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I think you meant to make an interest check
Skylar said
Yeah no. Greywind is out to profit. Capitalist to the core and not ashamed to admit it. If you can't offer her a profit, it won't be in her self-interest to be cooperative.But I do admit, having her kicked off the council and become a independent player could become interesting in its own right. Or a reason why you'd want to keep her on despite trouble.
Jarvis Pentaphraxis
Stats: Assets 5 / Power 0 / Production 1 / Influence 5 / Charm 5
The high, elaborate doors of the council chamber swung open, revealing a confident figure outlined by the brighter lights of the reception room behind him. He was clad in a suit as black as pre-descent night sky, with golden buttons that twinkled like starlight on the immutable background of space as they all had seen on holo-vids explorers often recorded. He held not papers, or devices; everything he needed was secured within his mind. More ostensible perhaps, was the fact that he was barefoot which he intended as a symbol not only to the masses of commoners outside, but as a message to those in this room. Jarvis paused slightly, taking in the grandiose room at a glance - taking note of the sole chair that was yet unoccupied. He strode around the table in an paced, dignified manner that was held much at odds with his filthy feet leaving brown print on the pristine marble floor.
Slap. Slap. Slap. He slowly strode without a word to the empty chair.
Jarvis did not make a motion to sit down. Instead he stood directly behind the back of the richly color, almost regal chair that contrasted with his darker than black regalia further still.
The man placed his right hand on the back of the chair, and lifted his gaze to survey the councilors assembled there before him. A long pause hung before him, tempting to be broken. But he held it.
Having increased the tension to the breaking point, he took a deep inner breath. In. Out. The expectant faces before him held a wide array of emotion - expectation, interest, annoyance and - what was that? A twinkle of contempt?
"We are all people of Dakhen."
"Regardless of our callings and creeds, of our agreements and disagreements. We all still tightly hold the thin thread of love for our homeland."
[pause]
"Each of us have... our own reasons for being here. Some may be considered noble - out of pride, others of honor, or duty. Some may be selfish or even immoral."
Jarvis swung his arm that had rested on the chair in a sweeping gesture - taking in the room, the palace, the throngs of people outside. The entire pillar itself. He held it outstretched, palm facing the seated councilors.
"It does not matter to me what your motivations are.", he said in a voice louder than was necessary in this room.
In a quieter voice, he continued: "We all have an absolute, unwavering vested interest in the survival of Dakhen which at this current time, fellow councilors, is not assured."
"As long as the results of your individual pursuits - regardless of what they may be, further our common goal, I cannot deride you with word or action."
"What say you, my allies...?"
Stats: Assets 5 / Power 0 / Production 1 / Influence 5 / Charm 5
The high, elaborate doors of the council chamber swung open, revealing a confident figure outlined by the brighter lights of the reception room behind him. He was clad in a suit as black as pre-descent night sky, with golden buttons that twinkled like starlight on the immutable background of space as they all had seen on holo-vids explorers often recorded. He held not papers, or devices; everything he needed was secured within his mind. More ostensible perhaps, was the fact that he was barefoot which he intended as a symbol not only to the masses of commoners outside, but as a message to those in this room. Jarvis paused slightly, taking in the grandiose room at a glance - taking note of the sole chair that was yet unoccupied. He strode around the table in an paced, dignified manner that was held much at odds with his filthy feet leaving brown print on the pristine marble floor.
Slap. Slap. Slap. He slowly strode without a word to the empty chair.
Jarvis did not make a motion to sit down. Instead he stood directly behind the back of the richly color, almost regal chair that contrasted with his darker than black regalia further still.
The man placed his right hand on the back of the chair, and lifted his gaze to survey the councilors assembled there before him. A long pause hung before him, tempting to be broken. But he held it.
Having increased the tension to the breaking point, he took a deep inner breath. In. Out. The expectant faces before him held a wide array of emotion - expectation, interest, annoyance and - what was that? A twinkle of contempt?
"We are all people of Dakhen."
