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i`ll watch it. at least for the first odd some episodes.

if they have not killed most of the cast of (with help from outside or just the skaven cast inside) it might be worth watching.
 
The Skaven concept of copyright can be boiled down to 'who stole it last'. More or less. :p

And remember kids, murder isn't a crime if there isn't a body!
 
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anyone remember what exactly Gunthar's deal was against us in regards to the mountains? Just what did he want?
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His spymaster bro was a vampire, and said spypire was all in on how Ostland was trying to take control of the Middle Mountains in order to make Gunthar look bad, and possibly even use that staging area to attack him or other nearby polities. So, Gunthar went into thinking we were total dicks, because his best and most trusted info source said we were. Even though we clearly weren't. Or at least, that's the understanding of it I have.

You should still actually go back and reread it though, because like, I haven't reread it in awhile and I could easily be missing subtext/context/important bits. So all these people with the insightfuls and informatives, don't be taking my word as gospel.
 
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that and him wanting to be big dick of the north and then finding out he is unlike ever to be that ever.

faulty info from a trusted source that fed him info that he wanted but wasn`t real
+ ambitions to become something that his "friend" the spymaster vampire bro knew he could never be.
apart from if there was a war then most likely the emperor would back his brother and we be shit out of luck.
 
There was also the matter of overlapping/conflicting territorial claims.

Ostland stuck to Ostland's historical claims, but some of the territory claimed by Ostland was also claimed by Middenland, Nordland and/or Hochland.

Gunthar wanted to be entitled to having the largest military presence and the most military authority in the Middle Mountains... and to sort out the territorial dispute.
 
Qeqre said:
There was also the matter of overlapping/conflicting territorial claims.

Ostland stuck to Ostland's historical claims, but some of the territory claimed by Ostland was also claimed by Middenland, Nordland and/or Hochland.

Gunthar wanted to be entitled to having the largest military presence and the most military authority in the Middle Mountains... and to sort out the territorial dispute.
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Which Frederick ended up giving him right? It's been a while since I read that section but that's the impression I remember.
 
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Which Frederick ended up giving him right? It's been a while since I read that section but that's the impression I remember.
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Well yeah. More troops in the Middle Mountains just means a lower probability of something nasty spilling out and we got to keep enough territory for a good national redoubt and/or buffer.

We didn't want the title, we didn't need the entire Middle Mountains and trying to spite/humiliate Gunthar wasn't worth it.
 
As long as its not a beastmen breeding ground I'm fine with whoever owns that rock. Could we get an intrigue action that shows us the infrastructure of locations? It would really give me peace of mind to know certain areas are properly fortified. Or burned to the bedrock.

SO,during the elector meet, we have to talk the to the gold mages, touch bases with Stirland and Maybe Wissenland, Talk to the Ulricans about making a temple and then the Meet itself. Am I missing any events we might have to do?
 
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As long as its not a beastmen breeding ground I'm fine with whoever owns that rock. Could we get an intrigue action that shows us the infrastructure of locations? It would really give me peace of mind to know certain areas are properly fortified. Or burned to the bedrock.

SO,during the elector meet, we have to talk the to the gold mages, touch bases with Stirland and Maybe Wissenland, Talk to the Ulricans about making a temple and then the Meet itself. Am I missing any events we might have to do?
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snubb the new moot rep?
 
Gold mages and Ulricans we need to talk to. Arthur is in Stirland and we've done a lot for them recently. I'm not inclined to use one of our limited actions on them right now. Our time would be better spent on foreign diplomacy or talking to the counts that don't hate us or like us. Nordland, Ostermark, and Stirland are already our friends... which we might want to invite the Stirland countess to our yearly meetings. But we can use normal yearly actions for them or they are already close enough to us that it doesn't even cost actions anymore. Marenberg, the Moot, Talbecland, and Middenland dislike us to the point that interactions aren't really advised, unless it's maybe with Middenland. We MIGHT be able to turn that one around. especially if we ask Logan for help with it.

I think we should focus on the rest. They don't hate us but they don't love us. We should try to improve relations among them. We should also bring our daughter-in-law again. She's in her element in highly political environments.

That said, all of this could change once we have more information.
 
Elector's Meet Of 2337 IC - 1
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    • Elector's Meet 2337 IC – 1​
    It's a sunny day in Wulfenburg, the skies reasonably clear.

    The perfect time to go flying.

    "Stay safe down there," Natasha kisses you on the lips as you head for Oskana. "All my love, forever."

    "Forever," you kiss her back, pausing to gather her up in your arms and pepper her with more.

    "Aghk, enough," she finally laughs and mushes your face as you let her down, "You can't stay here forever."

