Heirs to the Final Empire: Roleplaying Thread

[Wyrmhero he/him]

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 he/him]

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 he/him]

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 he/him]

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 he/him]

There are 22 hours left in the Turn.

[little wilson she/her]

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 she/her]

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 he/him]

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 he/him]

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

[Aonar he/him]

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 he/him]

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 he/him]

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 he/him]

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 he/him]

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. 

[Wyrmhero he/him]

The Turn has ended! I will not accept any Actions anymore for it.

 

Edit: Would be great if I could actually do anything with this stupid internet. There may be a delay for the start of the next Cycle.

Edited August 8, 2015 by Wyrmhero

[Kasimir he/him]

Aniketos Heron #3: Wood and Words

The clack of the wooden dummy rotating was the first thing Ani’s tin-enhanced ears picked up on as he approached the private training room. He hesitated, and then pushed the door open.

Nax did not turn or acknowledge his presence in any way.

He watched as she proceeded through a series of palm-blocks and cross-arm blocks, slipping in the occasional counter-jab and palm-strike at lightning speed. Clack, clack, went the arms of the wooden dummy as Nax moved through the sequence and then started all over again from the beginning.

Surreptitiously, Ani reached within, to the sparks of power he had begun to recognise as his metal reserves and flicked on bronze. Either Nax had her copper on--which he doubted--or she wasn’t burning pewter.

“What did that dummy do to you, anyway?” he asked, lightly.

Nax didn’t look away; the rhythm of her strikes and blocks did not vary. It was, Ani reflected, a comforting, staccato backdrop to their conversation. He wondered where she’d learned to fight like that from. He wondered if Uncle Wystan would’ve taught him if he’d grown up in Keep Heron.

Almost out of habit, he focused on that thought, burned gold. Nothing. Not a flicker.

“Nothing,” Nax finally said. “But its mother, on the other hand…”

Ani was startled into laughter. “Well, then,” he remarked. “That explains your visiting the sins of the mother upon the child.”

He heard her sigh. “Are you just here to talk to me?” Nax asked, frankly. “Because if you are, Ani, I came here to be left alone to train.”

He walked over to the weapon-rack and considered the selection. Finally, he picked up a wooden staff. “I could do some training,” Ani admitted. “Probably should too. I’m losing my edge. I did come to talk though.”

“I didn’t.”

“I know,” Ani said. “Because half the time you’re in here, working that particular dummy, going through that particular sequence, you look like you want to beat the mists out of something. And I’d really rather not it be me.”

Nax sighed. The clacking rhythm fell silent as she ended the sequence, didn’t begin it again. “You don’t need to hover, you know,” she said. “I’m fine.”

Ani shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said. The staff was light in his hands as he whipped it idly through a basic attack-defense combination. A little ill-balanced, he thought, and made a note of it. He would have to take it up with the quartermaster later on. “I know you only come here when you feel you need to be alone. But if you’re talking to me, then I don’t think that’s what you really need.”

She considered that. “I’ll accept that,” Nax allowed. She picked up a towel. She’d been here long enough to work up a decent sweat, Ani noticed.

“Then?”

“Then what?”

“Talk.”

“Talking doesn’t help everybody.”

“Not that you’d know.”

She grimaced. “You’re not exactly a font of chatter yourself, you know.”

“We’re the most quiet family ever.”

“That we are.”

“Ani?”

“Hmm?”

“Have you heard the Lord Ruler’s latest declarations?”

He set down the staff again on the weapons rack. “Hard not to, when he’s ensured that all of Luthadel’s heard it,” he said, dryly. “So, yes, I have.” He made a face. “The Canton of Finance is making things a little touch-and-go when it comes to our banks. We’ll have to wait for the dust to settle, I suppose.” It was something he didn’t want to think about: yet another task, filling his overflowing in-tray. He desperately wished he had the energy to even think about attempting that stack. It was never going to end, was the thing. That was what being the House Lord meant.

“The Canton of Orthodoxy will be a relief,” Nax said. “If he’s starting to regulate all sorts of contractual agreements, that means penalties for those who don’t follow through. It’s been nothing formal before this; just a smirch on the House’s good name. That doesn’t mean a great deal to some.”