"Regardless of our callings and creeds, of our agreements and disagreements. We all still tightly hold the thin thread of love for our homeland."
[pause]
"Each of us have... our own reasons for being here. Some may be considered noble - out of pride, others of honor, or duty. Some may be selfish or even immoral."
Jarvis swung his arm that had rested on the chair in a sweeping gesture - taking in the room, the palace, the throngs of people outside. The entire pillar itself. He held it outstretched, palm facing the seated councilors.
"It does not matter to me what your motivations are.", he said in a voice louder than was necessary in this room.
In a quieter voice, he continued: "We all have an absolute, unwavering vested interest in the survival of Dakhen which at this current time, fellow councilors, is not assured."
"As long as the results of your individual pursuits - regardless of what they may be, further our common goal, I cannot deride you with word or action."
"What say you, my allies...?"
Sooo how will stat stuff work. What are all the categories and what besides religion influences them. If there is need to tech up, then you need to come up with a progression for people to advance through or something like it. Its better to let people come up with their own beliefs and assign bonuses to them which you approve... just make sure of balance.
I hope she does not become wishy-washy and cooperative... she by far has the most game-changing industry
Just waiting to be last member to arrive
Just waiting to be last member to arrive
sure, ill make that ambiguous in the future. Is the response indeed positive? I can go back an quick edit if need be.
gowia said
I think when we are ready is better.Also I am going to try and and get an intro post for the council meeting up.
Voting to move would be great, but a week is enough time as well, we just had a slowish start this season because of late joiners like me
[Second Post]
Jarvis Pentaphraxis
~ Address to the gathered crowds of peasants from up high on the family Keep balcony overlooking the slums ~
People of Dakhen!
There are those whose only desire is to enslave you!
[pauses as crowd yells its disapproval]
Will you be their willing, obedient biosynth abominations?
[pauses as crowd roars in anger]
The world you have long known ends here and now.
[brief silent pause]
We will create Dakhen anew!
No longer will capricious men holds the reigns of our lives!
Cast off the clinging chains that seek to bind you!
[pause for raucous fanatical yelling to die down]
I now walk as one of you, barefoot, to the gates of the palace, and asketh of men within:
"Do you take bread from the mouth of the hungry?"
"Do you tread on them as you would an insect?"
"Do you find pleasure in the suffering of our mother Dakhen?"
Their souls will suffice this day as a reckoner against them.
[crowd erupts in tumult and enthusiasm not see in such cowed people for many a generation]
Jarvis Pentaphraxis
People of Dakhen!
There are those whose only desire is to enslave you!
[pauses as crowd yells its disapproval]
Will you be their willing, obedient biosynth abominations?
[pauses as crowd roars in anger]
The world you have long known ends here and now.
[brief silent pause]
We will create Dakhen anew!
No longer will capricious men holds the reigns of our lives!
Cast off the clinging chains that seek to bind you!
[pause for raucous fanatical yelling to die down]
I now walk as one of you, barefoot, to the gates of the palace, and asketh of men within:
"Do you take bread from the mouth of the hungry?"
"Do you tread on them as you would an insect?"
"Do you find pleasure in the suffering of our mother Dakhen?"
Their souls will suffice this day as a reckoner against them.
[crowd erupts in tumult and enthusiasm not see in such cowed people for many a generation]
Im a sucker for space opera, so I might join up
What are rules to physics / tech / space travel going to be like?
Personally I favor the Dota2 way of "Let everyone be uniquely overpowered so that their stupidly strong abilities balance each others and make it fair".
What are rules to physics / tech / space travel going to be like?
Personally I favor the Dota2 way of "Let everyone be uniquely overpowered so that their stupidly strong abilities balance each others and make it fair".
didn't post orders yet because I want to see how the council meeting goes first, it may decide a lot of things
either we jump to the meeting, or wait a bit longer for a few more talk-talk on the nets from Lanc, William and Nilrem
either we jump to the meeting, or wait a bit longer for a few more talk-talk on the nets from Lanc, William and Nilrem
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