Heirs to the Final Empire: Roleplaying Thread

[Comatose]

Generation 3, Turn 1

 

 

Mikhail Elariel

 

OOC:  For clarity, I realize that this generation is set 100 years after Generation 2.  The fact that this Mikhail Elariel is also married to a Bakuda Farrsolin and has a brother in the ministry is another one of those "staggering coincidences" Wyrm spoke of in the game rules .

 

 

Mikhail paused from his work to massage his temples, screwing his eyes shut to give them a break as well.  How long have I been at this?  Outside his window, the sky was completely dark, and the city below the keep was obscured by constantly shifting mists.  When he opened his eyes, Mikhail turned back to his desk, only to realize that only one of his lamps remained lit, and even it was dangerously close to going out.  

 

"Zareen, could you see to my lamps please?  I need to finish these accounts before morning."  His voice came out hoarse and weak.  When was the last time I had something to drink?  Once you are done, I would appreciate some wine."  Mikhail turned back to the books and papers spread out across the imposing desk of Lord Elariel.  Having only recently ascended to the post after the death of his father, Mikhail was still adjusting to his new role as head of house.  Focusing intently on his work, the only reason he noticed Zareen was complying with his instructions was the slight improvement to the room's lighting.  

 

Perhaps if I move some of the skaa from the Tremredare Manor...  Mikhail reached for a ledger that was balanced precariously on the edge of the desk, only to send it and the pile of books it was resting upon crashing to the ground.  

 

"You seem tired, my lord.  Might I suggest you retire for the evening?"  Mikhail froze.  Zareen's voice had a higher pitch and melodious tone for a male, but the voice of the person in the room with him was no eunuch.  Slowly, he lifted his gaze, trying not to curse as he met the eyes of his wife, the Lady Bakuda Elariel. 

 

"I'm sorry if I have caused you to lose sleep, Lady Bakuda.  I did not realize you would be waiting up for me."  The voice that had been layered with fatigue moments before took on a stiff and formal tone as Mikhail addressed his wife.  

 

Bakuda snorted as she took a seat.  "It is customary for a wife to worry after her husband's health.  I thought it only prudent to wait up for you, rather than risk leaving my obligations as your spouse unmet."  Bakuda's narrow Farrsolin eyes gave her a permanent look of disapproval, a trait that was only magnified by her elegantly styled blonde hair and regal posture.  Even in her dressing gown,  she looked like a queen addressing the lowliest of servants.  She knows she deserves better than me.  Though their Houses were of similar strength and pedigree, both with ties to two of the original Mistborn, Mikhail knew that aside from his family name and station as head of house, he made an abysmal husband.  In his more self-aware moments, Mikhail suspected that his new-found tendency to work himself into exhaustion was less a symptom of Elariel's expanding list of business ventures, and more an attempt to avoid disappointing the woman he didn't deserve.  Feeling like a failure as a Lord was something he could handle.  Every day he could feel himself improving his skills as he settled more into his new role.  His failure to be an adequate husband was another matter entirely.  

 

"You flatter me with your concern."  Mikhail spoke slowly with deliberation, not wanting to start an argument.  "But you needn't worry about fulfilling your spousal obligations.  Since the day we were married you have been a model of support and devotion."  Mikhail felt his eyes begin to slide back toward the papers on the desk.  He still had hours of work to do before he would be ready to retire for the night, and the future of House Elariel could very well depend on the successful completion of his current venture.  As usual, the future of his entire family seemed to be a more desirable burden than the expectations of his wife.  

 

"The day I come to you for marriage advice, husband, will be the day the sun turns gold and the mists come out in the day."  I deserve that.  "You might think I am performing well as your spouse, but what of the rest of Luthadel?  You aren't entirely oblivious, so don't try to convince me you haven't realized that there is one particular spousal obligation we have been neglecting."  Bakuda's hands rested over her flat stomach.   "Our children may have the opportunity to be among the most powerful people in their generation, but all the opportunities in the world mean nothing if there is no one there to take advantage of them.  Four of my peers are already increasing and preparing for their confinement, Mikhail. I am ready to do my duty and provide future Lords and Ladies to rule House Elariel, but I cannot perform my obligations alone."

