So sending Empty Men after Shenhua is hilariously ineffective.
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I was thinking about potential better-case endings to the cloud nomads.
The problems:
- long grudges on both sides
- ministry of integrity dislikes cloud cultivation methods
- formal status as enemies
- cloud/empire as nomad/farmer civilizational differences
- imperial claim to the land
The goals:
- cloud tribes do not suffer physical or cultural destruction
- war and/or raiding do not restart
- cloud tribes are not forced to move
So. Out of this mix of ingredients, and assuming a emerald seas military victory, what is the best that can be made?
Formal status as enemies is the easiest- a formal surrender will be needed. Emerald Seas win, celebrate.
The ministry of integrity... I didn't know what our wiggle room there is. I think that if there isn't any sacrifice of people or use of people as cultivation tools the bonding with beasts things might slide? Idk. They might be on our side with resisting the more inhumane arguments some in the emerald seas are going to make.
I'm thinking that to occupy space on the map, a series of trading towns throughout the wall- take the Snowblossom techniques for a imperial settlements in the land of eternal ice, so a few sheltered valleys with hot springs- connected with roads. Tribes come in to trade for metal and wood, and otherwise keep their way of life.
It's the grudges and the interface with the southern edge of the emerald seas that's the biggest problem.
The only thing I can think of is a combination of a census, and a formation of some sort that would be a combination IFF beacon (telling imperials it is illegal to shoot the carrier) and a tracer. Maybe the study that leaves traces behind? The idea being that if any violence happened, the investigators would be able to go to the site and see who was there and when from the traces, match that against known issued formations. Of course, to work it would have to be impossible to take off, like a tattoo.
I don't like the idea of a coercive application of a formation tattoo, but I dislike re-education villages and cultural genocide a lot more.
Idk. Conquest is ugly. I feel like the examples we have of it being done gently are limited to like Cyrus the Great and Ahsoka the Great, and not a lot more.
The problems:
- long grudges on both sides
- ministry of integrity dislikes cloud cultivation methods
- formal status as enemies
- cloud/empire as nomad/farmer civilizational differences
- imperial claim to the land
The goals:
- cloud tribes do not suffer physical or cultural destruction
- war and/or raiding do not restart
- cloud tribes are not forced to move
So. Out of this mix of ingredients, and assuming a emerald seas military victory, what is the best that can be made?
Formal status as enemies is the easiest- a formal surrender will be needed. Emerald Seas win, celebrate.
The ministry of integrity... I didn't know what our wiggle room there is. I think that if there isn't any sacrifice of people or use of people as cultivation tools the bonding with beasts things might slide? Idk. They might be on our side with resisting the more inhumane arguments some in the emerald seas are going to make.
I'm thinking that to occupy space on the map, a series of trading towns throughout the wall- take the Snowblossom techniques for a imperial settlements in the land of eternal ice, so a few sheltered valleys with hot springs- connected with roads. Tribes come in to trade for metal and wood, and otherwise keep their way of life.
It's the grudges and the interface with the southern edge of the emerald seas that's the biggest problem.
The only thing I can think of is a combination of a census, and a formation of some sort that would be a combination IFF beacon (telling imperials it is illegal to shoot the carrier) and a tracer. Maybe the study that leaves traces behind? The idea being that if any violence happened, the investigators would be able to go to the site and see who was there and when from the traces, match that against known issued formations. Of course, to work it would have to be impossible to take off, like a tattoo.
I don't like the idea of a coercive application of a formation tattoo, but I dislike re-education villages and cultural genocide a lot more.
Idk. Conquest is ugly. I feel like the examples we have of it being done gently are limited to like Cyrus the Great and Ahsoka the Great, and not a lot more.
They're a coalition rather than a singular entity. You could make one Khan surrender but the rest will simply disobey the order and imperials can barely tell one tribe from another.
With their mobility there isn't much to stop them from just leaving for now either.
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Honestly it seems far too late to stop a war from breaking out, the Cloud Nomads are gathering and building up power with the return of their stars. At best, a short but intense campaign against the main hostile Khans with the rest leaving for Sky Palace Koliada.
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Ending the war in some peacful way definitely is one of the long term goals, but the main obstacle against this is that their cultures are inherently incompatible.
One side permanently changes natural geology for all their homes and resources (towns, farms, mines, etc). And the other believes any such changes are absolutely taboo, and an insult to the Nameless Mother.
Mining is especially evil in their views.
