I think the slogan of this RP should be "And then, things got worse."
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Sorry I haven't responded, I've been in the Canary Islands and the wifi in my hotel was shit. I'm definitely even more interested now that you've posted that update, although of course some things are still a bit vague/need explanation. Count me in!
Sorry guys, I've been in the Canary Islands and the wifi in my hotel was shit.
What happened
What happened
I think a dike would be a lot better than a wall, since it gives us altitude and thus knowledge of wider swathes of territory (if it's built high enough, of course), and could easily be made defensible with the addition of fortifications, along with the benefits that dikes grant (higher volume of water and faster running water in general---harder to find fords and thus more difficult for would-be besiegers). But it's up to you all.
@Shorticus And thanks for posting that little tidbit about Eliz, I wrote that post while I was in class (lel) so I didn't have a lot of chance to look around. I've edited some of the errors and made it a bit more readable as well.
What does everyone think of Dunlad's proposal?
@Shorticus And thanks for posting that little tidbit about Eliz, I wrote that post while I was in class (lel) so I didn't have a lot of chance to look around. I've edited some of the errors and made it a bit more readable as well.
What does everyone think of Dunlad's proposal?
Dunlad felt as if his efforts the past season had all been for naught. He had conducted a sacrifice to Luigibaid, eager to earn his blessing. And, indeed, Clan Aonghus had; but by what perverted design had it come to pass that, even with the gods' favor, their lands had been overrun by flooding? From whence did this deluge come?
Not to mention that that crone Eliz had poisoned one of the only sweet wells that they had had available to them. With the suggestions that the other council members had made already, it was clear that they would require some form of assistance to achieve their ambitions. Redirecting water courses took manpower; and Dunlad only hoped, if the Council did indeed acquiesce to Seòras' fool counsel, that it was not the old witch they sent to parley.
After a pause in the deliberations, his fingers fingering his thick calfskin belt, Dunlad spoke his peace.
"I'm in agreement with the Chief," he began, shivering in the damp chill of the hall even with the fire crackling in the hearth, "Redirecting the water and constructing a basin would give us an ample water supply; furthermore, the construction of a dike along the water's edge would grant us the advantage of altitude, as well as protection from future floodwaters."
"However," he continued, eyeing Seòras critically, "I believe that redirecting the river's course towards the Gearlati would only deprive us of much needed water, while being costly to boot. Further, you need not be Mardoc to know that the Gearlati lands are hill country. No river can climb uphill, now can it? The Gearlit are cloistered folk too, and don't much care to come down from their mountain halls; that stretch o' plain there'd be far too open for their like, I think."
"We'd best focus our effort on our own ilk, not for some crafty miners who can scarce till a field of wheat without digging too deeply. They're well-watered enough as it stands, with those fresh mountain springs, while we sit here up to our eyelids."
Dunlad petitions the aid of the Council in leading a diplomatic expedition to Clan Andal. Being a devout of Luigibaid, Dunlad forwards that he is the best candidate for the job; and, furthermore, should the recent floods ruin the year's crop, Clan Aonghus could ask for relief from Andal's ample larders. Dunlad is interested in how Andal has been able to produce so much with such insalubrious and infertile fields, and suspects that the knowledge he gleans there might assist in the efforts to stymie the flooding (thinking that the Clan has dabbled in certain irrigation techniques that Aonghus might employ as well).
"I need an escort, needless to say; a few good gallocmen should be enough, I think, and a well-intentioned gift to slick them up. They're simple folk, I surmise, but fierce, and they'd be fiercer friends still if we offer a favor."
"And," he added, in acerbic tones, "I'll be sure not to give insult."
Not to mention that that crone Eliz had poisoned one of the only sweet wells that they had had available to them. With the suggestions that the other council members had made already, it was clear that they would require some form of assistance to achieve their ambitions. Redirecting water courses took manpower; and Dunlad only hoped, if the Council did indeed acquiesce to Seòras' fool counsel, that it was not the old witch they sent to parley.
After a pause in the deliberations, his fingers fingering his thick calfskin belt, Dunlad spoke his peace.
"I'm in agreement with the Chief," he began, shivering in the damp chill of the hall even with the fire crackling in the hearth, "Redirecting the water and constructing a basin would give us an ample water supply; furthermore, the construction of a dike along the water's edge would grant us the advantage of altitude, as well as protection from future floodwaters."
"However," he continued, eyeing Seòras critically, "I believe that redirecting the river's course towards the Gearlati would only deprive us of much needed water, while being costly to boot. Further, you need not be Mardoc to know that the Gearlati lands are hill country. No river can climb uphill, now can it? The Gearlit are cloistered folk too, and don't much care to come down from their mountain halls; that stretch o' plain there'd be far too open for their like, I think."
"We'd best focus our effort on our own ilk, not for some crafty miners who can scarce till a field of wheat without digging too deeply. They're well-watered enough as it stands, with those fresh mountain springs, while we sit here up to our eyelids."
Dunlad petitions the aid of the Council in leading a diplomatic expedition to Clan Andal. Being a devout of Luigibaid, Dunlad forwards that he is the best candidate for the job; and, furthermore, should the recent floods ruin the year's crop, Clan Aonghus could ask for relief from Andal's ample larders. Dunlad is interested in how Andal has been able to produce so much with such insalubrious and infertile fields, and suspects that the knowledge he gleans there might assist in the efforts to stymie the flooding (thinking that the Clan has dabbled in certain irrigation techniques that Aonghus might employ as well).
"I need an escort, needless to say; a few good gallocmen should be enough, I think, and a well-intentioned gift to slick them up. They're simple folk, I surmise, but fierce, and they'd be fiercer friends still if we offer a favor."
"And," he added, in acerbic tones, "I'll be sure not to give insult."
Count me interested (at the very least) as well. I think you've presented a very well thought out magic system. Although I would like to see what kind of story path we would be following before giving a definitive yes or no.
DAMN that twist though, what a post.
I think Dunlad will be in agreement with the wall building scenario. Or rather a dike by the river to regulate water levels and prevent flooding in the future. If that's possible?
I think Dunlad will be in agreement with the wall building scenario. Or rather a dike by the river to regulate water levels and prevent flooding in the future. If that's possible?
Yo @Lexicon, just want to say that was a really well-written post, will definitely be using it for inspiration in the future for how to get in the mind of a character in this world! Good job!
Dunlad post coming (hopefully) tomorrow to get you all up to date on some hot farming action.
Dunlad post coming (hopefully) tomorrow to get you all up to date on some hot farming action.
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