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-The establishment of the Discord as a nation, with lands in both the east and west.

-The moving of Barony Huinesoron.

-The creation of Barony Eshakhar.

-The disposition of the baronial lands in former Huinesoron.

-The expansion of the Baronial Council.

-The new flag of the Discord.

-Ye Scape-Grace's appointment as Warden of the Temple of Spelin (what, you thought I was joking?).

-Baron Huinesoron's bucket shortage (okay, that probably doesn't need to be discussed).

... yeah, you're right, that's going to be a nightmare.

hS

She looks startled to find the Council gathered there. Looking around, she hurries over to Baron Huinesoron, now seated beside his wife. "My lord," she says, bobbing a curtsey.

The baron rubs his eyes wearily. "Freckles," he says. "What brings you here in such haste?"

"Um. Messages, my lord." She pulls out a pair of scrolls. "Terri - your, um, warden - wants to let you know that there's a..." She takes a deep breath. "A bucket shortage in the castle. And in Ba-Korp."

Huinesoron looks at her levelly. "A bucket shortage."

"Um. Yes." Freckles glances nervously to the side. "We're having to use the ihm jars to make up for it; they're not... I mean, it's not exactly... pleasant."

"I see." The baron glances at his wife, and visibly restrains himself from commenting further. "And the other message?"

"Oh! Um. It's from Lady Iximaz." Freckles holds out the scroll, then reconsiders and drops her hand to her side again. "Or, well, from, um... sources." Her voice drops into a whisper on the last word.

"I see." Huinesoron leans forward and plucks the scroll from her hand. "And what does it say?"

The messenger glances around nervously. "Um, that she might not be attending the council, and..." She takes another deep breath. "And that she might not accept the expansion of her barony."

Huinesoron slumps back in his chair. "Great," he mutters, "that's just great." He taps the scroll against his leg, then sighs and nods at Freckles. "Thank you. We'll just have to hope that she reconsiders."

((I wanted to slip the (Photo)bucket shortage in earlier, but this worked better. The Iximaz info is from an email, but I don't want to close the door on her changing her mind, so, 'sources'.))

((hS))

Sir Hieronymus the hermit, part-time knight, archivist’s apprentice and keeper of the records, ticked off Baron Huinesoron and Knight Ælcalen on the list of attendees, while wondering whether Ye Scape-Grace had officially presented the new flag to the Council.

((Trying to establish who is there. Seriously, where are you all?

HG))

They're in PPC HQ, and that doesn't show up on search engines very often.

... okay, so Galileo Galilei had a daughter who went into a convent as Suor Maria Celeste. (Actually, he had two, but she's the one with a book about her.) That particular convent was San Matteo, outside Florence. She died of dysentry in 1634.

Meanwhile, in a Doctor Who audiobook, alien bounty hunters visited Florence. In what's either a fic based on the audiobook, or just a visit to the pseudo-canonical story itself, PPC agents rescued S. Maria Celeste from the convent's ruins after said aliens destroyed it. Along with the two other remaining nuns, she was brought to HQ, and treated for that nasty case of dysentry she had going on.

While getting established in the PPC, the nuns came across the notion that Galileo would someday (and in some canon) be canonised as a saint. S. Maria Celeste gleefully dedicated their new convent in HQ to him, and set about making it a home for science.

The three of them have drifted a long way from the baseline practices of the Poor Clares, but they do maintain the rules about staying in the convent and not letting other people in. Exceptions for astronomical entities and ambulatory flowers have been worked out over time. ;)

(The outlines of this are clear from her bio and paper, so I don't feel bad about sharing it.)

hS

Well, I suppose the ants would be mostly invisible in practice, because trying to make them out when the patch is on someone's uniform must be tricky. As it stands, in the document, most of the divisions can be distinguished from each other by the general color and shape of the little guys, except as I mentioned previously. (which was actually why I complained, because it seemed like an accidental out-of-universe accessibility oversight).

