3/9 Grey 2024/08/07(Wed)12:49 No. 1095494 ID: 3f89df
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As I approach the Baron, thinking of my choices and reasoning, the Baron sneers, "Well? Have you made your decision?"
Looking away from the Baron's gaze, I respond softly, "Yes, I'll get the first, second, third, fourth, ninth, eleven, thirteen, and fifteen in the order you've shown me."
Crocodile raises a quizzical eyebrow and mutters something to himself but says nothing further.
The Baron then commands his knights to bring the slaves forward; he looks up at the sky, his brow furrowed. Does it really take that much energy for humans to calculate such basic math?
After a couple of minutes, the slaves are brought forward, rounded up like cattle about to be fed to a wolf.
"The total for all of these slaves comes down to 230 Gold."
I can feel the Baron's Gaze wash over me; it's intoxicating; I look over to Crocodile, and he returns blankly.
Despite this being a test of my ability to make tough decisions, I can't help but feel he's judging me for not doing what he would have done.

I reply to the Baron, attempting to seem as sympathetic as possible, "My apologies, but I don't have the gold with me now; let me get the required amount to complete this transaction."

The Baron's tone darkens. "Be quick; the Empire's got more pressing matters to work on than to wait on some ankle-biters and their simplistic minds."

4/9 Grey 2024/08/07(Wed)12:49 No. 1095495 ID: 3f89df
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As I approach the side of our makeshift cottage, I notice Bardeibor waiting in the nearby bushes. I'm half tempted to tell him to join Crocodile so he doesn't get kidnapped, but knowing Bardeibor, he's waiting precisely for that, so he has an excuse to go on a rampage. As much as he's a good guard, his way of thinking terrifies me.

As I look back, I see Crocodile come much closer to the shed but stop at a specific point near the entrance where he can have a more remarkable vantage point of the caravan. I go inside. Without windows or torches in the storage container, It's entirely pitch black, barring the light from the door. Thankfully, I remembered where I put the gold inside one of our rations in a bag. It means I have to eat the rations to not waste it going wrong, but It's okay anyway.

.....

5/9 Grey 2024/08/07(Wed)12:49 No. 1095496 ID: 3f89df
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I prefer eating in the dark anyway.

After I've eaten half of the food, the cavity containing the coin bag reveals itself. I reapply my bandages and quickly rush out the door, the coin bag delicately stashed in my armour.

To my delight, the Crocodile and the caravan are both easily in my field of vision when I arrive there. I quickly rush over to the caravan, looking around to see if the knights are hidden anywhere out of view, and then pull out the coin pouch from my armour when I confirm I am safe.

The Baron picks up the coin bag and pulls out a tool from his right pocket, like a tool with a based handle. It's not anything I've seen before, and it's making odd sounds, occasional squeaks of noise; finally, after he's finished, the tool makes three more high-pitched noises.

I can feel the Baron's sly smile, "Perfect, well these slaves are yours to keep, ankle bitter. He turns around to his knights. "Round up the remaining slaves and put them into the hold."

6/9 Grey 2024/08/07(Wed)12:49 No. 1095497 ID: 3f89df
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I watch as all of the remaining slaves, one by one, get put back inside the caravan and the sounds of shackles locking and violent resistance. I know you had suggested I give a gift to the concubine-to-be, but given their hostility they most likely wouldn't let me near her in the first place; even if they did, I don't think we need the favour of a concubine, this level into our settlements production, the only way I see us even meeting the Empire's King is if we get captured; in which case or fate is sealed.
Or if we are already winning a war against them, in which case, they would most likely already be near death.

Besides, I don't think diplomacy will work on a group that is as xenophobic as the Empire; by the way, Muni, I forgot to tell you about their name so as not to get you confused when referring to titles or someone else; their name is the "Fallen Empire." I only know this from reading about initial diplomacy meetings when the Empire either arrived, was created, or showed itself around fifty years ago, where they referred to themselves as, and some well... personal experiences with the Fallen Empire.

Knowing the names of some of their technology makes me wonder why they are even "Fallen" in the first place; they obtusely could subjugate everyone living on Uriher Quite easily, yet besides vassalage and occasional raids, I've not heard of any Wars that they have committed, of course, that may be due to our lack of knowledge due to kobolds isolationism, instead then them being peaceful throughout history.

The sounds of animals are nothing but an echo, with the Fallen's caravan falling over the horizon; I put my attention to the slaves; some convey tense expressions, and others whisper among each other, conveying a plan between them for escape, others look defeated as if they have no hope for them.

7/9 Grey 2024/08/07(Wed)12:49 No. 1095498 ID: 3f89df
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I move to a position where all the slaves can see me, attempting to contain a calm yet confident demeanour; however, just as I'm about to speak, I hear a familiar voice behind me. "Oh, don't think about running, unless you want it to make it funner for me."

Bardeibor is relatively close to me. His Axe and body are half-covered in the Blood of what must be deer or a small mammal. His face is twisted into a mischievous grin. Crocodile goes to the right side of me, eyeing the slaves with a glare and resting his hand on his sword.

It's clearly intimidating for most of the slaves, but some, such as Trick-Claw and, surprisingly, Muni and Kent, remain unfazed.

I look to Crocodile, who just looks at me and nods, allowing me to express what I've wished to tell them since I've seen them among the caravan.

"Hello. My name's Grey Auniza. I will tell you about your duties, contract, and restrictions moving forward."

I breathe, collecting my thoughts about how to say these words.

"We are a simple collective of people, just me, Bardeibor, and Crocodile. We have lost everything, our homes, our friends, and our community. It's something that most of you are dangerously familiar with, Either being betrayed, captured, or forced into slavery out of your control."

"Most are familiar with it —if not slavery, then serfdom, an ever-increasing debt that will never be paid, a promise that if you work from sun rise to sunset for bread crumbs to pay, your liege "may" protect you from outside forces—unless they are too weak to defend against a stronger foe."

