Warhammer Fantasy: A Dynasty of Dynamic Alcoholism
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Yes it's been very frustrating to see.
SuperSonicSound
Shadowmancer of the Shadow Cabal
I take it English isn't your first language then, because that wasn't difficult to follow at all.
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Alright, I've finally given in and made a SV account because my bookmarks list for Quests is too long at this point, and I kinda want updates on these things. Been reading the... well, dumpster fire of a salt mine that's been going on, and I think I've made my final decision on a vote.
[X] Plan Qeqre
Edit: also jfc, a 3.8k post on the mentality of different people and how they play was not something I was quite expecting.
[X] Plan Qeqre
Edit: also jfc, a 3.8k post on the mentality of different people and how they play was not something I was quite expecting.
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Dmol8
The Undead Unhinged Lunatic of the Web
- Location
- Belgrade,Serbia
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- He/Him/His
Took me 4-5 hours to write the damn thing after I logged into the site after doing my morning routine. I had to knock out my thought disorganization, put my thoughts to the doc, rewrite it to be more readable and then spellcheck the thing. I crashed into my bed and slept for another 3-4 hours after that.
- Location
- Norway
I think a large part of your problem isn't the explaining, it's the ton of neologisms and assumptions that you casually import from articles like that and expect everyone else to become fluent with and agree with. This can easily come off as arrogant and domineering to people who are not convinced of the value or sense of your new jargon.I just...did you not see this chart: Bartle taxonomy of player types - Wikipedia when you read the article? I seem to have done a horrible job of explaining my point regardless of how you decided to interpret that explanation.
Well, it's certainly greatly appreciated. Your original post that you elaborated on with the long one ran into an issue of using specific terms I've quite literally never heard of. It kinda ran into a sort of "too technical" at first, and I was originally going to recommend that you make it into something a bit easier to understand before I saw the second post.
Elector’s Meet of 2331 IC – 9
GM Note: Vote closed at 9:00 AM, as I stated in an earlier post, even if I wasn't here to directly close it. Plan Qeqre, the original, wins. I swear to God, I never anticipated this level of...this. Whatever this has been. Hopefully the update is okay. It's okay for me even if it's not, because I just want to move past this entire thing, seriously. Moratorium for just, like, an hour.
"Let's get this out of the way first," you grunt, a hand resting on the hilt of Brain Wounder even now. "Warden of the Middle Mountains? Sure, you have the title, for what it's worth," you shrug though narrow your eyes. "That was never in question."
Gunthar's mouth opens, incredulous, before you continue over the beginnings of a word from his mouth.
"But that's all."
His mouth snaps shut, eyes going flinty with the 'clack' of teeth on teeth.
"You come barreling in, less than a decade under your belt," you start, steadfastly refusing to pace despite the still thrumming energy in your legs – and ignoring that you did a considerable amount in your first decade, "Acting like you'll be able to hold a modicum of authority over Ostland. Or Nordland. Or Ostermark. Just for some fancy name, leading one campaign. Well guess what," you gesture at yourself, then wildly over at Stephan and Ortrud, "So have they! More than one, in a lot of cases."
One single step forward. Gunthar shrugs off Logan's increasingly tighter clutches and takes a step forward himself.
"So what, really, do you want so badly from us, Gunthar," sneering, your other hand goes to your hips. "How about this? You can move your own troops through what Ostland holds, but if you think for one damned second that we're going to cease our own patrols near Ostlander lives and Ostlander homes," your eyes narrow, "Then you're more a fool than you've shown so far."
(Hold Back: 42-Fighting Chemicals(5)-Anger(5)+Magnus(10)=42/100)
"Which is considerable."
Magnus, very slowly, closes his eyes. Gunthar's, on the other hand, widens, but there is a wariness to him now that wasn't there before. Did he really think that you were all talk? Or is he actually an idiot?
"But unlike you, we aren't," you continue through bared teeth, "So we'll acknowledge that if the greenskins or beastmen get a large enough mob going it could be a major concern for the other provinces, so we could replace them with some knightly orders if you're that concerned about the Army of the Range."
Gunthar shakes his head slowly, eyes never leaving your own.
"But you won't pull them back entirely, will you."
"Absolutely not," you snort, pulling one of the intact mugs off the table to examine.
Damn only half full. Apparently a good amount got sloshed out of it from all of the commotion. But it's still ale, and you guzzle it down to pause for a moment. Unfortunately, it also gives Gunthar a chance to open his fat gob.
"In fact, I'll bet that if you decide there's large enough of an issue, you'll deploy those troops right back in, and beyond as you decide is necessary."
The mug thumps against the table as you wipe your lips with your other hand.
"Aye, so there is a brain in that thick skull of yours."
Gunthar growls, a hint of that inhuman tonal shift appearing again.
"Frederick...," Magnus says, his voice calm, though you idly note that his grip on his hammer has tightened slightly.
But at this point, you are somewhere just above the usual level of drunk, and mixed up on combat-driven reflexes and mentality. So it does not make you afraid as much as it likely should.
"Of course, my apologies…my Emperor," you dip your head slightly at him. "We can move on to one of the other issues – the 'contested' areas. We'll pull out and away from your damned 'contested' claims, bordering provinces proper…,"
(Gunthar Restraint: 60-Anger(10)+Brother's Presence(5)=55/100)
"You're either lying, or-,"
"If requested," you interrupt. "Stephan, you care?"
Eyes turn onto the Count of Nordland, who merely raises an eyebrow.
"I've already spent money building forts in the foothills, and fortifying the areas from the few paths down, what little there are. I'm busy with rebuilding from Frote to Dorfmark, and fortifying them as well. I don't know how many more times I can say that Nordland is done with these mountains," he rather half-heartedly throws his arms in the air with the last statement. "I quite literally don't have the people, and won't for generations, to bother with them! If you were talking about Frederick pushing his troops dozens of miles out of the mountains and down into the forests and plains of Nordland, we'd have something to discuss, but we don't, so," he crosses his arms, sitting back down heavily on to his chair, "Leave Nordland out of it. We always had to make the longest journey to even touch the damn things even when we cared to try and hold them."
"Duke Taussig?"
A flash of terror and strange irritation and then he is coughing, thumping himself on the chest to clear his throat.
"A-ahem, yes, well…to be quite honest, the nobility with claims in the mountains would vastly prefer that Count Ludenhof simply…deploy the army to protect them more than anything else, rather than…nothing."
Sounds about right for a Ludenhof, one way or another.