Ani nodded. “Having to work out where the Canton comes in is the tricky part. I suppose we’ll have it all figured out by the time the Tremredare deal is done and signed.”

“What about the skaa?”

He made a questioning sound.

“They’re supposed to be monitoring how we treat our skaa,” Nax clarified.

Ani said, “You know it isn’t new. He forbade us from coupling with skaa from the beginning. Tormander was executed and broken for it. They’re our workers, not our livestock, or our social equals. We pay them wages, feed them, house them, and they work for us. As far as I’m concerned, that’s all there is to it.”

Nax picked up her water-flask. Half of it went down her throat, slowly. The other half, she tipped over her head and sighed in relief. “I see,” she said, at last. “I’ll keep my ear to the ground for any developments.”

He nodded. “You do that, Nax.”

[Wyrmhero he/him]

This bloody internet... This update is brought to you via tethering from my phone!

 

So, yeah. Internet still not fixed on my computer, so currently sending out rollover PMs will be a massive pain (particularly since I need to keep an eye on my phone's internet usage). I'll keep you guys updated, but I have no idea what this problem is or if/when it will be fixed. Currently it's looking like rollover may be either later in the day, or might take place tomorrow - I'll let you know.

 

Update: My internet is now fixed. Rollover will be occurring as usual, though bear in mind that it may take a little longer than usual.

Edited August 9, 2015 by Wyrmhero

[Wyrmhero he/him]

Turn 2

 

Votir Zerrung closed the door behind him as he entered the Canton of Hegemony's waiting room. He was surprised to see Lord Izenry waiting there before him, reading a well-thumbed copy of a somewhat large book, but nodded politely to the man all the same. He sat down on one of the comfortable chairs, before a low-resting table. In a corner, a skaa played a gentle tune on a piano, looking rather tired. He wondered briefly if the man had to play even if there was no-one else in the room. Ah well, it wasn't as though such a thing mattered.

 

"...Have you been waiting long?" He asked Lord Izenry, after a while, when the ambience got a little too awkward. "Are they seeing someone else at the moment?"

 

"Indeed. I believe Lord Tekiel is seeing them right now," Cifan Izenry replied.

 

"I'm surprised that Lord Tekiel has shown his face here at all," Lord Zerrung said, smirking a little. "Has time healed that wound already? I expected House Tekiel to be in The Lord Ruler's bad books for at least another hundred years. I doubt he forgives that quickly."

 

"You forget that while the Steel Ministry work for him, they are not The Lord Ruler himself. They only concern themselves with the running of his Empire, not his personal vendettas."

 

"Bold words for someone reading one of his favourite propaganda books," Lord Zerrung commented.

 

Lord Izenry closed the book he was reading and put it on the table. "Sen Penrod's The Sliver of Infinity may be propaganda, but it is still an interesting history. Considering it's the official like the Canton of Orthodoxy takes, I do not think it remiss to brush up on the details, hm? Besides, it was the only thing available to read here."

 

Lord Zerrung snorted, but covered it up with a cough. "'The Sliver of Infinity'? Such a fanciful and overly-flattering title. Could he not have thought of something less obsequious?"

 

A door opened, cutting off their conversation. Lord Tekiel stepped out of the office of Lord Benedict, of no House, the High Prelan of the Canton of Hegemony. He smiled and shook the High Prelan's hand.

 

"Cifan Izenry," Benedict said. "I will see you now." He went back into his office, and Lord Izenry followed.

 

 "...So what were you seeing him about?" Lord Zerrung asked. "I suppose they want to make sure you're not doing anything as stupid as your ancestors have done."

 

Lord Tekiel, to Zerrung's surprise, favoured him with a smile instead of a frown or an insult. "Not at all, Lord Zerrung. You are, in fact, staring gormlessly at the new Governor of Fadrex City." He smiled and started walking out, a slight spring in his step.

 

Lord Zerrung watched him leave. "You- To hell with you!" He said, shaking his fist angrily as the other man left. "I hope for your sake you keep a tight hold on Fadrex, because as soon as you slip up..."