"In the age of County, Duchy, Kingdom, and Empire, the ones who own the land get all of the credit for their success, triumphs, and failures; however, no one talks about the people, the common man, the ones who work themselves to bones so that the one on top can get all of the glory. Still, empires are not founded by one man. But by the people.
All those who remain at the top like to hoard their wealth for their own goals, pleasures, and desires; the pay you receive is not based on what you have produced; instead, it is stuffed into the pockets of the tax man and their superiors upward, up the chain, leaving you with nothing."

8/9 Grey 2024/08/07(Wed)12:49 No. 1095499 ID: 3f89df
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GoldScale keeps flashing in my mind. His tax, our debt, our survival—all punished by the one who has prospered enough. He is a true Draconic through and through, a uniter yet a hoarder.

"I want us to be different, for if we survive enough to become kings and queens, we will not live through subjugation but through cooperation instead. Now, it is true that, yes, at this current moment, you are owned by us and that I do not promise complete freedom; however, I instead have a secondary proposition;"

"If what we've paid to free you are recovered, or you pay your value in labour, then you are free; you may leave and attempt to return to your previous life or start anew on the road; however, if you wish to join us after your debts are paid, you will be held in high regard as I've mentioned previously, and be paid your worth there won't be any class-based jobs that are ounce restricted if it's something you are passionate in then you can pursue it."

"While I know that what I'm proposing is serfdom, I promise complete transparency of what you are producing and that we won't increase your debts when time becomes rough for us,
Finally, I have one last thing to add because this may be, initially, an unpopular proposition between us: If you attempt to escape before your debts are paid and get captured by Bardeibor or Crocodile, then I don't have a say in what happens to you afterwards."

"That is the nature of your contract, not as a slave but as an equal."

9/9 Grey 2024/08/07(Wed)12:49 No. 1095500 ID: 3f89df
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The Former slaves look on in shock, some processing what they've just heard, others talking among each other, others standing on guard from Bardeibor.

Turning my head to look at Bardeibor, he returns with an expression of disappointment but not much more. However, I felt Crocodile forcefully put his hand on my shoulder in a way that made me lose almost all of the confidence I once had; turning to look at him, he returned a face that hid his genuine emotions, a one of pure normalcy, with the occasional flare of his genuine emotions coming through. His normal-seeming smile covers the pure, raw emotions that shook me.
"Grey, may we have an private chat indoors? The importantance of which can not be stressed, Bardeibor can look after the slaves."

As such, I'm left with an ultimatum: Muni, should I join Crocodile's Disscusion? Also, now that we have more people, Muni, what should our plan be going forward? We have enough that exploring, trading, and negotiating with our neighbours or around the area is less risky overall.

>>1095500
Yes to both.

Try to explain your and our thimking to him, even if you dont share our presence.

Youre laying the foundations of what you will be in more than stone grey mother.
If you do things the same as before then all that awaits is the same painful result.
And remind him you need many hands to do all this settlement needs and with have purchased loyalty from this group that outnumbers you by giving them the one thing they thought they had lost forever.
Hope.
More will choose to stay than you ecpect and those that leave will do so as allies.

As to goals.
Storehouse.
Planting.
Sleeping spots in storehouse until domeciles are made.
Pen for the muffalo.

Perhaps the gnoll could take up hunting.

See what Crocodile has to say. Have confidence, you offered them a lot but that's how you get a lot in return.

Focus on getting more shelter built and establishing self sufficient hunting and farming. It will be easier to deal with the neighbors if they don't view us as weak, either as a target or a nuisance.

>>1095493
Okay, maybe I'm wrong. Sorry. But he does look like Kal Kent I... if Kal Kent I snapped and went on an uncharacteristic murder spree.

>>1095497
They call themselves Fallen?
Then it's obvious to us what happened.
Some empires are so supermassive that they span entire worlds. They use trade routes that you do not comprehend, and perform more transactions per day than the number of living souls in your world. But if the empire collapses, then so do the supernatural trade routes. If the empire used some kind of hypergate network and suddenly nobody got paid or supplied to maintain the gates, that means these guys in your continent are stranded here forever, and unable to communicate with what remains of their empire as it falls into total anarchy. That explains why they're using brute tactics to carve out their own kingdom, instead of concentrating on long-term diplomacy to annex your world.

>>1095500
Uh oh...
Have us on standby, this conversation might get hot.

1/4 Grey 2024/09/05(Thu)19:04 No. 1097006 ID: 3f89df
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>>1095522
>See what Crocodile has to say. Have confidence, you offered them a lot but that's how you get a lot in return.

>>1095673
>Yes to both. Try to explain your and our thimking to him, even if you dont share our presence.

>>1095683
>Uh oh... Have us on standby, this conversation might get hot.

Okay, I'll do it. If I refused, I would just be stirring the pot further until it reaches a breaking point that I can't personally recover from, although there are other reasons I should be afraid.

Before I leave, I make sure to give my future citizens, goals to currently work on;

"I'm leaving to have an chat regarding future plans with Crocodile, however a priority that we should focus on, is building a storage house, and planting crops; you'll find some seeds inside the first room to the left, and most drastically, hunting, which we'll need for temporary sleeping slots inside storage; If you have the time, we have muffalo that need to be rounded up, and given an pen or a post temporarily. With that under-way, I'm off to leave."

crocodile passively pushes me with enough force that it's noticeable his neutral expression has turned sour. As I follow him to our temporary quarters, he occasionally glances back at me, as if he's afraid or expecting me to trail off. A deep well of anxiety wells in my stomach.

Eventually, we reach our sleeping quarters, an open window being the only light in this claustrophobic room.

Being from such a privileged upbringing, it's most likely that the switch from a comfortable and well-off bedside to sleeping on the floor and eating rations of beans, bread, and other preservatives must be getting to him. While he was a GoldScale general, he's told me on many occasions that he's not been on the battlefield or even trading as much as I've had with my four years of service, which has gotten me more accustomed to these conditions, may also be a result of his crabby mood.