"Tell them if they want to talk to someone about it, come to me, instead of Ludenhof," you shrug before looking back at Gunthar. "Happy, big man? I'm asking everyone nicely, with something called diplo-macy," you lilt your voice slightly as you speak.
Gunthar's fingers slowly curl into tight fists. But he notices your looking at them, and rather quickly folds his arms so you cannot see even that small visual hint of his growing anger, largely restrained by the hammer between the two of you. For in all this time, despite not hefting it to smash one or both of your skulls, Magnus' sheer presence remains an intangible yet impassible barrier. Despite how very much clear it is that you will strike out at one another.
"How far have your people even begun settling, Hohenzollern," Gunthar asks through biting teeth.
"Have you got a map on you," you snarl back.
To your utter lack of surprise, he does. Of course he would, considering this is something that has likely been bothering him. And that he was probably going to bring it up in the first place. From a case at his hip he withdraws an enormous and – despite your own misgivings for the man – extremely detailed and well-drawn map of the entire Middle Mountains and a few miles outwards from the lowest peaks where they transition into hills. It's even got separate patterned and colored lines to demarcate both most current claims and held territory, along with a few sets of past historical claims. Then he pulls out a second map and slams it atop with careful strength, as well as a quill and inkpot which appear from nowhere.
"Here."
"You're welcome."
The Emperor is forced to shift slight to keep himself between the two of you with a single backstep as you glare simultaneously at one another and then down at the map. Practically tearing the stopper from the inkwell, you stab the quill in and then with extreme speed stab down at the second map, peppering it with known settlements of halflings and humans, taking care to not mark out each and every fort you've painstakingly created. It is not an enormous amount, and they are staggered close in a chain as time has gone on, with those closest to Penzfin, Roezfels, Dunkelpfad, and most obviously Mierach which has been in the damned Middle Mountains for over a thousand years being the largest. The smallest has likely only a few dozen in it, and each thus far has been built near the forts for obvious protection.
Gunthar glares down at it, his anger being marred by a small brush of confusion which then rapidly shifts into full-borne suspicion.
"That's it? That's how far you've spread your people?"
His voice is thick with so much hostile suspicion you'd swear he was a Witch Hunter for a moment.
(Hold Back: 78-5+10=83/100)
"Nothing new is founded until what is behind can be assured to be protected or large enough to take care of itself. Of course it's gone slow."
In truth, there is likely less than ten thousand citizens of Ostland in the Middle Mountains at all, if you include every human, halfling, Imperial dwarf, and ogre. But only the bravest of your people went up at all, along with a healthy helping of alcohol to get through the fear and uncertainty. But even without your direct input they hadn't been stupid about it, those that decided to range out far away from the other settlements or the forts more usually than not disappeared soon after. The Army of the Range couldn't possibly be every at once.
"That can't be all of them," he jabs a thick finger down at the map, crinkling its pristine condition with it, "Not with all the forts I know you've built."
"More than enough of my people are fine right where they are, some villages and towns are still rebuilding after the Vampire War," you growl.
Even though you do not implicitly say that he hadn't been there – which he hadn't – you know he hears the words in the air. The slight looking away is more than enough of a sign that you'd struck him.
"And as Ostlander settlements, one way or another, they get protected. Whether by the Army of the Range, your own forces if you take over entirely, or some knightly orders, or whatever," you state, firmly. "I don't give a shit. They stay protected no matter what. If they can't…" your voice trails off, the threat explicit despite the lack of saying it outright.
Gunthar steps back, still shaking his head, now holding the map as he studies it and the marks of where your settlements lie.
"This isn't right, it can't be," he mutters.
(Wolf Scents Treachery: 84/100)
His eyes squint shut, crinkling hard in thought, before he almost throws the map down on to the table.
"Oh, but it is, Gunthar," you sneer. "If you, or Hochland, or-,"
Stephan draws his hand across his neck before you even begin with the first syllable.
"Anyone else wants their own troops out in case they're worried, they can, they've always been able to."
They just haven't. Which, in hindsight, is a bit surprising. Less so is that Stephan decided to focus wholly on internal development on what territory he possessed, or that the Count of Hochland was bad at doing his job. And, if you are honest, it is more than possible that those of Hochland who cared for the Middle Mountains in terms of actual ownership did not think they'd get anywhere with you. Or maybe they were just desperately trying to get Ludenhof to get off of his ass. Or maybe both.
"And contrary to whatever you might think," you roll your eyes, "They haven't needed to, because the Army of the Range doesn't discriminate against who they protect, only what they fight."
Gunthar is truly beginning to tear the map slightly with how he is clutching it, eyes flicking between it and you.
"As Warden, I would need to know the location of the forts of Ostland, Count," he bites out the title at you. "At least to know for proper military deployment and patrols."
Growling under your breath, you thrust your hand at him to receive the quill again, angrily smoothing out the map and scrunching it worse from the effort, and do so. Damn him. You are scarcely done before he leans over and rips it away from you, so vigorously that you have to steady the inkwell lest it spill out across the table.
"There, happy?"
He does not answer verbally, and you don't need him to. It's hard to mistake how he shoves the map practically against his eyeballs, then holds it out into the light as if it will change.
"I don't know how you even-,"
Oh to the warp with this back and forth.
"For fuck's sake, Gunthar, what do you want from me!" You shout at him, and abruptly find Magnus in your way. "What do you want? Tax money or something?! A stipend for being the Warden of the Middle Mountains, aye?! Sure! Straight to the Imperial coffers, what pittance there is in tax from my people, all for you, you bastard. Won't even have to pay anything lower than those in Ostland itself, business or persons!"
Gunthar throws the map onto the table, and strides right towards you, until he also finds Magnus blocking his way. The armor and the man who wears it is all that is keeping you away from one another at this point.
"So you'll just abandon your people to another province," he snarls over his older brother's shoulder, "After all this?!"
"They're tough, we're going to keep protecting them or at least making sure they're protected because if you don't I'll kick your ass from one end of that range to another, and you'll keep coming after me and them otherwise, won't you!?" You yell right back. "After all of this, I'll pay personally to help them set up their lives elsewhere rather than live under you, if I have to!"
By now, both of your faces are flush with scarlet anger once more.
"You think I need a damn stipend to fund my forces?!" Gunthar booms in incredulous fury. "The wealth of Middenland is more than capable! The title of Warden is, and has always been, and will continue to be Middenland's!"
A frustrated gurgling groan is your initial response before you can inhale and begin yelling again.
