>>3389517
>Your Phantom Limbs.
This quest seems familiar somehow

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>>3389528

How long has it been? The years fly by as you grow older. You still recall every inch of that battlefield, every lifeless face staring at you beckoning you to rest with the dead, You almost had. In fact, you were half buried in a cake of blood and mud when they found you.

They called you a war hero. What a beautiful lie that was, You were just another mook thrown to the grinder who has found himself under the spotlight during the great war. The Eastern Wing Countries were something fierce...too stubborn to end the 452 year old wold. You could say the same for the Northern Union except your homeland relied on steam and steel instead of mystic fires and other malicious forms of arcane.

It was a stalemate of blood and misery. All ended when this virgin land was revealed behind a curtain of scathing wind. A happy accident. The two superpowers decided to seek an uneasy truce. The rest of the known world was evenly split between the two.

The mighty vessels of Northern Union has managed to cross the dreadful seas of the south while the Eastern wings has utilized their divination and other arcane means to best the winds. Thus the city of Arkuland was founded just 3 years ago.

Here is when you come in, it was agreed upon to have a militarist leading the city against the native savages of this land. The governor selected before you has died a few weeks ago, It was the Northern Union's turn. Your years as a war hero, then a retired general has earned you this very spot in the new world.

The pain has ceased for the time being, you ought to visit a doctor some time soon.. You looked to the right side of the bed only to find...

>A neatly wrapped present.
Is it your 63th birthday already? Curses. Your wife, Margret has a iron memory. You thank the lord for such a bliss.

>Mariyah, hazily coiling her arms around you.
It was a mistake, sleeping with someone 40 years younger than you. You were a desperate man after the loss of your first wife. You embraced the scandal by marrying this olive-skinned beauty. Without her care and love, You would have eaten a bullet.

>No one.
Your wife , Catherine , hasn't slept with you since lord knows when. She is a bitter and a practical woman whom you can't bring yourself to hate after all these years. She's probably smoking her morning cigarettes right now.

>>3389689
>Mariyah, hazily coiling her arms around you.

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>>3389696

"Morning Bushaileel." Her soft voice was golden honey to your ears. When the great war has unofficially ended, both sides sought exotic women. You were no exception "30,000 Metra for the girl's virginity" was her father's offer. Your desperation at the time has blinded your common sense. How dare this filthy eastern mongrel sell his desert flower like that?

Your anger has melted the moment your eyes met hers. You couldn't help but to smile, you are one lucky old bull to have by your side "Do you like our accommodation, dear?"

More glaring noises from outside have muffled her answer. It will take another couple of weeks for the district ship to settle in. The previous governor was an expansionist herself or so you have heard. You started to check on your prosthetics as she gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before going to your wardrobe "Which one?"

>"I'll take the grey suit."
A tad old fashioned but it suits you just fine

>"Give me the black one."
Overly designed and luxurious. There is no doubt you will be meeting with important individual on your first day.

>" Can you bring me the blue suit instead?"
A mixture of both with a modern touch. You don't like it too much.

>>3389786
>"I'll take the grey suit."

>>3389786
>>"Give me the black one."

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>>3389893
>>3389897
"I'll..." A moment of decisiveness has claimed your tongue " ...leave it to you." Your wife has a better fashion sense that you, those easterners sure loved their flashy colours in battle. It made them an easier target back then. Nowadays, they follow a pallid pattern similar to the union.

Grey suit, Ivory cane, polished black shoes and a hat to top it off...You got ready in a manner of minutes. You had to tighten your belt a bit more; someone is losing weight alright. Not a surprise, really. You still haven't decided whether to stay here or to live in the Governor's manor. Your wife does like the coziness of this place, as for you, you are mostly indifferent though the manor would be more practical for you and your future duties. It will be too spacious for you three , decisions, decisions...

A Special Someone was waiting for you at the dining table.

> Irene the second
A Yeridnn breed dog. She brought happiness to your rather silent household. Calm as a breeze and Loyal. You can't ask for more.

>Martin Jonathan Wells
Your son from your first wife. A soldier in the making, following his father's footsteps. He is not on good terms with Mariyah.

>Lilliyah Jonathan Wells
Your sweet dandelion, the product of love between you and Mariyah. Her childish smile outshines her mother's

>>3390073
>>Martin Jonathan Wells

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>>3390083
"Jonathan."

"Martin." he grew more distant after the death of his mother. When he found out about you and Mariyah , he had no reaction. No anger or rage. Nothing.

It always felt awkward with you three sitting in one table. You are always the one to start up the conversation only to get a monotonous reply from his side.

>Don't bother, eat your breakfast in silence.
Nothing good will come out of it anyways

>Start up a conversation with your son
he is a man of few words

>Other

>>3390177
>Start up a conversation with your son

Full disclosure that's more meant as critique than insult: I just found this quest. I was interested thanks to the opening post, but the repeated one-vote decisions turned me off of the whole thing, particularly due to, well...not picking what I wanted. I can't blame you TOO much, looking at the timestamps- you waited a fair bit each time before posting, but...hm.

Not sure what else you could've done, really. Perhaps just not done character generation? Seems to bring more problems than positives in my opinion. Apologies. Best of luck, nonetheless.

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>>3391309
"How's the city treating you , son?"

"A decent beacon for civilization. Too muddy for my taste." You knew what he truly meant. He carries your once-hatred of the easterners in his black heart for different reasons. Your wife, young as she may be, understands your son. She always turn an eye on his implications for your sake. For that, you are more than grateful.

The breakfast was your traditional Northern one: three slices of bread , a scrambled egg with a pinch of rust pepper and finally a nice warm cup tea with a spoonful of blue tear sugar. Your wife only cooks her people's food whenever Martin is somewhere else. He simply loathes any hint of spices in his food.

"I'll be heading to the recruitment today. This city could use more to fend it from the...undesirables."

"Do you need any recom-"

"I have faith in my capabilities, Jonathan." You son has barely touched his plate " Thank you for the meal, Madam." a cold response your heard thousands of times. He refuses to call her any thing else.

Moments later, he shut the door behind him. Not even considering to give his old timer a goodbye. It hurts, it hurts more than your war wounds seeing him like that; so close yet so far.

A gentle web of fingers tangled yours "Give him time, he'll understand."

"It has been 8 or 9 years. The Martin i know bef-"

"Sssssh..." Your wife has kissed you on the cheeks " The sun is shining, The birds are singing. Don't soil your day this early, Bushaileel."

The city is devoid of any wildlife, the rather recent churning pollution has either drove them away but She is right, you will have plenty of appurtenances for your day to dive straight into muck. You can visualize it already in your mind; hogs from both sides squealing for something to sign, something to legislate. They will crawl all over you.

You kissed your wife goodbye before leaving the house. You had two squads , two automobiles, a half-track and a bloody spider tank waiting for you. A mean bunch, grizzled and ready with watchful eyes. They were armed to the teeth with both light and heavy weapons. All of them sprang from their position to salute you.

"It is an honour to personally meet the hero of Kyrak's pass, governor." A bald man approached you, he had a chiseled jaw and ripped body which could snap you in half. You have seen plenty of his kind , in battle, the likes of him were the first to fall. "I am Gustav Tordeson of the silver guard. Me and my men are your security detail, we go whenever you go."

Silver guard? Figures, They kept their hand clean during the great war. With few exceptions, The Eastern Wing didn't (couldn't) assassinate high profile targets. You are too valuable for the union it seems. They have the best of the best to protect you.

>>3391327
appreciate it. It might not be a high octane action start but i prefer a rather mundane approach for a change.

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>>3391751
>>3391309

>Salute them back
While you dislike them, the solider in you is obliged to return the salute

>"Are We going to war? I don't need all of this."
There is no doubt that someone wants you dead but this is highly unnecessary

>"I am no hero. My accomplishments were part of the propaganda machine."
Of course, you words will fall on deaf ears.

>"Pleased to meet you."
Just a formality, there is nothing pleasant about the silver guard

>Other

>>3391773
>Salute them back

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>>3392589
You raise your steam powered arm to salute them. Old habits die hard, you are still a solider boy at heart.

