Subject: If you just want a hermitage...
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Posted on: 2018-04-15 19:59:00 UTC
...and you don’t plan on being involved in politics, Baron Iximaz would be happy to give you a plot of land...
(All you have to give me in return is your alliance in voting. :3)
Since the nomination thread is rather dead at the moment and about to fall off the front page, it's about time to call some elections and ask for more opinions in others.
First off, I think it's safe to say, Larfen J. Stocke, esq. and Hieronymus Graubart, please come to the podium to receive your official Permission Giver hats! Congratulations, both of you.
Second, to keep all the results in one place, Akrinor has been elected as a Discord moderator for about two weeks now.
Third, I, Tomash was nominated for moderator (which, if it had gone through, would have been my second time holding that position per this post). Given that PoorCynic objected, and not many people actually had an opinion, I'm going to say the nomination fails (barring the case that almost no one actually saw the nomination and a whole pile of people come out to be in favor of it).
Now, on to potentially unfinished business:
doctorlit has six votes below, and the only person who's unsure about the nomination is doctorlit himself, who's concerned he won't be active enough to be a good PG. I'm currently interpreting his post about this as being hesitant about taking the job but not actually turning it down, so I'll say if we get another 5-6 more people in support of the nomination, doctorlit will get a hat too.
- Tomash
First of all, let it be known to all that Baron Vixenmage of the Diskord and the Riding has been absent from these shores for a year or more; therefore, to ensure the succour of the Barony, it has been divided between Baronies Juliette and Eshakhar.
Now, let the new Barons of the Union of Plort come forth, that each may choose their lands under the Edict. Behold, the map of Konti-Nyuum!
The five nations of the Union stand united under the Council of Plort, each under the military authority of its barons. In Borrd [the Board], oldest of our lands, six barons hold the reins of governance. Wechi [the Wiki] has but one baron, while Ozerbord [the Other Board], empty now save for a few visitors and Protector Tomash, has and needs none.
The Riding of Sittorese [story-writing, crossovers] is quartered under four, while the divided halves of the Diskord [Discord], the Geymez [games] and La Wunj [lounge, chat] regions to west and east, are guarded by one apiece.
Let the barons come forth and declare their ordinary residences, and the lands of their interests. Then shall the Edict of Bast be invoked, and present to them their new baronies.
[In other words: say which countries you associate most with, ie which parts of the community you're most involved in, and I'll plot out a barony for you. It will always include your castle, if you have one; so go ahead and name where that is.]
~Huinesoron, Baron of Plort
I, the overenthusiastic newbie, would like to know more about the Union of Plort, and whether I can get knighted.
(Haha, I wish 10K people came across Plort every day...!)
Hear, o newcomer, the tale of this battlemented isle, this fortress in the northern seas, this bastion of Kanun, this legacy of Jay and Acacia. Hear of the legacy of our proud Union, of the trials of its past, the great names which have been spoken in these fabled halls, the battles that have been fought and the treaties which have been forged. Hear and wonder, o new-come to Konti-Nyuum; hear now the...
History of the Protectorate of Plort, Konti-Nyuum
(And when you've read the History, you can jump to the Beginners' Guide to figure out what in the name of Spelin Tam-Ara is going on. ^_^)
hS
Yes, Diskord - with its rolling hills, and misty mornings, and the long fields of rustling grass, and all the wolves and buzzards that are constantly following me around waiting for me to be weakened enough by the elements to that they can eat me.
Ah, but the Riding of Sittories! How can I forget her gulleys, her dramatic crags, her majestic pine trees, like pillars to hold up Heaven itself, and the wild dogs and crows that replace the wolves and buzzards and also follow me around waiting to eat me.
But worry not for me! Call me not 'vagrant' or 'homeless'; for I am an eternal wanderer, and my castle is the land, itself - yes, all its high, cold places, to the damp, dark ones, with their roots and secrets.
But, y'know, I think a shack would be nice. Or at least some sort of umbrella. And perhaps something to scare all the hungry wild animals off me.
I probably ought to get a proper flag, too, given that my current one, made out of a potato sack drawn on with charcoal, has been torn terribly over the years, partially on account of all those wolves and buzzards and such.
(I always did feel like my relationship to fandom and the PPC was generally pretty well analogous to an ambulatory homeless man
Lord knows how that Barony ended up on him!
And, uh, I should also probably figure that whole heraldry stuff out, too.)
The Barony of Vixenmage shall not be divided as heretofore stated; rather, it shall pass in its entirety to Baron Larf J. Stockins. Enclosed by the Meibot and the mountains, bordering the open sea and the deep forests of Kar'eer, let it be a home for his wanderings henceforth.