The White Sky gets around this since they build out of the fallen meteors, so not technically digging out Nameless Mother's flesh.
We don't have that kind of loophole. So any sort of peace is impossible, a cease-fire at best.
Unless the imperials stop building cities, or nomads change their cultural views, then they can't ever really cooperate.
That's what makes this most depressing. Seeing the cloud nomad's culture change is really sad, but they can't really peacfully coexist with other civ's unless they do.
One side permanently changes natural geology for all their homes and resources (towns, farms, mines, etc). And the other believes any such changes are absolutely taboo, and an insult to the Nameless Mother.
Mining is especially evil in their views.
The White Sky gets around this since they build out of the fallen meteors, so not technically digging out Nameless Mother's flesh.
We don't have that kind of loophole. So any sort of peace is impossible, a cease-fire at best.
Unless the imperials stop building cities, or nomads change their cultural views, then they can't ever really cooperate.
That's what makes this most depressing. Seeing the cloud nomad's culture change is really sad, but they can't really peacfully coexist with other civ's unless they do.
Some kind of adaptation is possible. There are Cloud who live in the Seared Lands and who still revere Father Sky above all and practise the Beast bond. And other Cloud have moved west to the Thousand Princes. Some have even become titular princes.
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Cultural taboos take a couple of generations to fade but are not insurmountable. I'm thinking about how interracial marriage was the sort of things that would get you assaulted in 1960s America but now it is weird and shameful if you make any sort of a fuss out of objecting to it. (Picking a taboo that is bad to minimize other baggage.)
Not quite. The white sky do mine and build like Imperials do, they don't make everything out of their sun metal or meteors. In story the white sky aligned nomads say that it bothers them a bit but it's easy to stick to strict orthodoxy when you've got the best grazing lands in the wall. It's an easy sacrifice for them to make as long as they aren't expected to mine themselves considering how much better their lives are with the white sky then in their poor lands where the other tribes wouldn't help them.
The best solution is probably some joining the white sky, and us attempting to copy their approach like we mentioned to the Wang sister that one time that we rolled terribly on.
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"I… still can't understand it, on the deepest level," Ling Qi said, standing from the bed and pacing to the window of the room. "I've seen it, felt it, but I still…"
Ling Qi thought of the cold, of the faces turned away from a ratty child, shivering on a street corner. She thought of her Mother's rooms and their scent, of alcohol on a man's breath and sweaty hands. She thought of starving, her belly feeling as if it was eating itself from the inside out.
"I still want to live. I want to live, more than almost anything else."
Shu Yue hummed, it was a low, resonant noise, deeper than anything that should have come from a human throat. "Denial, though you can't quite fully lie. A sneaking word. Almost."
Ling Qi hunched her shoulders at the window, the cool wind from outside tugging at her hair. The shadow she cast on the floor writhed.
"...Yeah, c'mon Qi, even I know its not the time for dodging," Sixiang said.
Ling Qi considered, for a moment, what she would do if the people she had gathered to her were taken away, if she was sent back to being a lonely wraith of frozen wind. She wanted to flinch away from what her mind showed her there, beneath the kinder face she had worked so hard to build for herself.
Boiling shadows and consuming frost, the shriek of a blizzard, the kind that cared not for walls and roofs, that tore and buried and crushed anything human hands could build.
Would she really care what got in her way, once that howling scream tore its way from her throat? She'd told Renxiang once that she found it hard to care for people she did not know. She'd done her best to extend the framework of who she 'knew' in response. Painstakingly built the map of connections in her head to cover a wider net.
How sturdy was that construction?
She exhaled, frost sparkling in the night air. "I don't understand that hate, the mindset that doesn't care for yourself, only the pain you can inflict. I hope I never will. But I have seen it, I can map a mind that thinks that way now. That was the point, wasn't it?"
"A point," Shu Yue said simply. "A lesson which is told but not felt is one forgotten quickly. Immersing yourself in this… You will never forget how deep a grudge can run, so long as you recall this lesson."
"What else did you learn.
Shu Yue towered over her in the dim room. It shouldn't really have been possible, the ceiling was not so high as that. But then, since when had such a trifling thing as that mattered to a cultivator of the higher realms.
Ling Qi frowned, looking out of the collection of glittering lights, extending away from her window in every direction, the more distant clusters of lights that clung to the other branches, the constellation of Xiangmen's Cloud District.