    "Ah, but a man can dream," you call back to her as you walk away.

    The burly gryphon squawks and ruffles her feathers in excitement, it's been a while since you've taken her on a truly long distance trip. All around you, the hundred Greatswords that you are willing to strip from the armed forces are similarly gearing up for travel. Captain Elric Hass salutes at you as you walk past. Despite their heavy armor and weaponry, you are more than willing to supply the horses required to get them south to Wurzen and onto a river barge. After all, the horses can just come back to Wulfenburg. After that, if anyone wants to try and mess with a river barge with a hundred of the best soldiers in Ostland on it, well, the world doesn't need every idiot it produces.

    Unfortunately, only your wife was able to see you off properly. Magnus, Arthur, and Urgdug are still in the field, joined these past few weeks by Anna. Sabine is busy coordinating the incoming arrival of so many mercenary troops, while Serhild is absolutely throwing herself into her burgeoning business and granted estates. Hopefully, in time, the Hohenzollerns of Vogelsang will grow into their own strong entity. Not that they aren't strong plenty with Arthur and Serhild ruling there, but still. On the other hand, you are perfectly happy to lavish the majority of your attentions on Natasha as everyone else gets ready to leave.

    "All right," you heft yourself up on Oskana, beginning the laborious process of straps and chains to attach yourself properly without danger of falling – especially considering you recently did – despite the gryphon's annoyance at the addition of a few more. "Let's move out!"

    "WARRRRK!"

    There really is nothing like the sudden violent and bouncing acceleration into the air one can suffer as a gryphon launches itself upwards. Sure, it takes her a few leaps forward and massive beats of her wings, but Oskana has been trained to even manage it from within the courtyard, a far cry from the natural runways that most gryphons would have access to in the wild. Wulfenburg stretches out below you, as your Greatswords begin riding through the streets and out of the city proper. For a moment, as Oskana simply glides, you glance to the north, though you can't possibly see the coast at all. You look towards the choking and all-encompassing forests of the Empire that hide so many threats. Then you wheel south, and try to focus on more positive things.

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    Nuln is…Nuln. Industry burns there, smoke stacks rising up from its foundries and mills, visible sign of the Empire's growth over time from the savages you once were. Unfortunately, Oskana does not much like flying over Nuln proper, she likes the air she flies in to be a bit cleaner. As such, after a single semi-circle around the gates your Greatswords are approaching, she rather petulantly lands upon the earth, her wings held tight about her body as she stalks about with her razor sharp talons. The average citizen of the city is more than eager to get out of the way as you advance, though you do get a smattering of people cheering at the sight of you, as well as a few thrown flowers that they produced from somewhere or another. Most, however, easily weigh the options of trying to stand in the way of a snapping gryphon, or the hundred heavily armed men behind her. Even the lesser nobility and richer merchants shift.

    Honestly, you would have preferred to land at the manse itself, but Oskana had apparently decided to deny you the convenience of her mobility as was her wont.

    "Bloody bird," you mutter, causing Oskana to jerk slightly and turn her head so that one of her large eyes can squint at you. "Oh don't give me that look, your my dear, dear companion. Hell, we hatched you, so you're practically family."

    "WARK!"

    Your rearing backwards serves two simultaneous purposes, one to avoid her snapping beak, the other so that your arm has enough air to move through before thumping into the side of her thick skull. Thankfully gryphons are so damn naturally tough, otherwise you might worry, but considering that Oskana regularly wrestles about with Urgdug…well. The idea that in the days of old, men and women of the tribes ran around with stone weapons and bows and had to try to deal with that, on occasion? It's simultaneously humbling that your people survived to become what they are today, and outrageous that they managed it at all.

    But soon your thoughts turn to other things as you make your way through the streets of Nuln. With Emeline ruling from Pfeildorf, Magnus the Pious pretty much has sole reign here, at least on the face of it. Something that has become reflected throughout the city. You are reasonably sure you've seen more priests of every major God of the Empire here than you've seen in quite a while. You know that the Emperor has steadily performed the Conclave of Faith every few years, but Arthur's never attended. As such, you never paid that much attention. But there are far more than just mere priests. In twos and threes, you also see the templars of the Gods, from Black Guards of Morr to Sons of Manaan, and everything in between. Once, at a tight intersection where the traffic is so tight that even you can't bull through it without injuring people, you get a good view as some templars of Sigmar get into a bit of a screaming match with some White Wolves as they blame each other for the jam. But before they can get close enough to each other through the press of bodies, the Knights Griffon are there, simply appearing and dragging them men away from one another before things can go too far.

    With that, the press loosens and the people begin to actually maneuver about once more.

