Back during the job vote, I argued quite strongly in favour of Waystones and spent time listing the benefits of K8P's on the assumption that it was the best place for it. I argued against Markgraf for reasons of distance, in part, from K8P's and difficulty in retaining our circle of underlings and friends. I had no illusions as to where I'd be voting as the place to carry out the research on Waystones. Even as we voted for places to look into, in my hubris, I voted for Kislev and Laurelorn in the clear belief that it would change nothing and I'd faithfully vote for K8P's as a true dwarf-souled would.
I was a fool, SV. Ranald's Avatar,
@BoneyM saw mine, and others, asumptions and hubris and responded with devastating force.
Now I stand before you all, broken and wretched, laid low by the honeyed words and blandishments of a sexy forest, scandalously flashing her exclusive library card. The equivalent of flashing her ankles if we were in the Victorian era. Not content with that, she loosened her bodice and revealed the authors of some of libraries contents. Mathilde and most of SV swooned, while in Karak Eight Peaks, Panoramia paused in her planting and frowned in the direction of Laurelorn.
After many fortifying drinks (pints of brandy for Mathilde, I had tea since I'm a stereotype), Mathilde pulled herself together and went to Kislev. A calm, straightforward meeting with an Ice Witch or the leader of Praag would be just the remedy to gather strength to push back the insidious tendrils of the sexy forest and promise of a scantily clad library, I thought to myself, as I downed my tenth cup in less than four hours.
Then we met Prince Boris and once more was I cast down. The Prince was nobly training his guardsmen so they might become less squishy. Like a true gentleman he dragged two chairs in front of the fire, made from wood he personally hewed himself, while fighting the yhetis bear-chested, upon his bear steed. He looked deeply into Mathilde's eyes, his own shining with pent up emotion, as he looked at the woman who had already done so much for his country without even meaning to. "I am a simple Kislevite, I kill Chaos, ride my bear steed and lumberjack on the side. I had given up, as many do in this land, planning to sell my life as dearly as possible. But now, because of your actions, I have HOPE!" he thundered in a whisper. In the background a bear roared, a cat meowed and a sentient blizzard flash froze a cultist.
After such powerful sales pitches, I can only trust in Ranald. So, I flipped a coin four times. Got heads thrice and tails once. Ranald has spoken.
[X] Kislev
[] Laurelorn