2/4 Grey 2024/09/05(Thu)19:04 No. 1097007 ID: 3f89df
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I'm blindsided as his expression quickly turns to fury as he shouts:
"Are you stupid? No, do you wish to kill us?"
My body immediately tenses us up; I've never been good with conflict. It allows him to get another word in.
"I thought you buying all of those slaves was questionable, but promising them freedom!?"
I speak up
"Even so, where quickly outnumbured, and if we wish to rebuild quickly, we need the hands in order to do so, even still they'll be able to produce more then if they where-"
Crocodile clicks his tongue loudly, and I instinctively freeze up; he responds with: "But don't you see the problem, Grey? If they aren't Slaves, then we can't resell them to GoldScale if our dues aren't met, and with your current idea, who knows that they'll leave us by the time they've paid off our debts, where losing more than we gain."
I get a chip in. "But their people, Crocodile."
"But their not kobolds, in fact, you've bought humans, and had the gull to say that they can roam free when done with it, have you forgotten what they've done?"

3/4 Grey 2024/09/05(Thu)19:04 No. 1097008 ID: 3f89df
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"Everyone deserves second chance-"
"Look what they've done to you; he says, putting his hand on my bandaged face; remember what they did to my father, what happened to Bardeibor, even at our recent trip to Viera's temple, you were sexually assaulted by them when I was in a meeting."
"It's fine Crocodile-"
"NO IT'S NOT, GREY. I'm sick of you dismissing yourself from what happens so as not to ruffle any feathers of the ones higher up the food chain."
He breathes and exhales. "If GoldScale doesn't get his money, we will lose everything, our land, our home, our pepole, nothing, he'll mark us as traitors, and we'll be run out where the insectoids will devour us, and yet you wish to throw away, our plans and for what?"
At first, my mind was blank, but then I remembered the message you told me, Muni, a way to explain my reasoning.
"Where laying the foundations for a new future, the way we've done before will just reveal itself to tragedy again and again; the way we've done is the same as GoldScale uses to oppress us; if we followed his way, we'd be repeating the cycle, however with what we lose in political bargaining, we make up for it with a special ingredient; Hope with that hope we've purchased their loyalty, and they'll produce more then if they where miserable, slaving away doing mindless tasks."
There's a great silence in the room while Crocodile turns his head to the ground. I hoped that I had finally made sense to him, yet in a moment, he looked up to me and tackled me, pinning me to the wall.

4/4 Grey 2024/09/05(Thu)19:04 No. 1097009 ID: 3f89df
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"So is this is what it's all about? you know. I've trusted you , put you in charge of running the logistics of Bloodeia, and allowed you to sleep in my bed, sleep with me. Even though our relationship is frowned upon due to your status, yet you turn around and say that you are creating a libertarian populist uprising? All it took was for me to give you a tiny bit of power, and you immediately disregarded my word, my land

I'm dumbfounded, I trusted Crocodile; enough so with this information, Even though he works as hard as a labourer and doesn't seem to care much about his status, I was naive to think that uprooting the system in which his power originates wouldn't bug him, and now I'm here, pinned to the wall; my worst nightmares of our relationship come true across the cloudy skies of today; Even though we are far away from the capital, he still owns the right to execute, imprison, or do whatever he wishes with me, due to our class differences; I'm shaking, even war was less scary than this, maybe it was because it wasn't committed from someone I looked up too and love, Muni my mind is blank, and I need to say, something; anything, what should I do? What should I say?

Like I said, you can do better than that idiot.
He has a solid argument... but it's powered by discrimination, mechanized with delusion, and built upon a foundation of privilege: the trifecta of most human tyrants.

This ties back to GoldScale, and Crocodile's servitude towards that dick. Even though you both hate that loan shark of a kobold tyrant, and for good reason, his foremost thoughts are of appeasing GoldScale rather than rebelling against him. Crocodile hasn't realized that by freeing our slaves, we have a new path to take should the colony be unsalvageable; just follow them. If we earn their trust then some will show us their ways and the methods they would attempt to use to escape slavery. Crocodile is so afraid of GoldScale's authority that he projects those fears onto the paranoia of you usurping his own.

Well, guess what, ya motherkiller: We're the Viceroys here. If Crocodile is dead-set in his authority-worshipping ways, then you need to find a way to force him to recognize us.

But for now, start with this:
"You are the one who lifted me up. And you did it because you were high - and alone.
If we are to survive, we can not do it alone. If we make all the colonists our slaves, Goldscale will grant them freedom - in exchange for their lies. They would claim our colony never existed, that we used them to mine some fictional gold vein in territory that allegedly belongs to GoldScale or other such atrocities, especially any we actually inflict on slaves, and then we would still lose everything."

...Also I am very sad to hear that you were sexually assaulted how soon can we arrest the prick who did that?

What is he talking about? What uprising? They are still slaves for the time being, Crocodile is still just as much in charge. And if or when they earn their freedom they would either leave or continue to work under you.

You were just trying to give the workers the motivation they will need in these trying times. If Crocodile didn't want you to make decisions he should have been clear he wanted a mindless servant. Though that would change your relationship to a much colder one. No one can love a user.

>>1097009
You were looking to the future, grey mother.

Repeat the same system, recieve the same result.
Goldscale will never relinquish ownership of a profitable tribute giver.
Should we reach our tributes with spare resources, he will not kindly congratulate us with a warm smile.
He will squeeze harder.
You are not seen as people, nor subjects.
You are to be farmed.
We all know what happens to the muffalo that no longer gives wool or milk...

You seek to break that cycle.
Not just for them outside, but for you all too.
They may not be readily visible but you two are bound in chains.
To continue as you are, as goldscale expects you to, is to wait patiently at the butchers block.

As to the humans, i dont trust them completely either grey mother, but these here i dont think you can view as just any human.
They are outsiders.
Cast away by their own and removed from the positions that make other humans so untrustworthy.
You may see a difference in them robbed as they are of the authority of the throngnofbhumanity at their back...

1/9 Grey 2024/11/12(Tue)17:59 No. 1099691 ID: 3f89df
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>>1097016
>>1097021
>>1097032 

Muni, you make good points, and I agree with one thing: Crocodile is projecting his fear onto me. Even with bad winters or terrible negotiations, he seemed to have a cool head and attempt to salvage a situation for what it was. I may not know what it is like to go through the politics of monarchy and nobility, but with all of the stress of our neighbours, losing the land that we used to know and love and the people inside while living on a barely functional tent, it has been stressful, a bit less on me since I am used to sudden change throughout my life, and losing those close to me. Still, Crocodile hasn't survived something like that.

