the wall without his permission or acknowledgement.
Tch. Had you more time to prepare you could have penetrated past those runes anyway, but this meeting was too time critical for you to do things right. As you spy him leaving runes on the table, likely white-noise runes, you decide to simply punch through all of them with the Eye Approaching Divinity - while he had rudimentary runes, runes didn't usually provide the sort of feedback that proper spellwork would have, and so long as you were careful with the Eye Approaching Divinity you could hear their whole conversation anyway.
Hands hovering near the Eye Approaching Divinity, you began pouring your power into the vessel, and shaping it to your will - before it gave you a static, and an ear, because those runes that the Etrelan spear-wielder had put up were about sight and not sound.
"...It has been quite a while since I saw you last, Danielsson. How goes it, being a prince of the Etrelans?" an old voice that seemingly lost none of its power to age asked.
"More luxurious, but less glorious than what you have been up to, General Kirilov," Danielsson laughed. "Don't think that means I've been slacking off, master! It just means there hasn't been a good opportunity - Etrela's just gotten too peaceful these decades! Honestly, this Crusade's been exactly what I've needed," he chuckled.
You smiled, because it was a safe reaction to the anger boiling within you. How cavalier these nobles must be, to think that the grand campaigns and wars had no cost - that to do so was without its own dues, and to do so was glorious and good.
But this was not the place for it.
"Impatient as ever, my rowdy student!" Kirilov gruffly rebutted. "Only a truly lackluster fighter needs many fights to establish their reputation - the greater the warrior, the fewer fights they need! Gehahahaha," the old man laughed. "Just look at the man of the hour here - had you heard of any of that Emir Valois' fights before he made himself Dragonslayer?"
"Oh please, old man, we all heard the rumors about the unbeatable genius with the blade. It really wasn't that much of a surprise," Danielsson argued. "Besides, there can't be that many once a century geniuses around here - if there were, they certainly wouldn't be once a century!"
"Hahaha! Your wit and your tongue are quick as ever, boy! Putting it to good use pleasing the Etrelans, I take it then?" Kirilov laughingly said.
"Well, I hope I've made some headway in this land," Danielsson cannily replied. "And what a land it is, rich in so much food!"
"Oh? Are the sun-kissed lands of Etrela not rich enough for you?" Kirilov said, warmth draining from his voice.
"Has the weather in Rusmysia really improved that much since last I met you?" Danielsson shrewdly replied.
"Hmph," Kirilov huffed, unable to argue the point. "Besides, this land of plenty produces fine warriors indeed - we've surely spoken enough of that man, but the other three Pillars are certainly nothing to scoff at, either!"
"We aren't anything to scoff at either, old man - trust in your own training a little more than that!"
"Hmph. Attacking my pride isn't going to work, you know," Kirilov grumped.
"I'd say it's working just fine, Master - or perhaps I should say, Undefeated of the East?" Danielsson wheedled.
"Hmph. I only remain so because that Valois has not raised his blade against me," Kirilov said.
"I don't think he'll be all that busy outside of his own home - do you seriously think his harebrained adoption of that firebrand could possibly go well?" Danielsson said.
"You do have a point there," Kirilov grudgingly conceded. "And what of the Oskarian Army, then? Are we to discount them?"
"General Kirilov, what of the Oskarian Army? You saw how they conducted themselves last year!" Danielsson laughed.
"Point taken, my ambitious disciple, point taken!" Kirilov replied. "Very well, let us toast to future victories, and speak of this matter another time, yes?"
"Agreed, General," Danielsson happily toasted.
You leaned back in horror.
If you had heard what you thought you did...the Rusmysians and Etrelans had just quietly begun talks to simple carve up Oskaria into land for the other nations. If you knew anything about the Alanyivans, they weren't going to want to be excluded from the carve-up either - in your mind's eye, you visualize it all to clearly, the three powers deciding to take their armies and carve up Oskaria piece by piece for their own profit.