"You want to negotiate about the mountains, fine! What else do you fucking want, you don't want a stipend, but you want to know where all of my people are, you have the damn title! What…do you want!? You can't have the whole mountains!"
He attempts to get past Magnus, who instead pivots just slightly so that his pauldron cracks Gunthar in the lower jaw. The rest of the Electors still watch, seemingly petrified save for Moro who has retaken her seat and Kaufmann who continues to sip at her ale.
"I don't want the whole range!"
"Then what do you want?!"
The glass in this room is considerably thick, to not be shaking out of their frames as you bellow at one another.
Gunthar slaps at the map, his hand practically crushing it.
"Clearly delineated territories, split between them, military access as required and upon agreement from the Elector whose territory is under threat," he snarls, dragging his finger up and down the parchment, ruining it further. "I don't need or want your people, your money, or a stipend! Duke Taussig!"
The skittish man dances just a hair breadth closer, but no further despite Gunthar half-attempting to grab him with nothing more than a clenching of his fingers and a flexing of his mind.
"I've outlined the exact land claims of those of Hochland in the Middle Mountains, would you mark that territory as adequate?"
Taussig, despite himself, must come closer in order to see, shaking slightly in his boots. Thankfully he's on your half of Magnus, so isn't likely to be obliterated by a mad Ulrican. After a moment of extremely tense silence, he jerks his head up and down.
"I-I'm sure that this is satisfactory, my lord," he stammers out before retreating a few steps.
Now it is your turn to stare at Gunthar in disbelief.
"All of that…all of this…," you practically spit at him, "For some lines, and the title?"
Gunthar sneers right on back at you.
"If it is deemed necessary, and with agreement not just by the Count of the provinces in question but by local commanders with a better read on the situation, military action, yes, but unlike you I don't intend to simply march the wolves of Ulric into other people's lands!"
(Restraint: 65-Increased Anger(10)+Confusion(5)+10=70/100)
"NO ONE SAID ANYTHING! They were more than happy for my men to spend blood, sweat, and tears protecting them!"
He scoffs, and turns away, hands up in the air. Only for a few steps before he whirls about, however.
"You are either a liar, or willfully obtuse," he shoots back, before shaking his head wildly. "It doesn't matter. You can keep your damned stipend, and your 'Army of the Range' on your side of the mountains. If you think I'd strip Imperial citizens of their protection and soldiers of their families, because of you," he makes the word sound like excrement, "Then I'll know I was right about you all along."
Only then does the Emperor speak, his tone quiet yet thoughtful.
"Making the Warden a shared, or Imperial position, is not entirely impossible," though he shrugs when Gunthar stares at him, mouth open in betrayal. "Though it is just a thought, and one you refuse, I take it?"
"Of course," Gunthar blusters before looking back at you. "That is my proposal, and you'll either take it…or we'll negotiate some more," he clenches his fists at that, drawing up his chin at you.
"Oh if you want a fight," you say over Magnus' shoulder, "I'll give you one. Just name the time and place. No magic, no healing, until the victor."
Gunthar squints.
"What, you'd bet the whole of the range on that?"
The smile you give is absolute viciousness.
"It's not a bet if it's sure."
Before he can take a step towards you, Logan appears, this time grabbing him bodily by the shoulders, whispering furiously in his ear. The Ar-Ulric looks at you, wariness in his eyes, before looking back at Gunthar. As for you, you are actually looking at the map, and the lines that have been drawn in it. It certainly cuts back on your own territory, significantly so, but to your surprise Gunthar actually stopped just shy of going backwards past settlements already settled. Those that you have possessed, that he knows you have at least, he is leaving to you entirely. Only the sheer conservative layout of the settlements, desperate to stay protected by way of numbers and defenses in classic Ostlander fashion – deadly mountains instead of deadly forest notwithstanding – means that they didn't expand nearly as far as Gunthar apparently expected.
Or…was told?
(Consideration: 80-10+5=75/100)
Gunthar came into this with a great series of 'truths' that he was so sure of, he was and is declaring you a liar, seemingly incapable of accepting your own markings but unable to do anything else about it. That…is something that needs to be studied perhaps. Maybe something Baggins or Sabine can do…?
"If you want to fight for the whole range between Middenheim and Ostland, then I'll take you on," Gunthar finally says, eyes narrowed, "If you think that my proposal is so unfair for your ambitions."
You can't help the sigh that attempts to bludgeon his head in which escapes your lips.
"What are these fucking ambitions you keep going on about," you don't even shout the words, so tired are you of this, "I don't know, but you do, apparently. So yeah, I'll look at this map, or beat the hell out of you and take them all, unless you think that my idea is so incorrigible?"
Gunthar stomps, doesn't move forward, simply plants his foot so hard into the stone below that you are sure you hear at least the tiniest of cracks into the floor appear.
"I don't want your people or your stipend, Hohenzollern. I'll agree to matters of armies in case of other nearby armies, but as Warden I demand the right to move my troops in should the commanders within the mountains decide it is needed or my forces do do – not for a raven's flight to Wulfenburg or Middenheim would I wait if there was a warherd of significant size waiting."
"I wouldn't expect you to," you bare your teeth at him. "The Knightly Orders?"
"Fine, I'm sure the White Wolves would be willing to establish some holds."
"And what's to stop your men from 'deciding' that enough is enough and marching in," you challenge, adjusting your footing only for Magnus to shift with you, keeping you from getting past him.
"What's to stop yours?"
"Common sense," you bark. "What would you do to ensure accountability?"
"Floggings and executions if necessary, should an idiot decide to march over the lines without permission or without extreme need, after impartial investigation by the Knights Griffon or another force deemed trustworthy such as arbitrators of Verena," he fires back with surprising speed and sureness. "Would that be acceptable to you, Hohenzollern?"
"Oh just fine. And if one of us decides the other broke protocol and the other disagrees?"
"Same thing, obviously."
Because if anything, it has been quite well demonstrated that Magnus is willing to stand between the two of you to keep you from coming to blows. And that apparently this last point was one that Gunthar was going to bring up at some point or another, by how quickly he answered. That was something that he'd already had in mind. Something is not right with this. With all of this.
"You'll tax what you can, in your own area, for yourself. If you can't maintain it," he smiles wide, "Then that is your own problem, and if it requires a reduction in the territory claimed that can be…negotiated with later. And if you think you can, fine, in Ulric's name I would crush you in a fight."
"You'd fight me for it, after all that, and risk losing everything?"
"It's not a bet if it's sure," he smirks back.