Also let him declare an actual place of abode, since addressing things to 'somewhere in Plort' doesn't work very well. ;) If he does not, a region in the gulleyed regions of north-eastern Sittorese shall be designated the Larfen J. Hovel, and all mail be forwarded there.
(You could probably just have a shack on the outskirts of La Wunj = the Lounge and go for that. It wouldn't be the first Baronial Lean-To.)
~Huinesoron, Baron of Plort, speaking the terms of the Edict
In those days, the citizens of Diskord were debating among themselves, for many of them had concerns about the state of the Confederation.
"There should be a circle of Writin," many said, "so we may properly worship the gods again."
The Dizzy Chords and even the cities of Borrd (for there had been some worry there about the Diskorders weakness of faith) rang out in support of this idea, and then the Mords made it so.
Then, through his stone, Sir Tomash spoke, saying "We should build a hall of welcome at the port of Landen-zon, so that foreigners coming to our land may hear of the customs of Plort before venturing too far inland." The people of Diskord agreed this was a good idea, and the Mords made it so, setting aside a place for the hall, which was built and richly decorated with illustrations from the Efawkews.
Then, another proposal arose from the distributed crowd. "We ought create a circle for discussions of the Marizu, so we may better prepare ourselves for battle." The Mords heard this, and, since they thought the proposal a good one, made it so. The new circle was named Badvik, after the mountains in which many of the knights of Plort had trained over the long years.
Since some discussion was going on, Baroness Juliette, who was speaking while traveling to the council, said "Shall we elect new Mords? I often watch the stones alone, and this is wearying. There is also rarely any Mord awake when I sleep, leaving our fair land unwatched." The citizens chattered amongst themselves, and wondered who would make a good Mord. "Not I" said just about everyone, for their own reasons. Within the chatter came a shout, "Akrinor for Mord!".
This proved to be a rather popular idea, since Akrinor was well-respected within the Confederation and often awake when the Mords slept. So the initial shout grew into a chant of "AK-RIN-OR! AK-RIN-OR!"
Akrinor was reluctant to take the power offered to him at first, but eventually he declared "I will do it, for now. If, within the month, anyone objects to my rule or I realize I do not want the robe, I will step down."
Hearing this, Baron PC, who held the Master Stone, which could raise Mords, brought Akrinor to his castle. There, he draped a fine purple robe, the symbol of the Mords, over Akrinor, and stood before his stone, proclaiming: "Ahteverione," he began, the magic words causing stones to glow or vibrate throughout Plort, "behold Akrinor, the Mord you have chosen!"
And thus, Akrinor joined the ranks of the Mords, kicking off a round of celebration and feasting throughout the land.
(( Since recent Discord stuff needing Plortifying.
Everyone with lines has approved of them.
- Tomash ))
The classic geography of far-eastern Konti-Nyuum would say that Landen-zon is probably on the coast east of La Wunj, at the mouth of the Nechsiv. That's certainly possible, but it continues to leave the Diskord very empty, particularly in the east.
Is it possible that this is a previously-unmentioned port at the mouth of the Sozeri, down on the southern coast? We'd need to add another break in the reefs (so what else is new?), but it would give more space for people to expand on the stories of the Diskord.
hS
I think near the Nechsiv would make sense, since that puts the place in Chaett and near a baronial seat.
Or we could hypothecically drop a river through Baroness Juliette's territory.
Or ... heck if I know, I forgot to think about geography.
- Tomash
'I can smell the blood on ye, hound! Ye blasphemous wolf, dripping in the blood of the innocent and the wretched! Away, away, I say!' Larf J. Stockins waved his crossbow, his trusty Finch, in the air. It groaned and whined and was a single knock away from exploding into woody shards. This was fine for Larf J. Stockins, who tended to have more various injuries on his body than he did clean water. But it certainly wasn't for the courier.
'Errrrrrr,' said the courier, clutching the message, hunching down. It had actually not been particularly difficult to track down Larf J. Stockins, on account of the small battalion of carnivores that always seemed to follow him everywhere. You had a lot of things to follow - tracks, signs of destruction and struggle, blood, horrified villagers.
It was these signs that he followed, to here - a desolate coastal field, the wind battering the thin grass, sea mist swirling around the knifelike grey stones at the bottom of those warped layered cliffs. His hair was flowing, and his tunic, and the message flapped in his hands, trying to escape. It didn't seem very baronial. It might have made a good spot to dump the body of a baron you didn't like very much, but that was it.