 

Mikhail sighed wearily, knowing in his heart that Bakuda was right, and he could not avoid his obligations to her any longer.  Indeed, providing heirs to carry on the Elariel legacy was just as important as his current work, if not more so.  Bakuda was correct to note that no matter how many riches or honours he acquired for House Elariel, they would all be meaningless without an heir.  With his brother in the ministry, and his aunt married into another house, Mikhail was one of the last members of the primary branch on the Elariel Family tree, and one of a handful Elariels who could still trace their lineage both to Elariel's founder, Lutha Elariel, and to Lord Locke Tekiel and Lord Mennet Farrsolin, two of the nine original mistborn.  The fact that Bakuda also had a strong allomantic heritage (she too was descended from the original Mennet Farrsolin), meant that their children would almost certainly be powerful allomancers, which were only becoming more and more valuable as generations passed and the old bloodlines were diluted.  

 

"You are right to reprimand me.  I must apologize for neglecting you, and my duties to our House.  I will join you in our apartments shortly, as soon as I am done putting things in order her."  

 

"That will not be necessary.  Zareen is already waiting outside, and is ready to set your things in order.  You may escort me back to our apartments yourself."  Bakuda stood from her chair, exuding complete grace and dignity with every minute movement.  

 

Knowing he could not win this argument, Mikhail spared one last look for the mess of accounts and inventories on his desk before following his wife out the door, prepared to do his duty.  

 

*****

One Week Later

 

"Darling, must you work in bed?  I'm feeling frightfully neglected, and if you don't kiss me soon I may be forced to pout."  

 

"Give me a minute.  I think I may finally be getting this new venture to work."  Mikhail pulled a ledger from the table next to the bed, and was elated to see that the numbers matched what he had scribbled on his scratch pad.  He would have to cut some corners to make his new scheme work, and postpone some projects for the time being, but those would both be small prices to pay if he could meet his current obligations.  

 

Now I just need to come up with a reasonable time frame... Mikhail's thoughts were interrupted when his notes and pen were knocked forcefully from his hand to the floor.  The commotion also disrupted the pile of books on the end table, making a mess of them as well.  

 

"What do you think you are doing?  I was almost finished, and now this will take hours to sort out again!"  Mikhail tried his best to sound dignified, though the effect was spoiled somewhat by the man who was using some sort of wrestler's hold to immobilize all four of his limbs.  

 

Valerre flashed a dazzling smile.  Mikhail tried his best to wriggle free of his lover's embrace, but Valerre's grip held him in position.  The minor nobleman was a noted duelist and athlete, and his muscular physique provided a distinct advantage over Mikhail's lean frame.  

 

"I'm serious!  You know this work is important.  Get off me this instant!"  

 

"Now, now, Lord Elariel, there will be plenty of time for work later.  Right now, your precious Valerre requires a kiss from the lips of one brilliant Lord of a Great House."  

 

Despite himself, Mikhail couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous expression on his companions face.  "You look like a kandra whose had too much to drink."  

 

Valerre sat back suddenly, bringing his hands to his cheeks in an expression of mock surprise.  "How can it be?  You've uncovered my secret!  Now I must return to my master to report my failure and seek out a new contract.  I knew I shouldn't have had that wine, but I didn't expect to be so unnerved by Lord Elariel's beautiful eyes."  

 

Mikhail found himself laughing several more times before he finally got around to putting his papers back in order.  At first it felt strange to feel such uncontrollable mirth welling up inside of him when outside of his hotel room the weight of his House's future was waiting to press down on his shoulder.  Eventually, after Valerre had exacted his 'fine' several times over, Mikhail gathered his things and prepared to leave.  After pulling on his jacket and straightening his cravat, he paused before leaving the room, realizing he had arranged this meeting with Valerre with a specific objective in mind--objective had yet to be fulfilled.  

 

"This has to end, love," he said, trying his best to keep any hint of warmth from his voice.  "Things aren't the way they were before.  Bakuda already suspects I think, and it's only a matter of time before she figures out."

 

Valerre snorted indignantly, and Mikhail couldn't help but remember Bakuda's similar response to him merely a week before.  They have more similarities than they, or I, would ever like to admit.  So why can I love him but not her?  "The barracuda?  Please Mikhail, don't jest.  Even if that ice queen did suspect something, she's far too concerned about appearances to take any action against you."  