"...You do not need to be a sovereign of cultivation, to have lost all ability to care for or know any perspective but your own," Ling Qi said, turning to face Shu Yue. "I think… it might actually be more common than not."
"Cultivation takes its shape from its practitioners, as much as they take their shape from it," Shu Yue said. "This is true. Humans live in the world behind their eyes, as much or more than they live in the world where all feet tread."
"There's a reason you all use that word," Sixiang said, drawing their knees up to their chest, leaning back against the wall. "You grow, you prune, you snip, you shape, but you're only ever working with what was already there, you know?"
Shu Yue inclined their head in agreement. "It is so, however twisted, grand, awesome, terrifying or transcendent we become, the core of every cultivator was born in the mind of a mortal, a small, limited thing living in a world that is far greater than their senses can perceive."
Ling Qi leaned against the windowsill, frowning out at the vista outside. "But, at the same time, if people can't know each other, they could not build this, could not live like this. We don't live in a world of lonely titans surrounded by desolation."
"We do not. That too is a dichotomy of human experience," Shu Yue said. "You will find whole libraries filled with the philosophy debating which is the more 'natural' way of things."
"I don't know if thats a useful way of framing it, but then, that might be arrogant of me," Ling Qi shrugged.
Shu Yue smiled, a thin black line between bloodless lips. "A cultivator who seeks sovereignty must, by nature be arrogant. A truly humble person could not reach for such power."
"That, I won't try to deny. But I think… I think it should be possible to hold that arrogance, and retain some perspective. I think… there has to be."
"You think?"
"There is." Ling Qi said firmly.
It was no good to lack conviction in something she felt would be deeply important in forming her Way.
If it wasn't true… she would make it true. That was the conviction of a sovereign.
"When will we commence the lesson proper?" Ling Qi asked.
"After the day of the ceremony. Before the week of feasting and celebration that follows," Shu Yue said idly. I will meet you here in the early hours of the day after the ceremony.
"Understood," Ling Qi said. "Will you be attending?"
"Naturally, it is my Master's wedding," Shu Yue chuckled. "Though perhaps not visibly. Foolish as it might seem, there is always a chance for… trouble."
Ling Qi inclined her head at that. She couldn't imagine a more foolish place or time to stir things up, but she knew all too well that foolish things could seem very reasonable to the right mind. She just hoped they had reached their fill of surprises for now.
Ling Qi could see it, even so far below, where she was gathered, with Cai Renxiang and her fellow retainers, in the group waiting at the very branches edge to receive to party of the bride. The 'landing avenue' was a branch of the great tree that thrust out much further than the others, extending out like a reaching arm over the landscape. Here at the branch tip was a platform the size of a small village, balanced and built into the twigs and leaves, where the aerial vehicles of the highest nobility were received.
It was the natural place for the heiress of the Cai to be. To lead the bridal procession to the palace where the Duchess awaited. With them were the ranks of the White plumes, not yet deployed in the south, a number of ministers and vice ministers of the city, and other such worthies honored with a place here
Even this, Ling Qi supposed, was a dance of political favor, even in understated ways.
The front of the bridal procession lifted from the base roots as they reached the outer boroughs of the root towns, winding into the sky, curling the trunk. Below many hundreds of wagons and carriages remained breaking off, spreading through the lower parts of Xiangmen to scatter the Diao clan's gifts to the city among all its citizens
It was strange, usually the gifts were only given to the other clan specifically, even when that clan was a ducal one. Cai Shenhua and Diao Linqin though, had insisted.
Not that the Diao were all that reluctant, from what I got. Makes them look real good and wealthy, and its not like it really costs much," Sixiang murmured.
There was that, Ling Qi supposed. She glanced up and down the ranks of people waiting here with them to greet the procession. Some among the white plumes were on horseback, lined up in parade formation, but most were on foot, lined up in rows of resplendent clothing. Cai Renxiang had coaxed more finery from Liming herself. She looked like a young scholar hero from a storybook, with white riding boots with red lacing and long gloves, snug and perfectly pressed trousers, and a silk shirt. A white half cape fluttered from her back, and her long hair was wound up in a tight braid wreathing the back of her head, woven through with silver threads that glinted under the gleaming light emitted by her aura.
Xia Lin and Gan Guangli were both dressed in full armor, a slender spear, and a towering wall of silver and white metals, the colors of the Cai splashed across tabards over their chest plates. Meng Dan stood with them as well, the first public display of his retainership, and a bold one given the situation with his clan. He was… very handsome she had to admit, in his scholar's robe and crown of woven branches, chestnut brown hair spilling wavily down to his shoulders.
