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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Fire Emblem on Forums 9: IC Thread!
« on: April 24, 2022, 03:37:47 am »
Weo-oo-wee-wooo!

Quote from: Alixia heals Casslan
10+10 = Up to 20 HP healed

Ivy's blasted the fake-swordsman, who's body dissipated before it even hit the ground.

Quote from: Ivy vs Myrmidon? D
Hit: 110-29 = 81
Hit roll: 32, hit!
Crit roll: 100, no crit
Damage: 13-6 = 7dmg

Spoiler: Objectives&Map Info (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: HP (click to show/hide)

1787
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The courtiers seated nearby murmur and giggle when you put away the dishes. You settle on some roasted chicken and blackbread for the rest of the night.

803 AD, Autumn

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A report arrives from the city of Blabh.

Most of the golden spine was melted down and given away to some citizens. The remainder was made into payments for workers and artisans who worked on rebuilding the damaged areas.

You wager it could've been spent better, but oh well.

803 AD, Mid-Autumn

You wake up, but something's changed.

Usually, when its time to get up, you feel that pit of hunger in your stomach, usually demanding a thick porridge with beans and tubers, a platter of cooked meats, and at least three mugs of juice.

Today's different, and even after you go to kitchen, all you eat is some bread, a plate of scrambled eggs and just one mug of juice - and your stomach is already full and you're content with the meal, to the bewilderment of the kitchen servants who got used to the size of your breakfast.

You return to your quarters, and Milka and the kids are still sleeping.

Was this your wife's doing? Or the Pantheon's?



Congratulations! Velarien has lost the glutton negative trait!



803 AD, Late Autumn

Vingirius Levos, a fabled swordsmaster from the west, has arrived in the capital. Having bested the best of adventurers and guards present in the city rather effortlessly (causing dozens of injuries and three deaths so far), he has arrived under the palace gate, yelling.

"People of Bailemarr have presented no skilled fighters, either born of this land or arriving from abroad. Where, I dare say, is the man that can best me? Is this Kingdom full of weak-armed men and untrained rabble? Or can I at least find some satisfying match with one of this country's rulers and leaders?" He stands proudly, wearing naught but tunic, pants, and the belt with his nasty-looking axe.

Your courtiers murmur, looking at each other, and its obvious that none of them are particularily eager to face Vingirius. You grimace, wondering if the swordmaster's words are actually true.

A) Send a random guy.
B) Send the Marshal. He is in charge of the Army, he must know how to duel well, right? Right??
C) Just ignore the swordmaster, he will get tired and leave, eventually.
D) "Cowards! I will go forth and duel Vingirius myself to show you how's it done!!"
E) "If he thinks our men aren't good enough, then we shall see how well he can train them himself!"

1788
You stamp all the papers.

The money arrives next day! And there are promises of more, apparently! What a deal!!

803 AD, Late Summer

A feast with close friends and relatives. Wine flows freely, the bowls and plates are full of delicious meals, and your maw feels like it must gorge itself on plenty much every possible dish today.

Suddenly, you feel someone's slender hand on your palm, pulling on it.

"My love. This is against the will of the Pantheon." Milka says, staring at you angrily. "Cease this at once. Pantheon wills it!" The people seated near you giggle and snicker - perhaps the word of your wife governing your diet is spreading? If not around the city, then at least around this table.

For three years she has been a thorn in your side, depriving you of your wants and desires. For the third time she is directly interfering with your eating - and right now, in public too. How long have you to listen to her demands thinly-veiled behind this too-often-used phrase of 'Pantheon wills it'?? If this continues, you're in danger of becoming a laughingstock...

A) I must divorce this terrible woman!
B) Just this once won't hurt, no? Besides, its a _feast_!
C) I must divorce this terrible woman, and throw her zealot ass into the dungeon too!
D) Pantheon wills it... *sigh*

1789
You 'donate' the golden spine to the people of Blabh. Time will tell what they will do with it.

803 AD, Summer

Milka has given birth to a healthy baby girl!

Your wife has named her 'Ora', after a warrior-lady-saint from the early days of Pantheon.

803 AD, Midsummer

"A what?"

"A cartel, my liege." The Advisor says, stroking his beard while the Treasurer bows his head.