Thanks for your reassurances as to Ned's future.

Well, I don't know much about the Convent of San Galileo (and Google isn't helping), but given its apparent sciency focus, Peregrin would feel mostly at home (He's from what's effectively a monastery for mathematicians, physicists, and the like, and fell through a plothole while carrying a stack of observations down from the observatory at Saunt Baritoe's.)

- Tomash

As for the Aviator's TARDIS, she keeps it in her RC and it basically acts as an extention of said RC. It was one of the duplicates, though.

Hm... the explaining Overwatch's plot thing more seemed like it would be unnecessary, considering the large number of fans in the PPC. The TL;DR is that Overwatch was formed to combat the robot uprising, then collapsed after the Omnic wars and internal corruption caused public backlash. Then Talon formed as a terrorist organization and Overwatch was illegally reformed to combat them.

Thanks for pointing out the error with Zeb's line—I'll fix that ASAP.

Yea, in Her Power she has chosen you, Scape-Grace of De'endee, to be Her mouthpiece to the peoples of Borrd, and of the discordant lands beyond.

Though it pains me somewhat to do so, the will of Spelin is clear: I move that Ye Scape-Grace be immediately created warden of the Temple of Spelin, with all the rights and privileges that accompany the position.

... though I think those are 'none' and 'none', respectively. But still.

((Well, out of Spelling and Canon, the former seems more likely to have jurisdiction over symbolism. And you can, of course, spell.))

Huinesoron, Baron of Plort.

Why am I only ever smart by accident? =]

So, like I said to Skarm a couple weeks back, I'm jumping back into reading current spin-offs mid-season, so if there's anything I'm confused by that's due to not keeping up, just ignore that.

I'm also still catching up on internet stuff from that dog-sitting adventure and a schedule change last week, so this review is based on notes I took while reading it last week. I'm sorry for the stale review, but time and sleep haven't been kind to me this week . . . I do plan on hitting your other two missions you've got on the front page, as well, though it may not all be today.

I'm embarrassed to admit, I didn't get the pun in the mission title at first glance. I had a vague inkling that there was a real word that sounded like "fauxpilot," but I couldn't quite pull it out of my brain. Then I saw the fic's original title in the author note, and figured it out. I blame the sleep deprivation . . . anyway, this was a long-winded way of saying that your title is an excellent and clever pun.

I love that you have the Aviator and Zeb using a TARDIS as an RC. Aside from the fact that it makes sense for the Aviator's history, I like that it serves as a callback to the invasion, when the TARDIS distribution got dropped afterwards by pretty much everyone but Tawaki. I like seeing another, newer writer picking up on details from the PPC setting's past.

I like how you handled the lack-of-ending-puntuation issue. Quoting a bunch of paragraphs would have been clunky, so presenting it up-front through your own prose was a much better choice. I also like your explanation that it causes the world to slowly blend together bit by bit, since the "separations" between events and character dialogue are missing. My one cmomplaint on this regard is that you pretty much drop that detail after those opening paragraphs. To be fair, though, the Sue was doing enough throughout the fic that it was probably better to focus on him.

I really, really love that you've got two characters with PTSD-esque reactions to explosions, and you expose them to explosions, but then, rather than turning it into a big, dramatic thing, you let it become these really sweet, quiet moments of support between the characters. Very well done!

One thing I think you could have done a bit more is explain the canflict between Overwatch and Talon. This is the first Overwatch mission, so it would have been nice to get a feel for the nature of the conflict: what each side stands for, why Overwatch was disbanded and reformed, etc. This fic makes things especially confusing, since (if I'm reading it correctly) it seems to be trying to redeem certain Talon characters, like Widowmaker?

I have but one line to complain about:
“Bet you enjoyed that.”

