Thread Status: (open/closed)
Players involved: gabe, haji
Characters involved: Markus (gabe), Nathaniel (haji)
Setting: Seliel City, the Leader's Quarters. It is shortly after a close - but not too close - victory for Nathaniel. It is early evening.
Weather: Partly cloudy with a pleasant breeze. The sun is beginning to set and the city is aglow with festivities. As it should be.
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Nathaniel could have won by a landslide. He could have twirled his fingers like a puppeteer and made the ballots, the polls, and the propaganda tout his assured victory and there wasn't a single thing anybody could have done to stop him. His elected leadership was his gods given right as a superior being knitted of magic; it tasted delicious.
It had gone so smoothly as well. Even in the twilight hours while the counts were being done and redone, it was like he was trailing his fingers down the smoothness of his husband's back. Crackling with malice internally but looking hopeful in the public eye. Gods these peoples were so stupid it was embarrassing. They'd never had real leadership. Not really.
And wasn't it his civil duty to correct that?
The house that elected leaders lived in was as beautiful and sturdy as he was. Polished floors made of exquisite black stone and bathed in the orange glow of dozens of magically fueled lamps every few steps were the dullest features. High ceilings that could barely contain Nathaniel's ego, elegant tapestries depicting the legends of creation and climactic battles between gods, demigods, and whatever else the oaf who occupied this place previously thought was fancy. It was tacky at best.
The whole place was going to need to be redecorated, but it would suffice for one night.
Nathaniel stood on the balcony of the top floor of his new estate. He resumed a human form, though his robes - cloyingly orange - billowed out behind him in the breeze. He looked upon his city with pride. He'd taken this. He owned half of it, and he was going to make some major changes to this stagnating mess of a sloppy landfill even if it killed him. Ha!
He'd have to attend a gala later in the evening to deal with the plebeians who, under his command, carried out his victory flawlessly. Rub some elbows, soak in the compliments. All the typical political bullshit that did not interest him in the slightest. He needed to get his cargo ships mobilized and force change into economy. Start paving the way to new standards and sniping every brilliant mind he could from every corner of the world.
Perhaps the economic and industrial boom would put Seliel City back into competition with the rest of the leading travesties. That would be second line of action. First was redrawing district lines. Maybe Markus would be interested in that.
Nathaniel thought to go look for his lovely husband. The light of his life and the biggest source of inspiration. How could Nathaniel change the city to better suit his husband's wants and needs? More space for himself? More stomping ground, more shiny objects to take from others? They could draw lines together and then Nathaniel would make it happen.
Where was Markus?
Players involved: gabe, haji
Characters involved: Markus (gabe), Nathaniel (haji)
Setting: Seliel City, the Leader's Quarters. It is shortly after a close - but not too close - victory for Nathaniel. It is early evening.
Weather: Partly cloudy with a pleasant breeze. The sun is beginning to set and the city is aglow with festivities. As it should be.
---
Nathaniel could have won by a landslide. He could have twirled his fingers like a puppeteer and made the ballots, the polls, and the propaganda tout his assured victory and there wasn't a single thing anybody could have done to stop him. His elected leadership was his gods given right as a superior being knitted of magic; it tasted delicious.
It had gone so smoothly as well. Even in the twilight hours while the counts were being done and redone, it was like he was trailing his fingers down the smoothness of his husband's back. Crackling with malice internally but looking hopeful in the public eye. Gods these peoples were so stupid it was embarrassing. They'd never had real leadership. Not really.
And wasn't it his civil duty to correct that?
The house that elected leaders lived in was as beautiful and sturdy as he was. Polished floors made of exquisite black stone and bathed in the orange glow of dozens of magically fueled lamps every few steps were the dullest features. High ceilings that could barely contain Nathaniel's ego, elegant tapestries depicting the legends of creation and climactic battles between gods, demigods, and whatever else the oaf who occupied this place previously thought was fancy. It was tacky at best.
The whole place was going to need to be redecorated, but it would suffice for one night.
Nathaniel stood on the balcony of the top floor of his new estate. He resumed a human form, though his robes - cloyingly orange - billowed out behind him in the breeze. He looked upon his city with pride. He'd taken this. He owned half of it, and he was going to make some major changes to this stagnating mess of a sloppy landfill even if it killed him. Ha!
He'd have to attend a gala later in the evening to deal with the plebeians who, under his command, carried out his victory flawlessly. Rub some elbows, soak in the compliments. All the typical political bullshit that did not interest him in the slightest. He needed to get his cargo ships mobilized and force change into economy. Start paving the way to new standards and sniping every brilliant mind he could from every corner of the world.
Perhaps the economic and industrial boom would put Seliel City back into competition with the rest of the leading travesties. That would be second line of action. First was redrawing district lines. Maybe Markus would be interested in that.
Nathaniel thought to go look for his lovely husband. The light of his life and the biggest source of inspiration. How could Nathaniel change the city to better suit his husband's wants and needs? More space for himself? More stomping ground, more shiny objects to take from others? They could draw lines together and then Nathaniel would make it happen.
Where was Markus?
