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[mcclay]

So, mcclay, how badly do you want to be the king? Cos it looks like it's gonna come down to you, me, and an NPC who can only win if something goes terribly wrong.

I mean, I would be pretty hyped to be king. Its something I'm gonna try for but I'm not gonna like, rip the kingdom in two if I don't get it.

[NUKE9.13]

Alright then. Let's see if I can't mindwash persuade enough nobles to beat you.

[mcclay]

D O U B T F U L

[NUKE9.13]

So, to be clear, the chaos you are referring to was one small, discrete scrap that is already over. The people in the hall probably have no idea what you are talking about, they've probably not noticed anything amiss.

I think.

I mean, obviously you can still play it up to garner favour, that's fine.

[mcclay]

Listen, I can make the chaos go from a small fight to a whole damn war in these peoples minds if I spin it right.

[micelus]

Spoiler: Sheet for after the kingsmoot
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Player: micelus
Position: Adventurer/Mercenary (in the historical rather than fantasy sense)
Full name: Altandai kryz Novyz
Bio:

Oh dear lass, oh dear lass
Do you remember
old Szaely land?

Its field were white and rotten brown
its honey like an old bear's frown
The ladies like snow and grain
The gents like steel and bone...

Oh, old Szaely, oh old Szaely,
Its cities were doomed,
its peoples fat,
its cows heavy
and the snows light!

Its field were white and rotten brown
its honey like an old bear's frown
The ladies like snow and grain
The gents like steel and bone...

Oh, old Szaely, oh old Szaely,
your riches and your finery
your princes and your britches,
were good memories
for a man!

Its field were white and rotten brown
its honey like an old bear's frown
The ladies like snow and grain
The gents like steel and bone...

Oh, old Szaely, oh old Szaely,
you burnt like a old oak,
your jewels and your serfs,
now our cattle
now on the way
to the slaver's cantle!

-Clan Novyz's main travelling song


Altandai is a woman of some infamy. The second child of a renowned chieftain, the death of her older brother at a young age led him to declare his daughter male. Amongst the steppe tribes of the Ghodesh, such an action was not unheard off. Women often fought alongside men and it was certainly true to that amongst families with too many women, some were made into men. As such, the female Eshi died and the male Altandai was born. From then onward, Altandai was raised to become successor of his father's clan. Indeed, up until his death, Altandai had been expecting the leadership to come easily to him. After all, he had been declared heir and was raised as one.

Of course, such things were not to be. As her father laid dying, his uncle declared him unfit for the command, citing his Lack of 'Equipment'. While Altandai initially had support from his father's warriors, dear uncle's wealth, friendship and with other clans, and 'concern for future leadership of the Clan' soon led to him 'willingly' stepping down. While the expected course of action was to serve the clan regardless now that he had lost the succession, Altandai was not one to accept such loss. As such, he fled in the night bringing the ancestral bow, Crowsmitten, with him into the greater world.

Of course, without Crowsmitten, dear uncle would be a laughingstock. A bey without their ancestral bow was a bey uncrowned, after all. Not wanting to deal with his anger, Altandai booked it for a realm as far as possible that needed a military commander. Across the known world, perhaps...There he would have to pass as she, he thought...



Traits or resources:
Family Heirloom Weapon: Crowsmitten, composite bow. Imbued with the soul of the clan's founder and with a bit o' magic or some dreamer's herbs (hallucinogenics), the bearer may commune with the spirit for advice. Usually, this is useful for statecraft or war.

Logistics

[For GM consideration]: free horse maybe?

[Tack]

Due for the next Gm intervention?

[Ardas]

Due to civil disobedience and traitorous actions of some of you (you know who you are!) I changed the game's main channel from IRC to Discord, as more people use it and are comfortable with it.

I will keep the old IRC channel open just in case, but from now on all real-time chats will happen in the Discord channel. As always though, the game happens here, so do not fret if you aren't part of the Discord channel.

[NUKE9.13]

So, people, decision time. Do you want to be ruled by a (filthy, subhuman) NPC? Or by the divinely appointed ruler of all of Nordric?


...


You could also go for some drunkard, I guess.

Assuming you don't chose the NPC, you'd best act- either to lower his support, or raise that of your preferred candidate.

[Ardas]

Here we are. Set yourselves up, kids, as I will be moving everything forward this week, and coronation will be the start of the first "proper" turn.

[NUKE9.13]

Welp. Guess I gotta rule a country.

[Ardas]

We are done. All players can reply and carry on now, including ones waiting for the King to be crowned, like micelus.

[NUKE9.13]

So, in the interest of aiding any new players, or old players who have fallen behind, I'm gonna write a TLDR for the Kingsmoot.