“No amount of therapy sessions can compensate for that,” he said, nodding.
The way this is written, it sounds like Zeb is saying, "Therapy can't make up for how good that assassination felt," which doesn't make sense, since therapy also makes you feel good. I think, rather than "compensate for," you meant a phrase like "compare with" or "compete with?"

—doctorlit

Or... whatever they're called. Bits^TM of the PPC Discord.

Also: contest to design a symbolic crown or other emblem is now on... ;)

hS

As it happens, everyone thinks DAS-DIG (the geologists) are really weird, because their acronym directly refers to their job. The loonies.

Maybe DAS-BOOT can be Hardric's magic unit - the BOrderline Occult Team.

hS

According to Flag Maker Junior, I swiped it from the flag of Tajikistan, which was very much news to me. =]

As for the stars, well, they come with the image of the crown and seven major moderators seemed roughly (very roughly) right. Plus, I think we can all appreciate the symbolism of seven white stars. =]

The first three parts are already on the Plort wiki , but to give newbies an impression of how this is supposed to work, I post them here again, with annotations that are not meant to be part of the chronicle. Also, I’m going to correct mistakes and insert missing links in part three.

((Part One, published 2014))

Not much is known about Hieronymus the hermit. He travelled wide and far, looking for a place where to dwell when his livelong journey came near its end. Following rumours about a dreaded plague called the Marizu, and the brave knights who fought this evil, he came to the shores of Wechi. Unseen by anybody, he roamed this vast land for over a year, even sneaking into Arkive and the Hall of Ancient Records. Only when a stranger accused the noble knights of vile malefaction, Hieronymus stepped forward to Borrd to defend their selfless deeds. ((Looking for something to do when I’m retired from my job, reading everything on "The Complete List of PPC Fiction", lurking and then joining a discussion about what the PPC actually do.))

Since then, he has talked to some of the denizens of Plort, and he began to build his home in Wechi, and to prepare his offerings to Kanun and Spelin, for he pondered to explore the mountain range of Purmeshun, but now he seems to be lost in the wood of Kar’eer. How he got there is still a mystery, for he has never been seen in Iric. ((Talking on the board while never chatting in the IRC, creating a wiki user page and thinking about prospective agents and how to get Permission, but not actually doing much, because my job got into the way.))

Some may conclude that Hieronymus is a fearsome mage who comes and goes of his own volition, and has not revealed his full power yet, while others may believe that he is a leaf in the wind, never knowing where he may be tomorrow, and both may be right, for being self-contradictory is his very nature.

((Part Two, published 2015))

Over time, rumours spread that the hermit may have left the dark woods to walk the roads and pathways of Plort again.

Inhabitants of Ozerbord remember a grey bearded man who appeared at the Games of Batveg, clad in the habit of a harlequin, pretending to be a veritable knight, but fighting the atrocities in other knight’s tales rather than the misdeeds of the Marizu. Of course this fool was laughed out of town. ((Introducing the "Uncanonical Department of Inaccuracies" in the badfic games.))

Wordsmiths and Grammagicians at Worhkshap tell tales of a taciturn, grey bearded man wielding a staff – named Androia – in the training sessions for scribe apprentices. Civilians, knights and even barons up and down Plort claim that this very man’s feeble attempts in practising the ancient arts of Beytah may actually have improved their strength. And nobody shall ever again mention the Quiet Baker-Knight’s weird experience at the Shipfest in a nameless harbour. ((Developing prospective agents Androia and Hieronymus in writing exercises for Poor Cynic’s workshops, beta reading for various PPCers, being shipped in the shipfic fest for "German Pretzels".))

It is also said that Hieronymus, on his flight from Ozerbord to Worhkshap, passed an unexplored region at the junction of the Wattuf Mountains and the Mountains of Reverence, where he found the Snow Drops, a moste potente potion that helps curing forgetfulness. How these will be used in the future is yet to be seen. ((Occasionally role-playing an uncanonical Flower – the Snowdrop, Inofficial Department Head of the Uncanonical Department of Inaccuracies – on the board.))

