Try to survive the Winter: A planquest in Fantasy Colonial America

Legion0047 · Dec 5, 2023

i am also for winter clothing. the blankets are probably more efficient cause magic, but they are linited while the clothing is versatile.

Chimeraguard · Dec 5, 2023

Chaeronea said:
[X]Plan Last Rush Before the Cold Bites

Some things to point out:
-You're only using 1 Council Die when we have 2.
-2 dice on True Homes for a True People is unlikely to finish. Better that those dice be assigned elsewhere, or another die be put towards it to give it a better chance of finishing.
-I object to just 2 Silent Blades dice on Lord-hunting. I think we need at least one non-Silent Blades Workforce on it as well, since someone has to be the one who plans the trap and baits the Lord into it.
-One set of tools will be automatically made, so you don't need to put 2 Craft onto making Tools to fulfill the mandate, just one.

Woltaire · Dec 5, 2023

Chaeronea said:
so I assume it totally sucks or people have completely missed it

ur plan does not suck I just prefer other plans over it that does not mean it terrible or anything.

Chaeronea · Dec 5, 2023

Chimeraguard said:
-One set of tools will be automatically made, so you don't need to put 2 Craft onto making Tools to fulfill the mandate, just one.

But doesn't that automatically made set of tools take up 1 of our 4 Craft points ?

@OldShadow Is that how the automatic-made set of tools works? If we get the set of tools in addition to our 4 Craft points I'll drop the Help the Craftsmen action and shift the dice to True Homes for a True People.

Woltaire · Dec 5, 2023

Chaeronea said:
But doesn't that automatically made set of tools take up 1 of our 4 Craft points ?

@OldShadow Is that how the automatic-made set of tools works? If we get the set of tools in addition to our 4 Craft points I'll drop the Help the Craftsmen action and shift the dice to True Homes for a True People.

OldShadow said:
Since he has for now little work to do, he will automatically produce 1 unit of Tool and consume 1 unit of Mediocre Steel until 3 tools are in Union (enough to mostly tool up everyone). You cannot stop this, since it is the People's Will.

wabbitking · Dec 5, 2023

[X] Plan Chimeraguard: Bravery and Strength

Sivantic · Dec 5, 2023

Amilia said:
I'm planning on doing that next summer.

So a full three turns away huh(granted, Winter is more of a sit still and not die turn)

No, I would rather get started now or in spring.

Chimeraguard said:
Eh, I at least want to try and contact them first, since they were part of the Winter Walker's Federation and that might make diplomacy easier.

I rather not go near them as they required charity first and we are struggling to survive winter now. If anyone, I rather the shipwrecked join us as they likely also have Old World knowledge that will be difficult to source and not in the employ of the Deep Ones.

Simon_Jester · Dec 5, 2023

Amilia said:
I think they will be able to mitigate some of the options that appear on Winter turns, allowing us greater flexibility in what kind of poison we have to swallow.

Yeah, the thing is, baby blankets mitigate options involving babies, and I don't expect to have babies born in winter, or if we do, so few that "just give that one hut a double helping of firewood, give the baby a grownup blanket that used to belong to one of the people who already died, and pray that they survive being eight weeks premature" may be a better bet. Not long odds in our favor, though.

Amilia · Dec 5, 2023

Sivantic said:
No, I would rather get started now or in spring.

But Spring is a very busy season.

We have to plant the fields which takes a good chunck of our dice, we have to send an expedition to refill the larders and we have to fix whatever breaks during the winter.

Plus, the action itself mentions the summer solstice so I imagine there will be a boost if we do it then.

Chimeraguard · Dec 6, 2023

Hmm, seems pretty split opinion over the Winter Clothing vs Baby Blankets debate. I have begun personally leaning on getting one set of Winter Clothing, but right now the Plan is still on Baby Blankets and I'm reluctant to change it because of that.

Would there be anyone here who voted for my plan for whom a switch from Baby Blankets to Winter Clothing would be considered unacceptable?

Simon_Jester · Dec 6, 2023

I know this isn't the question you asked, but I really, really think that warm winter clothes for adults will do us more good in this specific winter than the baby blankets. Though by next year I expect this to change.

Chimeraguard · Dec 6, 2023

A/N: Okay, here's my attempt at an omake. This came to my head as inspiration for how the Bravery and Strength approach to Lord Hunting may go. Or well, this is how I envisioned it going if it succeeds anyway.

Whether it's canon or not probably depends on us succeeding in a roll against the Lords.