"And if it would mean I'd have the title and responsibilities as Warden of the Middle Mountains?"
The smirk dies, his lips firming into a thin line.
"Then so be it. The people would have to return to Ostlander settlement of Mierach, regardless of wherever else, the forts would fall under Middenlander control."
"And if I win?"
"In the incredibly unlikely possibility of that, the same would be true, save that my citizens would be returned to Sohk or Middenheim," he rolls his shoulders, "Either way, the last line of mountains and foothills would remain under their original provincial command, for defensive purposes."
Magnus just sighs a little.
"Excuse me," Ortrud pipes up, "Countess Ava?"
Ava blinks rapidly, her slightly rheumy eyes wobbling slightly as she turns to look at your friend.
"Ah…yes, Countess Hertwig?"
"Sylvania," Ortrud shrugs, "I was wondering if you would be willing to part with a small sliver of it, which slightly more advantageous defensive positions possible on the part of the League."
She then pulls out her own map, showing a very faint line on it extending into Sylvania.
"I'll support your otherwise total absorption of the province in exchange?"
Ava looks at her, down at the map, then back up at Ortrud, the table, the ground where some things are still being cleaned, and then over to you and Gunthar.
(Not Worth The Trouble?: 40-Extreme Violence(5)+Reasonable(5)+Pragmatist(5)+Trident Intimidation Factor(15)=60/100)
"Agreed. Done and done. That much is barely worth quibbling, and if it saves people from the vile undead should they rise again and head north, then well-worth the exchange. Does anyone else have anything else to say about the County of Sylvania being acknowledged as a full part of Stirland now in truth rather than paper save for the portion just granted?"
A series of small shaking heads is the only response.
"Then that's dealt with," Ortrud then promptly sits back into her seat, leaning back against it with one arm propped up and the other in her lap. "Apologies," she purses her lips innocently. "Please, continue."
Gunthar's slightly red-rimmed eyes turn back towards you.
"Well?" He demands.
Gunthar's Counter Proposal:
- Middle Mountains divided into 3 Sections: Middenland, Ostland, Hochland in accordance with the image below. All lands within a province's territory is theirs in perpetuity, for purposes of taxation, defense, population, farming, etc. and sundry. Middenland forces gain dominant position in terms of authority, and should they believe that it is required will cross territory lines to strike down the foes of the Empire, though a caveat has been provided in that they will communicate with the current territory's military leadership within the area before doing so unless circumstances are considered exceedingly dire. Should a force attempt to do so without permission, regardless of province, an impartial force will be brought in for trial/sentencing whether that be Knights Griffon or some Verenans or otherwise, to be agreed upon by both sides.
OR
- Outright fight him for total ownership of both Ostland/Middenland Sections Of Image Above, Leaving Out Hochland's territory. Upkeep, protection, etc. falls under the owner of whoever. Save for province-most foothills, settlements, etc. that would remain under their original owner. You would not, for instance, be taking Sokh nor would he take Mierach or what have you.
Choose One:
[] Push Original Proposal
[] Accept Gunthar's Counter Proposal
[] Beat Gunthar's Face In For Rest Of Non-Hochland Middle Mountain Territory
Image descriptor: Green and below towards Hochland is Hochland territory. West of white line is Middenland, east of white line is Ostland. NOTE: IF THEY DON'T SHOW UP, TRY REFRESHING? IT SEEMS TO WORK THEN
In case that didn't work, maybe a direct link?
-[ ] Frederick recognizes Gunthar as holding the Imperial office of Warden of the Middle Mountains and will allow forces in the service of the Warden of the Middle Mountains unilateral military access through any area of the Middle Mountains held or patrolled by Ostland.
-[ ] Ostland will not cease patrolling the areas of the Middle Mountains it judges to be too close to Ostland proper. Especially those areas nearest to Ostlander settlements.
--[ ] Ostland acknowledges that any large army, warband or warherd of sufficient size can be cause for concern if they approach the border of another province proper. As such:
---[ ] Ostland is willing to consider replacing the regular patrols of Ostlander state troops in the areas of the Middle Mountains it will continue to maintain a military presence in to be under the control of one or more autonomous knightly or monastic orders.
---[ ] Ostland will continue to deploy state troops in response to large numbers of Beastmen, Greenskins or state troops from other provinces in the mountains nearest to settlements in Ostland proper and, if proven to be both hostile and necessary, beyond.
-[ ] Ostland is willing to remove its military presence from the more contested claims, such as those bordering Middenland, Nordland or Hochland proper if the rulers of said provinces request it, unless said claims also border Ostland proper.
--[ ] Ostland does not object to these provinces deploying their own state troops in these areas as a response to the Ostlander state troops or to patrol these areas for matters of national security.
-[ ] Ostland is willing to grant any and all taxes collected by Ostland from territories held by Ostland within the Middle Mountains to the Imperial coffers with the understanding that this money will be allocated as a Stipend for the Warden of the Middle Mountains.
--[ ] This does not pertain to regular profits from business ventures.
--[ ] Ostland agrees that any businesses or persons living in the Middle Mountains will not pay tax at a rate lower than businesses or persons in Ostland proper unless another province has already levied taxes upon them.
-[ ] Frederick is willing to negotiate further with regards to the Mountains in the Middle Mountains that do not border any one province proper.
-[ ] Ostland will not cease patrolling the areas of the Middle Mountains it judges to be too close to Ostland proper. Especially those areas nearest to Ostlander settlements.
--[ ] Ostland acknowledges that any large army, warband or warherd of sufficient size can be cause for concern if they approach the border of another province proper. As such:
---[ ] Ostland is willing to consider replacing the regular patrols of Ostlander state troops in the areas of the Middle Mountains it will continue to maintain a military presence in to be under the control of one or more autonomous knightly or monastic orders.
---[ ] Ostland will continue to deploy state troops in response to large numbers of Beastmen, Greenskins or state troops from other provinces in the mountains nearest to settlements in Ostland proper and, if proven to be both hostile and necessary, beyond.
-[ ] Ostland is willing to remove its military presence from the more contested claims, such as those bordering Middenland, Nordland or Hochland proper if the rulers of said provinces request it, unless said claims also border Ostland proper.
--[ ] Ostland does not object to these provinces deploying their own state troops in these areas as a response to the Ostlander state troops or to patrol these areas for matters of national security.
-[ ] Ostland is willing to grant any and all taxes collected by Ostland from territories held by Ostland within the Middle Mountains to the Imperial coffers with the understanding that this money will be allocated as a Stipend for the Warden of the Middle Mountains.