"Pfft, my girl is branching out in tastes a little huh? Then again, I guess you did like the look of Han Jian too back then."
Hush, she grumped.
Pretty pretty, got to be pretty!
Her dress, on the other hand, was ecstatic. She'd finally let her try out that high collar and veil arrangement with the midnight blue ribbons in her hair. With wide swoop sleeves and thin half-transparent gloves, she supposed she looked… mysterious. She felt the lower half of the gown was a little too snug around her hips and waist, but she'd allowed Qiyi her play. She did like the train of the gown seeming to merge and emerge from her shadow as she walked.
They waited in formal silence, save for the music rising throughout the city, and soon the bridal procession approached the landing. Two rows of Diao cavalrymen astride flying horses with pale blue and white coats, armed and armored with a mix of the living wood the Diao shaped from the trees of their home, and gleaming imperial steel.
Behind them came a palanquin of deep red wood, as large as a small house hung with pale pink silk to cover its windows and flutter from the fanciful sculpted flowers which lined its curved roof. It was borne on two long wooden rods, set beneath it, which were held up by four cyan cultivators of the Diao clan, striding across the empty air their matriarch's palanquin borne on their shoulders.
Behind them trailed two more lines of soldiers on horseback flanking the platforms covered in piled wealth and gifts.
They descended, and the first hooves touched down on the platform, fanning out to give Cai Renxiang room to approach, Ling Qi stepped forward along with her, casting a glance at the procession, which was now moving up, preparing to merge with the bridal one. She herself would be on Cai Renxiang's left when they began the march, along with…
[ ] The Ministers of Works and Spiritual Affairs.
[ ] The Ministers of Finance and Communication.
Ling Qi thought of the cold, of the faces turned away from a ratty child, shivering on a street corner. She thought of her Mother's rooms and their scent, of alcohol on a man's breath and sweaty hands. She thought of starving, her belly feeling as if it was eating itself from the inside out.
"I still want to live. I want to live, more than almost anything else."
Shu Yue hummed, it was a low, resonant noise, deeper than anything that should have come from a human throat. "Denial, though you can't quite fully lie. A sneaking word. Almost."
Ling Qi hunched her shoulders at the window, the cool wind from outside tugging at her hair. The shadow she cast on the floor writhed.
"...Yeah, c'mon Qi, even I know its not the time for dodging," Sixiang said.
Ling Qi considered, for a moment, what she would do if the people she had gathered to her were taken away, if she was sent back to being a lonely wraith of frozen wind. She wanted to flinch away from what her mind showed her there, beneath the kinder face she had worked so hard to build for herself.
Boiling shadows and consuming frost, the shriek of a blizzard, the kind that cared not for walls and roofs, that tore and buried and crushed anything human hands could build.
Would she really care what got in her way, once that howling scream tore its way from her throat? She'd told Renxiang once that she found it hard to care for people she did not know. She'd done her best to extend the framework of who she 'knew' in response. Painstakingly built the map of connections in her head to cover a wider net.
How sturdy was that construction?
She exhaled, frost sparkling in the night air. "I don't understand that hate, the mindset that doesn't care for yourself, only the pain you can inflict. I hope I never will. But I have seen it, I can map a mind that thinks that way now. That was the point, wasn't it?"
"A point," Shu Yue said simply. "A lesson which is told but not felt is one forgotten quickly. Immersing yourself in this… You will never forget how deep a grudge can run, so long as you recall this lesson."
"What else did you learn.
Shu Yue towered over her in the dim room. It shouldn't really have been possible, the ceiling was not so high as that. But then, since when had such a trifling thing as that mattered to a cultivator of the higher realms.
Ling Qi frowned, looking out of the collection of glittering lights, extending away from her window in every direction, the more distant clusters of lights that clung to the other branches, the constellation of Xiangmen's Cloud District.
"...You do not need to be a sovereign of cultivation, to have lost all ability to care for or know any perspective but your own," Ling Qi said, turning to face Shu Yue. "I think… it might actually be more common than not."
"Cultivation takes its shape from its practitioners, as much as they take their shape from it," Shu Yue said. "This is true. Humans live in the world behind their eyes, as much or more than they live in the world where all feet tread."
