Not trying to excuse anything, just trying to explain why I think peace with borchard wouldn't last. Granted i'm probably doing a shit job of it, and now that you point it out, we probably could have peacefully unified. seems like its too late for it now.
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Not trying to excuse anything, just trying to explain why I think peace with borchard wouldn't last. Granted i'm probably doing a shit job of it, and now that you point it out, we probably could have peacefully unified. seems like its too late for it now.
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Wouldn't matter if Brochard had no one who would obey him.
But I get it now, players love control. And WOG implies Brochard would be a threat if he has any support.
Would have been fun if our PC united the empire with words. Now we have the conquered population to look forward to.
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This is a war on our land. If we want to take Aquillea we would need to invade. Which is not part of this war unless we expand it. We need to defeat the army sent against us first. Then we can decide what to do. Make peace or send in the troops.
I care. It's why i'm responding.
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Well actually last turn peace plan was second strongest I think despite only having 20% chance and no omake plans.
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I do not know if you've noticed but, in general, we get along well with Wingbardy and the Feathersian League. That should show that we can be quite diplomatic.
It is almost impossible to get along with everyone. Much less with the king who from the beginning has not recognized our ascension to the throne and has not only threatened our father-in-law, but also all those with whom we have good diplomatic relations.
Leaving that aside, there can only be one Emperor. And I'm pretty sure that the Ruler of Aquileia wants to be that someone.
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Well it not really that, population will fall in line weary easily, nobility as well.
The real problem is that after the war our empire will be weak, exhausted and in need of rebuilding.
Basically Wingbardy will probably be in ruins, Aquileia to as we will need to conquer it, some Feathersian city states as well, army will need time to rebuild and will be overstretched some time so there will probably be a raids by the bandits on weakly defended places.
Of course once we rebuild we will be far stronger than before and if war goes well our territories won't be damaged making our position stronger against other nobles who might get some ideas.
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not quite what i meant, yeah people would be down for peace if we thought it would solve the problem or even just give more time to build up, heck, some probably wanna try even just to be able to say that we tried, marlin's comments in particular are just really annoying oversimplifications and ultimately irrelevant. neither the playerbase nor garrick are greedy assholes for choosing to do things this way.
Fair enough, thanks for the polite response.
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Are we still in need of a King Brochard Interlude Omake? I want to try my hand at it, I not exactly well versed in MLP lore are there any relevant information about Griffin Kingdom or Brochard's characteristics beyond his ambition?
Edit: minor edits replaced griffonia with Griffin Kingdom
Edit: minor edits replaced griffonia with Griffin Kingdom
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We are always in need of omakes. The QM posted some of Brochard's motivations a few pages back.
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Yes, we could still use a Brochard Omake, and no Brochard hasn't displayed a characteristic beyond ambitous (if he had a sympathetic trait, players are not noticing it). Gryphus Empire is what the QM named the old empire before Discord happened.
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Just a quick sketch of King Brochard I did on Paint. ^-^
Here is the thing if he was only ambitous that'd be fine, but he has also sent threats to our not even official allies, like we got married and he threatened our step-dad to ensure nuetrality. He just like us might not be greedy but his actions paint a different picture. Not even kidding we didn't even really want the title of king, kinda got dropped on us as the last one died and we partied in celebration of discord's banishment
Omake: A Dog’s Purpose (Semi-Canon)
A Dog's Purpose
Spot looked over the dogs feasting, the last raid had been the most successful yet, seven whole farms had been stripped bare, their livestock slaughtered, vegetables taken, and farming tools taken to be used as crude weapons. He should have been jubilant, he should have been reveling with the others, but he couldn't, all he felt was dread. Every dog he saw was a warrior, a strong and proud fighter, some were members of Spot's original tribe, but many others were new, drawn to the tribe by tales of their recent success and the promise of plentiful food. This was an army, and like any army they marched on their stomach serving whoever could promise them food, and right now that was the savage warrior that was Buddy. Buddy had led the tribe for years now and had reaped a great tally in griffon lives as his necklace of beaks showed, leading them to victory after victory against the flyers. With all that in mind he should have been confident in the future, but he knew it was unsustainable. The last raid had been the exception not the norm, with the griffons recovered from Discord's reign villages and towns were becoming more and more fortified, militia better armed, and when the actual military showed up they had to flee in the face of the better equipped and organized forces. There was a way out, but it was one Buddy would never take, he couldn't see that sometimes to win you had to surrender, and so Spot steeled himself, the groundwork had already been lain, there could be no going back now.
