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FrangibleCover posted:Peaceish I concur and move that Peace with plans be officially introduced as a third option.
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Peace with some sneakery.
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Sep 8, 2019 22:12
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Peace with plans seems like the best direction.
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Sep 8, 2019 23:19
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WAR https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Fl1pCPb504
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Rajputana is not ruled by strange heathens, it's ruled by kin! The fate of the Middle West is being decided between the followers of the Sun and the Moon, the north is being ravaged by the Mongols. We tibetans must remain united and strong! We can propose the Queen to submit to imperial authority but, otherwise, there shall be Peace in our time but if some accident were to happen to the good queen that gives us reason to protect Rajputana from chaos, I wouldn't complain
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Kangxi posted:This is much closer than I thought it would be. Goons have changed from wanting to make war all the time, but we still uphold the tradition of driving everything to the ground anyway. ref. Al-Andalus
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Sep 9, 2019 00:52
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War is inevitable, make sure you stab as many enemy rulers as possible on the way.
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Pacho posted:Goons have changed from wanting to make war all the time, but we still uphold the tradition of driving everything to the ground anyway. ref. Al-Andalus I know. I voted in Al-Andalus. And I have to say a lot of voters are OK with stabbing members of the royal family.
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Kangxi posted:And I have to say a lot of voters are OK with stabbing members of the royal family. I am not. (This time.) PEACE
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Kangxi posted:I know. I voted in Al-Andalus. You say that as though we're setting some kind of precedent. Perish the thought 
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Sep 9, 2019 01:14
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Peace. We need to breathe.
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Kangxi posted:I know. I voted in Al-Andalus. When have royal cabinet goons ever not been in favor of this
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Sep 9, 2019 02:33
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Sep 9, 2019 02:49
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Let there be peace
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Sep 9, 2019 03:34
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Peace. Internal drama is always much more entertaining
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Sep 9, 2019 03:38
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PEACE Because it's going to be really anticlimactic for you to have to write the war out of existence when the claimant dies of syphilis
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I'll change my vote to Peace.
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Let there be Peace in our time. And we can make pieces of the enemy later.
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Peace with plans is a coward’s vote
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Flesnolk posted:Peace with plans is a coward’s vote It's just Soft Tibexit.
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War, might as well start some trouble in the region.
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Flesnolk posted:Peace with plans is a coward’s vote
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FrangibleCover posted:It's exactly what I'd be doing if I had Kangxi's save. Call me a coward again if you like, but be wary of remote inns that smell like manure. That just means the ingredients are all locally sourced!
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“Here are two choices, both with positives and negatives” “Okay but what if we had one that was only positive”
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Soup du Jour posted:“Here are two choices, both with positives and negatives” Its a dumb choice! India is full of lovely weak states Tibet could pick off easily. States that aren't ruled by co-religious kinsmen! Go after the other states!
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FrangibleCover posted:It's exactly what I'd be doing if I had Kangxi's save. Call me a coward again if you like, but be wary of remote inns that smell like manure. Can we not do the weird in-character stuff
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Flesnolk posted:Can we not do the weird in-character stuff What’s in character about discussing a save?
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 The vote is closed. Vote for a war with Rajputana to press the claims of Purgyal Gémathar War: 19 (TheFlyingLlama, Technowolf, Lord Cyrahzax, Rody One Half, HereticMIND, wedgekree, Randaconda, Lynneth, RagnarokZ, Maxie Satan, pinchofginger, Jeoh, Eastbound Spider, Mcclay, AJ_Impy (if they do not swear allegiance), Negrostrike, GrabbinPeels, Freudian, Aeromancia) Peace: 25 (Ferrovanadium, Bloodly, Flesnolk, Minus Green, frankenfreak, idhrendur, habeusdorkus, Erwin the German, Angry Salami, New Mars, PetraCore, berryjon, Mirdini, HiHo ChiRo, ThatBasqueGuy, i81icu812, Jossar, Akratic Method, Soup du Jour, QuoProQuid, jalapeno_dude, VerySlightlyMad, Iceblocks, RubixSquid, wedgekree) Peace with 'Plans': 8 (Snipee, FrangibleCover, Eleven Eleven, Viola the Mad, Dr_Gee, Teddybear, Sir Mopalot, Pacho) With 52 votes counted, the most popular option is to not go to war with the Kingdom of Rajputana. (I know a lot of people changed their minds, so tell me if I miscounted.) Her Imperial Majesty will deliver a response shortly.
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Soup du Jour posted:“Here are two choices, both with positives and negatives” I'm happy enough with peace though.