You need to tell someone about this.
There's only one man for the job.
Antonin Response Roll: 78
"Hey, if it isn't Agueda from the capital!" Antonin says, waving to you on your approach. The other nobles around him gather to look at you, curdle their lips in disgust, and make their excuses to leave - that suits you just fine, giving you some degree of privacy inside the great candlelit hall. "What have you been up to these past few years?"
"Oh, some fascinating adventures - though, of course, it could hardly compare to yours, I must confess," you laugh, pitching your voice to carry just that little bit over the crowd.
"Still, it'd be a nice change of pace," Antonin breezily said. "All I hear is martial valor this, glorious victory that - please, give me a humorous story, or something!"
"Of course," you replied. "On the subject of paces, shall we take a walk of the garden? I must confess, this hall is quite," you gesture around you, "stuffy."
Antonin stiffened, instincts as a soldier flicking his gaze around the hall, before slouching back down.
"I see your point. Well, lead the way, Agueda."
You easily walked out of the halls illuminated with the golden light of the candlelit chandeliers with Antonin, exchanging small stories about your adventures on the way - you tell him of the mess of things happening in the Antiguan provinces, and he regales you with the tale of the past year's search for the Dragon, as the cool night air and light of the Aurora illuminates your way.
When you've finally left the hall's lights behind you, and you've made sure that you lack tails or observers, you decide to lean against the fence.
"So," Antonin said. "What was so important that you needed to drag me out of the hall? I liked being in there," he said, scratching his head with a smile.
"Well, I've gotten some intelligence that suggests Rusmysia, Etrela, and Alanyiva are going to take their armies and carve up Oskaria the moment the Crusade is over," you bluntly stated.
Antonin straightened up immediately.
"How certain are you of this?"
"Fairly certain - it aligns with their interests, and General Kirilov seems to have agreed to discuss this plan further. Considering he was the person most likely to object on grounds of honor, and, well, it's not looking good for us," you stated.
"Hm. Without more solid proof than hearsay, it's unlikely I can get any forces mobilized to counter this, you realize," Antonin said.
"I'm aware," you replied. "I wanted to give you advance warning so that you could prepare."
"Point taken," Antonin nodded. "Although," he sighed, "honestly there's not much we could do. The Royal Army was routed last year, and we've spent all of this year trying to put something back together; if by some miracle our army survives the Crusade those other armies are going to eat our army alive, if it comes down to a fight. It's not like we can do anything about it, either - something's deeply rotten in the Army, and I don't think I can fix it," he sardonically grinned. "I'll try talking to the King about this."
"Thanks," you nod. "That's all I can ask."
"Heh. It's not much, but it's just about all I can do," he said, sagging. "You've probably already thought of it, but you're going to want to talk to your tribe and bring them in from the borders, yeah?"
"Yeah, probably," you nod.
"Sorry I couldn't be of more help," Antonin said, shrugging. Then he got up, and headed back to the party, with you following shortly behind.
Random Event Roll: 71
The rest of the party seems to have gone well enough. Kerrie absolutely delighted in wearing the Enchanted Vestments, Cormag helped motherhen Ophelia around the dance without getting too bewildered, and Tekla went off and indulged his gambling habits.
+5 Budget.
Damn the fact that he was too good at the game for you to tell him to stop.
Choose 3
[] Emir Valois
Something about this man bothers you, and when you advanced towards him, he decided to make contact as well, inviting you to a walk.
[] Countess Natalia
It's been a year, and you were quite impressed with her work the last time you visited her province - you'd like to know how she's doing now.
[] Ophelia
You wonder how she is adapting to the pressures of the reception - perhaps it would be best to check in on her.
[] Lilliane Cecille - Intrigue
Quite aside from your professional loathing of this woman, she made quite a few attempts to distance herself from the King. Find out why. Intrigue: 29.
[] Lilliane Cecille - Reporting
Well, you have your information. You are technically supposed to report the matter to her - if you hadn't already reported the information to Antonin. Hm.