Stepping in front of the feasting Buddy he drew his Griffon forged short sword and shouted out his challenge. "Buddy, Lord Fang of the Dust Fur Tribe, Hundred Gryph Slayer, and vanquisher of the Discorian Fleas, I Spot challenge you for leadership of the tribe on the grounds that you have become to weak to do what needs to be done to make the tribe prosper. Do you accept the challenge, or will you concede your position to me in acknowledgement of you faults?" A hush fell over the tribe all at once, the sheer absurdity of what was happening stunning them into silence, here was a young dog, having been a pup less than five years prior challenging a warrior with two decades of combat experience and more than double his mass in muscle, it was lunacy, but here it was. Buddy stood, grabbing his stone maul and looking at Spot with an expression of fury on his face. "You come here and dare to accuse me of being to weak to lead while acknowledging my triumphs while you have none to your name? If you weren't challenging me I would have to commend you audacity pup, but you've gone to far in challenging me, I will see you dead by my paw. With that Buddy leapt over the table he'd been using and swung his maul at Spot, but the younger dog was already moving out of the way, overturning a table in his bid to put some space between himself and the larger dog.
'No more than a few minutes now before it takes effect, I just have to wait for him to slow down enough for it to take effect.' He thought to himself as Buddy once more charged him, this time doing his best to deflect the maul to the side with a makeshift shield made from a small bedside table taken during the raid. It shattered of course and Spot winced as numerous splinters embedded themselves in his flesh but bore it without making a sound, he had challenged his leader by calling out weakness, it would not do to show any now. The next few minutes were a blur, sometimes it seemed that time was passing by in slow motion, at others he could barely keep track of his own movements everything was moving so fast. Eventually though Buddy began to slow down and Spot tried not to smirk, right now Buddy's vision would be starting to blur, his guts would be screaming, and his muscles would be feeling like lead. His confidence started to wane however when Buddy didn't seem to slow down anymore, Spot cursed himself for not realizing that he should have upped the dosage, the prisoners he'd tested the poison on had all been far smaller that Buddy, there was no guarantee that the amount he'd had slipped into Buddy's food would do anymore than it already had. His momentary distraction cost him however when Buddy managed to clip his left side, even the small blow sending him sprawling, this was bad, he'd need to start getting reckless.
He climbed back to his feet, hastily raising his sword in a defensive position, Buddy slowly stalked towards him and almost lazily raised his maul up to strike him down, and in this Spot saw his chance, it would cost him, but such a small sacrifice was no price at all. Buddy swung down and instead of dodging out of the way he blocked it with his hand, pushing it to the side even as the bones in his arm shattered pushing their way out of his arm. Taking advantage of Buddy's shock at his actions he drove his sword through the chieftain's throat, blood spayed over Spot as Buddy slumped to the ground. He had done it, he'd plotted meticulously, preparing for months, and now that he was here, he could barely even believe it, what was supposed to come after this again?
He couldn't quite remember, and he stood there for a whole minute before the other dogs hoisted him up shouting his praises, proclaiming him their new lord. Right this was why, the unsustainable nature of their culture and ways, ensuring that his people had a future, the methods would be unpalatable to many of the dogs, many would be unwilling to bow to the griffons even if it was to ensure that they had food even during the winter months. He would need to remove them, but he'd already taken steps to remove some of the elements in this tribe that would prove troublesome, a blade in the back during a raid here, ensuring a tunnel collapse there, but there would be more. But he would kill as many as he needed to, to ensure his peoples prosperity, paving the path forward with skulls if need be, still that was a ways off, for now he would need to keep up the raids, attract more dogs before he moved to attacking other tribes to absorb their populations, get enough people that it would be worth it to the griffons to take them in. He winced as his arm was jostled, but smiled through the pain, not long now, not long at all.
Okay this didn't come out as fast and I'm not totally happy with it but I promised an Omake and I shall deliver.
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Might want to space it out a bit more, make it easier to read. Other than that well done!
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I like it. Even if the D Dogs are fairly primitive they can grow and learn as well as any other race. With them on our side we can help shape the culture into something compatible with ours.
