Turn 3 : Winter 1983
- Location
- At the computer
WELP WHO'D HAVE THOUGHT CATCHING UP WITH 2 MONTHS OF UNIVERSITY LESSONS TOOK UP TIME HUH ?
(unbetaed because I'm so laaaaate)
November 23rd 1983
-[X] Build accomodations
---[X]Perfeddwlad
72
-[X] Settle.
68
The construction ran smoothly enough, the autumn wind carrying with it the last wiwps of summer's warmth. Or it was the muggle city burning, Dace thought whimsically as he took in his town's less gifted neighbor, watching impassively as a building crumbled. Yes, definitely the fires.
He would normally have intervened in some fashion, however, he had it on good authority that the city had been evacuated, mostly due to the muggle-repelling charms the land had been doused with. He turned around, moving away from the window as he strolled in the office he had ordered built for himself, the soles of his shors echoing in the room due to the lack of furniture.
Making sure people installed themselves in an orderly fashion was a chore, especially since those ones liked to complain, but in the end, it was done to his standards. However, security was a concern now, as he screening process had to be hurried in order not to make the innocents wait for too long.
Second settlement built and settles. Information section updated. Please choose a name for the new settlement :
[] Write-in
December 1st 1983
-[X] Militia.
86
Perhaps it was Ishmael's eye for talent, or the fact the current climate made it so people rearmed themselves, the fact was that producing a building for the militia and finding people to man it was frightfully easy. Though they were untrained, there was some potential here. However, as soon as the basics were built, Ishmael immediately switched to his other project, leaving Angus to take care of it, the younger man gritting his teeth but going along with it.
Other than the occasional fighting, there wasn't much more to do than train.
Militia building built ! + 30 Militia units! See informational section for more information.
December 22nd, 1983
-[X] Secret Ops.
65 + 20 (PS)
The building was plain. Well, plain wasn't really the word Dace would have used here, but more like inconspicuous. As inconspicuous as a trapdoor in his wine cellar could be anyways.
Still, as he went down said trapdoor, carefully so as to not slip on the metallic ladder, the stone surrounding him soon disappeared, revealing a massive ceiling, of a massive underground field, complete with artificial sun. His new advisor sure used his money for all its worth.
He finally touched gound and walked in the field, the long grass barely concealing a massive bunker. Ishmael was waiting him here clad in military garb and grunted in greetings, before signalling for him to follow inside the base. Around them, people were running in obvious panic, looking at the duo in obvious fear.
"The newbies've been busy." He answered to Dace's unspoken question as they arrived in front of a plain wall that opened when the military man glared at it, revealing a surprisingly tidy office, with a massive desk and shelves lining the walls from floor to ceiling.
"Things've gone down the drain around here, but two things stood out. First." he showed Dace a folder revealing a man in a crisp black suit that somehow fitted his massive frame, his face covered by a mask, holding an ice cream in his hand and his other holding on a little girl's, who had pale skin and shockingly white hair, a white summer dress, and was licking her own ice cream cone. Around them, one could see corpses and burning buildings.
"That's the Alley Man. He's been dragging that kid around. Probably to toughen her up, but the spied used that to keep tabs on them. Second." Ishmael's face showed his exasperation as a folder appeared from thin air.
Wait, no, it was a man who was holding it. How didn't Dace notice him earlier? He was lounging on a giant red sofa and drinking wine for goodness' sake!
"Second." Ishmael continued, ignoring the man who was waving lazily. " Your daughter has been busy."
Dace didn't like the man's tone, but opened the file, his eyebrows rising the more he read.
Apparently, Ishmael took upon himself to investigate in London and chanced upon Aife, who was leading groups of survivors out of the fires. Remembering the she wasn't supposed to be there, he followed, arriving to a warehouse chock full of people and he inserted in one of the groups, asking questions.
Apparently, Aife was the leader of a settlement Northwest of London, and had been saving people left and right, sending them to said unnamed settlement. When the sighal came, the protkeys activated and Ishmael was left alone in the warehouse.