"There's a reason you all use that word," Sixiang said, drawing their knees up to their chest, leaning back against the wall. "You grow, you prune, you snip, you shape, but you're only ever working with what was already there, you know?"
Shu Yue inclined their head in agreement. "It is so, however twisted, grand, awesome, terrifying or transcendent we become, the core of every cultivator was born in the mind of a mortal, a small, limited thing living in a world that is far greater than their senses can perceive."
Ling Qi leaned against the windowsill, frowning out at the vista outside. "But, at the same time, if people can't know each other, they could not build this, could not live like this. We don't live in a world of lonely titans surrounded by desolation."
"We do not. That too is a dichotomy of human experience," Shu Yue said. "You will find whole libraries filled with the philosophy debating which is the more 'natural' way of things."
"I don't know if thats a useful way of framing it, but then, that might be arrogant of me," Ling Qi shrugged.
Shu Yue smiled, a thin black line between bloodless lips. "A cultivator who seeks sovereignty must, by nature be arrogant. A truly humble person could not reach for such power."
"That, I won't try to deny. But I think… I think it should be possible to hold that arrogance, and retain some perspective. I think… there has to be."
"You think?"
"There is." Ling Qi said firmly.
It was no good to lack conviction in something she felt would be deeply important in forming her Way.
If it wasn't true… she would make it true. That was the conviction of a sovereign.
"When will we commence the lesson proper?" Ling Qi asked.
"After the day of the ceremony. Before the week of feasting and celebration that follows," Shu Yue said idly. I will meet you here in the early hours of the day after the ceremony.
"Understood," Ling Qi said. "Will you be attending?"
"Naturally, it is my Master's wedding," Shu Yue chuckled. "Though perhaps not visibly. Foolish as it might seem, there is always a chance for… trouble."
Ling Qi inclined her head at that. She couldn't imagine a more foolish place or time to stir things up, but she knew all too well that foolish things could seem very reasonable to the right mind. She just hoped they had reached their fill of surprises for now.
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The day of the wedding opened with the cacophonous blast of horns. They shattered the early dawn air, announcing the beginning of the procession. At the very base of Xiangmen there was a vast caravan flying the colors of the Diao clan, stretching like a river down the road. Dancers, marchers, musicians, and wagons groaning with the weight of gifts, offerings, and wealth, all left free of storage rings to better display the splendor of the Diao clan.Ling Qi could see it, even so far below, where she was gathered, with Cai Renxiang and her fellow retainers, in the group waiting at the very branches edge to receive to party of the bride. The 'landing avenue' was a branch of the great tree that thrust out much further than the others, extending out like a reaching arm over the landscape. Here at the branch tip was a platform the size of a small village, balanced and built into the twigs and leaves, where the aerial vehicles of the highest nobility were received.
It was the natural place for the heiress of the Cai to be. To lead the bridal procession to the palace where the Duchess awaited. With them were the ranks of the White plumes, not yet deployed in the south, a number of ministers and vice ministers of the city, and other such worthies honored with a place here
Even this, Ling Qi supposed, was a dance of political favor, even in understated ways.
The front of the bridal procession lifted from the base roots as they reached the outer boroughs of the root towns, winding into the sky, curling the trunk. Below many hundreds of wagons and carriages remained breaking off, spreading through the lower parts of Xiangmen to scatter the Diao clan's gifts to the city among all its citizens
It was strange, usually the gifts were only given to the other clan specifically, even when that clan was a ducal one. Cai Shenhua and Diao Linqin though, had insisted.
Not that the Diao were all that reluctant, from what I got. Makes them look real good and wealthy, and its not like it really costs much," Sixiang murmured.
There was that, Ling Qi supposed. She glanced up and down the ranks of people waiting here with them to greet the procession. Some among the white plumes were on horseback, lined up in parade formation, but most were on foot, lined up in rows of resplendent clothing. Cai Renxiang had coaxed more finery from Liming herself. She looked like a young scholar hero from a storybook, with white riding boots with red lacing and long gloves, snug and perfectly pressed trousers, and a silk shirt. A white half cape fluttered from her back, and her long hair was wound up in a tight braid wreathing the back of her head, woven through with silver threads that glinted under the gleaming light emitted by her aura.
Xia Lin and Gan Guangli were both dressed in full armor, a slender spear, and a towering wall of silver and white metals, the colors of the Cai splashed across tabards over their chest plates. Meng Dan stood with them as well, the first public display of his retainership, and a bold one given the situation with his clan. He was… very handsome she had to admit, in his scholar's robe and crown of woven branches, chestnut brown hair spilling wavily down to his shoulders.