Yeah spacing from word to Suf does not translate well.
Omake: King Cyril Brochard (Canon)
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Here my attempt at an Omake a little over 1k words.
Before the plague of Discord, the Empire of Gryphus stood tall and mighty, the beacon of the northern mountains. Your eyes dipped below watching your people drudge about around broken ruins of what were once great monuments, oh how the mighty were brought so low.
This would not stand, one day the Empire will rise again, and it will do so under your leadership. However right now, standing in your way of united empire is some upstart merchant persisting on being a thorn in your backside.
A knock rapped against my door a large gray colored griffon entered, he had scars littering his body everywhere but his back and prominent one across his neck, it was Ghiraheim your Military Advisor, "My King, your councils have all gathered in the throne room, we await your arrival."
"I will be out momentarily" You replied.
You placed down your glass of wine and snapped your talons and the servants begin to fit you in your armor and hand you your blade. You have long day ahead of you.
You entered the throne room and sat upon your throne, your advisors stood at the ready bowing their heads.
"Report" You commanded your advisors assembled before you.
"Mercenary recruitment is going well tens of mercenaries have already arrived, I expect we'll have hundreds at our disposal by years end." Ghiraheim reported stoically, but you knew him enough to know when he was holding something back.
"Were there any complications?" You asked.
"No, it is nothing but the stubbornness of mercenaries. One would think they would leap at the opportunity for employment now that the era of discord has ended, yet they remain steadfast in their steep prices."
"Not unexpected from low lives such as them, the treasury will supply coin as needed so long as they spill the blood of our enemies." You huffed.
Then a sleek Griffon strutted up, he was handsome, beautiful even as he could easily be mistaken for a female from afar and maybe even up close. This was Wilhelm Silvermane of house Silvermane, your Diplomatic advisor.
"Your highness," he bowed.
I take the scowl on your face means those merchants refused to cooperate"
"Indeed my king, the responses from the Feathersian League have been less than favorable. All of them have refused your demand to embargo Griffonia and are steadfast in their neutrality. It seems they have taken the letters as an insult. We are fortunate that their neutrality means they will not directly oppose us in the upcoming conflict."
"Unfortunate, I should have expected the merchant king to be in good terms with merchant cities" You grit your beak, an oversight you will not make in the future. "Will they still be willing to sell arms and armor to us?"
Wilhelm raised a brow and smirked, "I don't see why not, they are merchants after all, profiting off war is what they do" he chuffed. "In fact, I believe a few merchants have already trickled in."
Next was plain look griffon, his only notable feature was his handlebar mustache, this was your Steward Wulfred.
"We will not have to worry about feeding the army, your highness, the farmers may grumble about the 80% tax on their harvest but will do their duty."
You nod in acknowledgement. Fairly standard.
After Wulfred gave his report, a thin red griffon stepped up bowed and then adjusted her half-rimmed glasses. This was Headmistress Karlia your Research Advisor.
"The development siege engines are going well, some have already begun their testing phase. As long as the crown continue it funding you will your siege engines ready by the end of next year."
"You will have your funding; those siege engines may be the key to our victory." You said.
Your last advisor approaches you, she was dressed in dark navy robe with a hood obscuring all noticeable details showing nothing but her beak from under the hood. This was Nightingale, your Spy Mistress.
"My spies have reported that Golden-Feather is preparing for war, he has begun restoring the Knights Lion's order and procured himself a dragon egg."
Your brow raised at this news. You stroke your chin feathers in contemplation. Dragons are a force to be reckoned with, however it is common knowledge that they're maturity rates are notoriously slow, unless they are fed and exorbitant amount of treasure but in doing so it would lead to an uncontrollable rampage by the dragon.
"So, the merchant king thinks he can raise dragon against me? A foolish endeavor from foolish king. Even if he desires to accelerate the dragons growth all he would accomplish would be emptying his coffers and his own dragon laying waste to his own Kingdom in want of more." You scoff at the idea. "As for his knights they will drown in a sea of our forces."
Wulfred then spoke up, "Your Majesty, the people have been gathered in front of the castle, awaiting your speech."
You nod and followed him out front to the elevated steps of your castle. Standing before you are the people of Aquileia.