"She really is a proactive woman, isn't she?" The man, Reaver -since when was he here?! Oh, wait, nevermind, he was always here- laughed, toying with his wine glass, and being most unhelpful.
Now Dace had a choice to make.
[] Write-in what will the spies do. Either the Jack Matter, or the Aife Matter, or Nothing.
In any case, he had things to do, Aife's potential betrayal did remind him of the necessity of obtaining a spare heir, which is why he headed up to his laboratory, cracked open the emergency box and get to work. The winter solstice was rapidly approaching, so Dace decided to make use of that. It was strange that there were six blood vials, when he only filled four, but he didn't detect anything from them, so he shrugged and dumped them in the cauldron like the rest.
Hm. I suppose I can chip in for this one, if only because otherwise this will end in tears. Again.
Dace looked critically at the child, a boy, apparently, and to his frustration, said child didn't inherit his family's bloodline, meaning he would have to try again later on or see his family go extinct.
The boy becan screaming, like all childred do, and he put him on a stone table, the enchantments arcing around the small figure and revealing his capacities.
Other than the lack of the most important thing, the child seemed to be much stronger than a regular baby, taller and with fast reflexes. Still, there was room for him to put in some changes, the question was, what did he wish to do ?
Due to Dace preferring power to gender, and letting Nature run its course, Dace may choose to rank up one of the child's genetic trait, or obtain one of the following traits :
-[X] Spend time with Social Links.(+2 RP)
--[X] Aife
[X]Confront her.
Now that he was pretty satisfied with what he had, he decided this would be the best time to go and have a talk with Aife. For several reasons.
When he arrived to her room, he saw her drinking tea with Monique. Great.
Now he could get answers from them both.
"Father?" Aife looked up at him, taking in the child under his arm with a confused expression on her face, while Monique raised an eyebrow, hiding her mouth behind her hand. This didn't work, he could see the corners of her lips stretching on each side and his own cheeks hurt at how wide the smile was. She then giggled.
"The farce is up, dear."
Aife sighed, before letting her head fall on the table, groaning on what seemed to be annoyance.
"You were supposed to keep it hidden." She whined, as Monique scoffed.
"And you were supposed to stay put. I'm fairly sure your little outing is what got you on his radar."
The young woman groaned in response, before slowly sitting up. Her eyes turned towards the unnamed baby boy and she frowned a bit, before pulling out a set of parchment. The contents?
Aife leaving the Gwallawg family, essentially disinheriting herself, and her divorce with Rosier.
"I was hesitating, but since you've got your spare..." she trailed off, before gettin gup and walking out. Dace was about to follow her when Monique interrupted him, her hands folded under her chin and her eyes giving him a piercing look.
"She won't change her mind about this, I've had two years to work on her." Her face lacked her previous mirth, looking almost solemn. "I've also cleared it with your Albus-mandated babysitter."
She got up slowly, but Dace didn't seem to be able to move. She walked towards him, but he couldn't seem to speak.
She raised her hand to his face.
Her lips moved.
Dace blacked out.
"I'm not sure you will understand what I'm talking about, but now, this is between you and I."
SO, THINGS HAPPENED!
aka : mfw I notice it didn't sent the update for beta when it's finished since a week.
Really tempted to have the confrontation take place before, so I flipped a coin and you lucked out. Rejoice, Monique didn't steal the HCK as she went away!
On another hand, the luck left you when it came to picking up the bloodlines.
Also , Behold ! The power of a grandmaster in Stealth! I wasn't kidding when I was speaking of Imp.
Finally, Background roll-chan literally dragged you into an alley to mug you, that was hilarious. And you didn't get a better Chibi. tough luck.
24 hours votes, any longer and my motivation may decide to go down the drain again.
(unbetaed because I'm so laaaaate)
[] Confront her.
[] Make a heir.
[] Make a heir.
Turn 3 : Winter 1983
November 23rd 1983
-[X] Build accomodations
---[X]Perfeddwlad
72
-[X] Settle.