--[ ] This does not pertain to regular profits from business ventures.
--[ ] Ostland agrees that any businesses or persons living in the Middle Mountains will not pay tax at a rate lower than businesses or persons in Ostland proper unless another province has already levied taxes upon them.
-[ ] Frederick is willing to negotiate further with regards to the Mountains in the Middle Mountains that do not border any one province proper.
Elector's Meet of 2331 IC – 9
Your mind blazes as you take a single glance around the room. Ortrud has a carefully concealed wince, and a twitch to her fingers that is either for her now fully sheathed weapon or to rub at her temples. Stephan seems entirely ready to outright leap onto Gunthar, only stopped by Ortrud's hand on his shoulder. The priests of Sigmar are staring between you and Gunthar with some sort of fascinated horror, the faintest flicker of enjoyment on Molatok's face disappearing in the same instant your eyes pass over him. Moro scowls at the both of you, wiping some pie from her face, while ensuring there is a large and heavy chair between her and the entire situation. A vein pulses thickly on Logan's head though his glare seems entirely reserved for Gunthar. Adolf, who has never forgiven you for Johanna, stares at you with weary anger for a likely multitude of reasons. On the other hand, the elderly Ava of Stirland and Siegrich seem to be a mixture of disgusted and upset. The Duke has finally emerged from where he had hidden, entire body shaking. Poor fellow doesn't even have a real weapon on him for reassurance. Alberich stares at you in astonishment. Finally, not even having moved from where she sits, a mug still in her hand and carefully sipping, is Luise Kaufmann, looking over the entire scene through lidded eyes.
"Let's get this out of the way first," you grunt, a hand resting on the hilt of Brain Wounder even now. "Warden of the Middle Mountains? Sure, you have the title, for what it's worth," you shrug though narrow your eyes. "That was never in question."
Gunthar's mouth opens, incredulous, before you continue over the beginnings of a word from his mouth.
"But that's all."
His mouth snaps shut, eyes going flinty with the 'clack' of teeth on teeth.
"You come barreling in, less than a decade under your belt," you start, steadfastly refusing to pace despite the still thrumming energy in your legs – and ignoring that you did a considerable amount in your first decade, "Acting like you'll be able to hold a modicum of authority over Ostland. Or Nordland. Or Ostermark. Just for some fancy name, leading one campaign. Well guess what," you gesture at yourself, then wildly over at Stephan and Ortrud, "So have they! More than one, in a lot of cases."
One single step forward. Gunthar shrugs off Logan's increasingly tighter clutches and takes a step forward himself.
"So what, really, do you want so badly from us, Gunthar," sneering, your other hand goes to your hips. "How about this? You can move your own troops through what Ostland holds, but if you think for one damned second that we're going to cease our own patrols near Ostlander lives and Ostlander homes," your eyes narrow, "Then you're more a fool than you've shown so far."
(Hold Back: 42-Fighting Chemicals(5)-Anger(5)+Magnus(10)=42/100)
"Which is considerable."
Magnus, very slowly, closes his eyes. Gunthar's, on the other hand, widens, but there is a wariness to him now that wasn't there before. Did he really think that you were all talk? Or is he actually an idiot?
"But unlike you, we aren't," you continue through bared teeth, "So we'll acknowledge that if the greenskins or beastmen get a large enough mob going it could be a major concern for the other provinces, so we could replace them with some knightly orders if you're that concerned about the Army of the Range."
Gunthar shakes his head slowly, eyes never leaving your own.
"But you won't pull them back entirely, will you."
"Absolutely not," you snort, pulling one of the intact mugs off the table to examine.
Damn only half full. Apparently a good amount got sloshed out of it from all of the commotion. But it's still ale, and you guzzle it down to pause for a moment. Unfortunately, it also gives Gunthar a chance to open his fat gob.
"In fact, I'll bet that if you decide there's large enough of an issue, you'll deploy those troops right back in, and beyond as you decide is necessary."
The mug thumps against the table as you wipe your lips with your other hand.
"Aye, so there is a brain in that thick skull of yours."
Gunthar growls, a hint of that inhuman tonal shift appearing again.
"Frederick...," Magnus says, his voice calm, though you idly note that his grip on his hammer has tightened slightly.
But at this point, you are somewhere just above the usual level of drunk, and mixed up on combat-driven reflexes and mentality. So it does not make you afraid as much as it likely should.
"Of course, my apologies…my Emperor," you dip your head slightly at him. "We can move on to one of the other issues – the 'contested' areas. We'll pull out and away from your damned 'contested' claims, bordering provinces proper…,"
(Gunthar Restraint: 60-Anger(10)+Brother's Presence(5)=55/100)
"You're either lying, or-,"
"If requested," you interrupt. "Stephan, you care?"
Eyes turn onto the Count of Nordland, who merely raises an eyebrow.
"I've already spent money building forts in the foothills, and fortifying the areas from the few paths down, what little there are. I'm busy with rebuilding from Frote to Dorfmark, and fortifying them as well. I don't know how many more times I can say that Nordland is done with these mountains," he rather half-heartedly throws his arms in the air with the last statement. "I quite literally don't have the people, and won't for generations, to bother with them! If you were talking about Frederick pushing his troops dozens of miles out of the mountains and down into the forests and plains of Nordland, we'd have something to discuss, but we don't, so," he crosses his arms, sitting back down heavily on to his chair, "Leave Nordland out of it. We always had to make the longest journey to even touch the damn things even when we cared to try and hold them."
"Duke Taussig?"
A flash of terror and strange irritation and then he is coughing, thumping himself on the chest to clear his throat.
"A-ahem, yes, well…to be quite honest, the nobility with claims in the mountains would vastly prefer that Count Ludenhof simply…deploy the army to protect them more than anything else, rather than…nothing."
Sounds about right for a Ludenhof, one way or another.
"Tell them if they want to talk to someone about it, come to me, instead of Ludenhof," you shrug before looking back at Gunthar. "Happy, big man? I'm asking everyone nicely, with something called diplo-macy," you lilt your voice slightly as you speak.
Gunthar's fingers slowly curl into tight fists. But he notices your looking at them, and rather quickly folds his arms so you cannot see even that small visual hint of his growing anger, largely restrained by the hammer between the two of you. For in all this time, despite not hefting it to smash one or both of your skulls, Magnus' sheer presence remains an intangible yet impassible barrier. Despite how very much clear it is that you will strike out at one another.
"How far have your people even begun settling, Hohenzollern," Gunthar asks through biting teeth.