The silver guards weren't here yesterday. They must tracked you down after you so you had ditched the scheduled trip provided by the Union in favor a better alternative without the pen vultures. One thing you hate with passion is the swarm of press stalking every step of yours. No escape from these fellows, it seems.

"Off to the Core Tower, Governor?" Gustav politely asked. He was too timid, it is his job to lick your boots and to love every second of it. You take no joy in this.

"This steaming bloke?" You raised your cane to the tallest structure in the city. It is not just a government building, it is the main powerhouse of Arkuland. It took a full year for the first core ship to disassemble, must have been one hell of a sight. The savages probably must have shaken in their loincloth before its majestic brilliance.

"She's keeping us alive in this green hell."

"To be sure." You opened your pocket watch, a full hour left, excellent. "Shall we?" One of the silver guards opened the door for the automobile for you. The rest were manning your steel parade in a flash.

>" I don't fancy clogging the traffic with a bloody tank. We are moving without her."
While the spider tank is an agile thing made for all terrains, it has no place among the populace. You are not some cowardly dictator.

> "Just the bloody mobile you buffoons."
You prefer a low profile for the time being.

>"Take the fastest route if you please. I despise getting late."
A Steel parade it is.

>Other

>>3393206
> "Just the bloody mobile you buffoons."

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>>3393206
"...yes, Governor." He couldn't say no. It is not like the automobile is made from paper. She could eat some bullets and perhaps some light arcane tricks. Gustav ordered some of his men to follow you from a distance in another automobile. The rest were rooted to their places. The spot your wife chose was still under development. Not everything is prebuilt in district/core walking ships, Foundations are still being erected all around you. Eastern ones as per agreement. They too want the riches this land has to offer.

The automobile was graciously equipped with all manners of luxuries, overly furnished that one with a gramophone for your leisure. Gustav sat next to the driver. You are finally moving.

>Ask the driver/Gustav some questions (write-in)
You are fairly new here, they aren't

>Have a drink in the morning
You could not say no to a bottle of Harksen berries.

>Read the newspaper (Union)
'Public Occurrences'. A bland but applicable name. You can smell their lies already.

>Read the newspaper (Wing)
'The Daily Khashrama'. Twice as heavy, your years in stretches of deserts , cragged mountains (and your lovely wife) has taught enough to comprehend some of the eastern languages.

>Listen to some music
Your would be surprised if you found one or two your favorites here

>Other

>>3393754
>Read the newspaper (Wing)

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>>3394113

There were some news of the eastern contient which did not intrest you. There has been some complaints here about the scarcity of certain spices and their rather exorbitant prices. A large article was defending the ongoing slavery pact which allowed the Easterners to continue their once prohibited trade after the great war was over.

'These savages have no rights to uphold, they are better off serving new masters.' said the article. As primitive as they are, the natives have wicked arcane of their own. Extremely valuable for the easterners to study and to unravel their secrets.

The scenery shifts from eastern architecture to more familiar ones. Pillars of industrialism pumping progress into the air, cold, efficient but a painful sore to the eyes. There are few artistic liberties in the buildings around you.

The tower beckons closer, with it, a crowd of people are congregating around the entrance barely kept in check by many law enforcers. Mostly Northerners with signs calling for an end to the slavery trade. Perhaps their hopes are reignited with one of their own on the seat of power.

Rabble-Rousing journalists were there too, each one has a barrage of questions at the tip of their tongue. The Automobile was slowing down, Gustav's men were already making a way for you to safely enter the core tower.


'What do you think of the previous Governor?'

'Governor,Governor! What do you have to say for your previous scandals? Are you a true war hero or a glorified war criminal?'

'Governor Jonathan, Are you going to address the problematic slavery pact?'

'What is your stance on prostitution?'

'Are you going to fix the growing corruption inside the governing body of Arkuland?'

'Do you, a sixty year old veteran , think you are qualified to assume your position?'



>Ignore the carrion, enter the tower
You are above these kerfuffles

>Answer some question (select which one and what to say)
To satisfy the thirst of the press

>Address the masses. say something to them(write in)
A first impression is important for your public image

>Other

>>3395605
Wow! This is fantastic! Thank you, just caught up.

Thank you for all coming here. I will answer some questions in brief. I did not personally know the previous Governor, but from what I can see so far, he was a man who ran his position well and I hope to live up to any expectations the previous Governor no doubt left to me to fulfill. My position was selected by the most qualified individuals the Northern Union has to offer. They saw in me a man capable of leading and being a fit, proper governor. I will not lead them, nor any of the people here down. Any alleged corruption will be dealt with swiftly. My stance on prostitution is one of zero tolerance. Thank you for your time, please address any further questions in writing to my office and I will happy to respond when I am more settled in.

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>>3399717
You earned puzzled looks and even few smirks from the slithering journalists , what did you say to invoke such reaction? While you did not address slavery in your brief speech, your carefully chosen words had an impact on the protesters.

Your security detail deflected any further questions and rushed you towards the entrance, a giant double door hissing as it opened its maws for you. It was sealed shut the moment after. Silence, graceful one. You sighed out of relief, nothing will satisfy these vermins.

The Lobby had a floor of marble and granite. Spacious and Majestic with a giant clock made of brass above the receptionist. Everyone walking and talking about stopped as you took your first steps toward. Only Gustav was to follow, the rest has dispersed to give you some breathing room.

"Quite a bold statement, kind sir. Didn't know that Governor Ayyah was a man in guise." A tanned man in a plain suit, couple of years younger than you, approached with a big cigar lodged between his white-as-pearl teeth. He a tad shorter than you with a round belly and a cheerful altitude.

Ah, so there is why. They'll bite your heels for such a minuscule mistake, you are sure of it. For now, you shook hands with the man "Jacob Vangree, You and the rest of your company saved our hide back in Heriisa. We were bombarded with arcane bile for weeks. So much knowledge lost, what a shame."

"Oh yes, how can i forget? " It was a massacre and an incentive for the union to accelerate their chemical warfare advancements. To think a single person could wrought such devastation.

Jacob chuckled " Good times, Now look at me, from having a rotten rat for dinner to overseeing this beautiful core as a Grand Coremaster. It is quite an upgrade if i dare say so myself. Is the city to your liking, Governor ?"

" Its Eastern-Northern amalgamation is something to behold. Never to be seen back home." Only the brightest minds of the union would dream of such position. The Core is a finicky thing to maintain, furthermore, A Grand Coremaster is often associated with the internal affairs of the ruling body itself. While he is not on the top of chain command, his role is as much as important compared to yours.

"I wouldn't just allow any rascal to be the first to welcome you, come, your office awaits."

Naturally, the very last floor was only reserved for you. You could not fathom climbing all of these stairs. This elevator was a bliss. Your office was as opulent as expected, perhaps too much for your taste. The pile of documents waiting for you was rather foreboding.

"Here we are, before i would let you resume your duties, you must choose a secretary. I personally picked three candidates for you. Do keep in mind that your choice will affect your public image. It is up to you to decide."

The Coremaster handled you three files, one for each secretary.

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>>3401449
>Ludwig Vionkreg
A young man in his twenties, excels in your typical paper work and espionage. His delicate position will allow him to counter any potential spies/assassins while utilizing his cover. To the public, he is another Northerner in a position of relative power. This will make the union happy but will upset the Eastern Wing. Furthermore, should his true identity be relieved for one reason or another, there will be heavy consequences in the future.

>Esteilla Gabriel
A woman in her thirties from one of the countries swallowed by imperialism. This will greatly bolster your image among the few minority groups (Non Easterners/Northerners) but may have a negative impact elsewhere. As per any woman, any exposed affair will be disastrous. Career ending, even.

>Ameriah Adeel
A beautiful woman in her early twenties from the Eastern Wing Countries. Naturally, this will make more favorable among the eastern population but may upset the union. There is a possibility that she may be another spy herself despite the countless background checks which could be problematic. Your previous scandal might repeat itself if you are not too careful.

>>3401454
>Estella, lets go natural keep things peaceful

>>3401454
>>Esteilla Gabriel
>A woman in her thirties from one of the countries swallowed by imperialism. This will greatly bolster your image among the few minority groups (Non Easterners/Northerners) but may have a negative impact elsewhere. As per any woman, any exposed affair will be disastrous. Career ending, even.