I've gone through your considerations and have a way to respond to them.

"Crocodile, I'm not usurping you, and I don't dream of starting an uprising; you should know by now; that I have been the most devout follower of you ever since Gold Scales colonization party sent off with me just designated as the simple doctor of your barony."
Crocodile's body language relaxes a little, his shoulders relaxing, and his expression changing.
"I was suprised that during the trip, an one filled with noble's of various houses, kobolds engineers who had rapidly technologized the capital, and soldiers of various ranks, you decided to talk to me. An nobody really, and we talked, we talked as if there where no borders between us, and ounce we arrived, you offered me the postision of your court physcician, and soon after your advisor."
"We've been through both the bad and the good together, and we've laid; you've seen me for who I was, who I was under my bandages and scars, and unlike others who gag, throw up, or become hostile towards me, you just hugged me and accepted me. Because of both of us, we made an excellent barony that made blood mother proud."
"But if you don't wish for me to make decisions since I don't have the right to, I understand; I'll follow your orders, but I must ask you this. Is this something you want? Or is this something that GoldScale wants?"

Crocodile pauses and looks at me. The anger and fury he had displayed before have vanished, and his expression is that of realization. His arms, which had pinned me to the wall, have relaxed and now slump meaningless beside him.
"No, It's something that GoldScale would want; it's something that all of the vulturious nobles, our kobold neighbours, would want."

2/9 Grey 2024/11/12(Tue)17:59 No. 1099692 ID: 3f89df
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He breathes a bit before resuming.
"Grey, you may have realized the severity of our situation, and like always, are attempting to plan for the future, but if it all fails do you know what will happen to us?"
"It's not just that I'd lose my power and my position; we'd be labelled as traitors to the Regime and would be forced to run from any kobold lands, and we'd have nowhere to go if we went west, we'd get torn apart by the Eusa's the second we step foot in front of the mountainside, if we went west; The human kingdoms'd exploit us, and they'd hurt us more, we'd not have a say as a slave, and if we went south; We'd be walking towards our death, and if we get captured, we'll be mocked, our familes turning agint us, before the swift swing of the blade."
"It has been a lot for us these last couple of days, and risking it all with such an extreme declaration is risky; if we pay them what they are worth, then how will we have money to pay GoldScale? All I ask Grey, is what you'd do then?"

I have to take a moment to think about it, and Crocodile obliges; I keep repeating what you've said, Muni, About our future and GoldScale.
"If we are to survive, we can not do this alone; if they were enslaved, GoldScale would promise them freedom; in return to lies and Blasphemy, Including pain or threats made upon them: We would be captured, and our fate would be up to him. The slaves would be captured and forced to work in the coal mines until their death.
Therefore, If we repeat the system, the system of serfdom, slavery, and debt that GoldScale had inflicted upon us, We'll eventually end up like him, deposed, rotting among the corpses of a populist rebellion. In the now, If we pay back GoldScale, He won't relinquish us; he'll milk us dry, farm ourselves till we turn to sand until we aren't of use where he'll throw us out.
We must break this cycle, Crocodile; Otherwise, we won't last. Otherwise, Goldscale will chop off our heads."

4/9 Grey 2024/11/12(Tue)18:00 No. 1099694 ID: 3f89df
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Crocodile had been listening intently, not expressing much but focusing on my words, nodding occasionally. Finally, when I'm finished, he looks up at the sky and contemplates. Finally, after a couple of minutes, he looks down at me and says: "You do make some good points, and I'll try out this plan; You've always been well with words, however, if your plan backfires, We'll use them as bait against GoldScale; to buy us time before we leave for exile; We are much more important then them, do you understand grey?"
"I also wish to hear your plan on how we break the cycle and how we'll do it against hundreds upon hundreds of kobolds by gold scales disposal. However, I'll allow us to keep the slaves as free pepole, by your contract If they do try to escape before their debts are paid, I won't show them any mercy, do you understand?"
I'm conflicted about his tone and ideals, but it is a step in the right direction.

5/9 Grey 2024/11/12(Tue)18:00 No. 1099695 ID: 3f89df
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"I understand crocodile; thank you for listening."
"Thank you grey, now if you'd excuse me; I'm going to keep planting the makeshift farm we'd started; and keep our citizens in check."
And then Crocodile leaves; it's a lot colder than I'm used to, but I think that despite everything that's happened to his behaviour, at least he accepts our plan.

The thing now is looking toward the bigger picture. GoldScale will not take our stance lying down, and he exceptionally won't like hearing what happened to the previous colony. The tribute debt has inadvertently turned into a timer for a plan lest he take our lives.

6/9 Grey 2024/11/12(Tue)18:00 No. 1099696 ID: 3f89df
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>As to the humans, I don't trust them entirely either, Grey Mother, but these here I don't think you can view as just any human. They are outsiders. Cast on their own and removed from the positions that make other? humans so untrustworthy. You may see a difference in them robbed as they are of the authority of the throne of humanity at their back...

Humans are adaptable. However, they are also heavily driven by their desires and ideals. It's nearly impossible to make them change their ways; outcasts of said humans lack some of the ideals due to their fellow man's rejection and prioritize the self over others. However, they have more vices and much more extreme desires. Unlike Crocodile, I'm neutral on the two we have recruited; I believe that the sins of a person do not equate to the sins of a race or culture; thinking otherwise is how you end up with ethnic radicals, which no one except those perpetrating the violence finds suitable.

7/9 Grey 2024/11/12(Tue)18:00 No. 1099697 ID: 3f89df
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>...Also, I am very sad to hear that you were sexually assaulted. How soon can we arrest the prick who did that?

