And there is likely also the fact that well, the nation has turned into a complete and total mess in the aftermath thanks to nobles with more ambition and sense and a massive operation to roll back as much of the centralization as possible which probably did not get as bad elsewhere.
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
- Southampton, Great Britain
- Pronouns
- He/Him
@huhYeahGoodPoint Do Agueda and the rest of the team count as adventurers?
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
This.
@huhYeahGoodPoint 's "lean" worldbuilding presentation style works great for Agueda the Tax Spooder, who lives in a fairly episodic story where all that really matters is how he and his crew interact with whatever absurdly borked regional economy they're having to un-bork this year.
It does not work so great for Agueda the Justice Spooder, who is on a heroic and fairly open-ended quest to help Oskaria Personified rally her forces to repel an imminent wave of treacherous foreign invaders bent on brutally partitioning her.
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Sirrocco
Pedantic
No. We don't have nearly the martial scores for it, and we're not doing Adventurer Things.
Adventurers, broadly speaking, are able to take out squads of normal people at a time. Our team is highly competent, but not adventurers.
EVENT: The Red Knight IV
- Location
- Somewhere over the rainbow
Lilianne Cecille - Intrigue
DC: 25. Roll: 22 + 2 + 5.0 = 29.0
You've been wondering what drives the Minister of the Interior - and you know someone who might know about that.
"Mm? You want to know about that wonderful upstanding representative of the Cecille Family, Agueda?" Vivien asked. "Why, I would love that," she said, a feral grin spreading over her face. "I would like to say many impolite things about her skills and the golden virtue that she demonstrated to get into her position, but I am afraid I might sound rude - and we cannot tolerate anything less than the absolute highest standards for her, after all. Some might even call them exclusionary."
"I see," you say, smile equally sharp. "It would be rather unfortunate to find out who owns what there, would it? Of course, there is no conceivable way their most old and loyal Colonist servant Sigrun could ever think to betray their confidence should the Cecile Family turn against Oskaria and its Colonist citizens, yes?"
"Hmph," Vivien smirked. "Yes, quite. Do remember to be a friend, will you?"
"I thought I was your unruly subordinate, Vivien," you teasingly ribbed.
"Please. Some of us have to keep some distance, maintain some of our noble pride" she haughtily scoffed.
The two of you both broke down into sniggers at that thought.
Sigrun is easy to find, and falling in with him seems to make the Cecille family simply choose to disregard the both of you. In the bright halls, his short stature, bent back, and green skin stick out sharply - but then again, your view has always been more...down-to-earth than others, which makes it easy to see the sharpness behind Sigrun's beady eyes and greying wisps.
"So, what's one of the King's most renowned financial agents want with me?" Sigrun nonchalantly asked.
"I'm renowned?" you drily replied.
"To those who are listening to the true threats facing our masters, yes," Sigrun shrugged. "Any time you arrive in a province, someone either gets terribly embarrassed or forced into penury, possibly both - and people talk about such things, you know."
"I see," you nodded. "Then, I suppose, it will probably come as some surprise to you what I came here to talk about, yes?"
Sigrun grinned.
"I feel obligated to inform you that I have been ordered to give no answers should it compromise the security of my secrecy," he said, tapping his skull.
Ah, a geas, and a poorly designed one at that, if it allowed for him to hint he had one. Which meant it was likely more easily compromised than that.
"I see. Do you consent to have this conversation written down, then?" you slyly asked.
"Of course - after all, we are conducting important business here," he replied, eyes looking straight ahead as you roamed the gardens.
"Excellent. Well then, had you had irregular secret contact with foreign nobility over the course of your career?"
"No."
"Have you had regular secret contact with foreign nobility since the current head of the Cecille Family took over?"
"..."
"Have you had contact with the Rusmysian nobility recently?"
"No."
"Did you bear witness to all of the meetings with Alanyivan nobility?"
"No, I did not bear witness to all of the meetings with Alanyivan nobility."
"Did you bear witness to all of the meetings with Etrellan nobility?"
"No, I did not bear witness to all of the meetings with Etrellan nobility."
"Has your houses' financial situation recently improved at a regular pace?"
"Yes, it has, and we have not taken out loans or benefited from improved collections from the peasantry and the burghers."
"Thank you for your cooperation, Sigrun," you said.
"I am happy to aid a fellow subject of the King," Sigrun replied, gleam in his eye. "I only hope that such loyalty is rewarded."