Already screwed the pooch with the Easterners, may as well drum up some support from the minorities.

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>>3401536
>>3401541
When the great war was over, the two superpowers have agreed to split the rest of world between them, mainly the western contient and the southern isles who were neutral/independent . A diplomatic capitulation was offered to these countries. Some agreed to such terms while others sought to protect their sovereignty which of course was not an option.

The Northern territories do enjoy some sort of liberty at the expense of heavy taxes for their privileges. The Eastern territories is another story; a mumble jumble of chaos, freedom, oppression. You have heard various conflicting opinions on the eastern regime. Needless to say, they despise both sides for their atrocities but they are too weak to actually do something about it.

"There she is, a beauty isn't she?" Jacob coughed heavily as your new secretary has entered your office. She was stunning to say the least, long black hair, light skin with plump lips.

"Thank you sir." She cracked a gentle smile " I am Esteilla Gabriel. I am more than glad to be chosen to assist you in your day to day duties."

"That's the spirit! Like it or not, the whole city is counting on you so better get to it!" as he was about to leave the office, he had another thing to say " If you need anything, send someone to my department at the 9th floor."

"I'll keep this in mind. Have a good one"

"Would you like something to drink, Governor? Northern? Eastern? or even from my humble home?" It was nine o'clock by then, time does fly so fast already.

> "It is Jonathan, I had enough of Governors already"
You are getting sick of your new title.

>"I'll have a cup of tea, Northern, with one spoon of blue tear sugar"
You had one at home but might as well drink hers. It is going to be a long day

>"Can you make me a Mekabees-Shai? No honey."
The 'Painaway' as it was called during the war. This Eastern Tea is a sedative in disguise.

>"One of them tropical teas? Why not?"
A new experience for a new position.

>"I'll have none. Let's get straight to work. What do we have here?"

>Say something else to the secretary (write in)

>Other

>>3402010
>one of them tropical teas why not

>>3402010
>> "It is Jonathan, I had enough of Governors already"
>"One of them tropical teas? Why not?"
A new experience for a new position.

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>>3402021
>>3402099
"Right away." She quickly left your office as you sank further in your new chair. For an old man like you, this is a bliss.

The Whole city was visible from the retractable screen windows, well, some of it; the rest was obscured by heavy smoke. Pharmaceutical companies are swimming in Metra for their quintessential drug combating the swathes of pollution. They face some fierce competition with eastern companies who resort to the arcane instead of chemical compounds.

You took a peek at the documents on your desk, almost all of them wanted a signature, yours to be exact. Your Secretary has return with a blueish drink which made you raise an eye "What is this?"

" A tropical Tea - Astilo Angoroves. Should i-"

"No, no. I'll drink it." It was bizarre by all means. A blue tea? What's next, A frozen Tea? You took a sip, it was too sugary and too bitter at the same time like a citrus fruit. However, it was not too-too terrible, you have drank worse.

"Tell me, What are these document about?" You gently tapped on the documents with your ivory cane.

"Agreements for you to sign, Governor." She replied "By signing them, you will fully submit to the collective laws of the Northern Union and the Eastern Wing Countries."

"I see..." Those are quite a handful. What's my schedule for today, Estella?"

"Yes, well..." She quickly glanced at her notebook "
From 9 to 11, You should sign all of the documents

From 11 to 1, You should have a Meeting with your advisors and representatives

From 1 to 3, You is free time . Though, you have an invitation to Farafe - a famous eastern restaurant

From 3 to 6, You have a visit to High Hope Hospital . You will greet the injured soldiers who were ambushed by the natives two weeks ago.

You could cancel or delay any event of your choosing, Governor. I'll handle the rest."

>"What if i don't want to sign any of these?"
Especially Eastern ones.

>"Yes, I want you to cancel something"(write-in)

>"Yes, I want you to delay something for another day" (write in)

>"That would be all, Thank you."
Better start signing.

>Other

>>3402272
>Other
Please prepare for me a list of the top companies/employers and their owners in the region. I'd also like for you to gather any upcoming legislative laws that I will have to pass or veto. And, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to know more about my predecessor. There was talk of corruption and prostitution that didn't bode well with me. Thank you, Miss Gabriel.

>>3402371
Then I'll get to signing.

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>>3402371
"There no purposed laws that i know of at the moment but..." Perturbed, she paused "Going through our archives to comply a full detailed list of all important companies might take a lot of time. We have no monopolizing companies so the textile industry for an example will be spearheaded by several companies from both Eastern and Northern origins. "

>"I said bring me that list."
You don't care how long will it take, you want to see them all.

>"I see, disregard that. The report on the previous governor is not that feasible, correct?"
Your time is precious, there must be hundreds of them anyways.

>Say Something else to the secretary (write-in)

>Other

>>3402480
>"I said bring me that list."
You don't care how long will it take, you want to see them all.

This is about making sure there is no perceived favoritism amongst the public and private sector, Eastern/Northern regions. If there are any kickbacks, favors, unpaid taxes that sort of thing, we will be able to root it out faster and give a level playing field for all after checking the paperwork. This will also serve as well as a basis of our first report regarding the state of the region, in case we SHOULD try to control and monopolize a particular industry, in the name and goodwill of the people we so govern. Miss Esteilla Gabriel, I gave you this position because I have high confidence in your abilities. If you have to delegate or use my name to make things go smoother, feel free to do so. Now, are you able to do this?

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>>3402588
"Yes, Governor. I will be as fast as i can."

The woman took her sweet time, you had spent the next two hours doing pretty much nothing other than staring at the bustling life below. Your secretary has returned with a couple of giants folders carried by two employees "I have sorted them by industry. Should i postpone the meeting with your advisors?"

"That would be for the best, Yes."

The Gigantic list had the following:

E= Eastern
N= Northern
O= Other

A

Advertisement and Marketing

Leedeo [E] : With a great focus on flyers and criers. Leedeo is the most reliable company for eastern and other mid sized products, owned by Yuseef Arkan

Jolly Banner & Sons [N]: The go-to company for giant marketing campaigns. Often utilized by major companies. Owned by the Banner Family.

Estalahao [O]: A small company in comparison to its competitors, it is the prefect choice for small businesses with fair prices. Owned by the Edardo Mindales.

__________________________________

Adult entertainment

The Red Gazelle [N] : A Legalized establishment specifically catering to the northern high class with erotic shows and other revealing acts. Owned by Manster 'Gazelle' Longarm

Halibaba [E] : The sole competitor of the red gazelle where customer would pay for various services. Has all colours of men/women including native slaves. Funded by the Red Flag Organization.

_______________________________________

Alcoholic Beverages

Skiuup & Co [O]: A newly found company which combines Southern/Western recipes with native fruits/ other fermentables. Has all sorts of beverages though often shunned by the higher classes . Funded by the W-S Committee.

Robertson's [W] : A well known company in the Northern Union almost favored by everyone. Owned by Sir William Robertson.

Agnee de dileu [W]: One of the oldest brewing companies which only used to be exclusive for kings and queens due. Nowadays, It serves expensive beverages for those who could afford it. Owned by the City State of Angee

Sahiir [E]: A heavily monitored and regulated eastern company which utilizes the power of the arcane in their drinks. Mainly targeting non eastern audience since most Easterners only drink in certain religious ceremonies. As such, they are heavily criticized by more conservative easterners. Owned by Muhafa Sahiir

Da'eea Hehna [E]: An Religious company approved by the Eastern wing to sell Alcoholic beverages in certain ceremonies. Does not sell to any non easterner and require a legitimate proof of said occasion. Owned by Sacred Duhunu Da'eea
_____________________________________

There are still plenty, plenty more , you haven't even finished the letter A so far.

>Continue reading
You don't have any pressing matters at hand. This is the most important thing to do at the moment.

>That is enough.
Tell your secretary not to postpone the meeting, you have important individuals to meet.

> Other

>>3402744
Forgive my digression, I should have been more clear. I wanted the data compiled and I would look when I had more time. Please continue the research while I meet with the advisors, with a focus on backtax and their particular laws. Between us though, Halibaba is one I would like you to pay close attention to.