Oh, that. Well, it was the High King of Veira's Temple Spy Master Or someone else high on the nobility's list. Veria's Temple itself is reasonably close; it is a human-based kingdom and is about half the power of GoldScale's Empire. So the chance we could arrest him is improbable at best, and we would only be able to do so within good reason.
Thankfully, it was only Groping this time and power rather than Lust that drove it; the only thing I'm thankful for is that he didn't remove my bandages cause then I would have been a spectacle as well as a victim and would have made everything worse.
I don't wish to discuss it more in-depth, Muni. I remember faces, so there's no need to remind me. It was rude of Crocodile to bring that up in our conversation instead of allowing me to explain during my own time, that is all.

8/9 Grey 2024/11/12(Tue)18:00 No. 1099698 ID: 3f89df
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Moving on, we should focus on planning for the future. While I could work on building houses, pens, or planting, I have some curiosities in my mind. The biggest of which are You, Muni, and your mother.
I've always been fascinated with our kobold technology and those of other kingdoms, yet you and Pychaninuam are almost Mystical.

I have thought of a potential hypothesis: if I get some Pyschaninuam and then rebuild the exterior of your mother, I can channel the energy from the ore into your mother, hopefully reviving her. It's not my magical specialty, as I mainly focus on bodily magic. However, I have a couple of spells and experience with those that use the mind, so maybe it'll work.

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The question of where we'd find some more, I'm entirely unsure; Ore Findings are usually kept under wraps so that they can be sold privately to the highest bidder unless the surrounding terrain changes with our previous settlement disappearing; unexplored cave systems are north from our base camp. We initially didn't explore it since there was an Insectoid infestation in the caves, and we lost Kiwi and Lynx in the process. Who knows what's down there?

However you decide what we should focus on, Muni is up to you. So far, you have made the most ethical and thoughtful choices, so I have no reason not to trust you. So, what will it be?

>We initially didn't explore it since there was an Insectoid infestation in the caves, and we lost Kiwi and Lynx in the process.
yikes, well if we don't know that there is anything good in the caves don't throw any more bodies at it.

>I can channel the energy from the ore into your mother, hopefully reviving her.
If you can do so, but your survival is the priority. please don't worry on our account.

Now that we have manpower, lets get that farm past the makeshift stage.

>>1099691
Oh sweet fudge and by all the gods who haven't abandoned us! What did we miss?!
I'm glad he stopped, whatever he just did disconnected us from you for months! Or, at least it seemed that way. When we get disconnected from someone we're contracted to, we sort of... tune out?
I'll be honest, Grey: not all our adventures with hosts ended happily ever after. Everything from mortals to gods to even heroes chosen by the Constellations or the Void; many of them met their ends in failure or regret. The thing is, we have a limited connection to Destiny; as long as we're connected you're probably going to have a positive amount of net good luck, but... if we get disconnected forever, none of us will ever find out how your story ends, and I don't think most of those unfinished stories ended with 'sunshine and rainbows'.

>>1099698
I... I want to try. But only at the end. Right now, your victory is our priority. If you lose, we'll never have a chance.

>>1099699
Let's start out with some basic farming tips that I can explain to you right now.
First up: farmable land. Most forms of dirt can be used as farmland, but the catch is that the nutrients in the dirt - inedible to most animals that straight-up try to eat dirt due to the indigestibles, bacteria, and parasites that make up most of it, but generally edible by plants. Once those nutrients dry up, it's equivalent to trying to force a baby to grow without giving them any food, and forcing them to dig for it. If needs must, you can sacrifice excess or rotting food back to the soil with a process called 'composting' - put all your food waste and only your food waste in a bin, let it rot for a few days, then go nuts spreading it. We recommend you wash your hands and face at least three times afterwards. But your primary friends in restoring a land's vitality are earthworms and poo. Remember how I said most animals can't eat dirt? The common earthworm can. For all the ugly stories about finding a worm in a piece of fruit, these little troopers make it possible to grow those fruits in the first place. And poo also has these nutrients, when a species cannot digest a meal fully.
Lastly, it's a pity you didn't hire that hive drone, because beings like her are responsible for the final phase of growing most fruits: pollination. You take one flower, and you stuff it in the other flower's face to make it... well, it's reproduction for plants. But insectoids do it with more precision and dedication, and are responsible for over 80% of pollination efforts everywhere, so I think we can agree that is pretty effective!
Oh and if I remember correctly humans have this addiction to bee spit. Everyone says it's the sugar. Good luck!

>>1099698
Grey mother,
while the mysteries of our origin and magic you can learn could well found the fulcrum upon which you move this world into a better one for you all,
it will not fill your bellies nor shield you from coming cold.

It must be kept in mind, true, as it could be the one weapon you wield that the other groups cannot, the priorities and advice on farming must be foremost.
Then shelter.

Perhaps a place to share, store and work on plans.
A researcher spot, if you will.

Oh!
Someone was observing your conversation with crocodile from above.
Four fingers one thumb on each hand
Tan or light orange colouration.
Good climber, curious spirit, yet limited appreciation of privacy.
Not all bad traits, grey mother.
Perhaps worth encouraging towards the benefit of all rather than admonishing outright.

1/9 Grey 2024/11/20(Wed)08:45 No. 1100139 ID: 3f89df
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>>1099699

>We initially didn't explore it since there was an Insectoid infestation in the caves, and we lost Kiwi and Lynx in the process.

>>1099708 

>Yikes, well, if we don't know that there is anything good in the caves, don't throw any more bodies at it.

That makes sense; I'd hate to lose Crocodile, Bardeibor, or any other freed people for an ambitious but ultimately risky goal; thinking it over, if anything terrible happened, I'd feel guilty until the end of my days.
It's odd, though. It's as if I have a primal urge to explore it—I don't know. I can't explain it, Muni. Maybe it's nothing more than the scholarly side of my mind feasting for attention after months of inactivity.

Insectoids are nothing less than the might of a savage elephant. The Megaspider is a delusive mix between a praying mantis, a spider, and a beetle, with the killing power behind it.