[] Vivien
Your Finance Minister seems to be surprisingly tired, as well as with her hair slightly mussed - you elect not to comment on it in your report to her.
[] The Spirits
You know there are spirits here, some of them quite powerful - perhaps this is an opportunity to secure a tentative agreement? Piety: 28.
[] The Nobles
There is also a vast collection of nobles here, and where there's nobles, there's gossip and blackmail to be found. Intrigue: 20.
[] The Learned
Among the notables called up to this reception include many learned but not noble citizens, a source of wealth and legal information in their own right - and it certainly would help to discuss things. Diplomacy: 20.
[] Besim Rosenberg
You spot one Besim Rosenberg at this assembly, and worse, you think he's spotted you too. Ugh. Best to deal with this interaction as efficiently as possible. Diplomacy: 35.
- Location
- Southampton, Great Britain
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Lilliane Cecille - Reporting
Let's surprise her with some useful information and maybe impress her that we've done what she wanted.
[X] Vivien
I always like seeing more of Vivien.
[X] The Spirits
While I would like to see Emir, I want to see if we can cut a deal with a spirit even more.
Let's surprise her with some useful information and maybe impress her that we've done what she wanted.
[X] Vivien
I always like seeing more of Vivien.
[X] The Spirits
While I would like to see Emir, I want to see if we can cut a deal with a spirit even more.
- Location
- Europe
God damn, this is all too familiar. Fantasy!Commonwealth indeed.
- Location
- USA
[x] Emir Valois
[x] Vivien
[x] The Learned
[x] Vivien
[x] The Learned
[X] Vivien
[X] The Nobles
[X] The Learned
[X] The Nobles
[X] The Learned
Random Member
Gardener of Human Happiness
- Location
- Behind You
[X] The Learned
Olivebirdy
mook.
[X] Emir Valois
Something about this man bothers you, and when you advanced towards him, he decided to make contact as well, inviting you to a walk.
[X] Countess Natalia
It's been a year, and you were quite impressed with her work the last time you visited her province - you'd like to know how she's doing now.
[X] Vivien
Your Finance Minister seems to be surprisingly tired, as well as with her hair slightly mussed - you elect not to comment on it in your report to her.
Something about this man bothers you, and when you advanced towards him, he decided to make contact as well, inviting you to a walk.
[X] Countess Natalia
It's been a year, and you were quite impressed with her work the last time you visited her province - you'd like to know how she's doing now.
[X] Vivien
Your Finance Minister seems to be surprisingly tired, as well as with her hair slightly mussed - you elect not to comment on it in your report to her.
[x] Countess Natalia
[x] Vivien
[x] The Spirits
These things are better suited to gaining friends than sorting enemies. Not that those aren't the same thing. We really need to reinforce our connection with The Countess and capital spirits, and checking in with/rescuing our 'boss' would be a good way to gain the measure of recent events in our circles.
[x] Vivien
[x] The Spirits
These things are better suited to gaining friends than sorting enemies. Not that those aren't the same thing. We really need to reinforce our connection with The Countess and capital spirits, and checking in with/rescuing our 'boss' would be a good way to gain the measure of recent events in our circles.
- Location
- Attached to a wall
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I think that we just wrapped up the case in the
[X] Vivien
[X] The Learned
[] Lilliane Cecille - Intrigue
should we report it to the minister of interior? I would like to bother the learned, but I don't trust the minister of interior. She seemed quite hesitant when we called her a fellow servant of the crown. you know how the saying goes rats are the first to leave a sinking ship.
EDIT:
I changed my mind it's better to have allies than to know your enemies.
[X] The Spirits
[X] Vivien
[X] The Learned
[] Lilliane Cecille - Intrigue
should we report it to the minister of interior? I would like to bother the learned, but I don't trust the minister of interior. She seemed quite hesitant when we called her a fellow servant of the crown. you know how the saying goes rats are the first to leave a sinking ship.