>>3402744
As always, thank you Miss Gabriel.

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>>3402763
"Yes Governor, forgive me if i wasn't too thorough. I'll see if i missed anything else from our archives."

"Good, good." Your mechanical grip on your cane tightened as you stood up. "I best be going. Don't want to keep the gents below to waiting. Gustav, with me."

The Silver Guard ,who was standing this whole time outside of your office, followed you to the elevator. The meeting should be 5 floors below yours.

"Tell me Gustav, What do you think of the girl?"

"Is she really the best the Coremaster has to offer?" He expressed mild annoyance from the subject "Should i have someone on her tail, Governor? Her country has killed a lot of Northerners during the territorial wars..."

>"Good Grief, no! This paranoia will serves us no good."
He is too protective. Not everyone is a bloody spy.

>"Make sure he or she has no ties with any of us."
A reasonable proposal .She is yet to earn your trust.

>Other

>>3402830
>"Make sure he or she has no ties with any of us."
A reasonable proposal, discretion is the better part of valor. One can't be too cautious these days.

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>>3402853
"I'll have her tracked all the time, Governor." This will bring some ease to your mind. As for the documents, you will sign them later this day.

The meeting was set in a large hall, a long table made from some black tree, probably native to these lands . An assortment of outlandish decorations were pinned and hanged on the wall; Giant skulls of terrible beasts, bioluminescent feathers and an oil painting depicting the core ship making history- A collaboration between the North and the East.

As for the attendees, they were as you would have expected ; Well-Seasoned politicians smiling and shaking hands in front of the tripod cameras, a plethora of guards from both sides Those flashes of light used to trigger old memories, painful ones of dear loss. You still winced instinctively. At least the press here is more tame than those outside.

Finally, there was a very special Matrah meditating at the corner of the hall with guards of her own. She is powerful arcane caster who negate other arcane usage. A necessary measure to be taken.

Again, you were the center of attention. The only pleasant eyes around were that of Jacob who was already drinking before the meeting would even start. There was little time to socialize, first , a speech is due.

Your secretary has also made it, She sneaked in some cards for you at the podium. You glanced at her words, It was a rather generic one but serviceable. You stood behind the podium, your advisors were on your right and left. All went silent for your speech.

>"No photographs, please."
Let old memories remain buried.

>" It is a great honor to serve this...."
Your secretary's speech, flowery and appeasing to the press and the masses but with no soul.

>"The Law choose me to enforce order in Arkuland. It is my sole duty to..."
An assertive and authoritarian speech, promising to crush any traces of corruption.

>"My people, Sons and Daughters of the Glorious North and East..."
A down-to-earth speech with more soul to it...and a lot of promises as well to better the lives of everyone

>" Good people of Arkuland, I come here not as a man of war but a man who is FORCED to take drastic actions, two weeks ago... "
A rousing speech filled rage, further demonizing the natives and their unwanted aggression.

>"I apologize for my earlier mistake this morning, I have to say..."
A light hearted speech, with some jokes on the side. Virtually inoffensive to anyone.

>" 30 years ago, The man who stands before you was a..."
A Sympathetic speech, calling for peace, equality and an end to aggressive expansion and slavery.

>>3403057
>>"My people, Sons and Daughters of the Glorious North and East..."
>A down-to-earth speech with more soul to it...and a lot of promises as well to better the lives of everyone

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>>3403318
You promised a lot of thing in your improvised speech. How were you actually going to achieve them is another story. You wonder how the press will twist your words/use them against you.

When you were done, others took your place. The Grand Coremaster was first, he vouched for you bringing up how you and your company saved unarmed civilians from the ire of war. His intentions were good but the way he put it....

Next up were your advisors who had a brief speech, first one was Eliza Kazzan : Your social adviser. Her sun kissed skin and her sky blue eyes were a dead giveaway; Easterner Father, Northerner Mother. She must be well informed of both cultures to assume such position. Her words were dry, sharp and to the point.

Your Military advisory spoke after her, an elegant boy long white hair. Aukustus Darvin was him name. Probably the son of some fancy general or a royalty who used his influence to seat his child among grown ups. You hate everything about him, the way he speaks, the way he drowns you with flattery, his woman-like voice and altitude. You have seen women more manlier than him in the battlefield. Revolting.

Your economic adviser was none the palpable either. An Eastern slug in disguise. This Medehat Kalamah focused on the previous governor and how perfect she was. Poor bastard's heart is aching to continue his duties under the thumb of a filthy Northerner.

When he was finished, Your arcane/native adviser stepped in. Timid as a mouse with few words, that one. You barely heard her name as spoke almost spoke in whispers. Kemer Kasoof was a Matrah, she wore her traditional garb which obscured all but her lips and nose. You are not to judge, you have seen worse.

Finally, Noskk Akaravich had his chance to speak. You know him, the famous inventor who is practically the father of all the Goliath land-walking ships. No doubt he is your technological adviser.

When this was all over, you quickly shook hands with the representatives who wore a board smile. Every single one of them. Labors, Minorities, Native, Women...they almost never stopped coming.


>Excuse yourself from the meeting
Your head is spinning already

>Address the ever thirst of the press
Actually, the journalists allowed here are more tame than the rabid ones outside.

>Speak with one of your advisors on the side (select one)
They are all special in their own way

>Speak with one of the many representatives (select one)
They are anticipating your approach

>Speak with Jacob, already swimming in drinks
He doesnt hide his true intent. You can respect that

>Other

>>3405956
>Speak with one of your advisors on the side (select one)
They are all special in their own way
Eliza Kazzan.

She seems a cut above.

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>>3405971

"And so the fabled war hero approaches a war orphan who not only survived against the odds stacked against her but thrived to reach the very summit of success."So confident she was in her words. You couldn't figure out her true intention from the way she spoke "Do tell, Have you killed a non combatant woman in your old glory days?"

>Change the subject
A joke, anything to evade her question

>Deflect
Be it with another question or a snarky remark. Don't give her a definitive answer.

>A Vague answer
You can't confirm or deny what may have happened decades ago.

>Admit
It was bound to happen, Neither she nor anyone else would condemn you for circumstances you and the likes of you were put in, circumstances that for the most part were out of your control.

>Lie
Some deaths are best left forgotten.

>Other

>>3406018
>Admit
You know as well as I what war is like.

>>3406024
>>3406018
I'm REALLY liking this one.

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>>3406024

"I appreciate your honesty, I really do. You won't find it here." Her eyes darted over circles of gossip and laughter "Look at them, thick skins, barely a sweat of struggle on their foreheads."

"Are you implying something?"

"Me? No, no, not at all, Dear Governor. " She took a deep breath " I do act like a blabber-mouth sometimes. As it stands, Myself and my lovely competent company of advisors are here to make sure you don't stray from the intended path. A Tricky one at that; are you going to please the Union? the Wing? or the very people of this city?"

You were about to reply when she abruptly cut you off "You'll fail to satisfy all so don't try too hard. Taking sides is also a non favorable option, you see what i mean?"

A photographer kindly asked to take a photograph of you two shaking hands and smiling. You always look like a perverted man when the bright flash blinds your eyes. She phased through it like it was nothing.

"A North-East clash of culture is nothing new, it was a thing for four and a half centuries. Not here however, My sole job is to make you fully understand the current ongoings of 'your people' as you phrased it. Unfiltered and strictly neutral for a better judgement. You do best to remember that."

She was soon swooped away by other journalists asking her about day-to-day problems faced by the public. You find yourself with a sizzling drink and an uninsresting company congratulating you on your new position. This meeting was almost over, just a few more minutes....


>Excuse yourself from the meeting
Your had enough

>Address the ever thirst of the press
Actually, the journalists allowed here are more tame than the rabid ones outside.

>Speak with one of your advisors on the side (select one)
They are all special in their own way

>Speak with one of the many representatives (select one)
They are anticipating your approach

>Speak with Jacob, sitting in the corner with a puffed up face
He drank too much.

>Other

>>3406057
>Speak with one of the many representatives (select one)
>They are anticipating your approach
The lawmakers. The council. The ones who actually pass the laws for me to sign. Barring that, the police force representative. Barring THAT, the minorities.