"Have you got a map on you," you snarl back.
To your utter lack of surprise, he does. Of course he would, considering this is something that has likely been bothering him. And that he was probably going to bring it up in the first place. From a case at his hip he withdraws an enormous and – despite your own misgivings for the man – extremely detailed and well-drawn map of the entire Middle Mountains and a few miles outwards from the lowest peaks where they transition into hills. It's even got separate patterned and colored lines to demarcate both most current claims and held territory, along with a few sets of past historical claims. Then he pulls out a second map and slams it atop with careful strength, as well as a quill and inkpot which appear from nowhere.
"Here."
"You're welcome."
The Emperor is forced to shift slight to keep himself between the two of you with a single backstep as you glare simultaneously at one another and then down at the map. Practically tearing the stopper from the inkwell, you stab the quill in and then with extreme speed stab down at the second map, peppering it with known settlements of halflings and humans, taking care to not mark out each and every fort you've painstakingly created. It is not an enormous amount, and they are staggered close in a chain as time has gone on, with those closest to Penzfin, Roezfels, Dunkelpfad, and most obviously Mierach which has been in the damned Middle Mountains for over a thousand years being the largest. The smallest has likely only a few dozen in it, and each thus far has been built near the forts for obvious protection.
Gunthar glares down at it, his anger being marred by a small brush of confusion which then rapidly shifts into full-borne suspicion.
"That's it? That's how far you've spread your people?"
His voice is thick with so much hostile suspicion you'd swear he was a Witch Hunter for a moment.
(Hold Back: 78-5+10=83/100)
"Nothing new is founded until what is behind can be assured to be protected or large enough to take care of itself. Of course it's gone slow."
In truth, there is likely less than ten thousand citizens of Ostland in the Middle Mountains at all, if you include every human, halfling, Imperial dwarf, and ogre. But only the bravest of your people went up at all, along with a healthy helping of alcohol to get through the fear and uncertainty. But even without your direct input they hadn't been stupid about it, those that decided to range out far away from the other settlements or the forts more usually than not disappeared soon after. The Army of the Range couldn't possibly be every at once.
"That can't be all of them," he jabs a thick finger down at the map, crinkling its pristine condition with it, "Not with all the forts I know you've built."
"More than enough of my people are fine right where they are, some villages and towns are still rebuilding after the Vampire War," you growl.
Even though you do not implicitly say that he hadn't been there – which he hadn't – you know he hears the words in the air. The slight looking away is more than enough of a sign that you'd struck him.
"And as Ostlander settlements, one way or another, they get protected. Whether by the Army of the Range, your own forces if you take over entirely, or some knightly orders, or whatever," you state, firmly. "I don't give a shit. They stay protected no matter what. If they can't…" your voice trails off, the threat explicit despite the lack of saying it outright.
Gunthar steps back, still shaking his head, now holding the map as he studies it and the marks of where your settlements lie.
"This isn't right, it can't be," he mutters.
(Wolf Scents Treachery: 84/100)
His eyes squint shut, crinkling hard in thought, before he almost throws the map down on to the table.
"Oh, but it is, Gunthar," you sneer. "If you, or Hochland, or-,"
Stephan draws his hand across his neck before you even begin with the first syllable.
"Anyone else wants their own troops out in case they're worried, they can, they've always been able to."
They just haven't. Which, in hindsight, is a bit surprising. Less so is that Stephan decided to focus wholly on internal development on what territory he possessed, or that the Count of Hochland was bad at doing his job. And, if you are honest, it is more than possible that those of Hochland who cared for the Middle Mountains in terms of actual ownership did not think they'd get anywhere with you. Or maybe they were just desperately trying to get Ludenhof to get off of his ass. Or maybe both.
"And contrary to whatever you might think," you roll your eyes, "They haven't needed to, because the Army of the Range doesn't discriminate against who they protect, only what they fight."
Gunthar is truly beginning to tear the map slightly with how he is clutching it, eyes flicking between it and you.
"As Warden, I would need to know the location of the forts of Ostland, Count," he bites out the title at you. "At least to know for proper military deployment and patrols."
Growling under your breath, you thrust your hand at him to receive the quill again, angrily smoothing out the map and scrunching it worse from the effort, and do so. Damn him. You are scarcely done before he leans over and rips it away from you, so vigorously that you have to steady the inkwell lest it spill out across the table.
"There, happy?"
He does not answer verbally, and you don't need him to. It's hard to mistake how he shoves the map practically against his eyeballs, then holds it out into the light as if it will change.
"I don't know how you even-,"
Oh to the warp with this back and forth.
"For fuck's sake, Gunthar, what do you want from me!" You shout at him, and abruptly find Magnus in your way. "What do you want? Tax money or something?! A stipend for being the Warden of the Middle Mountains, aye?! Sure! Straight to the Imperial coffers, what pittance there is in tax from my people, all for you, you bastard. Won't even have to pay anything lower than those in Ostland itself, business or persons!"
Gunthar throws the map onto the table, and strides right towards you, until he also finds Magnus blocking his way. The armor and the man who wears it is all that is keeping you away from one another at this point.
"So you'll just abandon your people to another province," he snarls over his older brother's shoulder, "After all this?!"
"They're tough, we're going to keep protecting them or at least making sure they're protected because if you don't I'll kick your ass from one end of that range to another, and you'll keep coming after me and them otherwise, won't you!?" You yell right back. "After all of this, I'll pay personally to help them set up their lives elsewhere rather than live under you, if I have to!"
By now, both of your faces are flush with scarlet anger once more.
"You think I need a damn stipend to fund my forces?!" Gunthar booms in incredulous fury. "The wealth of Middenland is more than capable! The title of Warden is, and has always been, and will continue to be Middenland's!"
A frustrated gurgling groan is your initial response before you can inhale and begin yelling again.
"You want to negotiate about the mountains, fine! What else do you fucking want, you don't want a stipend, but you want to know where all of my people are, you have the damn title! What…do you want!? You can't have the whole mountains!"
He attempts to get past Magnus, who instead pivots just slightly so that his pauldron cracks Gunthar in the lower jaw. The rest of the Electors still watch, seemingly petrified save for Moro who has retaken her seat and Kaufmann who continues to sip at her ale.
"I don't want the whole range!"
"Then what do you want?!"
The glass in this room is considerably thick, to not be shaking out of their frames as you bellow at one another.
Gunthar slaps at the map, his hand practically crushing it.