 

"We are trying to start a family, Valerre.  If things go according to plan, I'm going to be father.  I have to think of what's best for my family.  My duty to them outweighs any duty I owe to myself."  

 

Valerre frowned as he sat back down on the bed, leaving one of his feet bare and his shirt unbuttoned.  "You're serious."

 

"I'm afraid I am."  

 

Slowly, Valerre began to shake his head.  "No."

 

"No?"

 

"No.  I won't allow you to do this.  To throw your happiness away for the sake of some inflated sense of duty.  You deserve to be happy, Mikhail.  Your responsibilities to your house and family are important to you.  I understand that.  But all the duty in the world doesn't take away your right to love and laughter."

 

"Valerre..."

 

"This conversation is over."  Valerre pulled on his remaining shoes and struggled into his jacket without buttoning up his shirt.  "I will see you next week in our usual place, and in between now and then I will continue to wink at you at every ball whenever the barracuda isn't looking."  Valerre paused to give Mikhail a quick peck on the cheek before hurrying out the door.

 

I'm in trouble.  

 

 

Public Action:

Action 3: Trying for an Heir [PUBLIC]:

Why:  Lord Mikhail Elariel and his wife, Lady Bakuda Elariel

What: Trying to produce and heir (Male - Valerre, Female - Valerie).  

Where: Keep Elariel

When: Gen 3, Turn 1, Action 3

Why: To provide for the future of the house.  

 

Not totally happy with this RP, but it'll have to do.  Let's just say I'm rusty after a full generation of missing out.  That said, I'm getting into Mikhail's character, so hopefully that mean's we'll see more from him.  

 

EDIT:  I also had a question about wealth.  Does the amount of wealth produced by our properties also go up with building costs because of inflation, or does it remain the same?  

[Wyrmhero]

A sheep.... dairy, Araris? Delicious sheep cheese...

 

EDIT:  I also had a question about wealth.  Does the amount of wealth produced by our properties also go up with building costs because of inflation, or does it remain the same?  

 

Not usually, no. What is more likely to happen is a decrease in Upkeep costs.

[Curious Anamaximder]

Rowan Orielle, Lord of...well nobody, looked across his keep. House Tekiel's attack had been foolish, resulting in many deaths. He turned to his scribe, Varot and said " Draft a missive in my name. Tell the houses that I will rent out my soldiers and Allomancers.... for purposes, for 1 Wealth per turn." Varot nodded. " Right on it, My Lord."

 

First Action: I am renting out my soldiers and Allomancers for 1 Wealth per turn. No questions asked. Just send me a PM.

[Adamir]

Public Action I

 

Trying for an Heir (Male name Regnus, female name Lyna)

 

Public Action II

 

Upgrading a Mine

 

Who: Lord Anders

What: Upgrading the mine owned by his House

When: Action 2

Where: Countryside around Seran

Why: Profit

[Araris Valerian]

Well, I was under the impression that "dairy" had the connotation of having cows. But yeah, that's what I was aiming for!

[Curious Anamaximder]

Action 2:

 

Trying for a heir: Male- Lysander, Female- Vin

 

Hope the coin says female.

 

Action 3:

 

Rowan leaned against the railing, watching soldiers train in the courtyard. House Tekiel and its enemies have made this city one of war. "Varot!" Rowan barked. Varot shot up the stairs. "Yes, My Lord. What do you require?" Varot asked in a slightly sarcastic tone. Rowan scowled at that. " Start recruiting more soldiers. For the safety of House Orielle, I require trained men with weapons."

 

"Right on it, Lord Orielle." Varot turned to walk away. " Varot," Rowan said softly. " Why didn't you tell me you were a Coinshot?"  Varot turned, reaching into his robe for a vial. Rowan shot a coin right through his head.

 

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I am recruiting new soldiers for the protection of my House. I also need a new scribe.

Edited August 7, 2015 by Venture Mistborn

[Adamir]

Bit of clarity with regards to what your Houses want: I am pretty much dividing Goods into Resources, Weapons, Luxuries and Food. Tier 1 Goods are all resources. Your Houses want Tier 2 Goods which can be placed in 'Food', such as Meat, Bread, or anything else along the same lines. Luxuries include things such as Clothes, Wine and so on.