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First Meeting of the Central Secretariat of the Empire of Tibet, Her Imperial Majesty Pelmo I presiding The discussion dies down after some more extensive debates and even a few personal snipes. Her Majesty, between downing cups of butter tea, has been whispering to her personal secretary, who has been taking notes. She stands and speaks in a calm, quiet voice.  : It seems we have reached a majority opinion, if not a complete consensus.: Here is what we will do. The kingdom will inform Gémathar that we will not press her claims on Rajputana. We may instead find a more suitable opponent in the south if there is an opportunity. : So that matter is settled. The kingdom will act in accordance with the decisions here. : But there is another matter I must address. I know that you've heard stories about the last civil war. I, too, am horrified to hear them.: Wherever we are, we must always fight to dispel delusions and restore order. Our family is bound together by common interests and a shared destiny. The empire is held together through the laws we aspire to follow, a common faith, oaths of loyalty, and the bonds of personal understanding. Titles and responsibilities change, but loyalty is the principle that is most essential. We hold each other to loyalty, and I am bound by the responsibilities I have.: The consequences of disorder are terrible to imagine; only look at the state of the world. Think, with great care, of how close we were to that.: I have oaths to follow and duties to you. We shall continue the empire as it always was. It is the natural order of things. Go now in peace and good health.OOC: Yes, this is a very minor update. I'll be out of town again and I'll have something more after I get back and finish some tasks. Kangxi fucked around with this message at 02:21 on Sep 12, 2019 |
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Chapter 30: 1125 to 1147: Tsenmo Purgyal Pelmo 'the Dragon' As told by the Empress  The war with Rajputana was called off, but the empire remained in a desperate state.  The mints were working overtime but the coins they produced were not so trustworthy, with less pure metal in them. The silver and gold veins were running dry.  At least, I was able to keep the court's expenses in line.  Some other leader, one better at understanding farming or pastoral living or trades or coin, could come up with some way to get us out of this.  I was not that person.  I was barely able to keep the Mongols from raiding the north.  But we soon had something else to occupy ourselves. The Sacred Hierarch called for a holy war against the Kingdom in Gujaratra.   A sliver of land to our far west, ruled by petty princes poking each others' eyes over the ruins of the Pratiharas.   I at least made the attempt to participate,  even as the nobles around me, including my husband, grew lazy. I went out with the army. There was really very little for me to do. The armies of the vassal kings, as well as the Kingdom of Rajputana, were already there and sacking the cities by the time I had arrived. Well, the trip was not a real waste.  We had first met by accident. I was up late, as I often was when I heard a rustling noise outside. I had met a priestess there, about my age, and of her like I had thought there were none left. She was eating potatoes from her rations. She was the head of a monastery just south of Lhasa, a young monk at first, elected after her work to train nurses.  I had wanted to spend more time with her, I asked. She smiled, and blushed, and ran away.  I tried again. I had not felt such a kind of innocence for so long, without the feeling that was to be manipulated or asked for some favor.  Around her, I felt completely at ease, as if there was no one else in the world. I had become bashful and contrived to try and please her.  I thought of the ancestors and all the spirits of the countryside watching us. I consider what I did to be an act of worship.  The war was, in my view, a success.  And there was the maid, too, yes... Anyway.  I felt rejuvenated. I was able to advance some changes to the legal code, on the authority of the imperial seat, the structure of bureaucracy and reporting, and revising laws.  I had dared to bite of the fruits of life.   More angry peasants to scare off. Bah.  I yearned then to take myself out of the constant turmoil. I had a house set in order in the south, further away from the cities, so that I might live away from Lhasa, with only reliable guards and maids around.  I was at least assured that we would not be invaded for some time.  And that the cities grew and the fields and herds were prosperous.  I asked the messengers from court to keep less important news out of my mind.  For the first time in years, perhaps decades, I could relax. I could float on the lake, unbothered, and see only the sky.  In time, I was alerted that the Han (the Third Han?) invaded the very south of the continent, to depose the last remnants of the Ming.  Enough reason to retire to the villa and spend time with Tashi. Experiment with Chinese remedies for headaches. Pins and needles.  With some hesitation, I returned to Lhasa.  I was informed that the western vassal king in Nepal was striking the last of the Seljuk forts in the Hindu Kush.  And that the Kingdom of Rajputana had overwhelmed almost all that was left of the Pratiharas.  Not long after I had returned, Tashi had passed. I was told it was overwork at her monastery and weakness of the heart. She's in a better place now. That's what everyone else says.  I couldn't find the strength to look at other people anymore.  But the work of royalty does not really end. There is always someone ready to strike, especially in moments of your own weakness.  So I have no pity for them either.  Heads on spikes.  For I am surrounded by the petty and the vengeful.  The long distant children of the Ming were defeated once again.  Years ago, I had arranged to betroth a son of mine to a distant daughter of the queen of Rajputana. By some fluke, not of my doing, I swear, that daughter was now queen and rightful ruler. I could not believe my luck - the queen had arranged to follow that arrangement. Perhaps in a generation or so, the lands would be united yet again.  