>>3406073
For the first one, moreso who the people have chosen to represent the city.

>>3406057
>Speak with one of the many representatives (select one)
Let's go with Labourers

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>>3406132

You had a brief chatter with some of the rather more important representatives. Due to the unique nature of this city, The Dual-law is in effect were every single law has two variations (unless both the Northern and the Eastern iterations were in harmony with each other) . Often times, this duality will conflict with itself causing unwanted friction that is rarely solved by itself.

Prime Legislator Arudelle Cenidekt and Sword-Law Nakea't Musel are perhaps the most two powerful individuals below you. They are the head of Lawmakers/supervisors . The dyad are supposed to value this city's intrest then the superpower they swore allegiance to. A Governor's job is to intact, reappeal or to revoke the laws passed by them. More drastic laws requires the approval of all three parties (and/or some of the representatives should it come to that.) . It is true that you have great authority but your power is not absolute.

The idea of having a neutral governor from any of the territories was a proposition that was quickly discarded in fear of an unwanted rise in power or anything of the same caliber. Each superpower would rather trust an enemy they know too well than to resort to a wild card.

"...It is a shame they couldn't attend the meeting. They are quite the character." said Maxson Robertson, one of the few businessmen allowed in the meeting "But you should have your fill with those two bickering love birds, Governor. How's that drink? Is it your next favorite?"

The man gave you a warm smile "Only joking! The rest of my brothers are getting more and more blind by greed. They more or less twisted my arms to spearhead our operations here so they can fill their bellies with money back home. Jokes on them! I already like it here. These people, wherever they came from, are good people. Travelling all the way here for a new chance in life. Robertson's will just make it merrier for these poor sods, amiright?"

Young but capable that Maxson fellow, his cheerfulness was almost contagious and to be honest, the drinks were great. You were thankful they didn't go for anything fancy in the meeting .

You wished to speak with more people , you will have plenty of opportunities for that later. It is not as if they will leave you alone. Gustav and Miss Gabriel were waiting for you outside, the woman was visibly sweating "Have i done something wrong? I rewrote them over a dozen times..."

"The cards? No, no you did well... I prefer mine over minced words. Thank you for writing, I will use them someday."

"Oh,I- Very well, Governor. Where do you want to eat? I am sorry to remind you but you have an invitation to Farafe. They are expecting your arrival. And..." Her had two bags filled with documents " The documents, Governor...should you want to sign in now."

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>>3406073
>>3406132

>"The Eastern one, yes, yes. Off we go."
Nothing too exotic, you hope

>"Cancel everything else, i am going home."
You are tired already. This old pile of bones aren't doing you any good.

>"I'll go for some cart on the streets instead. You still have those , no?"
You were a street urchin for a good chunk of your childhood, it was the sole reason why your joined the union army in the first place....to prevent such cruel fate.

>"Gustav, Is there a possibility to be graced by my wife's food within two hours? You two could join us."
Nothing like home. You despise eating elsewhere.

>"I'll eat here, thank you very much. Bring me anything that will keep me going for the rest of the day."
This tower is bound to have a food outlet.

>Other

>>3408178
>"The Eastern one, yes, yes. Off we go."
Nothing too exotic, you hope

>>3408486
>>3408178
Actually, delay the invitation. We'll sign the documents now. Apologies.

>>3408508
+1

>>3408623
I still don't get why we made this woman make list of all companies operating in this region. Also if something she should redelegate that kinda work to someone else.

>>3408628
It's to unroot the corruption in the city. Back door deals, huge contributions, fronts for illegal activity. This is the first step to uncover it.

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>>3408508
>>3408623
"Of course, anything else?"

"Something to eat, salt crackers if you will." This should silence your stomach for a spell.

You returned to the top floor with a hefty sum of documents to sign. Thousands of tiny words crammed in single pages, your sight is not what it used to. You had to squint for the first couple of pages before giving up on them altogether. It was more of the same; you are in a seat of power, abusing your position will be met with punishment, you must not favor the Northern union needlessly, you must follow all of the previous agreements...etc.

Your mechanical arm did all the signing as you continued to nibble on your snack which was excellent by the way. Miss Gabriel brought you an icy cup of water alongside them and a small sweet roll to dispel the saltiness when you are done. You are starting to like this woman, she is leaving nothing but good impressions so far.

Alas, you are free. It would have been one hell of a strain on your wrist should you have written with your other arm. You had to rely on your other arm a lot even after the prosthetic. A bloody hour has passed in a blink . It is two o'clock already.

Your secretary has sent someone to inform the fancy restaurant that you were not coming. " Farafe apologizes for sending an invitation in the most inoppturne time. They have asked to have this card personally delivered to you.."

A black card, heavy, with strands of gold forming the logo of the restaurant; a peacock with gaint feathers coiling around an egg . The also had your name on it. So this is one of those lifetime membership cards the rich flaunt it each time they could to stroke their egos. Your dear wife might like endless free visits... but you...

>Take the card
It is one of the perks of being a governor and a gift to boot. Nothing wrong here.

>Ask your secretary to return it back to them.
You are not some royalty to be treated above all else. If you are to dine there in the future, you will pay for it.

>"Do you like Eastern Cuisine , Miss Gabriel?"
Write a small letter to repurpose the card for your secretary. You are too busy for casual dining at any rate. She might have better use for it than you

>Other

>>3408673
>>Other
I will use it once as the original invitation and return it to them directly.

>>3408677
By that, I mean I will use it as a reservation card and pay for the meal.

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>>3408677

With that said, your last task for the day was visiting the soldiers in High Hope hospital but you were more or less tired both physically and mentally. Not a couple of weeks ago, you were enjoying an endless loop of fishing with old friends. What will you do?

>Honor the injured soldiers with a visit
Your old body can take it

>Cancel the visit, Delay it to another day
You desire some rest after this grueling day

>Other

>>3410967
>>Honor the injured soldiers with a visit
>Your old body can take it
And have, if we kick the bucket, we're already in a hospital.

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>>3411067
High Hope, a military hospital funded by the saints of Voropa. This holy organization has saved thousands of soldiers during the great war - including yours. When the Northern countries were swimming in debt and deficit, The saints graciously intervened after their initial neutral stance. It is not a surprise to see them instilling their services here...

This is yet another war front.

The hospital had a large statue that you were oh so familiar with, five saints crying over a pile of corpses, those who are still alive clutch dearly to their holy robes. This statue was installed at every branch. Only recently they were accepting donations after their centuries-old treasury was growing thin. Despite all of this, Union is far less religious compared to the Eastern Wing, focusing on the material world rather than what lies beyond.

Not a single journalist was in the outer parameter. The public might not know of this just yet. The only reason you could think of this is...

A team of doctors, officials and most importantly a saint were waiting for your arrival. Gustav and the rest of the silver guard kept an eye on anything unusual in the vicinity.

Saints have unusual life spans, the first saint Arkoe supposedly lived for 300 years. This is perhaps one of the few aspects of the that is deemed to be arcane in nature. The one before you was certainly older than you, she greeted you with a gentle smile "On behalf of all of my sisters, I welcome you to High Hope Hospital."

>A kiss on the thumb
An old tradition, peasants and kings alike used to interact with the holy saints this way.

>A Hand Shake
This rigid old mentality must be erased. This isn't feudalism. This is a new age.

>Other

so , my only regular player, what do you think of the quest so far?

>>3411193
>a kiss on the thumb

I really like it. And you've kinda got two I've been voting when I can.

>>3411193
>Other
A military salute! "Pleasure to be here ma'am. " They are equal and above. It's only natural to give the proper respects.

Like I said, this is fantastic work. Every decision has weight and changes in ways I haven't even begun to think about. I'll have to be clearer or the words may be misinterpreted, just as in real life. Sorry if I sidetracked your story a bit and we're still on the first day! Your hours are erratic, though I believe I have them nailed down.

>>3411228
+1

>>3411193
Plus, the birds are a nice touch.

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>>3411228
>>3411248
>>3411256

The Saint certainly didn't expect that. You are not someone special unlike her. She deserves all the reverence.

Once inside, you recalled the same pattern of floor/wall tiles you spent weeks staring at when you were half dead. A simplistic design, not too overly invasive or obnoxious to the eye.