"Clearly delineated territories, split between them, military access as required and upon agreement from the Elector whose territory is under threat," he snarls, dragging his finger up and down the parchment, ruining it further. "I don't need or want your people, your money, or a stipend! Duke Taussig!"
The skittish man dances just a hair breadth closer, but no further despite Gunthar half-attempting to grab him with nothing more than a clenching of his fingers and a flexing of his mind.
"I've outlined the exact land claims of those of Hochland in the Middle Mountains, would you mark that territory as adequate?"
Taussig, despite himself, must come closer in order to see, shaking slightly in his boots. Thankfully he's on your half of Magnus, so isn't likely to be obliterated by a mad Ulrican. After a moment of extremely tense silence, he jerks his head up and down.
"I-I'm sure that this is satisfactory, my lord," he stammers out before retreating a few steps.
Now it is your turn to stare at Gunthar in disbelief.
"All of that…all of this…," you practically spit at him, "For some lines, and the title?"
Gunthar sneers right on back at you.
"If it is deemed necessary, and with agreement not just by the Count of the provinces in question but by local commanders with a better read on the situation, military action, yes, but unlike you I don't intend to simply march the wolves of Ulric into other people's lands!"
(Restraint: 65-Increased Anger(10)+Confusion(5)+10=70/100)
"NO ONE SAID ANYTHING! They were more than happy for my men to spend blood, sweat, and tears protecting them!"
He scoffs, and turns away, hands up in the air. Only for a few steps before he whirls about, however.
"You are either a liar, or willfully obtuse," he shoots back, before shaking his head wildly. "It doesn't matter. You can keep your damned stipend, and your 'Army of the Range' on your side of the mountains. If you think I'd strip Imperial citizens of their protection and soldiers of their families, because of you," he makes the word sound like excrement, "Then I'll know I was right about you all along."
Only then does the Emperor speak, his tone quiet yet thoughtful.
"Making the Warden a shared, or Imperial position, is not entirely impossible," though he shrugs when Gunthar stares at him, mouth open in betrayal. "Though it is just a thought, and one you refuse, I take it?"
"Of course," Gunthar blusters before looking back at you. "That is my proposal, and you'll either take it…or we'll negotiate some more," he clenches his fists at that, drawing up his chin at you.
"Oh if you want a fight," you say over Magnus' shoulder, "I'll give you one. Just name the time and place. No magic, no healing, until the victor."
Gunthar squints.
"What, you'd bet the whole of the range on that?"
The smile you give is absolute viciousness.
"It's not a bet if it's sure."
Before he can take a step towards you, Logan appears, this time grabbing him bodily by the shoulders, whispering furiously in his ear. The Ar-Ulric looks at you, wariness in his eyes, before looking back at Gunthar. As for you, you are actually looking at the map, and the lines that have been drawn in it. It certainly cuts back on your own territory, significantly so, but to your surprise Gunthar actually stopped just shy of going backwards past settlements already settled. Those that you have possessed, that he knows you have at least, he is leaving to you entirely. Only the sheer conservative layout of the settlements, desperate to stay protected by way of numbers and defenses in classic Ostlander fashion – deadly mountains instead of deadly forest notwithstanding – means that they didn't expand nearly as far as Gunthar apparently expected.
Or…was told?
(Consideration: 80-10+5=75/100)
Gunthar came into this with a great series of 'truths' that he was so sure of, he was and is declaring you a liar, seemingly incapable of accepting your own markings but unable to do anything else about it. That…is something that needs to be studied perhaps. Maybe something Baggins or Sabine can do…?
"If you want to fight for the whole range between Middenheim and Ostland, then I'll take you on," Gunthar finally says, eyes narrowed, "If you think that my proposal is so unfair for your ambitions."
You can't help the sigh that attempts to bludgeon his head in which escapes your lips.
"What are these fucking ambitions you keep going on about," you don't even shout the words, so tired are you of this, "I don't know, but you do, apparently. So yeah, I'll look at this map, or beat the hell out of you and take them all, unless you think that my idea is so incorrigible?"
Gunthar stomps, doesn't move forward, simply plants his foot so hard into the stone below that you are sure you hear at least the tiniest of cracks into the floor appear.
"I don't want your people or your stipend, Hohenzollern. I'll agree to matters of armies in case of other nearby armies, but as Warden I demand the right to move my troops in should the commanders within the mountains decide it is needed or my forces do do – not for a raven's flight to Wulfenburg or Middenheim would I wait if there was a warherd of significant size waiting."
"I wouldn't expect you to," you bare your teeth at him. "The Knightly Orders?"
"Fine, I'm sure the White Wolves would be willing to establish some holds."
"And what's to stop your men from 'deciding' that enough is enough and marching in," you challenge, adjusting your footing only for Magnus to shift with you, keeping you from getting past him.
"What's to stop yours?"
"Common sense," you bark. "What would you do to ensure accountability?"
"Floggings and executions if necessary, should an idiot decide to march over the lines without permission or without extreme need, after impartial investigation by the Knights Griffon or another force deemed trustworthy such as arbitrators of Verena," he fires back with surprising speed and sureness. "Would that be acceptable to you, Hohenzollern?"
"Oh just fine. And if one of us decides the other broke protocol and the other disagrees?"
"Same thing, obviously."
Because if anything, it has been quite well demonstrated that Magnus is willing to stand between the two of you to keep you from coming to blows. And that apparently this last point was one that Gunthar was going to bring up at some point or another, by how quickly he answered. That was something that he'd already had in mind. Something is not right with this. With all of this.
"You'll tax what you can, in your own area, for yourself. If you can't maintain it," he smiles wide, "Then that is your own problem, and if it requires a reduction in the territory claimed that can be…negotiated with later. And if you think you can, fine, in Ulric's name I would crush you in a fight."
"You'd fight me for it, after all that, and risk losing everything?"
"It's not a bet if it's sure," he smirks back.
"And if it would mean I'd have the title and responsibilities as Warden of the Middle Mountains?"
The smirk dies, his lips firming into a thin line.
"Then so be it. The people would have to return to Ostlander settlement of Mierach, regardless of wherever else, the forts would fall under Middenlander control."
"And if I win?"
"In the incredibly unlikely possibility of that, the same would be true, save that my citizens would be returned to Sohk or Middenheim," he rolls his shoulders, "Either way, the last line of mountains and foothills would remain under their original provincial command, for defensive purposes."
Magnus just sighs a little.
"Excuse me," Ortrud pipes up, "Countess Ava?"