'Don't make me shoot! I will do it, sir! And even though I am entirely unable to restock my supply of bolts, for sheer lack of resources, shoot I will, if I find it necessary!'
The messenger was trying to sweat, but the wind kept pulling it off his face. 'Sire, uh, Larf, I have a message for you.'
'And I to you!' he, again, waved the crossbow at him. It groaned like a dying man.
'You have become a baron, sire.'
'Er?' Larf J. Stockins tilted his head.
'It says so right here,' said the messenger. The note spasmed in the wind, but it could be clearly seen that it included the word 'Baron', the name 'Larf J. Stockins' and the seal on it. It was a collection of things Larf J. Stockins was certain he would never see together. It looked unjust, somehow.
'Really? Why?'
'I don't know!'
'But - why?'
((La Wunj is still an abandoned city sort of thing, isn't it? I could picture him scavenging for bare survival living around there, at times. Shack and all and such.))
Is the general chat section of the Discord particularly abandoned? ;) It seems to be somewhat graffitied, judging by the sheer number of images that show up in every log I've seen, but there's people there amongst it.
hS
Here's the full-colour map, which is rather too big to put in the post:
The Union of Plort
Including at long last and after considerable debate a conclusion to the question of where the rivers of the Riding flow - the Meibot starts south of the Bravneits, while the west-east river is the Jid'ryv. Phew!
And here is the baronial colours map:
The colours on the map are based on how HTML interprets people's names in the font tag - <font color="Name Here">Text Here</font>. So I use Huinesoron green, Neshomeh uses Neshomeh blue, etc. For our two new barons, the names used in the colours are Hieronymus and Larf J Stockins (coming out as E0 00 00 and 0A 00 C0 respectively); it took a bit of fiddling to find colours that didn't overlap too closely with the other barons.
The two new castles (the Larfen Shack and the Scowler's Hermitage) are marked; on the great map on the wall of Otik, they are represented by carved gemstones. I'm thinking Carnelian for Hieronymus and perhaps Tanzanite for Larfen, but am open to suggestions; the currently-active stones are listed here, and we've also had Jasper, Amber, and Topaz in use. (Also apparently I reused Turquoise - oops!)
hS
Flag of Barony Larf
I've not seen such colours captured on mere fabric before! The reds and pinks, as burning as the evening sun, the green and brown, as the fields of dry grass beneath it, billowing in the wind - in a sort of, sandwich of nature's sublimity!
Hopefully I won't have to pawn it off for food for too long!
(Scape you absolute champ, mate. I couldn't have come up with a better concept for a flag. Goooood stufff!)
Apparently I’m mostly a Beytah of the Riding of Sittorese these days (a Rider, not so much, perpetually skipping all of Novastorme’s prompts). But I’m also an archivist’s apprentice of Wechi. So, if I could find a nice, deserted region at these nations’ border, to build a hermitage...
... Don't think you're getting part of my Barony, though. *eyes askance*
Uh, that’s bad. The least thing I need is a conflict with my boss. But then, the hermit has always shown the ability to travel fast and unseen; getting to the job at Arkive or Los Taelis may not actually be a problem (getting lost on the way might, though), even if my new residence in the Riding is not even close to the border.
Anyway, finding the right place and building that hermitage may take some time. I hope Baron Neshomeh won’t throw me out of my corner at Arkive before it’s finished. (Actually, there may a story to be told about refurnishing and renovation.)
HG, guessing that this is not the Council of Plort thread already
It's not the full Council, but if there's disputes over baronies, the barons can argue it out here.
The Edict of Bast is enacted without regards to the wishes of the current barons - the formulae simply divide the land as best suits the new appointee. And I think you've provided enough information to let that happen, so...
By the Edict of Bast, the Grey Lady, Last Triumvir of the Protectorate, and Heir to Jay and Acacia, the lands of Barony Juliette in the Riding of Sittorese are proffered to Baron Hieronymus; with them also the lands of Barony Neshomeh in the Riding, saving only that territory between the rivers Jid'ryv and Jid'auks; and in the Commonwealth of Wechi, the lands of Barony Neshomeh between the Auriantym and Auksidentym mountains.
((On the grounds that so far as I'm aware Delta Juliette isn't much involved in PPC writing/beta'ing, and that the triangle around Fanvik Whirl is the most contiguous part of Wechi to break off. I've left Neshomeh the triangle because she really wanted to have access to Flayme.))
None have the right to interfere in Baron Hieronymus' acceptance or rejection of these lands; however, once his initial borders have been declared, negotiations with other barons may commence to reallocate land.