"Indeed. Loyalty and competence are welcome qualities, and I believe that the Financial Minister would be happy to bestow upon you a position at my behest, should you ever find yourself...out of employment," you said.
"Excellent. Thank you, Agueda, you truly are just as the rumors suggest."
"I thank you for the compliment."
Ophelia-Oskaria
DC: 26. Roll: 23 + 6.3 = 29.3
You had noticed the tension building inside Ophelia, where she'd occasionally bite her lips and clench her fists and look away before skittering back. It had been subtle, but growing in strength over the past two days. You suspected that she was going to ask whether she could be more useful - and it bit at you to leave the weight of a nation on a young child's shoulders, but.
No, you would be honest, with yourself if no one else. This was a cruelty you were doing to her, and hopefully it would avert the suffering of thousands more - but in the end, it was a cruelty to force a maturity and a burden upon her that she would not be able to let down.
"Ophelia," you gently said. "Can I ask you to contact Oskaria? We'll need - no, we want you to show off your power, okay?"
It hurts you inside to see Ophelia nod and brightly smile, the tension dissipating like the morning dew. You have to ask: "Have you been asked to channel Oskaria?"
She nodded, the smile remaining as her clothes began to straighten out and a pressure began to emanate. "Yes, but it's okay, since both you and Oskaria are okay with it!"
You look over at Cormag, who conspicuously turns away, shading his face in his priest's robes. You close your eyes for a moment, and then open them. If you were going to use a child to fight your battles, you would at least do her the courtesy of doing it with open eyes.
The pressure intensified and strengthened, her formerly unassuming clothes becoming radiant and unmistakable - though that was more because the presence concentrated in her existence grasped on to your perceptions and forcibly concentrated it on the great power shining out of Ophelia's slight frame. For only an interminable moment, she closed her eyes and reached out her hands. The gemstone on her chest shone a bright red, and she drew her glowing hands out into a sweep, tracing behind it a grand golden axe of power. Without opening her eyes, she swung the axe around experimentally, Oskaria testing out the weight of its own weapon - and then let it vanish into a hovering golden outline.
Finally, her face shifted into a hard line as she opened her bright red eyes, and you were finally allowed to look elsewhere.
"Shall we proceed?" the voice issued.
You breathed out. "We shall."
When you proceed back through the front entrance, the gate guards do not recognize her - but it does not matter, for the sheer presence has them bowing down for fear of displeasing this force of nature. Upon your entrance to the hall, you note a thinner crowd and pale-faced servants flitting around the crowd, as the hall is filled with the loud conversation. Every step Ophelia-Oskaria takes silences another dozen voices. Every impossibly sharp click on the floor draws more heads to the literally radiant figure marching down the hall, dimming the warm morning light by comparison. The voice that issues a request for an audience is level, but somehow you know it is laced with such power that everyone in the room stands at attention.
The knight in the crackling red armor stands up, radiating a pressure of her own as the lightning on the armor intensifies to audible sparking. "So, who are you?" she asked, a smirk playing across her face.
"I am Ophelia, the one Oskaria has empowered to fight Oskaria's enemies within. I ask of you," she said, reaching out her hand for the axe, "which one are you?"
"Interesting," Tara Valois answered, reaching for her scabbard. "I'm interested - "
A hand appeared on her shoulder, instantly quieting the lightning and annihilating the confidence upon Tara's face.
"You are not," Emir simply said, and with a slight movement Tara crashes to the ground on one knee. Emir followed the movement with more grace, but without ever letting his hand wander a foot away from Tara's shoulder.
Ophelia simply disinterestedly gazed at the commotion before turning around, and wherever her gaze fell the nobles knelt. The power she commanded demanded nothing less.
"Oh? Do those of another kingdom kneel to a foreign spirit?" a high-pitched voice asked - and you looked, and saw it was Danielsson.
Ophelia's gaze simply glanced at Danielsson before scoffing. "All those who have not sworn loyalty to Oskaria naturally have no obligation for me to command. All those who wish to renounce their loyalty to Oskaria now, feel free to raise your head."
Silence answered her, without the side chatter or even so much as a shuffling of feet that would normally accompany such an event. The nobles and the servants and you knelt on the floor, heads lowered but still knowing exactly your spatial relation to the voice issuing commands above you.
"Good," she imperiously nodded. "All those kneeling, feel free to look around," and you felt the weight on your head diminish. "Those who kneel now are those who will answer my call, and will be your comrades to come - those who are standing now owe no loyalty to me, and will not owe you their loyalty when calamity strikes. Think on that, when you choose your friends and your enemies," she said, waving her hand as she began striding out of the hall.