Recently, the peasants living in the lands between the rivers Wep and Freewep began to talk about a newcomer, fitting the hermit’s description, amongst the workers sent by Baron Neshomeh to help in repairing the damage caused by the last earthquakes. ((Webs.com and freewebs.com continuously delete former PPCers sites for inactivity.))

The peasants are probably not mistaken, for one day not far in the past, Hieronymus appeared in the Hall of Ancient Records – as he likes to appear out of the blue – and he bent low, and he spoke up and said, ‘Milady Neshomeh, I travelled wide and far. My eyes are old, and my posterior can not stand perpetually riding against the Marizu. But my mind is still sharp, and my hands don’t tremble. If you would assign me a corner in your castle Arkive, where I can rest and store my staff and flask, I could help you copying and restoring these documents I see are in bad shape and may soon disaggregate into dust. And in case I feel ever fit to follow you into battle, I would appreciate the licence to wear your colour on my shield.’

((Offering to help Neshomeh with archiving "The Lost Tales", and asking permission to use Neshomeh’s special shade of green on my coat of arms. Also, Hieronymus the hermit asking for a corner to store his still uncanonical "weapons" implies that Hieronymus the boarder, if he ever asks for and gets permission, would like to have Hieronymus the archivist’s apprentice store his stories in the archive of Lost Tales, skipping the step of having them gone lost elsewhere first.))

((Part Three, published 2016))

The humble hermits request was met with grace. But rather than finding the rest he had hoped for in that tiny corner at Arkive, the archivist’s new apprentice was immediately sent off to demonstrate and improve his Eich-Tee-Ehm-Ehl skills in the devastated lands. ((Actually working on "The Lost Tales" and the wiki.))

While Hieronymus was supposed to travel between Arkive and the river Freewep, he somehow became sidetracked to the City of Borrd. He arrived just in time for the annually Baronial Council, where he barely escaped imprisonment and prosecution for treason and libel by Baron Thanasius Ampelius. Had he not conveniently gone lost in the wood of Kar’eer again, Hieronymus would certainly have talked his head off. ((Getting into a dispute about who should govern the new nation "Riding of Sittorese" and chickening out of the role play. Also, my job getting into the way becomes a recurring theme.))

On his flight from the baron’s ire, the hermit fell into a dubious dungeon. But that is another story and shall be told on another day – actually here, based on this, – but Hieronymus did still not reveal how he got out of this mess again.

The way through the dungeon may have led to an alternate universe, for Hieronymus clearly remembers that he got out of the forest by following Baron Dann from Castle Tegnoh to La Wunj, where he attended a great festival, apparently held annually to celebrate a victory over the ypurs. His memories of spotting Dame Karrin the Blue and Baron Thanasius Ampelius, and making an awkward attempt to apologize, are much less clear. Before he could hear a response, Hieronymus fell to the floor, very drunken, rolled under a table, started to snore and never spoke another word in Iric.

((The festival was proposed by the baron formerly known as Techno-Dann on the Baronial Council. I had so hoped for an opportunity to finally put one line into the IRC and give closure to the role-play I had chickened out of, while having an excuse to ignore all further discussion. Alas, it was not meant to be.))

When he woke up again, all the Ops and Dars of Iric were gone, La Wunj lay mostly abandoned, none of the few citizens Hieronymus still found remembered any recent festivities, and when he asked for Baron Dann, glares and stares were the only answers the hermit got, for everybody knows that south-eastern Plort is and always was ruled by the fair Baroness Delta Juliette. Thus, Hieronymus joined the last trek that left La Wunj to the west, and since he became more invested in the Riding of Sittorese, he travelled on until he reached the Empire of Fanvik-Neht, where he built a secret hermitage which he hopes will once become a stronghold of goodriding. ((Acknowledging Delta Juliette’s story and the abandoning of the IRC; creating an account on fanfic.net and starting to write "Air'ihpotre" fanfiction that didn’t get much attention yet.))

