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xinoehp512

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  1. I would like to propose the Rule of Commerce: The Highprince of Commerce shall have the responsibility of keeping track of sphere counts for all the players and princedoms in the game. These counts must be posted once per day at least by the Highprince or another member of his princedom. The penalty for 24 hours elapsing between sphere censuses is ten spheres per day missed: the reward for each census posted on-time is five spheres. In addition, I would like to request to become Highprince of Commerce.
  2. I will affiliate with the Kholin princedom, becoming the Kholin highprince. I would like to propose the Rule of Divison of Labor: Highprinces may request to become highprince of a certain element of infrastructure, including (for the moment) Commerce, Information, War, and Works. The King will then either accept or deny this request. If he accepts, the highprince will gain the title Highprince of <insert element here>.
  3. I also propose the Rule of Proposal Amendment: The King can ask for an amendment on a proposal instead of rejecting it. Said request will not come with any sphere penalty, and the player will be allowed to change the text of their proposal for re-review. I propose the Rule of Affiliation: Players may affiliate themselves with one of the ten princedoms: Aladar, Bethab, Hatham, Kholin, Roion, Ruthar, Sebarial, Thanadal, and Vamah. Affiliations must be posted in blue. The first player to affiliate with a princedom will be the highprince, and each person affiliating afterwards will be next on the succession list. Should the highprince be removed for any reason, the person at the top of the seniority list will become highprince.
  4. Wyrn took the papers and rifled through them, his eyebrows raising higher and higher as he did so. Psyder could tell that, despite himself, he was impressed. He leaned back in his chair when he was finished, a thoughtful expression on his face. "So close," he murmured. "Practically right under our nose. Quite bold." A corner of his mouth twitched upwards. "My daughter was always a bold one..." He turned the page, rereading part of the spy's report and furrowing his eyebrows as if deep in thought. "They must suspect we know," he mused. "We have captured a majority of their forces. A few have already almost broken. Therefore... they will be expecting us." "Yes," agreed Psyder. "A direct attack is out of the question. Chances are high that they would simply flee into the wilds and hide there for... well, as long as they need to." He bared his teeth in a smile. "There would be only one option, then..." "Unacceptable," said Wyrn immediately. "But you presume too much. A strike now could very well cripple them for decades, if it doesn't destroy them utterly. I find the odds... tempting." "Tempting enough to risk alienating the King?" questioned Psyder, raising a half-mocking eyebrow. The candlelight flickered red in Wyrn's eyes. "I am king," he said harshly. "Your king. Do not forget." In response, Psyder only reached forwards and tapped the document resting on the desk. Wyrn's eyes glanced downwards as he read the word Psyder was pointing to. A name. "Daolan?" Wyrn frowned. "The resistance general. What are you saying?" "I'm sure you are familiar with the proverb relating an army to a snake?" "Cut off the head, and the rest dies... yes." Wyrn glanced up. "You intend to kidnap him." The words were said as a statement of fact, not a question. He raised an eyebrow. "And you have more faith in this than a direct attack?" Psyder held back a smile, his fingers twitching with excitement. "Look closer." Wyrn glanced down at the sheet with a frown, reading over the spy's report. Psyder watched him closely, judging his reactions as Wyrn read the words with a careful eye. He didn't want to miss this. A moment later, Wyrn's eyes widened visibly. Psyder finally broke out into a grin filled with sharp edges. He had him now. "I can bring her back to you," he said in a quiet tone. "I'm sure of it." Wyrn looked up, his resolve returning. "Do it," he commanded.
  5. All of a sudden, the llamas were struck with infection!
  6. The group makes their way inside the lab. In the center of the room stands a gigantic... creature of some sort. Standing on two legs and taller than any of the party members, its imposing presence seems to fill the room. It has red claws and blue eyes with glimpses of intelligence in them. The rest of the creature is covered in a set of iridescent green scales- all except for its tail. Strangely enough, it doesn't seem to be colored at all. And then- a few moments later - the child comes into view. In his left hand, he holds what looks like a paintbrush. The tip is colored green, and it leaves behind a trail of color as he brushes it across the skin of the beast. The color laid down is uneven, however, at doesn't seem to be staying firmly within the form of whatever creature it is he is constructing. Similar to all the other creatures the group has seen so far. He appears entirely focused on his task, and does not notice the approach of the group for a couple of seconds. @Negative_Null @Condensation @AmazingGoob
  7. McDonalds was getting a lot out of the Silence series.
  8. A classification the mime had made up specifically for this purpose.
  9. Especially since X's avatar had just figured out what character he evolved from.
  10. X's avatar was assigned to be his chaperone.
  11. The Wyrn looked at Psyder with an unreadable expression. "Will that be all?" he asked calmly. Psyder bowed his head slightly. "No, actually. I have a message. From my superiors." Wyrn raised his eyebrows. "I see," he said simply. His expression remained unreadable as ever. He stood up, making a strange motion with his hands to the guards. "Let us retire to my office to... discuss." The guards took hold of the prisoners and began dragging them out of the hall, taking them back the dungeons. Wyrn stood up and strode after them. Psyder stepped out of the way as they passed, then followed after Wyrn. The king swept up a staircase... and up... and up... all the way to the room at the very top of the northwest tower. Wyrn pulled an elaborate gold key out of his pocket and stuck it in the lock, twisting it back and forth in some sort of pattern. A few moments later, the door swung open, and the pair stepped inside. "So," said Wyrn, sitting down at his ornately carved desk. "What news do you bring from the Fallen King?" Psyder leaned against the wall, smiling in a unsettling way. "The King is preparing for an assault consisting of all his forces. He wishes this war ended soon, one way or the other." The temperature of Wyrn's expression dropped slightly. "If this is about project Black Rain, then my answer remains unchanged. I will not destroy my own land just to win a war." The Myrkaal raised an eyebrow. "You would dare-" "Do not question what I would dare," said the Wyrn, his tone cold enough to shatter ice. "You are my servants here, not the other way around." The tension in the room was palpable. Psyder held up his hands in a pacifying gesture. "Of course, of course. And don't worry, this isn't about Black Rain. Or at least, it doesn't have to be." He pulled out a set of papers- the message he had received only minutes ago - and passed them to Wyrn. "You see, we have acquired something that- so far - we have been sorely lacking. A spy within the resistance camp."
  12. Those lucky enough to be double-hatted became the de facto leaders.
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