Something had changed about the places we ruled. Though the people there spoke their different languages and held to their beliefs, and there was only so much we could do to change that, the whole mouth of the Ganges was considered part of Tibet as if it always was so.  We had soon heard, that following our example, the Seljuks had formed their own imperial guard. They would be drawn from a tough and hardy people, who apparently had survived invasions from both east and west. I am told they claimed descent from one of three brothers.  The Seljuks would need the help.  In 1141, my oldest son died of fever.  I do wonder how things will go on after I'm gone.  My only daughter had asked me if she could serve with the Imperial Guards and live with the Mongols, to learn the life of war as a daughter should. I agreed.    One of the councilors, a vassal king of the south, had contrived to show me some scenes of life for the merchants and traders, that I might learn what to do from their example and the series of new experiences.  I was in no condition to listen. All folly.  I was such a foul mood that I had them all punished and taxed further when the opportunity came.  I had tried, in a fit of foolishness or passion, to get myself closer to a different member of the Imperial Guard. She was at first interested, but she recoiled. She said my breath smelled like her mother's.  I walked back to the palace, passing by the grand new university buildings that I had ordered finished. The beautiful things are across the street from filthy huts.  Of course, I soon discovered the rumors and stories about me. They would blame me for the plagues if they could find a way. The longer I rule, the more absurd they become. But the nobility and the church cannot figure it out. They want everything to be so complicated. Really it's simple. Everyone imagines themselves as a player on the board, and everyone else as the pieces.  I will remind even our Mongols who they serve. They are not saints or gods. Just people.  They steal from me, where there isn't as much left.  Every story they tell, every lie, is a cover for something else. I had them removed from the council without hesitation, to great applause.  My daughter will be back soon, from her time in the imperial guard. I don't know what I'll say, what I can say. When she gets here, I'll get ready to tell her the truth. Everything. So that someone might understand the course of my life. Those who don't have any responsibility don't understand, they can't look past the phrases and rituals. The empire endures, without any grand battles or expensive wars, just a few dead kings. This is a way to rule. I have a divine mandate. I think of the great Gyalyum so constantly, and I understand what has to be done. No one will speak out against the rule, and the silence is the confirmation that what I have done is good. 
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Well, this is about to get messy.
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what are you talking about, a six year old child is clearly the best person to run a decadent and declining empire
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Tibet has even more high places to fall from than usual. Just saying.
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Chapter 32: 1147 to 1150 - Tsenpo Purgyal Chokey Extracts from a child's writing exercises  My name is  My teacher is Tisho. He tells me what to write.  [Beneath a crude drawing of multiple figures.] This is the council. Tisho says they are a bunch of pinheads.  Today I learned about the Mongols. They ask me for money, so they can stop the bad people. They are strong and helpful.  The Mongols drink milk and eat cheese. They ride on their horses all day and they live in felt tents.  Other Mongols are fighting the Turks.  Some people go east to fight the Chinese, and then they bring things to me.  Today I also practiced rituals. I read the scriptures of the way of the visual world.  The words are tough and I don't get it. The priest smells funny and I don't understand what he's saying. I like playing with swords more.  When I get back from the temple, I want to play. Tisho was leaning on the windowsill, and he was looking at the ground. I think he lost something.  I hope he finds it.  I'm going to play 'Horse Thief', 'Sun and Moon', and tug-of-war with my friends later. I'm going to win! ================================================ Löntsän Tisho ran his hands through his hair, paced around the table, and sat down. He wipes his hands on an embroidered cloth, rocking back and forth. He feels the sweat trickle down his sides. The table was set with the silver soup bowls and fine chopsticks, a fine set brought from Lhasa. A stout maid walks past, carrying a large basket of potatoes. He bolts out of his seat, and she nearly drops the basket. "Excuse me. Have you seen His Majesty, the emperor?" "N. No, sir." He sits and rubs his chin. The sun was slipping behind the mountains, drawing out long, exaggerated shadows. His thoughts veer between the distant fear of approaching armies and the more rapid panic of his charge disappearing. A messenger approached, with the distinctive waddle of having ridden on a horse for too long. Tisho rushes up to him, unable to conceal his panic. "What news do you have?" "Just these, sir," he says, passing over a bundle of sealed letters. Tisho thanks him and dismisses him. He tears upon the envelope and reads the thin missives. Armies marching up from the south, the claimant nowhere to be found. Lhasa itself empty. He had moved the court to the old castle at Taktse, a rickety old thing barely used in centuries, but it wasn't Lhasa. He had to think about the armies from the south, what they could do, what they'd do to him if they found him, what they'd do to his wife and son -- And where was his majesty? He walked towards the thin narrow window. He called out again, in a loud, desperate voice, pleading. "Your majesty! Choekyi!"  "Your majesty!" Not a hundred paces from him, a toy sword lay in the dirt. There is nothing else beside it, but the sound of prayer flags in the wind. 
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The Sandman posted:Tibet has even more high places to fall from than usual.  Chokey
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