The nobles remained kneeling, as your party formed up around her to lead her out the door. With the grand creaking of the doors announcing your exit, the presence around Ophelia vanished in an instant. Ophelia staggered one step, two - and then she was falling, and your party raced to catch her. Cormag kneeled down, clasping his oversized jaw with one hand as he examined Ophelia's eye with the other. A red eye stared back, blood pooling in the irises.
"Out cold," Cormag pronounced. "Channeled too much, too soon, without preparation," he clinically said, and each word weighed upon you more than Oskaria's presence had. "She needed more training."
Your party unanimously agreed.
Countess Natalia
DC: 15. Roll: 20 + 2 + 5.3 = 29.3
The Countess is all too happy to speak with you again - her province has apparently recovered admirably well from the events two years prior, thanks in no small part to the organization you helped cultivate for her. While the relations with the local Compact remain mildly strained due to the, ah, ancestor spirits, they're on the road to recovery. Honestly, though, the best part of the past year has been seeing the rich harvests and festivals fill the cheeks of her farmers - the children are no longer hungry even through bad winters like the last one, she proudly exclaimed.
You duly congratulate her on her achievement - easy enough to talk big and shake up a province, but far harder to steadily make it a better place like she's been doing. She impresses you, honestly, which is why you have a request for her.
She laughs, and says if it's in her power to grant she'll do so - you helped her a lot that year, you know.
Excellent, you reply. You want to move your colony into her land, you suggest.
Consider it done, she nods. Even if it wasn't for a friend, she'd be a fool to turn down hard and clever workers like the Colonists.
You gratefully thank her. You're sure you'll need to be thanking her later.
Random Event Roll: 21
DISEASE OUTBREAK: 38
By the afternoon, however, something appears to have gone badly wrong. The crowds gathered begin to disperse out of the hall, some claiming high heat and a mild cough - and then a servant collapses to the ground, skin burning hot to the touch and choking on thin air. Cormag is on the scene immediately, diagnosing him with some sort of coughing sickness - Tekla is there a moment later, attempting to form a sympathetic link between the sickness and the other potential carriers. Light shoots everywhere, before fizzling out to nothing - most likely a spell failure, some sort of failure to contain it.
Tekla squints, casts the spell again, and gets the same result - which causes him to shoot up with alarm and find the nearest servants.
It's not that the spell failed, he explained.
It's that the coughing sickness is everywhere.
Almost like a gunshot, the crowd of nobles vanishes, heading out into the village to find their coach and get as far away from the plague.
Truly, the power of rumor is something to be feared.
Surprisingly, you find Vivien waiting for you outside the party, seated by the benches near the exit.
"King Julius has summoned us for an audience," she explained. "He wants to know more about the conspiracy to carve up Oskaria, and, well, you're the primary witness."
You nod, and follow along.
[] Tell him what you know
You know and overheard that General Kirilov and Prince Danielsson have been discussing dividing up Oskaria - so you can mostly show that much.
[] Tell him what you suspect
You suspect that not only have the foreign nations been planning to divide up Oskarian land, they've also been turning the nobility inside the country away from sabotage and into outright treason.
DC: 25. Roll: 22 + 2 + 5.0 = 29.0
You've been wondering what drives the Minister of the Interior - and you know someone who might know about that.
"Mm? You want to know about that wonderful upstanding representative of the Cecille Family, Agueda?" Vivien asked. "Why, I would love that," she said, a feral grin spreading over her face. "I would like to say many impolite things about her skills and the golden virtue that she demonstrated to get into her position, but I am afraid I might sound rude - and we cannot tolerate anything less than the absolute highest standards for her, after all. Some might even call them exclusionary."
"I see," you say, smile equally sharp. "It would be rather unfortunate to find out who owns what there, would it? Of course, there is no conceivable way their most old and loyal Colonist servant Sigrun could ever think to betray their confidence should the Cecile Family turn against Oskaria and its Colonist citizens, yes?"
"Hmph," Vivien smirked. "Yes, quite. Do remember to be a friend, will you?"
"I thought I was your unruly subordinate, Vivien," you teasingly ribbed.
"Please. Some of us have to keep some distance, maintain some of our noble pride" she haughtily scoffed.
The two of you both broke down into sniggers at that thought.