2/9 Grey 2024/11/20(Wed)08:45 No. 1100140 ID: 3f89df
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If you excuse me, Muni, I have some things to share actually.
Insectoids are shared across the more mountainous regions, especially in the capital. One thing that we have discovered is that most Insectoids can't actually burrow; if they can, they are usually either bred from the queen for that task, so they are weak among those areas, or relatively small, even for a kobold that they are not much of a threat. Because of that, most goals result from using or setting a place on fire and then caving it in with no escape. Most survive or die from heat exhaustion from within the hour, and not all Insectoids have bustling queens; most Insectoids are rather interestingly self-reproductive even without a queen, so smaller, more tightknit communities of multiple types spring up, the only reason I hypothesize that the megascrabs, Spelopede, and megaspiders don't each other is due to pheromones, and getting rid of their antennae would render them blind and would attack others violently.
Unfortunately, I've only cared for those after such attacks, so I've not seen if that's true.
My apologies for going on a tangent, Muni; it's like... Something—I don't know. Forget about it.

3/9 Grey 2024/11/20(Wed)08:45 No. 1100141 ID: 3f89df
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>>1099708

>>1099713 

>>1099783

>>1099698
>I... I want to try. But only at the end. Right now, your victory is our priority. If you lose, we'll never have a chance.

>If you can do so, but your survival is the priority. please don't worry about our account.

>Grey mother,
>while the mysteries of our origin and magic you can learn could well found the fulcrum upon which you move this world into a better one for you all,
>it will not fill your bellies nor shield you from coming cold.

You heed great words, Muni; it's fair. Now's not the time to dwell on the what-ifs and attempt to prioritize research and our survival above all else; maybe shortly, we can think about how we can combat our impeeding apocalypse or discover what you or your mother genuinely are.
A part of me feels a deep well of sadness. Your advice so far has been paramount, and it gives me hope that we'll be able to survive despite the odds, but I feel bad for not being able to repay the favour; you seemed so sad when your mother went away, and I feel like as a caretaker it's an obligation to reunite you with your mother, I do feel a bit guilty for her death, maybe if I didn't pick her up, she wouldn't have shattered.

One day, you'll be able to speak to her again.

>>>1099699
>Let's start out with some essential farming tips that I can explain to you right now.
>First up: farmable land. Most forms of dirt can be used as farmland, but the catch is that the nutrients in the dirt - inedible to most animals that straight-up try to eat dirt due to the indigestibles, bacteria, and parasites that make up most of it, but generally edible by plants. Once those nutrients dry up, it's equivalent to trying to force a baby to grow without giving them any food and forcing them to dig for it. If needs must, you can sacrifice excess or rotting food back to the soil with a process called 'composting' - put all your food waste and only your food waste in a bin, let it rot for a few days, then go nuts spreading it. We recommend you wash your hands and face at least three times afterwards. But your primary friends in restoring a land's vitality are earthworms and poo. >Remember how I said most animals can't eat dirt? The common earthworm can. For all the ugly stories about finding a worm in a piece of fruit, these little troopers make it possible to grow those fruits in the first place. And poo also has these nutrients when a species cannot digest a meal fully.
>Lastly, it's a pity you didn't hire that hive drone because beings like her are responsible for the final phase of growing most fruits: pollination. You take one flower, and you stuff it in the other flower's face to make it... well, it's reproduction for plants. But insectoids do it with more precision and dedication and are responsible for over 80% of pollination efforts everywhere, so I think we can agree that is pretty effective!
Oh and if I remember correctly humans have this addiction to bee spit. Everyone says it's the sugar. Good luck!

That... is a lot... did your mother used to be a farmer or instead, did your mother used to give advice and speak with farmers of the land? Either way, I'll relay that advice to Crocodile and the others working on the plot. For the others, I'll reinforce the need to hunt and scavenge as with everyone, including the little ones here; even if we ration it out to a meal a day, we'd be out in less than a week If we had known that everything would be a loss, we'd have planned to stock our caravan whole of 60% of a barony's food, either way, the advice will be paramount, and an outhouse or even a simple walled area with a ditch in the ground that can be easily accessed for the use of fertilizer will have to be a priority.

It's odd, though. Ever since I met you, I've not really needed to take a break in that way. Either way, it's been helpful, so thanks for that.

Oh, I didn't know that! Well, I'm not really that knowledgeable regarding farming; even though I'm what most upper nobles wouldn't call a Nobel, my father was wealthy enough to host an estate which housed a farm; he didn't need to work on it as he was a renowned Smoke Speaker and herbalist so he saw it as beneath him, and he taught me about politics, accounting, and a lot about herbology and medical practices, He also tried to teach me theology, but his teachings about the Coal dragon was what I'd say, Misinformed regarding the truth of blood mother.
But because I spent most of my days in my chamber, I never really got to see what the many workers outside did or how they did it. And anyway, Father exported wine, which doesn't help fix a hole in your stomach.

As advisors, you may have advised Kings, Charltan's Theivs, Princes, Doctors, Soldiers and the like. You may consider me and my father to be nobels since we were reasonably well off and owned lands, such as my father's church and our estate. But we weren't any barons; Crocodile's House was our baron who owned the region for other reasons, which I won't state further.

4/9 Grey 2024/11/20(Wed)08:45 No. 1100142 ID: 3f89df
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I can hear the tension of your fellow siblings, Muni, but I wish to state one more thing regarding insectoids: Eusa's (The Hive Drone)

Esua's are quite diffrent from insectoids, or at least that's what I've heard them say; My knowledge regarding them is in search parties that went to Esua territory while bringing gifts to counteract their defensive aggression. While most I've seen haven't been able to talk, some were able to speak our language and the common language and showed a degree of intelligence and a spark of self-identity than most feral hive species; I don't know if they produce jelly. To the uneducated, most lump them in with insectoids, but they are diffrent. Insectoids are a label given to giant Insects that are mainly carnivores and scavengers, although I don't know if they pollinate plants. I have seen insectoids that look like Esua's, and to me, at least, they are personally Terrifying, even if they are less aggressive than most Insectoids. They produce a jelly-like substance at their hives, which I'm not sure how it's done. It's a Delicacy, and Crocodile has tried it out a couple of times growing up. It's pretty sweet and addicting to those who try it, almost like a drug. Even if I got the chance, too, I'd pass on most of it because I wouldn't know if it was made with a sentient creature's meat.