 

Also, note that the penalty if you do not as severe as you might think. This is intended to be a House Rep sink for people reaching maximum House Rep (or who are willing to take the penalty). There is no penalty to your Actions or any other stats if they do not get what they want. So if you don't get this to work, don't worry about it. You may not even notice a change.

Can I give a suggestion? The penalty could apply to skaa for Food, the ministry for Weapons and your own family for Luxuries.

[Wyrmhero]

Can I give a suggestion? The penalty could apply to skaa for Food, the ministry for Weapons and your own family for Luxuries.

 

Hmm, very good idea. Makes sense that you would feed your House rather than your skaa if short. Though not having Weapons does not apply a penalty, just to be clear.

 

At the end of the Generation, if you do not have a Tier 2 Food to be consumed, your Skaa Rep will drop a bit. Likewise, if you have no Tier 2 Luxury, your House Rep will drop a bit.

Edited August 7, 2015 by Wyrmhero

[Unodus]

Lady Uethorn looked over her fathers desk, and tried to unscramble the mess of letters that were littered around the room. Her father, Retleh, had never been a tidy person- not that that mattered much to a house lord, when servants would travel in his wake to ensure everything was proper. Perhaps that was why in his private study, where only he were allowed to enter in case their were agents of other houses dotted among the staff, that Retlehs true nature was evident. Now that Lucy was head of the house though, the study along with the mess was hers- and all the issues that came with it. She was not intimidated by the challenge that lay ahead of her, though- she reveled in it. For all of her life, Retleh knew he wouldn't have the chance to have another heir- so she was trained to face the duties of her house years before she took the reigns. Now, practice was over. Now, she could finally make a difference. She did so hate cleaning, though. She set down to work anyway. 

 

Action 3

Who? Lucy, as House Lady

What? Upgrading Tailor

When? Third action

Why? Profit

[Araris Valerian]

Still on vacation and it hasn't rained during the day yet, so all my time has been on the beach instead of writing RP. So mostly just actions for now.

Valeri didn't understand the other houses, particularly those that were attacking each other. Why bring one of the multitude of competing families down if you could raise your own house up above all the others with that same effort? Now, you could steal from another house,many accomplish both, but by now everyone was too paranoid for an allomantic assault to be very effective. She felt like everyone was just playing a game, but if they were, it was a game nobody fully understood the rules of. Her father had a bit of insight into where the Final Empire had been headed, and now House Penrod was on friendly terms with the Steel Ministry, and the Imperial Archive, built during the first years of the Final Empire, was finally being used as a repository for information rather than cobwebs.

She called for the House Scribe, Varun. He had survived the same disease that had killed Arandar, and was still as invaluable as ever to the house, if a bit slower.

"Yes Mi'lady?"

"Varun, send an order to have our paper mill renovated. That old thing has been operating at peak efficiency for a century now and could use a bit of polishing"

"Of course." Varun nodded his head in approval. "Is there anything else?"

"I don't think... Actually there is something. I'll talk it over with you later, as I suspect that you are the best person for this particular task."

Action 2:

Who: Varun

What: Upgrading the paper mill

Why: To boost income

When: Second Action

Where: It's by the lumber farm I think

Edited August 7, 2015 by Araris Valerian

[Mailliw73]

Actions for next Turn:

 

Action 1:

Who: Lord Votir

What: Selling a shipment of IronBows to Lord Farrsolin for Wealth.

When: Action 1
Why: To foster a relationship and gain wealth.

 

Action 3:

Who: Lord Votir

What: Petitioning the Canton of Hegemony for the privilege of serving as the Lord Ruler's Steward of Fadrex City.

When: Action 3
Why: To serve our Lord Ruler

[Wyrmhero]

There are 22 hours left in the Turn.

[little wilson]

Okay, so after almost a week of crappy wireless and very little data left, I'm finally able to post. Unfortunately, my nephew's birthday party is in about an hour so I don't really have time to write up some RP. I did warn that this was probably going to happen though, so I don't really feel bad. I'll get some next turn, for sure.

 

Action 3

Who: Lady Gwynne Wilson, as house Lady

What: hiring workers for the Wilson plantation and tailor

Where: In Urteau (for the plantation) and Luthadel (for the tailor)

Why: For increased production of uniforms and profit

[RavenRadient7]

Dust swirled throughout the study as Ryna swept in, her husband Tiver right behind her. So far, only the desk had been brought up from her old Keep, and the emptiness made the room appear bigger than it was.