Harmondale, 352 LL: The king of Harmondale is dead, and has left no heir behind. So the lords of the land decide to hold a kingsmoot.
Mavi Diventrade (Tack), the head of the former king's household, welcomes any claimant with Kingsblood to the moot.
Baroness Helga Gertasdottir (Iituem) impatiently awaits the candidates.
Falsktnafn Svertharmathur (NUKE9.13), despite having no invitation, shows up to the moot and spreads rumours of a stranger bearing a legendary sword coming to claim the throne by divine appointment. He then visits the tent of Master Constantine Logos Valerian (Digital Hellhound), leader of an order of knights from the south, who is very impressed by his glowing talking sword, so much so that he agrees to accompany him to Grandmaster Pyoraxis (NPC), leader of the Cult of Ilos and overseer of the kingsmoot.
Archmage Luwald Armiles (Roboson), a high ranking priest who also happens to have kingsblood, has come to attend the moot and put himself forwards as a claimant. He is greeted by Mavi, who asks whether it is possible to be both an Archmage and a King.

A servant of Helga's intercepts Falsktnafn and Constantine on their way to the Grandmaster, dragging him away for a one-on-one talk. She asks for his background, where he got his sword. He replies that it was granted to him by an angel, who commanded him to take the throne of Nordric. She offers to help him, by fabricating documents suggesting that he possesses kingsblood, albeit watered down and bastardised. In exchange, she wants a seat on his council should he become king.
Alric Falbrand (Shootandrun), an unlanded- though not unimportant- nobleman discusses the moot with Mavi.
Astralia Voidtrik (Shadowclaw777), alchemist/mercenary leader, approaches Luwald, offering to share her magical tomes with him in exchange for an apprenticeship, and possibly a position at court should he become king.

Mavi and Helga discuss the candidates so far, and also flirt for some reason.
Domnall [no last name](Ghazkull), a Nordan highlander, enquires after a man matching Falsktnafn's description. He meets with Mavi, claiming that the sword is stolen, and that Falsktnafn murdered the previous owner. He intends to challenge Falsktnafn to a duel (specifically, Holmgang). Mavi seems sceptical, but eventually agrees to arrange the fight. He asks Domnall to hand over his sword, which he does. Mavi then attempts to arrest him for preregicide. Domnall objects, assaulting the guards with bare fists. He fails to acquire a weapon, and is forced to flee.
Alric meets with Helga, and they discuss the moot.
Luwald blocks Falsktnafn and Constantine as they attempt to meet with the Grandmaster. After a demonstration of the sword's powers, Luwald allows him to visit the Grandmaster.
Count Hardrick af Silfverstolpe (mcclay), possessed of kingsblood, land, and considerable skill at seduction, belatedly arrives at the moot, and announces his candidacy.
Mavi, Helga, and Alric gather to decide what to do about Domnall. Alric decides to warn Falsktnafn, whilst Helga attempts to have Domnall arrested.

Falsktnafn meets with the Grandmaster, who after a short conversation, performs a test- the results of which seem to satisfy him, and he allows Falsktnafn to stand in the election.
Luwald and Astralia leave to discuss magic.
Constantine offers his services to Falsktnafn, who accepts. Alric delivers his warning, then speaks with the Swordholder. After some negotiation, Falsktnafn promises Alric the position of Chancellor, in exchange for Alric's help in the election.

Helga catches Domnall. She discusses things with him, then agrees to sort out his troubles and arrange the trial by combat, in exchange for his services. She leaves him in a cell with food, wine, and a woman.
Falsktnafn makes his claim, then has a chat with Mavi.

Falsktnafn's claim goes down exceptionally well. Hardrick's claim goes down reasonably, though his stronger situation sees his support slightly greater than the Swordholder's. Lord Baemund (NPC) makes his own claim, and as a powerful noble, he attracts the most support.
Falsktnafn announces that, if made king, he will launch a Great Crusade, as well as promising to spend money on the army, the cult, and the economy, whilst also taking advice from others rather than ruling autocratically. This goes down quite well, swelling his support.
Hardrick, Alric, and Helga all work to lower Baemund's support, whilst Constantine speaks for the Swordholder.

The nobles confer, votes are cast, and Grandmaster Pyoraxis announces the results: Falsktnafn, the Swordholder, is the new king of Harmondale.
Baemund and his remaining supporters are furious. Mavi intercepts Baemund as he leaves, and judging him to be a threat to the realm's stability, attempts to arrange an 'accident'.
Falsktnafn takes the regnal name Osvik I af Harmondale, has a coat of arms made, and secures a private shrine for himself, where he secludes himself for several hours.

Helga arranges a meeting between Osvik and Domnall. A few lines of the Nordan tongue are spoken by both parties. Domnall officially makes his accusations, challenging Osvik to Holmgang. Osvik defers the challenge, claiming that trial by combat may only be invoked after the matter has been investigated. A messenger is sent north, to contact the runesmiths that allegedly hired Domnal, so that they may come and identify the sword.

And then it was done, and the game proper could begin.

Beginning of Winter 352


TLDR for the TLDR; Kingsmoot happened, Falsktnafn Svertharmathur (NUKE9.13) won (and is now called Osvik I af Harmondale).

[Tack]

I am offended at perhaps every inclusion of Mavi in that.
I didn’t flirt with Helga, Alric did.

[NUKE9.13]

I am offended at perhaps every inclusion of Mavi in that.
I didn’t flirt with Helga, Alric did.

Ahem:

"Ah, the sweet rime rose of the north."
Mavi plops himself into a chair, taking a goblet and toasting the lady. "You still refusing to marry me, you old woman?"