    It does not take long for you to reach your destination. Your manse, or rather, Ostland's manse, is as well maintained as ever when you arrive it, with two stern Knights Griffon guarding over it. You suppose the Emperor wishes to afford every Elector a sense of security. Everything about it is the same as you remember, only this time the small courtyard does not have an amber wizard in it. Only the Knights Griffon, as the personal order of the Emperor, would ever be trusted to be in such a position across all the other manses. You, for some reason, are not so sure that they will continue to do such once another Emperor takes up the hammer of Sigmar. But, of course, that will not be for many, many years yet, if you have anything to say about it. As it is, you are happy to not have to pay any additional expenses in servants or guards for the place. As you approach, one of them turns to open the large metal barred gate, the other welcoming you with a short wave.

    "Count Hohenzollern! Welcome back to Nuln. I hope your trip was uneventful? I am Sir Brukert," he bows slightly before pointing to his fellow. "My companion is Sir Weddell. We have been chosen as the custodians of your manse for the Elector's Meet."

    "Hello," you grunt, reaching forward to clasp his wrist in a tight gripped shake. "This is new, isn't it?"

    Sir Brukert shrugs slightly in his armor.

    "I suppose to you it would be so, but since several months ago the Emperor put us forth as guardians for most of the manses, unless the Elector should ask that we leave and instead desire to set up their own."

    Hmm. Telling off the Emperor's personally created knightly order, who have already gained a reputation for stalwart service, unyielding faith, and unbridled dedication to duty? No, you don't imagine any Electors would say to do so. Except maybe that arrogant bastard Gunthar, but then the Emperor is still his brother, is he not?

    "Interesting," you nod. "Do you actually enter the manse?"

    "We are forbidden to do so," he shakes his head vigorously, "But we do patrol the property, inspect it to make sure that no one has, well, broken in or something."

    "Huh."

    You'd judge Brukert to be in the middle of his third decade of life, but even so, he outright leaps backwards as Oskana swivels her enormous gob towards him. Squawking loudly, she doesn't go so far as to actually snap out at him, but you can say from experience that the way she tilts her head from side to side to examine you can be disconcerting. Mostly because of the narrowing of her eyes and the way her beak clacks open and closed when she does it. You suppose the equivalent gesture from a human would be licking one's lips while staring bug eyed at one's meal.

    "Gah!" Brukert jumps, then coughs and tries to casually appear as if he hadn't just yelled in shock.

    "You all right there, sir knight?" You fight to keep the grin off your face.

    "Fine! Fine, Count Hohenzollern," he clears his throat again. "I apologize, I have not…been near a gryphon before. At least this close."

    "Well, don't worry," you reassure him with a hefty pat on Oskana's thickly muscled neck, "She's reasonably trained, and full on meat anyhow."

    For now.

    "How about my Greatswords put her into her pen for a bit while you tell me what's going on in the city," you chuckle as you begin unstrapping yourself from the wide saddle.

    Oskana, thoughtfully, stalks her way into the courtyard before shrugging you and the entire saddle off of her in one wild shaking motion. If she hadn't done this sort of thing so many times before during training, you would have fallen into quite the undignified heap.

    "Right," you say in as stately a manner as you can, wiping off nonexistent dust from your armor. "So, the city? Anything I should be aware of?"

    Brukert just sort of eyes you before his mind reasserts itself.

    "Right, well, there's a lot going on in the city. You're the first of the Trident Electors to arrive, but the rest of the Empire's present already if you wished to speak to any of them," he begins, eyes misting over slightly in thought. "There's also the Bretonnians."

    You blink.

    "The what now?"

    "The Bretonnians," he repeats. "The Emperor has invited a diplomatic party from Bretonnia. I believe he intends to speak and conference with them both during and after the Elector's Meet for some time. Jacques the White Blade is said to be the son of one of their legendary Grail Knights, and was apparently chosen to bodyguard their 'Fey Enchantress' during her time away from Bretonnia."

    "Really," you ask, a faint bit of shock in your voice.

    Around you, the rest of the Greatswords proceed into the manse to investigate its innards. A full twenty of the hundred you brought with you are struggling to corral Oskana, though thankfully her full belly is making things easier. She's torn off arms and disemboweled people when she wasn't at peak stomach fullness. Sure, some people might question why you would purposefully bring such enormous amounts of meat with you on a river barge, but you saw more than one elder riverman turn a bit green at the sound of Oskana's feasting. But you notice little of this, the bustle of the city quieter in this slightly isolated area, so focused you are on the knight's words.

    "Oh yes," he smiles proudly, "The Emperor has been in secret talks with the Bretonnians for years. He wants to do his best to ensure that the conflicts of the past do not crop up again, at least during his rule."