Sigrun is easy to find, and falling in with him seems to make the Cecille family simply choose to disregard the both of you. In the bright halls, his short stature, bent back, and green skin stick out sharply - but then again, your view has always been more...down-to-earth than others, which makes it easy to see the sharpness behind Sigrun's beady eyes and greying wisps.
"So, what's one of the King's most renowned financial agents want with me?" Sigrun nonchalantly asked.
"I'm renowned?" you drily replied.
"To those who are listening to the true threats facing our masters, yes," Sigrun shrugged. "Any time you arrive in a province, someone either gets terribly embarrassed or forced into penury, possibly both - and people talk about such things, you know."
"I see," you nodded. "Then, I suppose, it will probably come as some surprise to you what I came here to talk about, yes?"
Sigrun grinned.
"I feel obligated to inform you that I have been ordered to give no answers should it compromise the security of my secrecy," he said, tapping his skull.
Ah, a geas, and a poorly designed one at that, if it allowed for him to hint he had one. Which meant it was likely more easily compromised than that.
"I see. Do you consent to have this conversation written down, then?" you slyly asked.
"Of course - after all, we are conducting important business here," he replied, eyes looking straight ahead as you roamed the gardens.
"Excellent. Well then, had you had irregular secret contact with foreign nobility over the course of your career?"
"No."
"Have you had regular secret contact with foreign nobility since the current head of the Cecille Family took over?"
"..."
"Have you had contact with the Rusmysian nobility recently?"
"No."
"Did you bear witness to all of the meetings with Alanyivan nobility?"
"No, I did not bear witness to all of the meetings with Alanyivan nobility."
"Did you bear witness to all of the meetings with Etrellan nobility?"
"No, I did not bear witness to all of the meetings with Etrellan nobility."
"Has your houses' financial situation recently improved at a regular pace?"
"Yes, it has, and we have not taken out loans or benefited from improved collections from the peasantry and the burghers."
"Thank you for your cooperation, Sigrun," you said.
"I am happy to aid a fellow subject of the King," Sigrun replied, gleam in his eye. "I only hope that such loyalty is rewarded."
"Indeed. Loyalty and competence are welcome qualities, and I believe that the Financial Minister would be happy to bestow upon you a position at my behest, should you ever find yourself...out of employment," you said.
"Excellent. Thank you, Agueda, you truly are just as the rumors suggest."
"I thank you for the compliment."
Ophelia-Oskaria
DC: 26. Roll: 23 + 6.3 = 29.3
You had noticed the tension building inside Ophelia, where she'd occasionally bite her lips and clench her fists and look away before skittering back. It had been subtle, but growing in strength over the past two days. You suspected that she was going to ask whether she could be more useful - and it bit at you to leave the weight of a nation on a young child's shoulders, but.
No, you would be honest, with yourself if no one else. This was a cruelty you were doing to her, and hopefully it would avert the suffering of thousands more - but in the end, it was a cruelty to force a maturity and a burden upon her that she would not be able to let down.
"Ophelia," you gently said. "Can I ask you to contact Oskaria? We'll need - no, we want you to show off your power, okay?"
It hurts you inside to see Ophelia nod and brightly smile, the tension dissipating like the morning dew. You have to ask: "Have you been asked to channel Oskaria?"
She nodded, the smile remaining as her clothes began to straighten out and a pressure began to emanate. "Yes, but it's okay, since both you and Oskaria are okay with it!"
You look over at Cormag, who conspicuously turns away, shading his face in his priest's robes. You close your eyes for a moment, and then open them. If you were going to use a child to fight your battles, you would at least do her the courtesy of doing it with open eyes.
The pressure intensified and strengthened, her formerly unassuming clothes becoming radiant and unmistakable - though that was more because the presence concentrated in her existence grasped on to your perceptions and forcibly concentrated it on the great power shining out of Ophelia's slight frame. For only an interminable moment, she closed her eyes and reached out her hands. The gemstone on her chest shone a bright red, and she drew her glowing hands out into a sweep, tracing behind it a grand golden axe of power. Without opening her eyes, she swung the axe around experimentally, Oskaria testing out the weight of its own weapon - and then let it vanish into a hovering golden outline.
Finally, her face shifted into a hard line as she opened her bright red eyes, and you were finally allowed to look elsewhere.
"Shall we proceed?" the voice issued.
You breathed out. "We shall."