How he got across the ocean and then back again, is still one of many mysteries, but although he was supposed to be back on his job of dusting off old scrolls in Arkive, some strange fate took the archivist’s apprentice to the newly assembled Baronial Council again, where he was promptly and retroactively tasked with keeping the records. ((Assuming responsibility for the chronicles of the Baronial Councils.))

((Part Four, published 2017))

On his way home from the City of Borrd, Hieronymus the hermit got no further than the Lhawgin Heights, for one evening, when he sat at his campfire [...] strange noise [... ho]oded figure spoke, approaching the old man, [... some(?)] of the Barons talked among us, and [...] agree [...] your journeys through the nations of [...] works in the archives [...] gain [...]understanding of the ways and mores of Pl[ort, ...] dedication to the Riding of Sittorese and the Law of Goodriding. Thus [...] join the ranks of our armies, riding against the Marizu [...]

[...] addressed like this, the archivist’s apprentice was so fl[ustered(?) ...] forgot that he had not made proper offers at the temples of Kanun an[d Spelin ...] never wandered the Knights’ Road, and he fell to his knees, and he felt a sword touch his should[er(?) ...] became a knight of Plort without much of the pomp and cere[mony(?) ...us]ually involved.

[Archivist’s note: The end of the scroll looks like it was ripped by talons and singed by flames. As far as can be determined from other sources, Hieronymus the hermit did not return to Arkive before the next Baronial Council was held, but he may have shown up when Baron Iximaz gathered an Army for a campaign to the Bronee.]

((Getting Permission, participating in a Role Play that became part of Iximaz’s "Neverfree From Working")).

((I don’t know yet whether there will be another scroll. Keeping the tune is hard, I obviously didn’t do much worth mentioning since I got Permission, and there is not much left that would be mentionable just for me doing it for the first time. So, this may be a good point to let this tale end.))

HG

I figured the ants being near-invisible was deliberate, and I'm sure you realize these guys are forever doomed to be the Watermelon Department, those watermelon guys, melonheads, etc. ^_^

Also, Anglish is awesome and I'm totally reading that when I get a chance.

~Neshomeh

So, the difference between wraiths and Suvians, IMO, is that wraiths always target canon characters whereas Suvians are original characters. With this theory, though, I wonder if that distinction becomes moot, and normal OCs can be infected with the same range of issues that go along with wraiths. But I don't think you can exorcise glitter, though, so maybe not. Maybe glitter is like a bacteria or virus, and wraiths are more like parasites.

That would make Archir the Emerald make a bit more sense, I guess: he was a parasite evolved not to need to inhabit a host, instead feeding indirectly through close contact.

Honestly, he should just have been a character replacement, though. >.> (And how do we fit that in?)

~Neshomeh

*squirrels away for future reading*

Please please please can we come up with a pun so we can have a division called DAS-BOOT?

The sound of hoofbeats filters in from the courtyard, and steps were heard on the flagstones of Otik.

A figure long absent from the councils of Plort appeared through the door: Knight Ælcalen, drawn by fell tidings from the contentment of his mead-hall L'Urque.

"Long it has been since I have been here," said he. "And dark are the days that draw me back. Yet I have come. Plort calls, and I shall not hold back. No Baron am I, yet years plenty on this fair isle have I dwelled, and what counsel and service I may render is at the command of this august assemblage."

"Neither citizen of Wechi nor Borrd am I, but in between, yet both are dear to my heart. I would count myself craven should I not stand forth to play whatever part I must".