"The jewelry merchants and goldsmiths of Bailemarr have decided to create an organization that will stabilize the prices, set guidelines for quality control and, of course, promote elitism amongst those working with precious metals. This could be beginning of an economical golden age for our kingdom." Says the Advisor.

"And they're offering to strengthen the Treasury if the Cartel of Golden Arms, as they call it, will receive royal priviledges for trading and sharing of gold bullion and crafts."

A) "I was on board with this idea until I heard of this thinly-veiled bribe! Begone!"
B) "The cartel will have my approval, but they can forget about any protectionism and priviledges. This is fair trade country!"
C) "Money for priviledges? Where do I press my royal signet?"

1790
You send word to the adventurers (highly-leveled ones, thats it) that there's a giant monster that needs to be killed.

803 AD, Mid-Spring

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A group of adventurers came, and, after being given a contract to slay the giant, left the castle.

They've succeeded in their task, but managed to kill the giant whilst it was roaming a particularily well populated city of Blabh. The giant's spine crushed many buildings and even more lives were lost to the decaying vomit-body and noxious fumes. Obviously, that has left many others homeless and quite upset.

"The adventurers were paid off, my liege." Says the Advisor. "But what we do with the massive column of gold that was the giant's spine?" The Treasurer standing nearby is visibly excited.

A) "Melt it down! It will be used to fill our Treasury with coinage!"
B) "It fell upon city of Blabh, so it belongs to people of Blabh. May they use it to restore their city!"

1791
A is Army.
B is Epic Quest.
C is Duel.
D is ignoring the problem until it gets so bad you will have to do something.
E is Economy.

First and last time I am explaining options like this :P

1792
You call the guards to take care of the young pest.

He yells a war cry and charges, only to get knocked out by the very first guard. They drag his uncounscious body to the dungeon while your courtiers murmur how impolite it is to disturb the administrative proceedings like that.

Well! Back to work.

802 AD, Winter

Gold arrives in the capital on the same day the palatial healers announce to you that Milka is pregnant again! If all is good, the second of your children should be born on summer next year.

802 AD, End of the Year

Compared to the previous year, the winter is pretty mild. Already most of the snow melted and soon the peasants will till the fields again.

But before that happens, the annual ceremony must occur - the bringing of Scrolls of Kingdom Status to your royal chambers by the elderly Advisor.

Happiness: 4
Population: 3
Economy: 4
Army: 4

You rub your chin in contentment. These are very fine numbers.

Hopefully, they will only grow higher in the coming years!

803 AD, Spring

Gózgumdezik Whitespit the Fist of Peaks has come!

A giant humanoid made of fiery vomit. Grass decays where it steps and people go mad from its undead glare. Its external spine shines like the purest of gold columns. Beware its necrotic spit!

Reports from the far southwest come that Gózgumdezik has one day stepped out from a mountain valley, and began wrecking havoc upon the countryside. While fortunately the fields in many villages were not yet tilled, the grasses and trees in this fertile region are die when the vomit giant passes by them. Few villages have been destroyed by Gózgumdecik's mere presence and its headed in direction of several walled cities.

Local governors and city mayors are begging for Crown's help!

A) Even the strongest of beasts can't hold against many! Our Army shall march forth and destroy this gross giant!
B) A wizard! What we need here is a wizard!
C) And I shall answer! I will challenge the giant into combat myself!!
D) Hopefully, it will wander away on its own.
E) Some level 30 adventurers might be needed here, hopefully they won't ask for too much money!

1793
Someone wanna take over then?

1794
A little dejected, you give the meats to the passing servant.

802 AD, Mid-Autumn

It is middle of the day.

You're conversing with your council members on matters of simple administration.

SUDDENLY! A young man swings on a rope through the window, landing on top of the Treasurer! He draws his sword and points it at you, the guards pouring into the room, their axes at the ready.

"My name is Rawr, son of the King Dumborr, the man whom you've killed. I have come to reclaim the throne! Prepare to die!"

You decide to...

A) Tell the guards the get rid of this pest.
B) Draw your sword and accept his challenge for duel to death!
C) Ask for the history of his family so that you may seek the legality of his challenge?

1795
You decide to mediate between the two.

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Your mediation doesn't help much, and the two men still yell at each other after leaving the audience hall.

Later that day you learn the two settled their differences with a duel. Huginot won and had to be compensated by the mauled Kelkann.

802 AD, Autumn

Delicious birds!