The first batch of soldiers you greeted in their beds were recovering from scratches and bites. For the most part, they were not deformed from their traumatic encounter. They were quite responsive too with rejuvenating spirits seeing one of their own checking on them.

However, your fleeting relief was vanished in the air. It was replaced instead by haunting suspicions which came true. There were no press around because of the plethora of mutilated soldiers in different states of serious injuries. Such horrific images were not mean to be shown to the public. Fear and Panic is something to be avoided. Some were not even conscious by the time briefly approached them.

The worst one by far was a soldier named Faust, according to the report: his limbs, genitals and face were devoured and mutilateed by these savages as well as chunks from his abdomen. His chest had also suffered from blistering arcane injuries. Unlike Eastern Arcane, this native arcane is more primordial relying on sacrifices, blood, rituals and the land itself. It is no place in the civilized world.

He was barely kept alive with almost no hope for an expected recovery. Everyone was queasy around this unfortunate soul. Rightfully so. You could only whisper worthless words to his bandaged ear hole. He acknowledge your presence for few seconds where he said two words to you...

"Kill me...."

You know this desperation too well, you forsake any hope for survival too and yet....he is in a condition far more worse than yours. Your heart almost stops for a second thinking about this ordeal.

A Mercy kill is something non applicable here among saints. They believe in the sacred nature of the soul. They will keep him alive for as long as it takes till his body could not handle the pain any further. You have the authority to force it for an ending to his suffering but the saint may not like it to put it in simpler terms.

A far more expensive alternative is another possibility. You might even to able to save him with experimental treatments (which usually invokes highly advanced steam prosthetic ) but these thousands of Metras ought to come out from somewhere...mainly the government budget balance. The same thousands which could be spent elsewhere for greater benefits. Another thing to consider that Brave Faust won't be the first or the last to be horribly mangled like so.

>>3411228
ey thank you
>>3411348
thanks

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>>3411348
>>3411256
>>3411248


The last option you could consider is to seek the Da'eea or the sacred winds; they are main religious body of most Easterners known for their potent arcane prowess. while they are of similar nature to the Saints, they serve a larger purpose in the Eastern Wing with greater influence. Their services encompass many aspects of Easterner lives. They will only heal their kin but a man in your position may sway them to at least give a better chance to Faust. Without a doubt, this is a slap to the face to the saints and the Western Union as a whole.

>You will do nothing.
Sometimes, this is the best favored action. May his last days be of relative peace.

>You will resort to a Mercy Kill
To end a suffering, you are willing to upset the saints.

>You will resort to more expensive/experimental treatment funded by the government.
To give him a sliver of hope, you are willing to potentially waste thousands and thousands of Metra just for his sake.

>You will arrange an immediate transfer to Da'eea Masharka Healing House
To give him the highest chance of recovering, you are willing to administer him to the Sacred Winds and their superior arcane treatments.

>Other

>>3411429
>attempt to organize a joint effort between the Da'eea and the saints in the coming weeks to save men like this more suffering. The west and east must begin working together in this city healing dieing and injured men who fought to protect this city is a good start and a strong publicity push.As anyone who argues against healing the injured and dieing are clearly selfish in their view.

>>3411429
Question, will the prosthetics help him in becoming a father?

>>3411429
If not
>You will do nothing.
Sometimes, this is the best favored action. May his last days be of relative peace.

But

>>3411443
Do this. Force them to share their medical knowledge with each other.

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>>3411448
He has no testicles, so no.

>>3411429
>You will do nothing.
Would pulling him out of the hospital and them mercy killing him would have the same result toward the saints? Or is it just they don't like it because we would do it in hospital?

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>>3411443
>>3411458

If only you could unite both them both under one banner. The Saints of Voropa see all Non Northerners as soulless husks unworthy of their mercy while The Sacred winds are absolutely zealous when it comes to their secretive healing techniques. It is not as if Northerners are Arcane-Capable in the first place.

Knowledge Sharing in general are rarely agreed upon for both sides know this so called peace is temporary, who knows when would the great war reemerges from its ashes. To conclude, It is an impossibility. Pressing onwards for the matter could jeopardize your position despite your pure intentions.

You checked on more soldiers before calling it for the day. You were glad to leave a positive impression on the way out. You crawled back to the automobile, exhausted to the core.

"Are you alright, Governor?"

"I am not used to all of this venturing. I could ask you the same." His face was paler than yours as the driver started the engines.

"May i speak freely?" He asked with a more serious tone.

"Go ahead."

"What a sickening display. We are dealing with animals...Our Sworn enemies whom we call backwards know more compassion and mercy than these mongrels driven by lust for blood. There is no use to uplift these beasts. We must kill them all. Man, Woman and Child."

>"Don't let your emotions overcloud your morality. The Natives deserves a chance. Don't forget that we are the invaders."
He, as a sliver guard, hasn't seen true brutality and bloodshed. You can forgive his tasteless expression of anger and hate.

>"Your Words are....concerning. Should i trust you with my life?"
A man with acute reactions may not have the right qualities to protect you.

>"All in due time, Dear Gustav."
He is right. There is no parley, no call for peace. Death, Only Death.

>"A Discussion for another day, Driver, bring us back to home."
You are too tired to engage further with him.

>Other


>>3411473
yes, it would be rather obvious

>>3411536
>"Your Words are....concerning. Should i trust you with my life?"

>>3411536
>"Don't let your emotions overcloud your morality. Don't forget that we are the invaders."
He, as a sliver guard, hasn't seen true brutality and bloodshed. You can forgive his tasteless expression of anger and hate. If they can become civilized, then it will be worth it. If not, then they will be quarantined for their and our safety.

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>>3411722

"..." was his reply. His opinion was uncalled for but you understand where he is coming from. You too were blinded by hatred at his age. You could not really blame him.

Finally, Home. The Silver guard stationed there were bickering with a group of individuals your men used to fear in the old days.

The Crimson Dirge , Aharmair.

An elite group of nimble warriors. Dancers in the battlefield who utilize illusionary arcane to swiftly advance among ranks shrugging off conventional firearms as if it was nothing. These dangerous group of women has turned the scale of many battlefields. A captured one was often met with a fate worse than death for all the good men they have slaughtered. How could you forget that time when....

"What's going on here? Explain yourself!" Gustav was clearly pissed of their mere presence. He was completely ignored, the leader of Aharmair chose to speak to you only "Envoy of the North, Governor of Arkuland, I am Roza Shabaat. We were chosen by Sword-Law Nakea't Musel to personally guard you , your household and your other interests...your 'men' are too fragile to accept our arrival. We trust your judgement."

You took a deep sigh, even when you are mere steps from comfort, You are confronted with another problem. Curses.

> "I need not of your services, woman."
You certainly trust your company ten folds than her notorious group.

> " Goodness Gracious, Gustav, Tell your men to stop acting like children, these fine women are just as capable as they are."
They could definitely be of use to you.

>"I'll give you answer in the morrow."
Enough.

>Other

>>3414493
"Gustav, have you forgetten where we just came from? We appreciate your's and Sword-Law Nakea't Musel's... concern. My personal company will be run point in major decisions, you are to be their back up. If that is agreeable with you, we welcome you to the Governor's manor.
They could definitely be of use to you.

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The woman was quite understanding of your demands. They were reasonable enough. Since you have not decided on whether you would like to relocate to the manor, both The Silver Guard and the Crimson Dirge settled in the closet two houses to yours. The ladies had a menacing equivalent of a spider tank in form of a giant beast with many tentacle, sharp as a sword when erect. It was called Wartongue during the great war, you don't have a clue of its true name though. It was terrifying to see one of those stomping through trenches as if it was nothing. Only a coordinated artillery strike could bring it down.

"Bushaileel, you are back." Ah, the smile you long for "How was your first day?"

"Don't remind me," You finally took off your jacket, what a burden it was on you " Where is Martin?"

"He was here a couple of hours ago... packing his luggage."

"So soon?" Your wife nodded, he clearly wanted to get out as far as possible from you two. This is nothing you could do about it, let him make this own path.