It looks like it's based on something, is all. (I mean, it keeps giving me flashbacks to the Starbucks logo, but it's not that, obvs. ;))

You could probably invert or recolour three of the stars (or I could, if I redraw the flag - you know how I am about compulsively redrawing everything). How confident are you in those numbers, though? I seem to recall three retirements a few months ago, plus Matt giving up ownership - so that's at least four who've 'gone', and four remaining... (Not that I object to the number of stars changing! Very American. ;))

hS

The two different blues are indeed deliberate; so are the two wider grey bars. Discord has this too - the slightly wider top section for the name of the channel you're chatting in at the top, and the text input box at the bottom. Hope that clears that up.

The crown-and-stars is to represent the mods (Mords in Plort), as there have been roughly seven major moderators in the Discord since its inauguration. Presently, there are four mods, but blurring out four would have been much more of a faff than I was willing to put up with. =]

And yes, I made it! Flag Maker Junior is my tool of choice, and you may find it here.

I assume the two different blues are deliberate. Are the slightly wider top and bottom grey bars also intentional?

And, uh... what is the crowny thing in the icon?

Internally, I like the fact that this draws on the flags of both Iric and Ozerbord, the two states the Discord has taken ground from. I also think that the outer blue can symbolise the sea, with the grey being the mountains and cliffs. It's almost a cross-section of Plort, with the Discord's areas (and Borrd itself, as the capital of the Union) in white... like this:



(Did you make this, or is it cribbed from somewhere?)

hS

I'm not sure Dr. Niamh will like it, but that's for her response in the Letters section.

I think this theory would make glitter more or less a different form of author-wraith: like slash-wraiths, infusing a character with it alters its nature. It makes just as much sense as any other theory. ;) If we want to draw in the glitter-golems hypothesis, then natural Suvians (rare) are of that kind, while the various created kinds are archetypes with glitter shoved into them.

hS

The blue fesses represent the Discord logo itself, while the white and blue stripes on dark grey represent the text (white) and links (blue) on the chat background (grey, by process of elimination). The icon in the top represents the, er, icons in the chat, as well as the various Mords we've had there (roughly seven, by my count).

I hope this is to everyone's satisfaction. =]

The doors of Otik creak open. As the rail lashes at the flagstones, Baron Huinesoron walks slowly into the council chamber. He walks with a cane, one leg trailing limply behind him, but his back is straight and his head held high.

He does not look at the gathered barons, knights, and civilians. He crosses the wide floor in silence, coming at last to a stop in front of the grand map of Plort carved into the wall. From his pocket he draws a stylus, pulsing with red light.

"We've been through some troubling times lately," he says. A ripple runs through the crowd as they hear the cracking in his voice, the strain weighing on every syllable, but the baron does not look round. He raises the stylus, and its lambent glow cuts into the stonework like clay.

"The war…" Huinesoron shakes his head. "Was it even a war?" His hand moves over the Forest of Kar'eer, dust falling as the rain where it passes. "The Mords of the discord say their lands are bountiful and cultured. They say the western lands pleaded to join with them, to live under their enlightened rule." He walks down the length of the map, his cane tapping on the stone, and presses his palm over the city Ozerbord. "They say that when their airships landed at Skypcht, they were welcomed with open arms.

"I have my doubts." The stylus sweeps across the Geymez Plateau, obliterating the name of Ozerbord, and inscribing a new one in its place. "But I will not fight. Geymez, as La Wunj, belongs to the discord."



He steps back and looks up, his gaze taking in the northern Spalchik Lowlands, where the city of Teebor and the castle Kwenaya gleam as twin jewels. "The Refuge stands empty," he says. "Oh, it draws the crowds from time to time, when peril strikes or the old festivals resume, but none live there." He stretches up and plucks the green gem of Kwenaya from the map. "It has no need of a baron," he says softly.

The stylus flickers to life anew, its light shading to a deep blue. "I relinquish the barony of what was once Ozerbord," Huinesoron says, tracing glowing lines across the map. "Let what remains of the Refuge stand without the baron it no longer needs, and let the Lady Iximaz take up her place as warden of the new discord in the west. By the Edict of Bast, those lands once held by Baron Thanasius Ampelius also pass to her; the lands beyond the mountains are united once more."