Ava blinks rapidly, her slightly rheumy eyes wobbling slightly as she turns to look at your friend.
"Ah…yes, Countess Hertwig?"
"Sylvania," Ortrud shrugs, "I was wondering if you would be willing to part with a small sliver of it, which slightly more advantageous defensive positions possible on the part of the League."
She then pulls out her own map, showing a very faint line on it extending into Sylvania.
"I'll support your otherwise total absorption of the province in exchange?"
Ava looks at her, down at the map, then back up at Ortrud, the table, the ground where some things are still being cleaned, and then over to you and Gunthar.
(Not Worth The Trouble?: 40-Extreme Violence(5)+Reasonable(5)+Pragmatist(5)+Trident Intimidation Factor(15)=60/100)
"Agreed. Done and done. That much is barely worth quibbling, and if it saves people from the vile undead should they rise again and head north, then well-worth the exchange. Does anyone else have anything else to say about the County of Sylvania being acknowledged as a full part of Stirland now in truth rather than paper save for the portion just granted?"
A series of small shaking heads is the only response.
"Then that's dealt with," Ortrud then promptly sits back into her seat, leaning back against it with one arm propped up and the other in her lap. "Apologies," she purses her lips innocently. "Please, continue."
Gunthar's slightly red-rimmed eyes turn back towards you.
"Well?" He demands.
Gunthar's Counter Proposal:
- Middle Mountains divided into 3 Sections: Middenland, Ostland, Hochland in accordance with the image below. All lands within a province's territory is theirs in perpetuity, for purposes of taxation, defense, population, farming, etc. and sundry. Middenland forces gain dominant position in terms of authority, and should they believe that it is required will cross territory lines to strike down the foes of the Empire, though a caveat has been provided in that they will communicate with the current territory's military leadership within the area before doing so unless circumstances are considered exceedingly dire. Should a force attempt to do so without permission, regardless of province, an impartial force will be brought in for trial/sentencing whether that be Knights Griffon or some Verenans or otherwise, to be agreed upon by both sides.
OR
- Outright fight him for total ownership of both Ostland/Middenland Sections Of Image Above, Leaving Out Hochland's territory. Upkeep, protection, etc. falls under the owner of whoever. Save for province-most foothills, settlements, etc. that would remain under their original owner. You would not, for instance, be taking Sokh nor would he take Mierach or what have you.
Choose One:
[] Push Original Proposal
[] Accept Gunthar's Counter Proposal
[] Beat Gunthar's Face In For Rest Of Non-Hochland Middle Mountain Territory
Image descriptor: Green and below towards Hochland is Hochland territory. West of white line is Middenland, east of white line is Ostland. NOTE: IF THEY DON'T SHOW UP, TRY REFRESHING? IT SEEMS TO WORK THEN
In case that didn't work, maybe a direct link?
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Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
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The uh, images are FUBAR.
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I just refreshed and they work now.
Damn it, are you sure? Some people last time couldn't see them because they were on an Ipad, but it worked on mobile/laptop/pc.
Might work if you reload. I just did and now both images are back.
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Heh, nice work Ortrud.
It's nice to have friends that support you so much. Stephan was one step away from attacking Gunthar.
Sure, I've stayed the hell out of what I'm sure was a quagmire of arguments, but I know that there's more than one POV to this issue and no one is all in the right. But that doesn't mean having good friends that stick by you through thick and thin is bad.
Anyways...Gunthar is confusing. Apparently he's getting a little, carried away with his ambitions.
It's nice to have friends that support you so much. Stephan was one step away from attacking Gunthar.
Sure, I've stayed the hell out of what I'm sure was a quagmire of arguments, but I know that there's more than one POV to this issue and no one is all in the right. But that doesn't mean having good friends that stick by you through thick and thin is bad.
Anyways...Gunthar is confusing. Apparently he's getting a little, carried away with his ambitions.
I can see them. I'm on laptop by the way.
And, please, God, hopefully this is somewhat humorous considering the anger and 'salt' or whatever and tense nature of the thread for the past incredibly awkward while.
This is Stephan when people try to include him in territorial issues he doesn't have the time or men for, when he is working with a population to intensely develop what he's got, since he declared Laurelorn entirely free of Nordland claims since they aided during the campaign to free Nordland from Gruber. He doesn't want to have to cut through several miles of forest, and then up into the mountains, for any reason save for the most dire of need, like a huge warherd or something. He and his people have plenty to do down from the peaks, like rebuilding and expanding villages, resettling and setting up new farms, lumber yards, etc.
This is Stephan when people try to include him in territorial issues he doesn't have the time or men for, when he is working with a population to intensely develop what he's got, since he declared Laurelorn entirely free of Nordland claims since they aided during the campaign to free Nordland from Gruber. He doesn't want to have to cut through several miles of forest, and then up into the mountains, for any reason save for the most dire of need, like a huge warherd or something. He and his people have plenty to do down from the peaks, like rebuilding and expanding villages, resettling and setting up new farms, lumber yards, etc.
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wtf is this dudes problem
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I tentatively think he's being a bit irrational in that his ambition, his desire to be great, is overtaking him.
But, I could be wrong. Maybe there's something going on we don't know.
Night_stalker
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Now I see 'em.
As for this, well.....
Hang on a tick. He's picking up rogue Witch Hunters, right?
Remind me, where did those rogues way back in Turn 6 go? What if some of them got into Middenland, and ran into Gunthar?
Last EC for Middenland.... wasn't the most active and such. So basically, he's overcompensating. Think how Tywin became LP after Tytos's death. And I suspect either his spies are inflating shit, or someone on our side's lying to 'im.
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I just want to state that I am concerned about this being a thing, especially since it was applied to a southern Elector-Count.
He seemed to be surprised by how little of the Middle Mountains we claimed. That means he though that Ostland was much deeper in the mountains. Possibilities include:
- He thought we might take the whole Mountains and get some Middenlander nobility to jump ship to Ostland
- There is something in the Mountains he knows about and he fears we might get it
- Somebody is stirring up shit to start up something between provinces of the Empire
That compromise sounds pretty reasonable.
Also, i get the feeling that Gunthars intelligence guys have been painting Freddy a lot worse than he really is, going so far as to supply him with false information about the extent of our settlements in the Middle Mountains. I wonder if there is someone we pissed off in his spy agency?
Also, i get the feeling that Gunthars intelligence guys have been painting Freddy a lot worse than he really is, going so far as to supply him with false information about the extent of our settlements in the Middle Mountains. I wonder if there is someone we pissed off in his spy agency?
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