68
The construction ran smoothly enough, the autumn wind carrying with it the last wiwps of summer's warmth. Or it was the muggle city burning, Dace thought whimsically as he took in his town's less gifted neighbor, watching impassively as a building crumbled. Yes, definitely the fires.
He would normally have intervened in some fashion, however, he had it on good authority that the city had been evacuated, mostly due to the muggle-repelling charms the land had been doused with. He turned around, moving away from the window as he strolled in the office he had ordered built for himself, the soles of his shors echoing in the room due to the lack of furniture.
Making sure people installed themselves in an orderly fashion was a chore, especially since those ones liked to complain, but in the end, it was done to his standards. However, security was a concern now, as he screening process had to be hurried in order not to make the innocents wait for too long.
Second settlement built and settles. Information section updated. Please choose a name for the new settlement :
[] Write-in
December 1st 1983
-[X] Militia.
86
Perhaps it was Ishmael's eye for talent, or the fact the current climate made it so people rearmed themselves, the fact was that producing a building for the militia and finding people to man it was frightfully easy. Though they were untrained, there was some potential here. However, as soon as the basics were built, Ishmael immediately switched to his other project, leaving Angus to take care of it, the younger man gritting his teeth but going along with it.
Other than the occasional fighting, there wasn't much more to do than train.
Militia building built ! + 30 Militia units! See informational section for more information.
December 22nd, 1983
-[X] Secret Ops.
65 + 20 (PS)
The building was plain. Well, plain wasn't really the word Dace would have used here, but more like inconspicuous. As inconspicuous as a trapdoor in his wine cellar could be anyways.
Still, as he went down said trapdoor, carefully so as to not slip on the metallic ladder, the stone surrounding him soon disappeared, revealing a massive ceiling, of a massive underground field, complete with artificial sun. His new advisor sure used his money for all its worth.
He finally touched gound and walked in the field, the long grass barely concealing a massive bunker. Ishmael was waiting him here clad in military garb and grunted in greetings, before signalling for him to follow inside the base. Around them, people were running in obvious panic, looking at the duo in obvious fear.
"The newbies've been busy." He answered to Dace's unspoken question as they arrived in front of a plain wall that opened when the military man glared at it, revealing a surprisingly tidy office, with a massive desk and shelves lining the walls from floor to ceiling.
"Things've gone down the drain around here, but two things stood out. First." he showed Dace a folder revealing a man in a crisp black suit that somehow fitted his massive frame, his face covered by a mask, holding an ice cream in his hand and his other holding on a little girl's, who had pale skin and shockingly white hair, a white summer dress, and was licking her own ice cream cone. Around them, one could see corpses and burning buildings.
"That's the Alley Man. He's been dragging that kid around. Probably to toughen her up, but the spied used that to keep tabs on them. Second." Ishmael's face showed his exasperation as a folder appeared from thin air.
Wait, no, it was a man who was holding it. How didn't Dace notice him earlier? He was lounging on a giant red sofa and drinking wine for goodness' sake!
"Second." Ishmael continued, ignoring the man who was waving lazily. " Your daughter has been busy."
Dace didn't like the man's tone, but opened the file, his eyebrows rising the more he read.
Apparently, Ishmael took upon himself to investigate in London and chanced upon Aife, who was leading groups of survivors out of the fires. Remembering the she wasn't supposed to be there, he followed, arriving to a warehouse chock full of people and he inserted in one of the groups, asking questions.
Apparently, Aife was the leader of a settlement Northwest of London, and had been saving people left and right, sending them to said unnamed settlement. When the sighal came, the protkeys activated and Ishmael was left alone in the warehouse.
"She really is a proactive woman, isn't she?" The man, Reaver -since when was he here?! Oh, wait, nevermind, he was always here- laughed, toying with his wine glass, and being most unhelpful.
Now Dace had a choice to make.
[] Write-in what will the spies do. Either the Jack Matter, or the Aife Matter, or Nothing.