He steps back. The whole chamber seems to hold its breath as he studies the map, and then he makes his slow, steady way down to the line of the Larninkurvs.

"Barony July," he says, and a sigh drifts through the air. "Barony Ampelius. Barony Cassie. Barony Araeph." The baron lifts his stylus again, and green fire gathers about its tip. "All stand empty, in the heart of Borrd and the Riding. This cannot be."

Under his pen a new pattern of baronies takes shape. "I will take Barony Araeph as my own," Huinesoron says, plucking the amber jewel of Araeph's castle and pressing his own garnet into its place. "I will reclaim Retben from its ruins and build a new keep in its place. And I will take also Barony July, ceding back its southern tip to Barons Neshomeh and Juliette.

"But," and with a sudden stroke he inscribes a circle around the city of Borrd itself, "I will not claim baronial authority over this city. I ask that the Council of Borrd be jointly trusted with that duty, as has been proposed on many previous occasions."

He pauses for a moment, bowing his head. Then he reaches up and carves a new hole into the map, on the banks of the river Meibot. "We have welcomed Baron Eshakhar into our midst," he says, pulling a carved rose quartz from his pocket and clicking it into place. "Let Baronies Ampelius and Cassie be hers to watch and to ward, to lead into battle and to lead in time of peace."



Baron Huinesoron turns at last, facing the Council. His face is pale and drawn as he looks out at them, and in his outstretched hand he holds the four gemstones he has plucked from the map: amber for Araeph, topaz for Thanasius Ampelius, turquoise for July, and jasper for Cassie.

"We've been through some troubling times lately," he says again. "This island fortress has-" He pauses, wincing, and leans heavily on his cane before speaking again. "Has been shaken. But it has not fallen."

Huinesoron straightens up again, and a fiery spark seems to burn in his eyes. "And it will not fall," he declares. "Not while any one of us draws breath. This is the Union of Plort - the legacy of Jay and Acacia - and it. Will. Not. Fall.

"We must draw together, now more than ever. To that end-" He stops again, draws a deep breath. "To that end, I propose that this Baronial Council be expanded to include not only our military leaders, but also those who guide the fo- five nations of Konti-Nyuum." He looks across the crowd, noting faces and absences. "Let the archivists of Wechi send their representatives, and the Beytahs of the Riding. Let," a wince crosses his face, "Protector Tomash of Ozerbord sit in council, and…" The baron closes his eyes, clutching the gemstones in an involuntary fist. "And let the Mords of the discord be seated among us, that together we may debate and decide what is best for the Union of Plort."

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The national borders and the shut-down baronies aren't really open for dispute. The Discord has taken over most of the RPing that used to be done on T-Board, so it gets the land to go with it. The relocation of Barony Huinesoron, boundaries of Barony Eshakhar, expansions of baronies Iximaz, Neshomeh, and Juliette, status of Borrd, and the expansion of the Council of Plort (not the Council of Borrd, which remains just barons - Iximaz, Phobos, PC, Huinesoron, Kaitlyn, and Eshakhar by the above maps), are all up for debate.

Oh, and in keeping with the theme established a while back, the colour of baronies on the map/the gemstones used for their castles is what you get if you plug their names into <font color="this spot">. Since 'Zingenmir' is identical to 'Huinesoron', you get Eshakhar.

Iximaz - Sapphire
Phobos - Obsidian
PoorCynic - Jade
Neshomeh - Lapiz Lazuli
Huinesoron - Garnet
Kaitlyn - Ruby
Eshakhar - Rose Quartz
Juliette - Amythest
VixenMage - Turquoise

And someone please give the Discord a proper name! Baron Me has been using the descriptive word 'discord', but I doubt you want to just stick with that. (If you feel like making a flag for it - or if anyone wants to throw in a flag for the Riding of Sittorese - that would be delightful.)

hS