Baron Huinesoron, reader of the Edict
"Lords and Ladies, knights and civilians of Plort, I don’t know even half of you half as good as I should, and I don’t like half of you even half as much as you probably deserve – nah, wrong canon."
Hieronymus the hermit stood on the highest top of the Auriantym Chain, practising the address he hoped to get away with never actually delivering. He didn’t quite remember how he had gotten there. This was probably the price he had to pay for delving into magic, bartering the ability to stay in one place – and visible – over an extended period of time for the ability to travel instantly to any place he wanted to visit, and go unnoticed until he revealed his presence.
Last he knew, he had been at Los Taelis, thinking about some constructive details of the Halley-Talia-Barracks and the Echo-Kat-Shooting-Range. There they got onto him – about a dozen knights and barons with an odd civilian in the mix. He didn’t stand a chance, and his boss didn’t help at all. Might she even have been part of that conspiracy, sending him to Los Taelis in the first place? Nah, he thought, that’s paranoid. Mylady Neshomeh has always been benevolent.
So now he was a baron, looking over the land that had been thrust into his hands, and strange thoughts whirled through his mind. Far to the east, beyond the fructuous fields and lush meadows of the Riding of Sittorese, a dark line loomed above the horizon – the edge of the Kar'eer Forest. I thought I had that left behind. For Kanun’s sake, I’m retired! If Baroness Juliette wants to keep the Southeast of the Riding, she can have it.
(to be continued)
Much nearer than the distant forest, a flock of huts and sheds huddled against the landward slope of the Coastal Ridge (which may deserve a better name) – the rural village of Reewryght. Does this compel me to rewrite the Uncanonical Department of Inaccuracies to make it canon? If I ever find a way to make it goodfic while keeping it funny...
Even closer to where the hermit stood, the market town of Koewryght bustled with life. Someday I must visit this place. But not yet; right now I like my solitude.
The hermit turned to the left, his gaze sweeping over the border rivers Meibot and Jid'ryv – Barony Larf J. Stockins, Barony Eshakar and Barony Huinesoron, a good neighbourhood – and the Auksidentym Chain, until it rested on the wide dale between the two branches of the Raeltym Mountains. He still didn’t feel fully at ease with taking this away from his Master. But then, Castle Fanvik, except for the Whirl, had only just been a museum for so many years now, and somehow, the Fanvik Whirl had always been Baron Huinesoron’s domain. Which brought another thought to mind: After three years of apprenticeship, the time may come when I have to be a journeyman, and this not involving an actual journey may suit an old man quite well.
Ach, we’ll see what comes from this. Hieronymus rammed the staff that doubled as a flagpole into a crevice and began to gather stones and rubble. After several minutes, he stopped to wipe the sweat off his brow, glanced over the small square he had outlined on a somewhat smooth piece of rock, and started to do some calculations. Somehow, rigging up that shelter in Fanvik-Neht had been much easier. Building the Scowler’s Hermitage would take a lot of time.
No wandering into Plort! Go play with Heironymus, Hiernoymous and Hieonymus!
HG
I finally get to hold all of Wechi, and then my loyal apprentice jumps up and snatches the bit I only just got under control, not to mention my holdings in Sittorese that are just now beginning to bear fruit from the fields I sewed. Sheesh.
But you know what? It's fine. I'm sure he'll hold it very well, assuming he can be bothered to set foot outside his shiny new hermitage now and then.
At least I've still got my other loyal apprentices, who definitely aren't on any sort of path to renown in their own right any time soon what with all the effort they've put into Diskord and Borrd and Geymez and...
...
It's fine.
Dammit I'm so proud.
(( ^_~ ))
...and you don’t plan on being involved in politics, Baron Iximaz would be happy to give you a plot of land...
(All you have to give me in return is your alliance in voting. :3)
Errr
Suppose I'll start fizzling through the PG wiki page, then, figuring what's it we're meant to do with these hats...
I'll try to be more explicit. What I was trying to get across with my post is that I felt that it would be redundant to make me a PG, considering all the existing ones, including the two new ones, are guaranteed to be better than me. I only would have been willing to accept the nomination if there was a need to balance out the workload for the existing PGs. Considering Huinesoron pointed out that we haven't had any permission requests yet this year, I don't feel that is the case.
So unless someone can present an argument to me that shows we are in major need of one more warm body to serve as PG, I am indeed declining the hat.
—doctorlit hates wearing hats in real life, too
I second Doc for PG- I think he'd do good.