Songbirds stuffed in cabbage, blackcocks in carrot pies, waterfowl chunks in thick, mushroomy sauce, and the expensive redthroats coated in the sweet-sour sauce of berries and mead.

Returning from the kitchen, you were about to finish stuffing yourself with the first thing on this wonderful menu of pultry, when your wife, seemingly out of nowhere, appeared before you.

"Dearest husband." She speaks, glaring at you. "Have we not talked about this?"

A) "We talked about tubers last time! This is meat! So I'm off the hook."
B) "Of course, dear, I will have these meats taken back to kitchen."

1796
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I thought I would wake up to a non-tie ;v

1797
You give the green light to the Marshal to push some idle peasants into military service.

802 AD, Spring

You receive several letters from the northwest. The noblemen who were affected by poachers and miscreants jailed few dozen of them, with another handful being cut down after offering resistance.

"And that's all?" You ask no one in particular, but the Advisor takes the question personally.

"I have spoken with the messengers who brought the letters. Since the miscreants were taken care of, there was peace in the northwest."

"And Kingdom of Trist?"

"Not a word, my liege."

You stroke your chin thoughtfully. Case closed, it seems.

802 AD, Summer

The audience hall is filled with screaming of two men who decided to seek judiciary counsel with you.

It's one of your nobles, Lord Kelkann, and Huginot of Perces, a kingdom in the far south. Apparently, Huginot was traveling around Bailemarr and was invited to Kelkann's house.

"I invited this man to show our hospitality, and he repays the kindness with insults, attempted theft of cutlery, and vile actions towards my dearest daughter!" Kelkann yells, before Huginot parrots his anger.

"You have served me cold food, and seated me at the very end of the dining table! And it is your unchaste daughter who was trying to take advantage of my drunken self!" Kelkann launches himself at Huginot with fists ready for a fight, but your guards separate the two in time.

What to do here?

A) Mediate a truce between the two hot-blooded men.
B) Side with the foreigner, mistreating a nobleman from a foreign land is simply in bad taste.
C) Side with your nobleman, its in a bad taste for a guest to make a mess of a host's household.

1798
You - along with your court - gather at the temple of Pantheon for a mass prayer to stop the blizzard.

Next morning, the peoples of Bailemarr wake up to see the clear skies and sun high above. The snow's still there, but the blizzard has ceased.

People praise the Pantheon and your leadership.

801 AD, End of the Year

First snow-blooms peek through the snow, which is melting already. "Next year will be a hot one." Your wife says wistfully, craddling little Altarien.

PSYCH! Here comes the Advisor, carrying, obviously, the Scrolls of Kingdom Status.

Happiness: 5
Population: 3
Economy: 3
Army: 3

"Your Majesty, I have to note that our Kingdom is doing quite well. The people are quite happy, and in fact, both the Marshal and the Treasurer believe we could turn their happiness into something more material. Like new army ranks, or perhaps extra tax?"

A) "Squeeze an extra coin from them, then!"
B) "Push some of them into the military service, then!"
C) "Nay!"

1799
Still waitin' on Maximum and flazeo.

1800
You write a reply to the affected noblemen, allowing them to deal with the intruders to full extent of the law. If someone from across voices any objections, you promise to deal with them.

801 AD, Winter

As promised by the mines' manager, the gold bullion has arrived! The Treasurer is absolutely giddy for being able to check the purity of the gold.

801 AD, Midwinter

An infant's cry echoes through the walls of the royal bedroom as the wet nurse quickly wraps the boy in cloth. Your wife is laying on the bed, muttering prayers to the Pantheon.

You look into the boy's dark eyes, the same hue as yours and your wife's.

"Atlarien." Milka speaks up suddenly, sitting up on the bed. "The boy's name is Atlarien. So decrees the Pantheon." Your son and heir. Atlarien.

801 AD, Late Winter

You know of harsh winters and heavy snowfall, but this is something surreal.

The blizzard is now entering its third day. Peasants and commoners can't shovel the snow off the streets of the capital fast enough to clear them. Few homesteads had to be evacuated after the thick layer of snow crushed the roofs underneath.

The freezing wind creeps through every crack and hole in the palace walls, too, and servants complain of cold. Few are even mildly frostbitten, their thumbs and toes getting that ugly shade of blue.

A) Pray to the Pantheon that it stops this freezing weather.
B) It's just wintery weather. It will pass.

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