"People of Aquileia, I am your King! A scant few years ago we were a broken people under the terror of Discord! When his reign of terror ended, I rebuilt our nation! I have brought us Wealth! I have brought us Prosperity! And I have brought us Might!" You exclaimed to the crowd.
"But, it is not enough! Look at the ruins around you! Look at how mighty we were! When Discord invaded us, we fought back! But the other nobility turned tailed and fled, fracturing our armies! If it was cowardice then it is one thing, but they turned against emperor! Turning what was once a Mighty Empire a few Mewling Fiefdoms! We could have repelled the like of Discord if it were not for them! The great beacon of the northern mountains TARNISHED by their TREASON!" You spat.
"It is the likes of the Feathersian League, Wingbardy, and Griffonia, that lead to our downfall! They get their due, I promise you this! I am King Cyril Brochard! And I will unite the Griffons! And reclaim the Empire's glory!" You reach your talons up to the sky as if to grasp the very sun itself.
Your people chant your name as you deliver your passionate speech. No merchants, dukes, or kings will stop you. You will make the Empire great once more.
I tried to make this Omake as canon compliant as possible the only really issue I have with this is the Siege Engines with Brochards Learning Adviser.
@Questor are siege engines something Brochard would have his learning adviser research? If not I could change it to something else. How about the rest of the Omake? Is it canon compliant?
Edit: minor edits and spelling mistakes
Edit2: fixed contitnuity mistake, ponies changed to treason.
Edit3: changed Wilhelm demeanor when delivering bad news, cleared up dragon egg issue.
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King Cyril Brochard
You are Cyril Brochard, King of Aquileia. A serving maid pours you a glass of red wine, one of the few luxuries you allow yourself to have. From your balcony you watch clouds drift by as the blue skies serve as serene backdrop. You take a sip of your wine, your mind drifting back to dark times. It was not long ago when the skies were with blotted by pink clouds and the land was left in the shadows of floating mountains and flying fishes.King Cyril Brochard
Before the plague of Discord, the Empire of Gryphus stood tall and mighty, the beacon of the northern mountains. Your eyes dipped below watching your people drudge about around broken ruins of what were once great monuments, oh how the mighty were brought so low.
This would not stand, one day the Empire will rise again, and it will do so under your leadership. However right now, standing in your way of united empire is some upstart merchant persisting on being a thorn in your backside.
A knock rapped against my door a large gray colored griffon entered, he had scars littering his body everywhere but his back and prominent one across his neck, it was Ghiraheim your Military Advisor, "My King, your councils have all gathered in the throne room, we await your arrival."
"I will be out momentarily" You replied.
You placed down your glass of wine and snapped your talons and the servants begin to fit you in your armor and hand you your blade. You have long day ahead of you.
You entered the throne room and sat upon your throne, your advisors stood at the ready bowing their heads.
"Report" You commanded your advisors assembled before you.
"Mercenary recruitment is going well tens of mercenaries have already arrived, I expect we'll have hundreds at our disposal by years end." Ghiraheim reported stoically, but you knew him enough to know when he was holding something back.
"Were there any complications?" You asked.
"No, it is nothing but the stubbornness of mercenaries. One would think they would leap at the opportunity for employment now that the era of discord has ended, yet they remain steadfast in their steep prices."
"Not unexpected from low lives such as them, the treasury will supply coin as needed so long as they spill the blood of our enemies." You huffed.
Then a sleek Griffon strutted up, he was handsome, beautiful even as he could easily be mistaken for a female from afar and maybe even up close. This was Wilhelm Silvermane of house Silvermane, your Diplomatic advisor.
"Your highness," he bowed.
I take the scowl on your face means those merchants refused to cooperate"
"Indeed my king, the responses from the Feathersian League have been less than favorable. All of them have refused your demand to embargo Griffonia and are steadfast in their neutrality. It seems they have taken the letters as an insult. We are fortunate that their neutrality means they will not directly oppose us in the upcoming conflict."
"Unfortunate, I should have expected the merchant king to be in good terms with merchant cities" You grit your beak, an oversight you will not make in the future. "Will they still be willing to sell arms and armor to us?"
Wilhelm raised a brow and smirked, "I don't see why not, they are merchants after all, profiting off war is what they do" he chuffed. "In fact, I believe a few merchants have already trickled in."
Next was plain look griffon, his only notable feature was his handlebar mustache, this was your Steward Wulfred.
