for imperial_saga

[thirdtenkaistar]

1)

[The Drought in Budehuc was so severe that the projected harvest will be smaller then previous years, to a point where it may not last the whole winter. Thomas has been locked away in his office for the last several days as he balances the books. Finally, he opened the door for you]

Please come in, If it's a...a...about the harvest - I'm sorry, I am still finding the best solution possible for the people


2)

[Oh look, Lord Thomas is playing with some dogs... and now several of them are following him around like baby ducklings]

Ah... I don't have anything else, I'm sorry.

[he starts kneeling to pet them]

If I could take you guys home, I would...

3)

Excuse me!

[The young lord from the podunk country burst out, interrupting a heated debate between two bigger factions over how to deal with some threat]

I'm so-so-sorry, but I cannot just continue to listen without speaking up. But... this argument is petty! As we fight... the enemy is gathering it's strength. I... I know we all do not always get along, but we must work together or fall.

[agree, disagree, tell him to stfu?]

4)

[Where is Thomas? You were sent to find him when he didn't come out of the Library, and you discover him clinging for dear life on top of a ladder. Now what?]

Comments

3

[armstronger]

[ Olivier pauses. She had expected that the diminutive lord would have simply remained on the sidelines, with how intimidated he looked. ]

The enemy is always gathering its strength. That's why we need to know where everyone in the empire stands.

[ Part of her wants to just agree with Thomas, but realistically, cooperation often requires a bit of coercion. ]

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[thirdtenkaistar]

[Thomas let out a breath as he steadies himself]

I am certain even if some of us are sworn enemies that they would prefer to leave old feuds rather then risk being overrun. While they will always gather strength, wouldn't it best to strike quickly?

[He knows he's no military tactician, but the bickering was getting to him]

[armstronger]

As much as I'd prefer that kind of efficiency, nothing gets done in this empire without a lot of posturing. There's too much incompetence to get away from it.

[ She huffs, turning to look down at the boy. He seems adamant in his softness; but he's also no soldier. ]

Can you convince everyone to think the same as you do?