In any case, he had things to do, Aife's potential betrayal did remind him of the necessity of obtaining a spare heir, which is why he headed up to his laboratory, cracked open the emergency box and get to work. The winter solstice was rapidly approaching, so Dace decided to make use of that. It was strange that there were six blood vials, when he only filled four, but he didn't detect anything from them, so he shrugged and dumped them in the cauldron like the rest.
Hm. I suppose I can chip in for this one, if only because otherwise this will end in tears. Again.
Possible genetic traits (-5 DC each):
From Dace:
Genius
Blood of Scathach
From Elizabeth:
Beautiful
Bright
From Aife:
A face of a thousand ships
Wrath of the North
Valleys and mountains
Sylph
Ethereal Voice
Bright
From Rosier:
Green hand
Animagus potential
From ???:
Genius
Blood of Scathach
Beautiful
From ???
Sylph
Heroic Bloodline (???)
The Great
Endowed
From Dace:
Genius
Blood of Scathach
From Elizabeth:
Beautiful
Bright
From Aife:
A face of a thousand ships
Wrath of the North
Valleys and mountains
Sylph
Ethereal Voice
Bright
From Rosier:
Green hand
Animagus potential
From ???:
Genius
Blood of Scathach
Beautiful
From ???
Sylph
Heroic Bloodline (???)
The Great
Endowed
642. (87 + 97 + 24 + 77 + 94 + 47 + 65 + 30 + 13 + 2 + 95 + 11 = 642)
Dace looked critically at the child, a boy, apparently, and to his frustration, said child didn't inherit his family's bloodline, meaning he would have to try again later on or see his family go extinct.
The boy becan screaming, like all childred do, and he put him on a stone table, the enchantments arcing around the small figure and revealing his capacities.
Due to ???'s intervention, regular genetic traits are also available to the heir, not only the ones their genetic donors held. + 10 to all rolls for the character creation.
Herculean : +8 Martial, +3 Diplomacy, +30 armed combat. Slightly longer lifespan.
The Great : +4 Di, +2 Ma, + 20 Presence, +10 Manipulation.
Sylph : +8 Speed, +40 Movement, +2 Ma, +10 Combat
Genius: +5 all stats, +5 all skills
Fair: +3 Di, +20 Presence
Oh dear, three bloodlines and the child got nothing, how sad. One can wonder who should be blamed here, luck, or the brewer?
Herculean : +8 Martial, +3 Diplomacy, +30 armed combat. Slightly longer lifespan.
The Great : +4 Di, +2 Ma, + 20 Presence, +10 Manipulation.
Sylph : +8 Speed, +40 Movement, +2 Ma, +10 Combat
Genius: +5 all stats, +5 all skills
Fair: +3 Di, +20 Presence
Oh dear, three bloodlines and the child got nothing, how sad. One can wonder who should be blamed here, luck, or the brewer?
Other than the lack of the most important thing, the child seemed to be much stronger than a regular baby, taller and with fast reflexes. Still, there was room for him to put in some changes, the question was, what did he wish to do ?
Due to Dace preferring power to gender, and letting Nature run its course, Dace may choose to rank up one of the child's genetic trait, or obtain one of the following traits :
Fascinating voice: +3 Di,+2 In + 10 Presence
Fertile : +10% Fertility
Green thumb: +10 to gardening rolls
Clear blood: +1 My
Morph: May change eye and hair color at will
Fertile : +10% Fertility
Green thumb: +10 to gardening rolls
Clear blood: +1 My
Morph: May change eye and hair color at will
You begin with 10 20 points, you may choose any drawback or perks as long as the numbers are there, regardless of the extra genetic traits (rolled to inherit).
Don't bother saying thanks.
Choose perks:
Tier one: -5 points
[]Shrewd: This child is smarter than average. May evolve or disappear during childhood.
[]Brawny: This child is stronger than average. May evolve or disappear during childhood.
[]Clear blood: This child is a bit stronger magically: May evolve or disappear during childhood.
Tier two: -10 pts
Magical ancestry: The child is descended from an ancient creature, or previous experiments on the bloodline caused the genes to become a bit... Quirky.