"We will not have to worry about feeding the army, your highness, the farmers may grumble about the 80% tax on their harvest but will do their duty."
You nod in acknowledgement. Fairly standard.
After Wulfred gave his report, a thin red griffon stepped up bowed and then adjusted her half-rimmed glasses. This was Headmistress Karlia your Research Advisor.
"The development siege engines are going well, some have already begun their testing phase. As long as the crown continue it funding you will your siege engines ready by the end of next year."
"You will have your funding; those siege engines may be the key to our victory." You said.
Your last advisor approaches you, she was dressed in dark navy robe with a hood obscuring all noticeable details showing nothing but her beak from under the hood. This was Nightingale, your Spy Mistress.
"My spies have reported that Golden-Feather is preparing for war, he has begun restoring the Knights Lion's order and procured himself a dragon egg."
Your brow raised at this news. You stroke your chin feathers in contemplation. Dragons are a force to be reckoned with, however it is common knowledge that they're maturity rates are notoriously slow, unless they are fed and exorbitant amount of treasure but in doing so it would lead to an uncontrollable rampage by the dragon.
"So, the merchant king thinks he can raise dragon against me? A foolish endeavor from foolish king. Even if he desires to accelerate the dragons growth all he would accomplish would be emptying his coffers and his own dragon laying waste to his own Kingdom in want of more." You scoff at the idea. "As for his knights they will drown in a sea of our forces."
Wulfred then spoke up, "Your Majesty, the people have been gathered in front of the castle, awaiting your speech."
You nod and followed him out front to the elevated steps of your castle. Standing before you are the people of Aquileia.
"People of Aquileia, I am your King! A scant few years ago we were a broken people under the terror of Discord! When his reign of terror ended, I rebuilt our nation! I have brought us Wealth! I have brought us Prosperity! And I have brought us Might!" You exclaimed to the crowd.
"But, it is not enough! Look at the ruins around you! Look at how mighty we were! When Discord invaded us, we fought back! But the other nobility turned tailed and fled, fracturing our armies! If it was cowardice then it is one thing, but they turned against emperor! Turning what was once a Mighty Empire a few Mewling Fiefdoms! We could have repelled the like of Discord if it were not for them! The great beacon of the northern mountains TARNISHED by their TREASON!" You spat.
"It is the likes of the Feathersian League, Wingbardy, and Griffonia, that lead to our downfall! They get their due, I promise you this! I am King Cyril Brochard! And I will unite the Griffons! And reclaim the Empire's glory!" You reach your talons up to the sky as if to grasp the very sun itself.
Your people chant your name as you deliver your passionate speech. No merchants, dukes, or kings will stop you. You will make the Empire great once more.
(V)(;,,;(V)
I tried to make this Omake as canon compliant as possible the only really issue I have with this is the Siege Engines with Brochards Learning Adviser.
@Questor are siege engines something Brochard would have his learning adviser research? If not I could change it to something else. How about the rest of the Omake? Is it canon compliant?
Edit: minor edits and spelling mistakes
Edit2: fixed contitnuity mistake, ponies changed to treason.
Edit3: changed Wilhelm demeanor when delivering bad news, cleared up dragon egg issue.
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I see Diamond Dogs as a mixture of Orcs and Dwarves. A brutal, tribalistic culture, but with a fondness for creating things, hording shiny objects and of course digging.
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Siege engines would absolutely be on his "things to research" list. It wouldn't be fair if you were the only ones with access to (comparatively) long-range means of attack.
More field artillery than siege weapons I suspect.
Hitting tough targets (armoured knights, trolls, etc) at long range is incredibly useful. However against buildings we run into the issue of already having a more effective delivery method. No catapult or even cannon is going to be better against a stationary target than simply having a team of griffins haul a boulder up a thousand meters or so and dropping it.
If he had gun powder I would worry Hwachas (a type of rocket artillery that throws 200 flaming arrows in a massive arc) but with luck he isn't any further up the tech tree than we are.
Yeah, can't make omakes right now myself. It just ends up coming out so forced from me that it doesn't click.
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Please assign your omake bonuses before the turn rolls in. Either the diplo or intrigue action if you may?
@Neathbow @Thedudeman400
Please assign your omake bonuses before the turn rolls in. Either the diplo or intrigue action if you may?