 

Tiver sighed, leaning against the desk as Ryna settled into the chair. "I told you the Keep wouldn't be ready for another few months, Ry. You didn't have to come up so soon."

 

Ryna shifted the papers on the desk, scowling. "I thought you married me to bring this House up out of ruin."

 

Tiver glanced down at the floor. "Well, yes..."

 

"We can't avoid Luthadel forever. We need to make our impression now, before your House is swallowed by another."

 

Tiver fell silent, and Ryna frowned. Neither of them had agreed to their marriage: Ravir had needed her father's money to buy itself out of debt, and her father had seized the opportunity to place his daughter into a possible position of power."

 

She softened her tone. "The world is changing, Tiver. The Lord Ruler has placed his Catons above us, though he refuses to phrase it this way. We need to adapt with the world."

 

The silence stretched out too long. She sighed, and looked away. "The fighting here worries me."

 

Tiver scowled. "The Lord Ruler has decreed no more wars between the Houses!"

 

"No more civil wars, Tiver," Ryna said, searching through the papers on her desk. "But they would be more than willing to eat a weak House alive, and the Lord Ruler wouldn't do a thing to stop them."

 

"No, we need to show that we're not going to allow them to walk over us."

 

Action 1

Who: Lady Ryna Ravir

What: building a training ground

Where: Luthadel

Why: To train guards and soldiers for the defense of Keep Ravir

[DanTheSeamonster]

Lady Octavia was perplexed. "I don't understand."

"You have already informed us of this." Said Lady Octavia's sister, Artemis.

Reginald, Octavia's husband said "To be fair, you haven't done a whole lot to make Him favor you. Nor to disfavor you either."

"Well, no," she replied. "but that is kind of the point. Some attention would be good! The  exception is when it is bad attention."

"I also wish to prevent ourselves from provoking The Lord Ruler's ire." Reginald stated.  

"Donations." Octavia and Reginald turned to look at Artemis. "Donations," the younger sister continued. "to the Steel Inquisition. Or the Ministry of Canton or the Department of Wealth or whatever. The point is money opens doors. And enough money opens them very widely."

Octavia smiled.

 

Who: Lady Octavia Protegat, in her capacity as House Matriarch.

What: Donating wealth to the Steel Inquisition.

Where: Kredik Shaw.

When: G3T1A1

Why: She hopes to improve relations between her House and the Steel Inquisition/The Lord Ruler.

[Mailliw73]

Uh, the Inquisition doesn't actually exist yet...

[Aonar]

Lord Cifan Izenry sat at his desk, looking over the family accounts with a critical eye. By the Lord Ruler. Mother really did make a mess of things. Their current poverty wasn't all her fault, of course, but with the organization of the Cantons, it was clear that much of what she had set in motion would never come to fruition, and that was going to make things tight, for a while.

 

He stood and began to pace around his spartan study, thinking. There weren't really a lot of options. He could sell off some of the House's many properties, but that wouldn't actually make them any more money in the long run. There was always the possibility of renting out the Izenry forces, but that held far too little revenue for the time and paperwork required. Petitioning the new-formed Cantons seemed the only possible course, but with the import placed on them by the Lord Ruler, his small contribution was liable to be lost among the bribes and donations of the other, more financially secure Houses.

 

Of course, Mother did spend quite a lot of time with the people of Urteau... If they would be amenable to the Stewardship of any one House, I would imagine Izenry would be one of the first to come to mind...

 

A hesitant knock interrupted his musings. The door opened slightly, and Helen poked her head around the edge. "Cifan? What are you still doing up? You said you were going to sleep hours ago."

 

"I've been trying to think."

 

"Sleep deprivation is great for that, I hear."

 

Cifan sighed. "There's unfortunately little time for sleep. If something doesn't change, House Izenry will go destitute. So I'm trying to think of something."

 

"I see. And pacing incessantly helps? I could hear you from the parlor." Her husband didn't bother gracing that with a reply, instead returning to his pacing. "Oh, don't be so glum, Cifan. I'm sure if you stay awake long enough, you'll come up with something. Whether it's a good something, well..."