[]Vampire: Get Night Owl (Every activity gets a boost at night)
[]Centaur: Get (or boost) Foresight
[]Siren: Get Mesmerism (ability to fascinate other people)
[]Veela: Get Pyromancy
[]Atlantean: Get Ancient knowledge (boost when uncovering ancient mysteries)
[]Mermaid: Get Hydromancy
Tier three: Legendary ancestry; -15 points Those will help the child's development in several ways, though Dace doesn't know how
[]The sword that slayed the king. Intrigue/Martial Already taken
[]Monster hunter. Martial/Stewardship
[]The shadow queen. Intrigue/Learning Already taken
[]Times immemorial. Mysticism/Willpower
[]Paradigm. Martial/Willpower
Tier four: Resurgence of the Old World: -20 points One of those gods will favor the child, and Dace by extension.
[]Freyja I'm already busy, why would I have to bless that ... thing... ? It goes against my domain!
[]Ceridwen Do I have to? I know I owe you but- Oh, okay, fine. This is going to be unpleasant.
[]Odin Good girl.
Choose drawbacks: As in, things that will actively try to screw th boy's life up. This won't have a direct impact on the difficulty, especially if Dace assigns someone else as heir, but keep that in mind.
Tier One: +5 points
[]dull: This child is a bit slow... May evolve or disappear during childhood.
[]frail:This child is a bit weak... May evolve or disappear during childhood.
[]Iron blood: This child is a bit lacking magically: May evolve or disappear during childhood.
Tier Two: +10 points
[]Vampire: Get Night's bane (weakness to light)
[]Centaur: Get Dionysus' curse (weak to alcohol, will be attracted uncontrolably to alcohol)
[]Siren: Get Birds of a feather ( Random avian physical traits will manifest)
[]Veela: Get Strong allure (People of all ages and genders will be attracted to you, the weaker willed they are...)
[]Atlantean: Get Ancient curse (There is a reason Atlantis lays underneath the ocean. Now that reason's coming for you.)
[]Mermaid: Get A fish in the sea (random mermish physical traits will manifest)
Tier three; Legendary ancestry: +15 points this will dictate what kind of opposition (in form of encounter, events, etc...) the child will meet.
[]The sword that chooses the king. Martial/Diplomacy
[]Wild Hunt. Martial/Stewardship
[]Luck of the Irish. Stewardship/Mysticism
[] Smoke and mirrors. Martial/Willpower
Tier four: Resurgence of the Old World: +20 points Similar to the above, except harder. Choosing any of those puts the gameplay dangerously close to Normal difficulty.
[]Sons of Rome
[]Ragnarök
[]Funeral rites
Don't bother saying thanks.
Choose perks:
Tier one: -5 points
[]Shrewd: This child is smarter than average. May evolve or disappear during childhood.
[]Brawny: This child is stronger than average. May evolve or disappear during childhood.
[]Clear blood: This child is a bit stronger magically: May evolve or disappear during childhood.
Tier two: -10 pts
Magical ancestry: The child is descended from an ancient creature, or previous experiments on the bloodline caused the genes to become a bit... Quirky.
[]Vampire: Get Night Owl (Every activity gets a boost at night)
[]Centaur: Get (or boost) Foresight
[]Siren: Get Mesmerism (ability to fascinate other people)
[]Veela: Get Pyromancy
[]Atlantean: Get Ancient knowledge (boost when uncovering ancient mysteries)
[]Mermaid: Get Hydromancy
Tier three: Legendary ancestry; -15 points Those will help the child's development in several ways, though Dace doesn't know how
[]The sword that slayed the king. Intrigue/Martial Already taken
[]Monster hunter. Martial/Stewardship
[]The shadow queen. Intrigue/Learning Already taken
[]Times immemorial. Mysticism/Willpower
[]Paradigm. Martial/Willpower
Tier four: Resurgence of the Old World: -20 points One of those gods will favor the child, and Dace by extension.
[]Freyja I'm already busy, why would I have to bless that ... thing... ? It goes against my domain!