@OldShadow If there are any inaccuracies in the appearance of the Lord (I tried to keep it vague for this reason) or how a fight would go, please tell me and I'll try to correct things as best I'm able.
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Rage and Terror
A band of braves rushed through the Wilds, eyes focused ahead and ears behind. In front of them the Wilds cooperated as much they were able. The path to safety was obvious to eyes honed over a year of fighting for survival and a season of training for actions just like this. They did not look behind them, knowing it would do nothing but slow them down, instead training their gaze firmly ahead and praying the Wilds remained as kind as they were now.

Their ears instead told them all they needed to know. The thunderous feet on legs like tree trunks, the crash of trees (not the ones that warred, not even this thing could crush those casually, but tall, mighty ones nonetheless) trampled in its wake. The huff of air from lungs like bellows, emerging from jaws that could swallow them all whole at once were they to reach them.

And most of all, their ears heard rage. The roar and howl of a Lord, furious at the insult delivered to it at the heart of its domain. Rage at the insects (worse than insects - insects knew their place) that had the insolence to consider themselves claimants.

Insult upon insult piled upon him as it chased the pretenders to rule of its domain. First they had struck it from afar with fire, stones, like dust on one's skin, harmless but outrageous in its temerity. More signs of their usurpation became evident as the chase began. Woods that had once shied out of its way, cowed into cooperation, now held thick save the gaps the insects passed through. Tearing through the obstacles was trivial, a task of mere seconds, but it was precious seconds bought to flee further away when by all rights they should have been devoured by now.

It would devour them slowly once they were caught, it decided. The Vermin had become too presumptuous, too secure in petty victories that meant nothing, if they dared attack one such as it. The paltry authority they had gained over its Wild would be reversed. And after that...Winter was coming. Perhaps the rest of the crop needed...pruning.

Finally, the chase led to a clearing. Skeletons were strewn here and there, victims of some past, forgotten battle in the ever-shifting woods no doubt, leaning against the tall oaks that surrounded this spot that the two-legged furless prey had chosen to die in. Still they scrambled forward, rushing for the safety of the thickets they had stumbled out of. Too slow, far too slow. Legs that could cross leagues bounded forward, the Lord's mouth opening in a triumphant howl as it-

watched its leg fall through the ground. A well-dug pit, concealed enough to be hidden from a Lord blinded by rage. The leg plunged through the cover and the Lord howled! Razorweed strewn thick and strong within the pit wrapped tight around its foot and punched through hide that musketballs bounced off of. For a man this would have meant certain death - if not from the bleeding, then from the onset of despair.

The Lord was merely injured, but its woes were not done. The Lord was mighty, impossibly so, unfairly so by the reckoning of man. Yet there were laws of the world even it had to obey. As its leg plunged downwards the rest of its body continued onwards. The behemoth's triumphant charged turned into a fumbling collapse to the ground, the crash every bit as ear-splitting as the roar of a cannon.

The Lord made its own roar. They dared? THEY DARED!? It kicked its trapped foot, but this only caused the Razorweed to tighten its grip, digging deeper into its flesh. It crawled forward, furious eyes trained on the morsels as they scrambled just out of reach of its claws and maw that slashed towards them.

This would not stop it. It would tear this entanglement apart, and then, Winter or no Winter, it would tear their petty wooden lair down to sticks and devour any who thought they could-

Another sound drew the Lord's attention. The creak of bone. Then another, and another, and another, and another. Its eyes shot back. Skeletons once thought inanimate surged to unlife, grasping their weapons once more. Others, hidden in the shadows of trees and so still they could have been mistaken for such from the distant view of a Lord standing at full height, marched out, brandishing axes impossibly sharp for their rust.

They descended on its limbs. Blades hacked into hide, into skin, into muscle and bone. A sweep here, a kick there, send some flying back. But those not entirely shattered simply stood up once more, reacquired their weapons and marched forward. The scouts now returned, sending arrows and throwing spears and musketballs, aiming for its vulnerable eyes.

The Lord let forth a howl of rage as it fought, redoubling its efforts even as a half-dozen centuries-dead warriors' bite-bite-bite of metal held-in-hand claws reduced its right arm to a thing hanging off of bone.

A few minutes later, it let forth another howl, this one with a tone of terror as its struggles. now for survival instead of victory, grew ever-weaker and some Blades began to move for its neck.

A few minutes after that, it didn't howl at all.

OldShadow · Dec 6, 2023

Chaeronea said:
@OldShadow Is that how the automatic-made set of tools works? If we get the set of tools in addition to our 4 Craft points I'll drop the Help the Craftsmen action and shift the dice to True Homes for a True People.