"Pfft, my girl is branching out in tastes a little huh? Then again, I guess you did like the look of Han Jian too back then."
Hush, she grumped.
Pretty pretty, got to be pretty!
Her dress, on the other hand, was ecstatic. She'd finally let her try out that high collar and veil arrangement with the midnight blue ribbons in her hair. With wide swoop sleeves and thin half-transparent gloves, she supposed she looked… mysterious. She felt the lower half of the gown was a little too snug around her hips and waist, but she'd allowed Qiyi her play. She did like the train of the gown seeming to merge and emerge from her shadow as she walked.
They waited in formal silence, save for the music rising throughout the city, and soon the bridal procession approached the landing. Two rows of Diao cavalrymen astride flying horses with pale blue and white coats, armed and armored with a mix of the living wood the Diao shaped from the trees of their home, and gleaming imperial steel.
Behind them came a palanquin of deep red wood, as large as a small house hung with pale pink silk to cover its windows and flutter from the fanciful sculpted flowers which lined its curved roof. It was borne on two long wooden rods, set beneath it, which were held up by four cyan cultivators of the Diao clan, striding across the empty air their matriarch's palanquin borne on their shoulders.
Behind them trailed two more lines of soldiers on horseback flanking the platforms covered in piled wealth and gifts.
They descended, and the first hooves touched down on the platform, fanning out to give Cai Renxiang room to approach, Ling Qi stepped forward along with her, casting a glance at the procession, which was now moving up, preparing to merge with the bridal one. She herself would be on Cai Renxiang's left when they began the march, along with…
[ ] The Ministers of Works and Spiritual Affairs.
[ ] The Ministers of Finance and Communication.
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In a giant tree there lived a hobbit...
Just a reminder that the Minister of Works is Renxiang's father whom we've met before.
As funny as that image is I can't imagine him giving two shits about the wedding now that he is no longer contractually obligated to pretend to care about things that aren't related to playing xanxia SimCity
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How so and to who?
Renxiang is at the head of the procession representing the Hosts. In the absence of additional Cai, that means that proximity to Renxiang represents value to said representing and thus the Cai as a whole
Note that Guangli and the rest are elsewhere, looking on
Meaning that as far as Renxiang is signaling, Ling Qi is as much a "face" of the Cai as whomever the Minister at Renxiangs right side is
To the entirety of the Emerald Seas and the Dao specifically
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It sounds like they're in the procession to me...but further back. Ling Qi is definitely getting the most prestigious place of Cai Renxiang's retainers.
And we are back! Had to reread the previous chapter to remind myself where let off last year.
I think Works and Spiritual is the best option.
Gotta remind everyone that, after the incident during Hanyi's concert, our relationship with the spiritual clergy is in a rather precarious situation.
Talking with the Spiritual Affairs Minister themselves is the perfect chance to gain back the lost favour.
[ ] The Ministers of Works and Spiritual Affairs.
I think Works and Spiritual is the best option.
Gotta remind everyone that, after the incident during Hanyi's concert, our relationship with the spiritual clergy is in a rather precarious situation.
Talking with the Spiritual Affairs Minister themselves is the perfect chance to gain back the lost favour.
[ ] The Ministers of Works and Spiritual Affairs.
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Which considering what she earned (the low-grade sap), it would be seen as an insult to Qi for her efforts. But yeah, I got the impression they were not at the head.
One is Rxn's father and the other is a potential contact and investor...
We all remember how valuable having a Comm-major was in the kiddy-pool so I think it might be worth talking to the minister of Talking and What Talks. We should probably get some updates on how we might communicate in the Underdark.
[X] The Ministers of Works and Spiritual Affairs.
There has been no statement where exactly everyone else is standing
We have Qi looking at the people waiting for the procession and after that describing what CRX, Gan, Xia Lin and Meng Dan are wearing. Honestly the implication seems to me that they are all standing together as one group
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[X] The Ministers of Works and Spiritual Affairs.
Not only to fix our rep with the Clergy, but we are playing SimCity ourselves now. Going to the best player the ES has might be a good way to get some tips. Other than the Builder, of course.
Not only to fix our rep with the Clergy, but we are playing SimCity ourselves now. Going to the best player the ES has might be a good way to get some tips. Other than the Builder, of course.
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[X] The Ministers of Finance and Communication.