When you proceed back through the front entrance, the gate guards do not recognize her - but it does not matter, for the sheer presence has them bowing down for fear of displeasing this force of nature. Upon your entrance to the hall, you note a thinner crowd and pale-faced servants flitting around the crowd, as the hall is filled with the loud conversation. Every step Ophelia-Oskaria takes silences another dozen voices. Every impossibly sharp click on the floor draws more heads to the literally radiant figure marching down the hall, dimming the warm morning light by comparison. The voice that issues a request for an audience is level, but somehow you know it is laced with such power that everyone in the room stands at attention.
The knight in the crackling red armor stands up, radiating a pressure of her own as the lightning on the armor intensifies to audible sparking. "So, who are you?" she asked, a smirk playing across her face.
"I am Ophelia, the one Oskaria has empowered to fight Oskaria's enemies within. I ask of you," she said, reaching out her hand for the axe, "which one are you?"
"Interesting," Tara Valois answered, reaching for her scabbard. "I'm interested - "
A hand appeared on her shoulder, instantly quieting the lightning and annihilating the confidence upon Tara's face.
"You are not," Emir simply said, and with a slight movement Tara crashes to the ground on one knee. Emir followed the movement with more grace, but without ever letting his hand wander a foot away from Tara's shoulder.
Ophelia simply disinterestedly gazed at the commotion before turning around, and wherever her gaze fell the nobles knelt. The power she commanded demanded nothing less.
"Oh? Do those of another kingdom kneel to a foreign spirit?" a high-pitched voice asked - and you looked, and saw it was Danielsson.
Ophelia's gaze simply glanced at Danielsson before scoffing. "All those who have not sworn loyalty to Oskaria naturally have no obligation for me to command. All those who wish to renounce their loyalty to Oskaria now, feel free to raise your head."
Silence answered her, without the side chatter or even so much as a shuffling of feet that would normally accompany such an event. The nobles and the servants and you knelt on the floor, heads lowered but still knowing exactly your spatial relation to the voice issuing commands above you.
"Good," she imperiously nodded. "All those kneeling, feel free to look around," and you felt the weight on your head diminish. "Those who kneel now are those who will answer my call, and will be your comrades to come - those who are standing now owe no loyalty to me, and will not owe you their loyalty when calamity strikes. Think on that, when you choose your friends and your enemies," she said, waving her hand as she began striding out of the hall.
The nobles remained kneeling, as your party formed up around her to lead her out the door. With the grand creaking of the doors announcing your exit, the presence around Ophelia vanished in an instant. Ophelia staggered one step, two - and then she was falling, and your party raced to catch her. Cormag kneeled down, clasping his oversized jaw with one hand as he examined Ophelia's eye with the other. A red eye stared back, blood pooling in the irises.
"Out cold," Cormag pronounced. "Channeled too much, too soon, without preparation," he clinically said, and each word weighed upon you more than Oskaria's presence had. "She needed more training."
Your party unanimously agreed.
Countess Natalia
DC: 15. Roll: 20 + 2 + 5.3 = 29.3
The Countess is all too happy to speak with you again - her province has apparently recovered admirably well from the events two years prior, thanks in no small part to the organization you helped cultivate for her. While the relations with the local Compact remain mildly strained due to the, ah, ancestor spirits, they're on the road to recovery. Honestly, though, the best part of the past year has been seeing the rich harvests and festivals fill the cheeks of her farmers - the children are no longer hungry even through bad winters like the last one, she proudly exclaimed.
You duly congratulate her on her achievement - easy enough to talk big and shake up a province, but far harder to steadily make it a better place like she's been doing. She impresses you, honestly, which is why you have a request for her.
She laughs, and says if it's in her power to grant she'll do so - you helped her a lot that year, you know.
Excellent, you reply. You want to move your colony into her land, you suggest.
Consider it done, she nods. Even if it wasn't for a friend, she'd be a fool to turn down hard and clever workers like the Colonists.
You gratefully thank her. You're sure you'll need to be thanking her later.
Random Event Roll: 21
DISEASE OUTBREAK: 38
By the afternoon, however, something appears to have gone badly wrong. The crowds gathered begin to disperse out of the hall, some claiming high heat and a mild cough - and then a servant collapses to the ground, skin burning hot to the touch and choking on thin air. Cormag is on the scene immediately, diagnosing him with some sort of coughing sickness - Tekla is there a moment later, attempting to form a sympathetic link between the sickness and the other potential carriers. Light shoots everywhere, before fizzling out to nothing - most likely a spell failure, some sort of failure to contain it.