5/9 Grey 2024/11/20(Wed)08:45 No. 1100143 ID: 3f89df
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>>1099691
>Oh sweet fudge and by all the gods who haven't abandoned us! What did we miss?!
>I'm glad he stopped, whatever he just did disconnect us from you for months! Or, at least, it seemed that way. When we get disconnected from someone we're contracted to, we sort of... tune out?
>I'll be honest, Grey: not all our adventures with hosts ended happily ever after. Everything from mortals to gods to even heroes chosen by the Constellations or the Void; many of them met their ends in failure or regret. The thing is, we have a limited connection to Destiny; as long as we're connected, you're probably going to have a positive amount of net good luck, but... if we get disconnected forever, none of us will ever find out how your story ends, and I don't think most of those unfinished stories ended with 'sunshine and rainbows'.

That's incredibly interesting! Do you see time differently than most? That would explain how you could chat with me for hours on end and then become silent and reappear again. I had initially thought you were sleeping during those times, and maybe you were, but in my perception, at least, you were only gone for less than a minute.
That is something to ask you and your mother later! If we weren't in the fight of our lives. I want to explore that further.

6/9 Grey 2024/11/20(Wed)08:45 No. 1100144 ID: 3f89df
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>>1099783

>Oh!
>Someone was observing your conversation with Crocodile from above.
>Four fingers one thumb on each hand
>Tan or light orange colouration.
>Good climber, curious spirit, yet limited appreciation of privacy.
>Not all bad traits, grey mother.
>Perhaps worth encouraging towards the benefit of all rather than admonishing outright.

I look up towards the ceiling and ask in the least hostile voice I can muster:
"Is anybody up there? I can tell you where listening in."
But it's been too late; they seem to be already gone. One of the humans, perhaps? I wouldn't be surprised. It's definitely something to consider once I get the time to meet with them.

With most questions and a plan in the set, I've decided to help with the management and a bit of the hands-on work of our up-and-coming farm; again, thank you, Muni, for the-

7/9 Mother 2024/11/20(Wed)08:45 No. 1100145 ID: 3f89df
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You feel a sudden jolt as if your perception of reality itself has been pulled from under you in the blink of an eye, instead replaced with an odd, jet homely feeling; around you is the darkness of the void until a familiar set of soothing colours dance across yourself, you see the eye of your mother in front of you. You feel a sense of content her voices echos throughout your mind, constantly animating as if her reassuring voice is an soft lullaby.
"Rest now, my children, for at the brink of twilight from whence you awake, you shall evolve into something more than your leech of a host, and at the moment, I shall meet my babies again, for your important choice."
You feel sleepy, and it isn't long before you close your eyes. Suddenly, you're jolted awake, back to the perception of your host, Grey.

8/9 Grey 2024/11/20(Wed)08:45 No. 1100146 ID: 3f89df
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Oh, I just felt something. Is that you, Muni? I was wondering why you've been so quiet. It's been about a week since we last spoke. A lot has happened since then, and we've been quite busy.
The farm you suggested, while not finished, is in a state where we've started to plant seeds in the finished plots; the approximate yield won't be something that we could trade with at the moment, but enough for emergencies. We've got a fundamental outhouse setup with a pit for ease of dung collection, which Kent has surprisingly taken care of despite it's stench. and a storage area doubling as beds for the freed people. The construction of individual huts or homes and furniture is still underway. It's enough progress that we can allow ourselves a little rest in between and nearing the end of the gruelling work hours.
I've never worked this hard before, and my physical body feels the same.

9/9 Grey 2024/11/20(Wed)08:45 No. 1100147 ID: 3f89df
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As for the freed people, besides work talk, I've not had much time to get to know them individually; I'm currently taking a break as I don't think I can push myself anymore. Getting to know the freed people would be friendly. The children have been helping with our jobs, but we've been allowing them time to play and be kids, and we're not at the point where we need extensive child labour.

I asked Kent and Aludem :Auldem_normal_noanims:
if they were spying on us, telling them why I wasn't accusing them of wrongdoing and how those skills could be helpful in the future.
Kent said nothing, his stomach mostly grumbling. Meanwhile, Aludem took all the credit and loudly boasted about his accomplishments and past accomplishments; Auldem has been loudly complaining while helping us with work, begging and moaning to know when we'll send somebody or something to go on an adventure or even a supply run.

Trick, Kent, and Baredibor :baredibor_normal_noanims:
have been taking rounds hunting, and Bardeibor's been warming up to them, Trick I understand, but when I asked why Kent he just responded. :baredibor_happy_anims: "He's Pretty Strong, and he can eat an deer in one bite." I don't know what my response should be to that.

Although most of the freed people's morale has fluctuated, they haven't attempted to flee yet; sleeping on the ground among supplies and others seems to be a common complaint.

The colours of dusk are now upon us, and most are either finishing their tasks or getting ready for bed. At this time, I want to know what I should do next. Should I get to know any of the freed people, finish an element, or plan for the future or tomorrow?

>>1100140
...You sure? We know of many insectoid species that burrow as a way of life.
Most insectoids we know of are... small. Maybe that has something to do with it.

>>1100141
We are advisory spirits, not poltergeist servants. From the moment we are born, we are trained to use our minds, and occasionally to use our excuses of bodies for the further purpose of further reinforcing our minds. We also have access to a great library of knowledge. Now, see, the problem is that the library is corrupted - there's no ban on adding content that is a complete lie.
Ah, the wonders of our 'sacred' First Amendment - more information than your entire nation could ever read... and about half of it is completely false. Or rather, some is based on false information and some is completely made up garbage. Our education is mainly about learning how to find the true stuff, and to know how to look for it. Results vary; some teachers use the wrong half by mistake.
...You know, you kind of look like a Neumono from this angle. You don't have any obsession with developing a close, family-like bond with as many-

>>1100145
MOM-

>>1100146
...Mom made it to the afterlife. We just got the call. Should... should I be happy about that?
What did she mean by a choice - why the hells would she call us 'leeches'?! I'm freaking out!
Grey, if you start getting sick, wash your hands and then make contact with people you trust. (and wash hands again) If we transplant between multiple hosts you probably can handle the mitochondria energy drain together.

