ERode

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

Zeroth moment.

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

Ehhh, I would say that considering the commoner-to-noble population in the world itself, we are more than well-represented in terms of the blue-bloods.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

That’s a strange way of saying “write posts on Google Docs”.

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

Ey, don't die.

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

Alas, you see, the central conceit of that world is that they can acknowledge he's a superhuman warrior, literally built different compared to the rest of humanity...but they'll still shit on him and hit him with bureaucracy because fuck the muggles pew pew.

Mashle is more a comedy though, so it works out aight for people to be stupid and simple.

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

Man, Wistoria just came out, and you can really feel that this is the same author who wrote DanMachi.



Truly sword in a wizard world.

Iris Ascendis

I'm fine with either glossing over the fabric shopping or sticking with it, Nanaya. Whichever you think would flow better.

Iris Ascendis

_@Nanaya

Otis’s eyebrows lifted slightly at Scuzzy’s assessment. Vouivre leather? He was able to tell that it was a material as potent as that, even in such a warped, degraded form? The Strigidae himself had thought that Chloe’s dress was fancy but mundane, that it had burned away due to the ambient heat of Instructor Alto’s Ethos. To have such material sabotaged, however?

His eyebrows furrowed, the faintest bit of displeasure surfacing.

Within the World Between Doors, he could manifest any manner of precious materials, but what of it? Fantastic constructions made without consideration for scarcity were impermanent, transient. Even if it was the case that the essence was extracted from the material and placed into another such substance, that was simply a waste. One could remove the durability of stone and grant it to water, but one container was better than the other for maintaining such rupa. From a scholar’s perspective, it was interesting. From a craftsman’s perspective?

“It’s absolutely sacrilegious.”

Did Chloe even know what she was wearing?

“But I’ll be taking full advantage of your discount then, Scuzzy. And, in consideration to your discerning eye, I request your counsel with regards to fabric selection. Though this is indeed a waste, one can consider this an exercise in the value of subtraction as well. What fabrics and patterns do you believe would best highlight what remains of this leather?”

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

And getting one out before the weekend hits.

Also...

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

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//Rhinecliff Estate
_{@Estylwen@Click This}

“Untouched by the most recent war as it was, Odonfield has been doing wonderfully, Duchess Agustria,” Laurent replied, sipping at his own cup of tea. “I’ve no real understanding of the specifics of architecture myself, but I’m glad you find joy in the work of our scholars and students. And if you have designs of poaching them for the Grand Banks...well, I ask that you pay them well.”

The duty of nobility was chiefly to delegate, after all. Though one could indulge in a particular skillset, between the politics and the administration and the sheer performance of it, one could never specialize. Perhaps some households prided themselves in raising exemplars as heirs, and perhaps other households made themselves the chief authority of whatever trade gave their territory fame, but in the end, there was simply no time. He owned grand libraries, but Duke Rhinecliff would never read even a quarter of what he opened up to the universities.

He simply gave the next generation an opportunity to prove themselves better than the last.

He simply invested.

And though it was merely a “coincidence” that everything fell into place here, it was always lovely to see returns come in. The Duke favoured Asteria with a grateful smile as she spoke of developments in Hathforth. The build-up of the military, and the construction of defensive fortresses around the city-state. Merchants from faraway lands had brought tales of rulers and despots who could not live without waging war, and the confiscation of the Seeds from the Glasic Fields seemed to indicate a particular desire. And that wasn’t even taking into consideration that the Wizard-Queen’s artifact was rumored to be capable of summoning an army of monsters to begin with.

But war against what?

It was worth dwelling upon.

Did she intend on taxing the ducal territories specifically so she could fund the military force necessary to overthrow the current wards and install her puppet-governors? Did she possess imperial ambitions, seeking to go further eastwards and claiming more for her seat of power? Or was this pre-emptive, the shoring up of defenses in case rebellion struck from the outside rather than the inside?

Regardless of what it was, it was unsustainable. All it would take would be for taxes from richer territories to dry up and she’d have an army of discontent, disloyal soldiers to contend with. He glanced towards Mirie. She’d understand that, no doubt.

“Well, it appears we’ve exchanged one dreary topic for another,” Laurent said. “I certainly hope it hasn’t caused you to lose your appetite though; the venison’s from a doe I hunted personally, just this morning!”

The duke made a bit of a show of slicing a cut for himself, the aroma of well-cooked meat intensifying as the blade cut cleanly through. Accompanied with a berry-based sauce, and it was rustic yet perfect bite.

“Still, Mene, was funding the Wizard-Queen’s war chest the reason that you sought my treasury? Or did you have other designs in mind?”