Tekla squints, casts the spell again, and gets the same result - which causes him to shoot up with alarm and find the nearest servants.
It's not that the spell failed, he explained.
It's that the coughing sickness is everywhere.
Almost like a gunshot, the crowd of nobles vanishes, heading out into the village to find their coach and get as far away from the plague.
Truly, the power of rumor is something to be feared.
Surprisingly, you find Vivien waiting for you outside the party, seated by the benches near the exit.
"King Julius has summoned us for an audience," she explained. "He wants to know more about the conspiracy to carve up Oskaria, and, well, you're the primary witness."
You nod, and follow along.
[] Tell him what you know
You know and overheard that General Kirilov and Prince Danielsson have been discussing dividing up Oskaria - so you can mostly show that much.
[] Tell him what you suspect
You suspect that not only have the foreign nations been planning to divide up Oskarian land, they've also been turning the nobility inside the country away from sabotage and into outright treason.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Hm. If we go with 'what we suspect', does that mean we establish what we know for sure before going further? It wouldn't really be 'having it both ways', just a question of how much to present as actionable intelligence.
- Location
- USA
[x] Tell him what you know
- Location
- Somewhere over the rainbow
Yes. You will be telling him what you know, always - but you will be adding on what you suspect but do not have direct transcripts, because geases are a bitch to work around with no time, even if you could put together a better case given more time to properly investigate.
- Location
- Somewhere over the rainbow
That would be the latter option.
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Tell him what you suspect
The geas is suspicious enough that he should not to trust the Interior.
The geas is suspicious enough that he should not to trust the Interior.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
[X] Tell him what you suspect
The King's going to burn alot of what PR he has left, but we've seen continually that the nobility in this kingdom needs a good turning over. Who cares if the treason investigation doesn't come back positive, if they're remotely through they'll find something to leverage or give over to the crown.
The King's going to burn alot of what PR he has left, but we've seen continually that the nobility in this kingdom needs a good turning over. Who cares if the treason investigation doesn't come back positive, if they're remotely through they'll find something to leverage or give over to the crown.
- Location
- Somewhere over the rainbow
Right, in between updates I'm probably going to start putting together tables of travel times and maps - of which the tables of travel times will probably be more directly useful. Pursuant to this, if someone can assemble all of the times where I've stated travel times and terrain features before I compile a list myself, I will award the thread one Major Boon, refundable for one +3 Base Stat to an action.
Yes and no. In the sense that "adventurers are the people empowered by circumstance, spirit, and deed", yes, you are adventurers. In the strict classical sense of "you are adventurers if a spirit has given you power to resolve an issue," you're not really adventurers.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
[X] Tell him what you suspect
fictionfan
Please sir, may I have some Meows?
- Location
- Tempe, AZ
[X] Tell him what you suspect
- Location
- The state of Paranoia
[X] Tell him what you suspect
What a close vote.
What a close vote.
- Location
- Pittsburgh PA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Tell him what you suspect
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Tell him what you suspect
- Location
- Somewhere over the rainbow
Indeed, this is exactly the level of discussion that sniffs out "Tara Valois might be the daughter of the Dragon Emir just killed", and also in the same period votes to attempt to introduce a large minority population into a province with a pre-existing fault line between two groups that mutually hate each other for economic and murder-related reasons on the basis that it would make the other noble feel bad[X] Tell him what you suspect
What a close vote.
- Location
- Omniverse #1345
I mean, the obvious trap option with suspect is that the King is going to go on a paranoid delusional attack against loyal nobles. Or he's going to do something to us for going beyond our station for daring to suggest such a thing.Indeed, this is exactly the level of discussion that sniffs out "Tara Valois might be the daughter of the Dragon Emir just killed", and also in the same period votes to attempt to introduce a large minority population into a province with a pre-existing fault line between two groups that mutually hate each other for economic and murder-related reasons on the basis that it would make the other noble feel bad
And the trick with introducing a minority population there is that we can exploit those fault lines to make both sides assume we're in their camp!
- Location
- New York
It is one thing to claim that the country's neighbors are plotting to opportunistically invade it when the country is weak. It is another thing to claim that the very powerful nobility is filled with traitors plotting with foreign powers. Of course, it is almost certainly true that many nobles are in the pockets of Oskaria's foes. But it is a dangerous thing to say out loud so should we say it or stick to the facts?
The Countness is happy to take in Agueda's spider-people but will the locals be happy?
The Countness is happy to take in Agueda's spider-people but will the locals be happy?