No craft point counsumed, Arnaud as simply too little work, so he his working on tools even without the ressources represented by craft points.

OldShadow · Dec 6, 2023

Chimeraguard said:
A/N: Okay, here's my attempt at an omake. This came to my head as inspiration for how the Bravery and Strength approach to Lord Hunting may go. Or well, this is how I envisioned it going if it succeeds anyway.

Whether it's canon or not probably depends on us succeeding in a roll against the Lords.

@OldShadow If there are any inaccuracies in the appearance of the Lord (I tried to keep it vague for this reason) or how a fight would go, please tell me and I'll try to correct things as best I'm able.
------
Rage and Terror
A band of braves rushed through the Wilds, eyes focused ahead and ears behind. In front of them the Wilds cooperated as much they were able. The path to safety was obvious to eyes honed over a year of fighting for survival and a season of training for actions just like this. They did not look behind them, knowing it would do nothing but slow them down, instead training their gaze firmly ahead and praying the Wilds remained as kind as they were now.

Their ears instead told them all they needed to know. The thunderous feet on legs like tree trunks, the crash of trees (not the ones that warred, not even this thing could crush those casually, but tall, mighty ones nonetheless) trampled in its wake. The huff of air from lungs like bellows, emerging from jaws that could swallow them all whole at once were they to reach them.

And most of all, their ears heard rage. The roar and howl of a Lord, furious at the insult delivered to it at the heart of its domain. Rage at the insects (worse than insects - insects knew their place) that had the insolence to consider themselves claimants.

Insult upon insult piled upon him as it chased the pretenders to rule of its domain. First they had struck it from afar with fire, stones, like dust on one's skin, harmless but outrageous in its temerity. More signs of their usurpation became evident as the chase began. Woods that had once shied out of its way, cowed into cooperation, now held thick save the gaps the insects passed through. Tearing through the obstacles was trivial, a task of mere seconds, but it was precious seconds bought to flee further away when by all rights they should have been devoured by now.

It would devour them slowly once they were caught, it decided. The Vermin had become too presumptuous, too secure in petty victories that meant nothing, if they dared attack one such as it. The paltry authority they had gained over its Wild would be reversed. And after that...Winter was coming. Perhaps the rest of the crop needed...pruning.

Finally, the chase led to a clearing. Skeletons were strewn here and there, victims of some past, forgotten battle in the ever-shifting woods no doubt, leaning against the tall oaks that surrounded this spot that the two-legged furless prey had chosen to die in. Still they scrambled forward, rushing for the safety of the thickets they had stumbled out of. Too slow, far too slow. Legs that could cross leagues bounded forward, the Lord's mouth opening in a triumphant howl as it-

watched its leg fall through the ground. A well-dug pit, concealed enough to be hidden from a Lord blinded by rage. The leg plunged through the cover and the Lord howled! Razorthorns strewn thick and strong within the pit wrapped tight around its foot and punched through hide that musketballs bounced off of. For a man this would have meant certain death - if not from the bleeding, then from the onset of despair.

The Lord was merely injured, but its woes were not done. The Lord was mighty, impossibly so, unfairly so by the reckoning of man. Yet there were laws of the world even it had to obey. As its leg plunged downwards the rest of its body continued onwards. The behemoth's triumphant charged turned into a fumbling collapse to the ground, the crash every bit as ear-splitting as the roar of a cannon.

The Lord made its own roar. They dared? THEY DARED!? It kicked its trapped foot, but this only caused the Razorthorns to tighten their grip, digging deeper into its flesh. It crawled forward, furious eyes trained on the morsels as they scrambled just out of reach of its claws and maw that slashed towards them.

This would not stop it. It would tear this entanglement apart, and then, Winter or no Winter, it would tear their petty wooden lair down to sticks and devour any who thought they could-

Another sound drew the Lord's attention. The creak of bone. Then another, and another, and another, and another. Its eyes shot back. Skeletons once thought inanimate surged to unlife, grasping their weapons once more. Others, hidden in the shadows of trees and so still they could have been mistaken for such from the distant view of a Lord standing at full height, marched out, brandishing axes impossibly sharp for their rust.

They descended on its limbs. Blades hacked into hide, into skin, into muscle and bone. A sweep here, a kick there, send some flying back. But those not entirely shattered simply stood up once more, reacquired their weapons and marched forward. The scouts now returned, sending arrows and throwing spears and musketballs, aiming for its vulnerable eyes.