 

"Thank you for the warning," Lord Tekiel replied. "I shall take it under consideration."

 

---

 

Generation 3, Turn 2 has begun! It will end at 6PM BST on the 15th of August.

 

Generation 3 Player List

1. little wilson - Gwynne Wilson
2. Gamma Fiend - Gerrund Urbain
3. Unodus - Lucy Uethorn
4. Adamir - Anders Farrsolin
5. Blank Fate - Doran Artorius
6. Venture Mistborn - Rowan Orielle
7. OrlokTsubodai - Nestor Tekiel
8. Comatose - Benedict Elariel
9. Aonar Faileas - Cifan Izenry
10. Quiver - Tyren Queade
11. wblk - Shen Wair
12. phattemer - Apollonus Erikell
13. Araris Valerian - Valeri Penrod
14. Renegade - Naryan Garde
15. Shallan - Cladent Vinid
16. Haelbarde - Casper Heatherlocke
17. Mailiw73 - Votir Zerrung
18. The Crooked Warden - Octavia Protegat
19. Kasimir - Aniketos Heron
20. RadiantRaven7 - Ryna Ravir
21. CraigJohn - Jessica Sarasvati

 

PMs will be sent shortly.

Edited August 9, 2015 by Wyrmhero

[Renegade he/him]

Some belated RP to go with the last turn.

 

“Ah, another wonderful morning!” Naryan smiled.  “Very exciting!”  The ebullient House Lord leapt over to his bedroom window and opened the curtains, letting in the reddish morning sunlight.  The ash fluttered through the sky, so carefree, and Naryan waved to the ash, as if it could wave back.

 

“Rather chipper this morning, Your Lordship,” a tall man said in the doorway.  “Especially considering that your mother just recently died.”

 

“Yes, yes, of natural causes,” Naryan responded, turning to look over at his butler.  “You really look on the worse side of things, Garry.  I’ll need to see that changed.”

 

“Of course, Your Lordship,” the butler spoke impassively.

 

Naryan rolled his eyes at the butler, and opened the doorway to his study.  “I was up late last night coming up with a new plan for this House.”

 

“Oh yes,” Garry frowned.  “Because your nocturnal habits are so clearly evident in this early-morning excitement.”

 

Naryan gave the butler no heed, but looked outside the window of his study, at the ash floating outside.  “We’re going to tear down the House farm!”

 

Garry blinked his eyes, his mouth agape.  “Your Lordship, I would advise that--”

 

“It’s for the best,” Naryan interrupted.  “There are too many nobles out there with farms, too much competition to deal with.  We can sell off the farm, and focus our investments elsewhere.  I was hoping to go into the salt mining business.”

 

“There’s a salt mining business?” Garry asked, slowly regaining his composure.

 

“Exactly,” Naryan smiled, pointing a pen in Garry’s direction, “there isn’t one… yet.  Once this next business venture is done, we should be the rulers of salt!  The saline sultans!  The supreme salties!”

 

“I… salt, my Lord?”

 

“Yeah, salt.  The stuff that preserves food and makes it taste better.”

 

“I know, my Lord, but… I’m not exactly sure you’ll corner the market with salt.”

 

“I’m not looking to corner the market, I’m looking to--” Naryan stopped as a messenger opened the door to his study.  “Ah, the lumber’s arrived?  Right on schedule!”

 

“You really do have a new direction for this House, don’t you?” Garry asked, raising an eyebrow.

 

“Yeah, that’s what I said,” Naryan chuckled, walking over to the messenger to sign a form.  “With the whole salt business and our woodworker’s shops, we can really start preserving food!  Hopefully, that’ll end up preserving our House as well.”

 

“If you say so,” Garry sighed.  Though, even if Garry might have been the last to admit it, he felt that there was some sense in Naryan’s words, even if the new House Lord was an exuberant goofball.

[Quiver he/him]

Anyone want to buy a farm?

[Curious Anamaximder he/him]

Nope. Buying a farm of my own for Action 1. For Action 2, I am buying a bakery.