 

Lord Izenry stopped. "And what have you been doing, Helen? At least I've been trying."

 

"I'll have you know, I just spent the lest two hours meeting with representatives from that damned Canton of Resource, trying to keep them from stealing our canals out from under us. I was doing that so you wouldn't have to, and could catch up on you sleep."

 

Cifan sighed, seeming to deflate slightly. "I know. There's just so much that needs to be done, and nowhere near enough time to do it. I knew running the House was going to be difficult, but... I just don't think I'll ever quite be able to manage it."

 

Helen stepped forwards and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Things are going to work out. We just need to give them time. Now, we both need to get some sleep."

 

"And you," she said, taking him by the hand and pulling him gently towards the door, "need to learn to lighten up a little. Well, more like a lot."

 

---

 

Public Action:

 

Who: Lord Cifan Izenry

What: Petitioning the Canton of Hegemony for the Stewardship of Urteau, based on his family's contributions to the city's place in the Final Empire, and it's infrastructure.

When: The third action of this turn.

Where: Wherever the Canton is based, so presumably in Luthadel.

Why: To gain greater respect and influence within the Final Empire, as well as alleviate some of the financial stress House Izenry is soon to undergo, with the loss of their Canals.

[Orlok Tsubodai]

I'm going to have to be horrendously boring this turn, but:

What: Trying for an heir

Where: Keep Tekiel

When: G3T1A3

Who: Lord Tekiel

Why: To ensure the longevity of House Tekiel

[Quiver]

Who: Lord Tyren Queade

What: Building a Mint

Where: Luthadel

When: Action 2

Why: Well, I already have a bank, might as well complete the set! More seriously though...  we have the Canton of Finances to regulate wealth, prices, inflation etc, but all the money that get's used has to come from somewhere, so I figure having the building that prints the money might be a sound investment. It might earn me some points from the Ministry -supposing they don't interpret it as stepping on their toes-, it would give me a pretty important role in Luthadel... and I might be able to make a bit of money printing coins on behalf of the Ministry and/or skimming some off the top.

[Blank Fate]

"I had no idea that Luthadel's so-called 'high society' took themselves so seriously," Calisca's musings had an edge to them, as she sat on the windowsill of Lord Doran's study, swirling a glass of Urbain Reserve in her hand as the ash swirled outside. "Are you naturally so humourless, or do you practise?"

Doran said nothing, biting down on his response. His wife had come from a minor family who had fallen from a prominent position in Urteau following its annexation, and had clearly never stopped pining for the decadence and luxury of their former position. Calisca's world had been one full of lavish parties and opulent feasts - indeed, that was all she had talked about prior to their marriage. Clearly notions of 'responsibility' and 'leadership' had not been on her mind, but with luck that would change with time.

 

How could I make her see, though? Among the writings of his forebears, the previous Lords Artorius, there had been a saying that looked as though it had originated with Cyrus himself.

 

"We hunger lest we be consumed."

 

Doran had grown to appreciate the value of the saying - besides, it rolled off the tongue nicely. There was a value to hunger, to being merely sated rather than filled: it gave you the desire for more... knowledge, power, riches. After all, once you had all that you desired, how would you grow and better yourself? Cyrus had understood that - he had seen the power of Allomancy and had craved it for his successors. His hunger had made House Artorius one of the most Allomantically powerful Houses in the Empire, and Valden's machinations had only further cemented that position.
And yet, Doran knew that Allomancy was beginning to dilute, all across the Empire - these 'Mistings' had appeared steadily, to the consternation of many. Certainly, his sister Nirana had protested when she had learned that her husband-to-be was a mere Soother. And here was Calisca without any Allomancy at all... but there was no desire for it in her eyes, no wish for the personal power that the Lord Ruler's chosen possessed.

Perhaps that could be changed too, in time.

 

 

And now, a public action:

 

Who: A detachment of scouts, surveyors and soldiers from House Artorius, with Allomancer support

What: Staging an expedition to the Northern Dominance

Where: The Northern Dominance

When: Generation 3, Turn 1, Action 1

Why: To expand the known borders of the Final Empire, and follow up on earlier fieldwork in this location

Edited August 8, 2015 by Blank Fate

[Renegade]

I'm working on some RP, but I might as well put in my actions first just to be safe:

 

Action 1:

Naryan Gardre is selling off the House Farm, to make way for future business endeavors.

