Toptomcat
2016-01-16, 12:06 AM
The OOC thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?475189-The-Free-Cities-of-Varisia-(Bel-s-Nations-Game)&p=20304048)
"What do you mean, the Tower of Records is on fire?"
Amelia Centinari, the Serene Doge of the Free Cities of Varisia as of six PM this Thursday, glared at the functionary from across her desk.
"Green fire, your Serenity. The smoke seems to be drifting down, not up, spreading through the streets: we've had to evacuate half the Administrative District. This has greatly complicated firefighting efforts."
The young elf massaged her temples for a moment, trying to fight off a rising headache.
"Dispel Magic's been tried, I hope?"
"It dissipates a good-sized chunk of the smoke, but more's always coming. Trying it on the flames hasn't been much better: we don't have enough mages to put it all out at once, and if you leave half of it burning the other half catches it alight again.
Unless someone comes up with a brilliant solution, we're going to have to let it burn to the ground."
Emily snarled in a distinctly unladylike fashion.
"Those motherless Medici bastards. I knew they wouldn't take losing the election well, but I wasn't expecting them to torch the place on their way out.
By the Golden Lady, I need a drink. Join me, Lorenzo?"
"Certainly, madam."
Amelia pours herself a shot of amaretto and immediately downs half the glass, savoring the taste of the sweet almond liqueur on its way down.
"Okay, then. Damage control. Tell the firefighters to get out of there- no sense losing half the force to smoke inhalation. Complete the evac of the Administrative District and start finding some temporary workplace for the ones we can't lose. I'll talk to Eria about getting some of the Academy professors to put out the fire, or demolish the Tower safely, or something.
And put a bounty on the Medicis. This crosses a line."
"At once, my lord Doge."
Emily slumps over her desk as the flunky leaves it, sighing a pained sigh. With seemingly no warning or summons, Eria abruptly teleported into the room.
"The fire?"
"Yep."
"We're already working on it. I told Lorenzo it was a loss."
"This sucks, Er. What with this and the assasinations, we're going to be governing in the dark. No records, no good maps...it'll be like Varisia just appeared here out of the blue. We're going to have to send out scouting parties to a land we've lived in for centuries. Reestablish diplomatic relations with everybody. It's humiliating."
Eria gave the older girl's hair a tousle.
"We'll make it work."
"What do you mean, the Tower of Records is on fire?"
Amelia Centinari, the Serene Doge of the Free Cities of Varisia as of six PM this Thursday, glared at the functionary from across her desk.
"Green fire, your Serenity. The smoke seems to be drifting down, not up, spreading through the streets: we've had to evacuate half the Administrative District. This has greatly complicated firefighting efforts."
The young elf massaged her temples for a moment, trying to fight off a rising headache.
"Dispel Magic's been tried, I hope?"
"It dissipates a good-sized chunk of the smoke, but more's always coming. Trying it on the flames hasn't been much better: we don't have enough mages to put it all out at once, and if you leave half of it burning the other half catches it alight again.
Unless someone comes up with a brilliant solution, we're going to have to let it burn to the ground."
Emily snarled in a distinctly unladylike fashion.
"Those motherless Medici bastards. I knew they wouldn't take losing the election well, but I wasn't expecting them to torch the place on their way out.
By the Golden Lady, I need a drink. Join me, Lorenzo?"
"Certainly, madam."
Amelia pours herself a shot of amaretto and immediately downs half the glass, savoring the taste of the sweet almond liqueur on its way down.
"Okay, then. Damage control. Tell the firefighters to get out of there- no sense losing half the force to smoke inhalation. Complete the evac of the Administrative District and start finding some temporary workplace for the ones we can't lose. I'll talk to Eria about getting some of the Academy professors to put out the fire, or demolish the Tower safely, or something.
And put a bounty on the Medicis. This crosses a line."
"At once, my lord Doge."
Emily slumps over her desk as the flunky leaves it, sighing a pained sigh. With seemingly no warning or summons, Eria abruptly teleported into the room.
"The fire?"
"Yep."
"We're already working on it. I told Lorenzo it was a loss."
"This sucks, Er. What with this and the assasinations, we're going to be governing in the dark. No records, no good maps...it'll be like Varisia just appeared here out of the blue. We're going to have to send out scouting parties to a land we've lived in for centuries. Reestablish diplomatic relations with everybody. It's humiliating."
Eria gave the older girl's hair a tousle.
"We'll make it work."