EDIT:
I changed my mind it's better to have allies than to know your enemies.
[X] The Spirits
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- Location
- Somewhere in the area
- Pronouns
- He/She/They
[X] Emir Valois
Something about this man bothers you, and when you advanced towards him, he decided to make contact as well, inviting you to a walk.
[X] Countess Natalia
It's been a year, and you were quite impressed with her work the last time you visited her province - you'd like to know how she's doing now.
[X] Vivien
Your Finance Minister seems to be surprisingly tired, as well as with her hair slightly mussed - you elect not to comment on it in your report to her.
Something about this man bothers you, and when you advanced towards him, he decided to make contact as well, inviting you to a walk.
[X] Countess Natalia
It's been a year, and you were quite impressed with her work the last time you visited her province - you'd like to know how she's doing now.
[X] Vivien
Your Finance Minister seems to be surprisingly tired, as well as with her hair slightly mussed - you elect not to comment on it in your report to her.
- Location
- France
[X] Lilliane Cecille - Intrigue
I want to belay the meeting with Cecile. Not just because I would dislike satisfying a spider racist anymore than the bare minimum, but also because if war is soon, then we should sort things out:
[X] Emir Valois
[X] Lilliane Cecille - Intrigue
[X] The Learned
The general seemed to be clinical to the fact that Emir could very much defeat him. More than that, after I looked at it, hYGP has been giving us hints that Valois is an important player with how much attention he
Which is uh, interesting. Considering that next to all of the negativity Agueda gets stems from racism of being non-human.
As for the other two vote, war is about to go down and Prudence is a virtue that helps a great deal with softening the blow of failing Cecile's check. We need to discern her loyalties before we decide whether or not we should make an enemy out of her and decline to give her any info. As for the Learned, do recall that we helped them in some ways:
Also, helping @Random Member for the potential revolution is just helpful~
[X] Emir Valois
[X] Lilliane Cecille - Intrigue
[X] The Learned
The general seemed to be clinical to the fact that Emir could very much defeat him. More than that, after I looked at it, hYGP has been giving us hints that Valois is an important player with how much attention he
would have been given had we chosen the right Interludes. Even then though:There is definitely several narratives running at the same time and Emir Valois has been given a great number of narrative shadow since the Quest start so it would be best to try and talk to him... even if he seems to be someone who is jealous at Agueda.
Which is uh, interesting. Considering that next to all of the negativity Agueda gets stems from racism of being non-human.
As for the other two vote, war is about to go down and Prudence is a virtue that helps a great deal with softening the blow of failing Cecile's check. We need to discern her loyalties before we decide whether or not we should make an enemy out of her and decline to give her any info. As for the Learned, do recall that we helped them in some ways:
With knowledge of war, it would be best to try and keep abreast with the non-traditional noble power blocks. In some ways, this does include the slight-accelerationist definite-reformist Countess but we can sort of let her be for the now.
Also, helping @Random Member for the potential revolution is just helpful~
Random Member
Gardener of Human Happiness
- Location
- Behind You
Finally you're starting to see reason!
Redsoff
[DETACHMENT]
- Location
- By [your] side
[X] Emir Valois
Something about this man bothers you, and when you advanced towards him, he decided to make contact as well, inviting you to a walk.
[X] Countess Natalia
It's been a year, and you were quite impressed with her work the last time you visited her province - you'd like to know how she's doing now.
[X] Vivien
Your Finance Minister seems to be surprisingly tired, as well as with her hair slightly mussed - you elect not to comment on it in your report to her.
Something about this man bothers you, and when you advanced towards him, he decided to make contact as well, inviting you to a walk.
[X] Countess Natalia
It's been a year, and you were quite impressed with her work the last time you visited her province - you'd like to know how she's doing now.
[X] Vivien
Your Finance Minister seems to be surprisingly tired, as well as with her hair slightly mussed - you elect not to comment on it in your report to her.