"Can you ready me a bath, Dear?" Your crumbling body was begging for warm water at the end of the day. Mariyah didn't bring her assortment of rose waters with her sadly, she used them to make every single bath a special occasion like a small scale ceremony. Oh well.

You helped yourself with more crackers as the water was getting warmer. When it was ready, you jumped in the relatively small bath tub. Your prosthetics were waterproof so you didn't need to put them away thankfully.

"Someone is in a dire need of a massage..." You know this playful tone too well. It does start with gentle rubbing and pressing before it would escalate to something far more pleasurable...

>"Yes please..."
It has been a while.

>"Not today, Dear. I am as lively as a wilted plant."
You absolutely hate to turn her down but it is too much for your body.

>>3414740
>>"Yes please..."
>It has been a while.

>>3414740
>"Yes please..."

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>>3415184

Your heart almost gave up half way through. It was not her fault; she was going slow, you could not just keep up.

You ended the day by swallowing a handful of pills, one for your lung, two for your heart and finally, a pain dampener. It was time to sleep.

-o-o-o-

You were awaken by heavy thumping that rang your ears. That District Ship will never cease to be an annoyance it seems.

"Goood Morning, Governor. A pleasant night i hope?" The man sitting in the dark corner almost startled you. He wore with one of those Easternized Suits, needlessly expensive by the looks of it. He had the same aura of predatory men in power that you know too well. Intoxicated by life, Invulnerable.

"Who are you? How did you get inside my house?" You addressed the stranger while in your sleepwear. Your wife was still sleeping upstairs, Your prosthetic had a short blade you could retract. Old you may be but you are far from helpless.

The stranger smirked at your aggressive stance " Attacking the Sword-Law on your second day? Unfavorable thing to do if you asked me." He shrugged it off "Yes, yes... it is rude to enter uninvited but we have a pressing matter at hand. Before that, Would you please relocate to the Manor already? This...shack is demeaning for men in our status. It also make you quite a vulnerable target."

>"Get out of my house. Now!"
The Smug bastard thinks he could waltz in wherever he pleases.

>"Quite, The drawbacks of this houshold are growing by the day."
Your wife will have to adjust to the manor

>"I believe i'll stay here, Nakea't."
Paritially out of spite and because your wife likes it here,

>Other.

>>3418917
>>"I believe i'll stay here, Nakea't."
>Partially out of spite and because your wife likes it here,

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The Sword-Law was taken back by your reply, he tightened his slightly loose cravat " Suit yourself. Get dressed, We depart in haste."

While you did not like to be herded like so by this ill mannered man, you chose to oblige for the sake of whatever this emergency was. The Easterner was kind enough to leave as you were getting ready. One quick breakfast later, You kissed your wife goodbye before heading outside.

What a scene it was, his guards were aplenty, t least thrice your company. He was waiting for you in a behemoth of an automobile, had it not been for its wheels, you would have called it a tank. Both Gustav and Roza were equally vexed from such intrusion.

"Great Governor, forgive us. Sword-Law Nakea't Musel forced himself in."

"I am to be blamed, Governor. I should have been more strict even with a Sword-Law."

"It is nothing," You were content to see both of them agreeing on something. "Gustav, with me. Roza, stay here."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

The interior of the automobile was painfully luxurious; anything that could be painted with gold had a wasteful gleam to it. Precious stones sparkled in each corner. It was only your grimace versus his smugness.

"Care for a crystal k-"

"Care to inform me why you barged into my home?" You interrupted him as he was offering you a drink.

The man rolled his eyes "Governor, Oh Governor, Why would you be so hostile with the man who -for the most part- foiled an assassination plot on your behalf?"

"... Explain."

"Yes, yes, while you were enjoy your meeting. I, and prime legislator were in the middle of no where attending to a trio of filthy Westerners who have been anxiously waiting for your arrival...Arrests were made in the hush-hush just a few days before your arrival. You understand how it goes."

"Why are you and the Prime Legislator
involved in this?"

"Good Question," he elegantly took a sip from his drink. " Arudelle and I were the de facto leaders of this good city for these last few weeks. When your secretive Milesons and our Dalal has uncovered said plot, it fell on our shoulders to take certain actions, Ones that may have a drastic effect on the main contient. Of course, with Arudelle being a stubborn woman that she is, she refused to authorize anything from her part until you were officially in power. "
>"I apologize for my aggressive altitude."
Easterner or not, he has done his part to keep you and the city safe.

>" Tell me more..."
There is no doubt they you will be informed about those individuals later on. You do want to hear it from his perspective first.

>"Who knows about this plot so far?"
This is important.

>"Where are we going?"
It seems that you leaving the city but where to?

>Other

>>3420727
>>" Tell me more..."
>There is no doubt they you will be informed about those individuals later on. You do want to hear it from his perspective first.
>>"Who knows about this plot so far?"
>This is important.

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"A little background for you. What do you know about the Under-District?"

"The Sole underground district?"

"Correct, One of the first district ships to settle in made a disastrous mistake and started to drill above an underground cavern. Had not Our bravest Matrahs intervened, hundreds of lives and most importantly millions of Metra would have been lost." The fog of industrialism was slowly fading away, it was being replaced by a soft, natural breeze. Dense tropical forests loomed in the horizon.

"Good Governor Ayyah has repurposed both the cavern and the half-functioning district ship to accommodate most of the low class and those pesky minorities. Her vision was a brilliant city worth every praise, this undesired underbelly was hidden from public eyes and neglected for the most part during her constant expansions. My suggestion to demolish this under district was ignored with her citing that the most beautiful of flowers grow from tasteless soil, all muddy and disgusting."

"Your point?"

"Medehat Kalamah, your economic advisor, has noticed a strange pattern in the Under District, small businesses that would suddenly go bankrupt despite all of your unethical banking '''loans'''. Governor Ayyah dismissed such activities so he went behind her back to me. Couple of Months later, Our collaborative work with the Milesons has revealed the true names of three Westerners who were declared dead two years ago. They were hiding VERY close to a native village. In their shack, we have found an assortment of weapons ranging from rifles to explosive devices. Oh and a plan to bomb your automobile with a trap hidden in a manhole during your first visit to the core tower."

"How do you know they are related to these sudden bankruptcies?"

"Out of 19 Businesses, 15 were owned by fake names used by them." He replied "I doubt we are fully aware of their true identity, they had a lot of forged documents."

"Are we dealing with spies?" The idea has crossed your mind.

"Possibly, I wouldn't rule it out. It could be a lone group of territorians seeking revenge without any backing. It would have been easier for us to tell if they had uttered a single word."

Nameless Westerners, Bankrupting Businesses, Forged Documents and a failed plot... interesting. "Who knows about this plot so far?"

"As few as possible...at least from my side." The Sword-Law has finished his drink "I wouldn't vouch for Arudelle. Most of the leaks that has made it to the press drips from her side just so you know. Do you have any other questions?"

>" That would be all."
for the time being

>"Yes...." (write in)
what do you have to say?

>Other

>>3421122
>interesting that westerners would attack once they have a western mayor leading the town. Any hints that they may have been trying to spark conflict between the east and west here?

>>3421196
westerners =/= northerners
both westerners and southerners are among the minorities
two super powers are the Northern Union and the Eastern Wing Countries

>>3421201
Oh whops
Erm then never mind my question

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>>3421201
>>3421201
now with a bird

>>3421122
>"Yes...." (write in)
what do you have to say?

Were the businesses connected by way of the same bank loaning or type? These forged documents, what was their content and did they themselves forge them? How are you so sure the leaks did not come from your side?

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"The Union Bank had offered loans to 5 businesses, the rest resorted to the Longwhite Bank which has higher interests but an extended period of time to repay. "

"And the papers?"

"False Contracts, checks, credentials, Identities and certificates of varying qualities. Some are purely made by amateurs, Others are on par with your typical spywork. It is the strongest lead we have. No Eastern documents however, ours are usually verified by the arcane." You know this fact too well. It made espionage during the great war a tricky endeavor from your side.

The scenery around you was slowly changing to a de-forested area dotted by colossal machinery which were digging its autonomous claws into the soil. It was a bumpy road. Good thing he had finished his drink, otherwise, he would have spilled it all over.