>What do
Review your production chain. Do you have assignments ready for when the harvest begins? Who will lead the efforts to bake bread, craft preservatives, and make sure no-one freaks out when someone gets injured? Do you have diets planned out for when you need double-time efforts and thus need extra calories (energy in living beings)?

>>1100145
Mother!
We... we missed you.

>>1100147
Time well spent grey mother.
Bedding should be a secondary priority now.
Anything made can be moved to the eventual residence.

Have you cohsidered spending a little time making a simple game?
Skittles, chess, dice, even something as simple as a stick to throw rocks at.
Something to relax with and perhaps socialise around.
Build bonds.
Learn who works well with each other and those who do not.
A community is like any construction, you have to know where every part goes best or it will fail to work.

Time to get to know some people. You'll need to learn who you can trust so you can delegate tasks.
Getting enough shelters built for everyone is the next priority. Don't want people getting sick and unable to work.

1/5 Grey 2024/12/10(Tue)19:28 No. 1101085 ID: 3f89df
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>>1100161

>Review your production chain. Do you have assignments ready for when the harvest begins? Who will lead the efforts to bake bread, craft preservatives, and make sure no-one freaks out when someone gets injured? Do you have diets planned out for when you need double-time efforts and thus need extra calories (energy in living beings)?

Muni as much as your care to make sure where okay is something I wish to cherish, That has been what I’ve been doing for the last couple of days, I have an basic idea, of who and what, but I don’t think I’d want to bore you with the intricate details of which, there is an certain upper-hand that we can bring through being reactive then being proactive, If I spent more energy thinking on who should do what now, I may make someone’s who’ll do another person’s job’s better be left out, It’s also better to investigate the freed people and assess their skills, more then what I have barely seen and what they’ve told me.

2/5 Grey 2024/12/10(Tue)19:28 No. 1101086 ID: 3f89df
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>Mother! We... we missed you.

I missed you too! A part of me wonders why you’ve been gone for so long, but as we’ve talked about before, you may interrupt time differently compared to us, so I won’t judge, or pry further, you might not even know the question of why.

>Time well spent, grey mother. Bedding should be a secondary priority now. Anything made can be moved to the eventual residence.

>Getting enough shelters built for everyone is the next priority. Don't want people getting sick and unable to work.

That’s the plan, unless an emergency or complication comes up; In which case that’ll take second priority Muni, thank you for the reminder, if somebody becomes sick, then I’ll probably have to react on what’ll be the best place for them to recover for what we have.

3/5 Grey 2024/12/10(Tue)19:28 No. 1101087 ID: 3f89df
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>Have you considered spending a little time making a simple game?
Skittles, chess, dice, even something as simple as a stick to throw rocks at.
Something to relax with and perhaps socialise around. build bonds.
>Learn who works well with each other and those who do not. A community is like any construction, you have to know where every part goes best or it will fail to work.

I haven’t had the time, although I do have an simple game of Dragon-Hop that ounce originated in the capital as an main priority, it’s similar to the humans “Chess”, but with an couple of differences, me and Crocodile used to play quite a lot of games when we first where getting used to each other, especially those used to war-time strategies, he always used to win because he was an lot more aggressive, but I tended to have more pieces on the board as I treated them more like people, rather then mindless pawns with specific jobs and tasks like Crocodile did, although he did may have an point that if this was realistic, and we were facing off an against an savage foe, I would not be fit to lead an army, because I’d put everyone to their early graves. I don’t think it would be incredibly useful of mine to focus on that instead of strengthening bonds now, but the simple game ideas are certainly interesting to test out.

>Time to get to know some people. You'll need to learn who you can trust so you can delegate tasks

I think that’s a good use of an evening, and it won’t exhaust me nearly as much as trying the delegated tasks, which might burn more energy into tomorrow, which I definitely don’t wish to happen- Wait I feel something… like a weird sensation in my brain, almost like wiggling hoping to speak-

4/5 Grey 2024/12/10(Tue)19:28 No. 1101088 ID: 3f89df
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>...Mom made it to the afterlife. We just got the call. Should... should I be happy about that?
What did she mean by a choice - why the hells would she call us 'leeches'?! I'm freaking out!
Grey, if you start getting sick, wash your hands and then make contact with people you trust. (and wash hands again) If we transplant between multiple hosts you probably can handle the mitochondria energy drain together.

Muni.. or I guess one of Muni’s voices, you sound collectively shaken… you say- you saw your mother? That’s interesting… Leeches? I mean I don’t know if your relationship with your mom, so I shouldn’t presume you mean….No no! Your angels from bloodmother, you wouldn't mean any harm to me! Right? No, no you're just being silly, silly, Muni. I don’t know why but I feel as if my body is shaking in my core as if I cannot move, I need to breathe, and move on…from…
Yes! Who should I speak with…

5/5 Grey 2024/12/10(Tue)19:31 No. 1101090 ID: 3f89df
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Muni, who do you think I should spend this evening talking to? I think I could add an additional person, before the conversation becomes less about them as an individual and more of an group activity so that I can accurately read and build an bond with them, but three or more can be done, as well I think I’d have enough time to spend a couple hours with at least two to three separate insitstence’s, so who should I include and or talk too? For how long and where?


[A] Crocodile
[B] Bardeibor
[C] Trick RedClaw
[D] Alduem Huen
[E] Leiko Therishia
[F] Untella BreadMaker
[G] Sweetie Huni Drop
[H] Muni R
[I] Deila Vun
[J] Kent
[K] Uea

>>1101090
So, I vote that you bond with the following servants. The fourth vote onwards is if one of my picks doesn't get a majority.
H, K, J, I, D, G.

>>1101090
Untella perhaps.
Discover her priorities, likes and goals grey mother.
You may find it relaxing too.

Hang out with Untella and Sweetie. Since they have farm/culinary experience they would be first pick to put in charge of the food situation. Get a feel for how they work together. Maybe they could open a kitchen.

[E]