[]Ceridwen Do I have to? I know I owe you but- Oh, okay, fine. This is going to be unpleasant.
[]Odin Good girl.
Choose drawbacks: As in, things that will actively try to screw th boy's life up. This won't have a direct impact on the difficulty, especially if Dace assigns someone else as heir, but keep that in mind.
Tier One: +5 points
[]dull: This child is a bit slow... May evolve or disappear during childhood.
[]frail:This child is a bit weak... May evolve or disappear during childhood.
[]Iron blood: This child is a bit lacking magically: May evolve or disappear during childhood.
Tier Two: +10 points
[]Vampire: Get Night's bane (weakness to light)
[]Centaur: Get Dionysus' curse (weak to alcohol, will be attracted uncontrolably to alcohol)
[]Siren: Get Birds of a feather ( Random avian physical traits will manifest)
[]Veela: Get Strong allure (People of all ages and genders will be attracted to you, the weaker willed they are...)
[]Atlantean: Get Ancient curse (There is a reason Atlantis lays underneath the ocean. Now that reason's coming for you.)
[]Mermaid: Get A fish in the sea (random mermish physical traits will manifest)
Tier three; Legendary ancestry: +15 points this will dictate what kind of opposition (in form of encounter, events, etc...) the child will meet.
[]The sword that chooses the king. Martial/Diplomacy
[]Wild Hunt. Martial/Stewardship
[]Luck of the Irish. Stewardship/Mysticism
[] Smoke and mirrors. Martial/Willpower
Tier four: Resurgence of the Old World: +20 points Similar to the above, except harder. Choosing any of those puts the gameplay dangerously close to Normal difficulty.
[]Sons of Rome
[]Ragnarök
[]Funeral rites
--[X] Aife
[X]Confront her.
Now that he was pretty satisfied with what he had, he decided this would be the best time to go and have a talk with Aife. For several reasons.
When he arrived to her room, he saw her drinking tea with Monique. Great.
Now he could get answers from them both.
"Father?" Aife looked up at him, taking in the child under his arm with a confused expression on her face, while Monique raised an eyebrow, hiding her mouth behind her hand. This didn't work, he could see the corners of her lips stretching on each side and his own cheeks hurt at how wide the smile was. She then giggled.
"The farce is up, dear."
Aife sighed, before letting her head fall on the table, groaning on what seemed to be annoyance.
"You were supposed to keep it hidden." She whined, as Monique scoffed.
"And you were supposed to stay put. I'm fairly sure your little outing is what got you on his radar."
The young woman groaned in response, before slowly sitting up. Her eyes turned towards the unnamed baby boy and she frowned a bit, before pulling out a set of parchment. The contents?
Aife leaving the Gwallawg family, essentially disinheriting herself, and her divorce with Rosier.
"I was hesitating, but since you've got your spare..." she trailed off, before gettin gup and walking out. Dace was about to follow her when Monique interrupted him, her hands folded under her chin and her eyes giving him a piercing look.
"She won't change her mind about this, I've had two years to work on her." Her face lacked her previous mirth, looking almost solemn. "I've also cleared it with your Albus-mandated babysitter."
She got up slowly, but Dace didn't seem to be able to move. She walked towards him, but he couldn't seem to speak.
She raised her hand to his face.
Her lips moved.
Dace blacked out.
"I'm not sure you will understand what I'm talking about, but now, this is between you and I."
SO, THINGS HAPPENED!
aka : mfw I notice it didn't sent the update for beta when it's finished since a week.
Really tempted to have the confrontation take place before, so I flipped a coin and you lucked out. Rejoice, Monique didn't steal the HCK as she went away!
On another hand, the luck left you when it came to picking up the bloodlines.
Also , Behold ! The power of a grandmaster in Stealth! I wasn't kidding when I was speaking of Imp.
Finally, Background roll-chan literally dragged you into an alley to mug you, that was hilarious. And you didn't get a better Chibi. tough luck.
24 hours votes, any longer and my motivation may decide to go down the drain again.
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