The Lord let forth a howl of rage as it fought, redoubling its efforts even as a half-dozen centuries-dead warriors' bite-bite-bite of metal held-in-hand claws reduced its right arm to a thing hanging off of bone.

A few minutes later, it let forth another howl, this one with a tone of terror as its struggles. now for survival instead of victory, grew ever-weaker and some Blades began to move for its neck.

A few minutes after that, it didn't howl at all.

A very good omake ! And a very good showing off how would a Lord think. A few inaccuracies because of SPOILER, but nothing majors. As you said, canon status will depend on rolls, but until them, you can choose a reward, One OOC quetion or One + 10 bonus.

OldShadow · Dec 6, 2023

Chimeraguard · Dec 6, 2023

Hmm, it's late now, so I think I'll sleep on what I want the reward to be. And see if anyone else has an opinion overnight.

I definitely do have questions I'd like answered that could affect planning for future turns, but we are doing a few projects where a +10 could really help if they roll abominably low. Like, for example, the whole hunting a Lord in the first place.

Edit: I have also temporarily made the swap from Blankets to Winter Clothing for now. Will swap it back if there's a significant backlash from those who voted for my Plan, but I wanted to make the change before I went to bed, just in case I overslept and miss the vote call or something.

Edit2: Actually, @OldShadow I have an idea for another omake that I can hopefully get out at some point before Spring. So for now, I'll take the +10 bonus to give us a safety net.

IamtooSleepy · Dec 6, 2023

[X] Plan Chimeraguard: Cunning and Patience

To be honest, I am not sure about the risk implied in Bravery and Strength when we want everyone in the best possible shape for the winter.

Also, I think winter clothing would be more useful than the baby blankets since we don't have baby yet.

On another note, I am extremely anxious about the Fall event that just timed out...

Chimeraguard · Dec 6, 2023

I definitely do feel we should have scrounged for dice to see what the Fall was, but I also don't really know when or where we'd have had the dice to spare.

Such is PlanQuests I suppose. There will always be some opportunities that have to be given up or sacrificed.

sunrise · Dec 6, 2023

Chimeraguard said:
[X] Plan Chimeraguard: Bravery and Strength

Could you add a new mandate to the vote, we can add a new one as we completed one last turn

Try to survive the Winter: A planquest in Fantasy Colonial America Fantasy - Alt. History

It is a time of joy for the community, as a great curse has been lifted off the people's shoulders. But it is also a time of choices and negotiations, for we now have allies, and not just foes. The question now is how much can we spare to strengthen our ties without engendering us in the coming...

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is the post with all possible ones but i think we should take A Garden Restored as restoring the garden provides us bonuses already and with the mandate we get tools as a reward that will help

OldShadow · Dec 6, 2023

sunrise said:
Could you add a new mandate to the vote, we can add a new one as we completed one last turn

Try to survive the Winter: A planquest in Fantasy Colonial America Fantasy - Alt. History

It is a time of joy for the community, as a great curse has been lifted off the people's shoulders. But it is also a time of choices and negotiations, for we now have allies, and not just foes. The question now is how much can we spare to strengthen our ties without engendering us in the coming...

forums.sufficientvelocity.com

is the post with all possible ones but i think we should take A Garden Restored as restoring the garden provides us bonuses already and with the mandate we get tools as a reward that will help

Ehhh no, you need to take a free action to meet the Freed to take a new mandate with them (what they propose has changed...)
And the King will meet you when He wish to do so.

EDIT : this one
[] Speak with the Freed [Free, will be taken as no cost in die]
Now that they have a town to call their own and have growth in power, we could ask the freed to come negotiate with us again, and see what deals we can make with the dead.
Open negotiations with the Freed, allowing deals and the taking of new Mandates.

Chimeraguard · Dec 6, 2023

Hmm. Kinda want to keep this last slot free then until Spring then. Just in case he does visit (and because we may also get Mandates from our non-occult Allies if things go well with the Escapees and they survive Winter.)

101001101 · Dec 6, 2023

I read "fantasy Colonial America" and I think Times That Fry Men's Souls.

OldShadow · Dec 6, 2023

101001101 said:
I read "fantasy Colonial America" and I think Times That Fry Men's Souls.

Nice. A little late in the timeline for this quest, however.

Orsocinghiale · Dec 6, 2023

[X] Plan Chimeraguard: Cunning and Patience

sunrise · Dec 6, 2023

[X] Plan Chimeraguard: Bravery and Strength

Try to survive the Winter: A planquest in Fantasy Colonial America

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