    If there was ever an Emperor to manage that sort of diplomatic victory, it would be Magnus the Pious.

    "Well, I wish him luck then," you say earnestly.

    "We all do," Brukert nods, hands coming to rest on his hips as he muses. "Other than that, there's been rumors of a lot of material mishaps with a lot of mines in the provinces, people are frantic to purchase from the dwarfs to keep up demand. Smiths and cannonry, and the like," he grimaces. "If they can't get the materials required, there'll be a lot of problems. Frankly Count? I'd suggest that, given your cannon production and such…you try to speak to some of the dwarfs in the marketplace to ensure that things go apace."

    You certainly see the logic behind it, but you find yourself caught upon the issue that preceded it.

    "What do you mean…mishaps?"

    His expression grows a bit furtive at that.

    "Well, you didn't hear it from me, but it sounds like a lot of the mines have collapsed or ran into issues around actual transport due to a loss of goods. Years of production, no safety regulations per mine…each one run personally…," he flaps his arms for a moment in consternation. "Sourcing problems, and they're widespread. A number of the Knights Griffon were tapped to investigate, but it's not like the Emperor can tell people how to run their family businesses like that."

    Shit.

    Despite your position in the north, you just managed to get the Street of Steel really going, and Brukert is right that your engineering and gunnery facilities require a steady supply.

    "Who do I need to talk to about that?"

    The knight simply gestures back towards the city streets.

    "Anyone you can. Rumors are that the dwarfs are gouging in prices, but people are still mobbing them in the marketplaces, we've got multiple dwarf merchant concern representatives in the city now," he tells you helplessly. "I wish I could help more, Count, but…I'm just a fourth son of a minor Reiklander family. I was never really…educated on things like this," he sounds more embarrassed by the fact that he cannot assist you further than by his familial status.

    Warning! Mining Troubles In The Empire! Will Reduce Ostland Trade/Gun/Cannon Sales Income For This Turn If Not Worked On!

    "Well, better to know now rather than later. Speaking of which, why haven't I heard about it?"

    He just shrugs again.

    "It has only just recently happened; it takes a while for the news to spread. I would suspect, Count Hohenzollern, that even in the first month of next year there will be parts of the Empire where the information and repercussions are not heard nor felt."

    He's not wrong there, either. Damn it all.

    "Any other news you'd like to levy upon me?"

    "No sir," Brukert sounds relieved to say it. "If that's everything?"

    "Well, one thing," you interrupt as he turns to leave, "If I needed to get a message to someone in the city, who would I speak to? If I didn't know where they were, personally?"

    The knight simply looks at himself then to his compatriot before turning back to you.

    "Me or Sir Weddell could try to deliver it for you, I suppose. We are meant to be at your disposal. Why, do you need to speak to someone at this very moment?"

    "No," you shake your head, "Not right now. But soon, perhaps. But then, perhaps not."

    The knight nods, bows, and then heads away to once more take up his post by the gates. For a moment, you simply think and drink, draining at least three of your ostka flasks in the time it takes for one of the Greatswords to approach you again.

    "Captain Hass. Anything untoward to report?"

    "No sir," he says curtly, eyes scanning the courtyard after glancing your way initially. "Manse is largely undisturbed. Not too much dust, I think that the Emperor only sends servants once a month or something."

    "Very good."

    "Sir, I must ask," he stands a bit closer to you. "Do you plan on going out this day?"

    "Haven't decided yet," you shrug.

    "…yes, sir."

    Honestly, the tone is not required. Deserved, perhaps, but still.

    Day 1 of 3 Before Elector's Meet Proper (Choose Two)
    Now, I've realized that, quite frankly, unless you dedicate an enormous block of time, you should technically be capable of trying to do 2 things in an entire day. So...yeah. Slight change of opportunity. Moratorium on voting for 3 Hours.
    [] Attempt To Meet With Another Elector (Write-In) [Depending On Which, Agreement To Meet Success Not Guaranteed]
    [] Attempt To Meet With the Fay Enchantress of Bretonnia, Or Some Of Her Companions (Write-In) [Success Very Much Not Guaranteed]
    [] Attempt To Meet With The Emperor, Magnus the Pious About Something (Write-In) [Success Not Guaranteed]
    [] Go Speak To Some Dwarfs In The Marketplaces To Salvage Certain Provincial Incomes This Year.
    [] Go Speak To The Ar-Ulric About The Former Blood-Fane Site
    [] Go Wandering Around Nuln?
    [] Send a message to the Gold Magister to meet and discuss matters.
    [] Write-In
     
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    • Bretonnia? Here? Have we ever had a decisive statement as to why we have such a bad rep there?

    Mines are probably the Skaven.
     
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