 

Action 3:
Naryan Gardre is accepting a small shipment of lumber from an NPC House, to be used to create wooden containers for House Gardre to use and sell.

[Gamma Fiend]

Glam Urbain waltzed adroitly throughout the Keep dance floor, lithe and beautiful, her grace enhanced by the steady burning of pewter, as she flared bronze very quickly and subtly on the band performing, rioting their confidence and boldness, prompting to just so slightly pick up the pace of the music and start exploring more ambitious improvisations and intoxicating instrument solos. She burned tin and took it all in. The sights, the sound, the vibrations as the floor shook with the stomping and shuffling of feet and the walls rattled as the band reached a majestic crescendo.

 

She stole the center of attention, of course, in her swirling in her bedazzled mistcloak, mesmerizing and captivating all of the guests as the spiral pattern of pure-white diamonds and cold, black obsidian gems embroidered down the lengths of her tassels fanned out as she spun. The blazing limelights shone down through the stained glass windows, painting the patterned dancefloor in a rainbow mosaic. She burned steel and iron, pushing and pulling off of the winding metal embroidery wrapped around the marble support beams, using the increasing momentum to spin faster and faster, becoming nothing but a glistening blur, rising slowly up to one thin pointed toe, and then gently lifting off of the ground, like a spinning top taking flight.

 

She was glamorous.

 

After the party ended and she booted the guests and free-loaders out, she sat there swirling a drink of her House's famous wine, trying to talk with her tragic brother. Gerund towered next to her, a head or so taller than her, wide and burly, his unruly mop of black hair spilling down past his confused and furrowed brow, sat draped in the house's colors, looking more like a motley fool with his patched and mismatched suit.

"Wasing of the dancing?" He asked.

 

"Having of the fun," Glam replied sadly, speaking in her younger brothers 'secret' and simple language he had managed to express. It had taken her years to figure out what in The Lord Ruler's name he had been trying to say half of the time, but once she had gotten the general idea down she was able to understand enough to make small-talk. Sometimes. "Showing of the money."

 

It wasn't his fault, not really. As a child, Gerund had always been a larger boy, and their father had always chided him for being half a pewterarm, and half as smart when growing up. But then came time for the Snapping Ceremony. Glam Urbain had already had extensive talks about how barbaric and uncouth the whole process was -- even if it was effective. Either way, Gerund had Snapped alright. It wasn't a surprise he was a pewterarm, after all, but what was surprising was how long it had taken the boy to snap. And how long their father kept going, pushing his son's limits. Glam could only watch in silence, of course, as she tried rioting her brother back even then, encouraging him to keep going, to not give in.

Only something else had given, and ever since that day, Gerund could burn pewter and seem as strong as a koloss, he was as smart as one as well, it seemed.

 

Glam had always promised to take care of him. But now she was the Heir. All of her House and her allies were looking at her to lead and be strong. And her enemies were waiting for her to slip-up and show weakness. Weakness she couldn't afford. She finished her glass of wine in one final swig before making her decision.

She had to send him away. He was her brother. But he was also an asset, and one that she couldn't afford. Not now, when her House's enemies and jealous rivals could try and strike at any time.

Public Action Turn 1, Action 1: Glam Urbain is sending her brother Gerund Urbain out to the Eastern Dominance, there he will be out of harm's way, and maybe can do some good of his own, in his own wasing of the way.

[Haelbarde]

Left this a bit late to do RP:

• Who? - Lord Heatherlocke is performing this action, in his capacity as House Lord.

• What? - Building a training yard

• Where? - Lansing City

• When? - This is my 2nd Action for the Turn.

• Why? - To increase numbers and ability of Heatherlocke's military power.

[Wblk]

Been too busy to remember to do any RP.

 

Action 1:

 

Buying copper and iron mines in the Provinces so House Wair actually has metals.

[CraigJohn]

Action 3: Try for Heir (public)

Who: Lady Jessica Sarasvati and Lord Peter Sarasvati 

What: trying for heir

Where: keep sarasvati

when: Generation 3, Turn 1, Action 3

Why: To continue the family name and for potential alliances 

 

Sorry for the last minute I will RP later.