"Another question if you don't mind...about past leaks. How are you so confident in your words?"

"You mean the leaks?" He laughed at your expense " You see, I and all who fall under my authority follow the Tagneem Kano, The Divine Law . My title is not a meaningless one. I AM the sword of the law. Under most circumstances, those in power who are proven to break the pillars of our laws are put to the sword. We are not so lenient when it comes to punishment. Discipline and Obedience. Governor Ayyah wanted to abolish said rules, the very same rules that made the Eastern Wing what they are."

You wonder if life has any value in the eastern part of the world with rampant execution and slavery. If only the great war has broken their pride alongside their backwater traditions.

The Automobile stopped at a small watch tower overlooking stretches of bronze salts. The wind immediately started to blow the moment you stepped outside with Gustav and the Sword-Law.

Together, you went down a hatch to an underground bunker. Cold and Grey walls, every step in these long corridors echoes. You were finally face to face with the Prime legislator.

"Governor Jonathan, Woefully sorry for bringing you here, It is a matter of utmost importance ." A redhead woman reaching for her forties, her face had a lot of freckles which was dizzying to look at in the first place.

"So where are our guests?"

"The Room beyond but..." she paused " I would like to get the other advisors involved in this as well so your can formulate the best possible decision possible."

"Governor, Governor, what good are they here? You have me and your Kinswoman to consult! The more people involved in this, the harder will it be to contain it!" The Easterner objected fiercely.

>"I value all of my advisors. Bring them here."
Even if they did little. Transparency matters the most to you.

>"Let us proceed without them."
You don't need them at the moment

>"I actually prefer having...." (write in a specific advisor/anyone of note to come here )
their opinion is valuable.

>"Gustav, What do you think?"
Sometimes, the best solution comes out of the most unexpected places.

>Other

>>3421596
>>"I value all of my advisors. Bring them here."
>Even if they did little. Transparency matters the most to you.

>>3421596
>Gustav what do you think?

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>>3421705
>>3421614

"Gustav, what says you?"

"Me?" He looked surprised " Prime Legislator may have a point. We need them more than ever."

It took three hours for everyone to be present, excluding your economic advisor, everyone was oblivious on what was going on.

You and the rest were lead to a large room with a one way mirror where each one of them was tied to a single metal chair.

A bald man in his forties.

A Heavily scarred girl in her late teens.

A Scrawny man in his early thirties.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," The Sword-Law addressed the rest "This three individuals of Western origins were planning to kill our new governor. So far, none has chose to cooperate..."

From your side, you saw men and women interrogating the trio with different verbal approaches with no success "They are not willing to cooperate which leaves us with little choices to consider."

"I know where are you going...Governor, Nakea't wants you to break the Humanitarian rights law signed by both sides . He wants you to authorize torturing them for something that they might not have! " The Prime Legislator immediately went to the point.

"What other alternatives do we have? Would you like us to simply report our findings to the main continents? With no ground evidence, the Union and the Wing will turn over their territories only to escalate the problem further. No one needs to know, If you too paranoid, the associated personnel can be easily disposed of..."

"THE AUDACITY! " Arudelle's hands wavered in unfiltered rage "Look at him! So eager to KILL and MAIM at the drop of a hat! They ar-"

"I AM doing what is the best for Arkuland, The East, The North, EVERYONE! The lives of the few are NOTHING for the greater good yo-"

"SILENCE!" You had enough "You did not bring me here to witness children bickering about. Everyone, please suggest the best course of action so i may consider it."

" Ignore the laws made for civil men, Torture them until they squeal. Dispose of working personnel should the need arises... We must act swiftly before another incident takes place." said Sword-Law Nakea't Musel.

" We must abide to our laws regardless of the situation. We will continue our interrogations while working on our current evidences to uproots the likes of them. Then we will make everything public." said Prime Legislator Arudelle Cenidekt.

"With each passing month, The Northern Union and The Eastern Wing demand more and more of us. An economic instability from any similar attack will have a negative impact on our dwindling budget. I hate to admit this but i stand with Sword-Law Nakea't ." said Medehat Kalamah, your economic advisor.

"What a fine choice sir Nakea't has offered. The Sooner were are done with these rebels, the better we can focus on our campaign against the barbaric natives." said Aukustus Darvin, your military advisor.

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>>3421614
>>3421705

"Why not publicize it right now? This is OUR problem, not the Union's, not the Wings . Both the government and the people should work together to find an end to this. I have faith in the good people of this city, they will help us in their own way. We have nothing to hide." said Eliza Kazzan, Your social advisor.

"I...sense great pain in ... these vessels. For the sake of this country...A Matrah can perform a forbidden ritual...A sin to peer into one's soul...the guilt will eat A Matrah's soul from inside...The Da'eea...will despise you for...such sacrilege. Their anger...will be unending..." whispered Kemer Kasoof, Your arcane advisor.

" I am always an advocate of peace, son. With all due to respect, I do not approve of violent approaches to this problem. Why not let one or two go free? We can follow them up close. Someday, they will slip and we will be there to catch them! " said Noskk Akaravich, your technological advisor.

>....

>>3421770
>" We must abide to our laws regardless of the situation. We will continue our interrogations while working on our current evidences to uproots the likes of them. Then we will make everything public." said Prime Legislator Arudelle Cenidekt.

I believe Prime Legislator Arudelle's course of action is the best plan for now. We should not involve the citizenry in this manner, lest we cause undue stress on the populace as well as tip our hands to unknown parties that their comrades are currently within our custody. Sword Law Nakea't, do you know of any private investigators or former spies who do not follow your Tagneem Kano that would be able to go undercover and attempt to find out more than what your men are able to?

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"An insult that i will overlook, that. Of course they are many Easterners influenced by the North to abandon the divine law seeking more private lawless establishments but i assure you: i and Coremaster Jacob Vangree take it very seriously to uncover rats and filth in my department. The Coremaster has been very helpful this whole time. " He was pretty scornful with you siding with the Prime Legislator. "If you do have not faith in our supreme Dalal, you can find what you need with the Milesons."

"We already have both of our agencies scattered all over the Under-district. We don't need any external help." said Arudelle with a more pleasant tone. A former spy peacefully living the rest of his days here is impossible. Almost all of the former Eastern spies are enjoying a heavily monitored new life in their homeland or in the bottom of the ocean having outlive their usefulness.

It was settled. All of you were to sign a document signifying your decision. It will also protect you and the rest should something happen to the prisoners.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

"Enjoy the rest of your day, Governor. I will be seeing you tomorrow in the tower with better news, i hope." Waved the Sword-Law at you as he and the rest of were returning back to the city. You were provided with another automobile with her own set of guards should you desire to return alone without any company.

>Return to the city with Gustav
The Silver guard is on edge as always

>Ask someone to accompany you on the way back (write in who-excluding Sword-Law )
Gustav is a good company but the man pours most of his attention on any potential threat.

>Other

Last post for this thread. Tell me what do you think so far. Would anyone be so kind to archive this thread? just put Jonathan wells in the tag next to collective game, governor quest so it can stick out. the thread will the birds looking to the right is most likely me. same as here

>>3422058
>Ask someone to accompany you on the way back (write in who-excluding Sword-Law )
Gustav is a good company but the man pours most of his attention on any potential threat.
>Eliza Kazzan, Your social advisor.

Eliza, I'm sorry, Miss Kazzan, you seem to have your hand on the pulse of the city. I would like to know if there any private investigators who do not particularly follow the edicts of Sword-Law Nakea't nor Prime Legislator Arudelle who would be of further assistance in this endeavor, though, it should go without saying, the individual would have to be extremely discreet about this matter. I don't want people to worry about this until we have it completely under control.

Can do boss.

>>3422058
>Ask someone to accompany you on the way back (write in who-excluding Sword-Law )
>Eliza Kazzan, Your social advisor.

>>3422058
Pretty good intrigue so far. I enjoy the number of choices we have at our disposal and prefer the slower, more methodical approach of your quest. Each character feels like an individual, even with brief encounters, because of the background information provided, such as their clothes and demeanor. I also greatly appreciate you taking into consideration all of the player choices and writing them in as best you are able to.

>>3422460
thank you
>>3423000