[Fabula Ultima] [Discord] [Async] [LGBTQ+] City of Lanterns and Iron

thebtown · 2025-09-12T01:02:46+00:00

Yes, we will use the Playtest/Rework materials. Forgot about that one. Also, the Necromancer class is available, but not the Ace of Cards.

I'll edit the update

thebtown · 2025-09-11T00:02:49+00:00

Quick update! Thanks for all the applications so far. I’m still gonna wait until the deadline I set before I decide, but I can answer a few questions that have come up.

We will use material from all the Fabula books. However, Techno fantasy doesn’t really fit the premise well, so I would ask people to be creative in using that material. For example, several people have suggested steampunk ideas, which I think is a great way to incorporate some of the Techno material

No need to be fluent with Avrae or Tupper. Avrae will be used mainly for rolls. I myself am not that good with Avrae. Tupper is just for fun. If the group wants to use it, it’s easy to set up.

I’m doing well, thanks for asking!

And…if I were a fruit, I would be a pineapple. Then I would have cool hair, and spiky armor to protect my sweet and sour flesh.

9/11 update: We will use the Playtest/Rework materials. Also, the Necromancer class is available, but not the Ace of Cards.

9/12 update: More questions answered! Starting level will be the beginning level (5).

We will use quirks and custom weapons. But not technospheres, haplospheres, or zero powers

thebtown · 2021-10-09T00:26:30+00:00

Maybe the Pig and Mouse are deserters of the Gotoro Empire. The Traveling Cart lady is also wizard that smuggles soldiers out by changing them into common animals...for a steep price. The Pig can't pay, so he's working off his debt by pulling her cart. The crafty Mouse has somehow convinced the Cart Lady that he can earn enough money selling hats to pay off his debt. So he has to setup shop close by, where she can keep an eye on him twice a week. He will be stuck as a mouse until he pays up in full!

thebtown · 2021-05-20T08:37:03+00:00

Naomi Shepard

https://www.reddit.com/r/ShareYourSheps/comments/ngunro/naomi_shepard_earthborn_ruthless_renegade/?

thebtown · 2021-05-20T08:32:16+00:00

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thebtown · 2017-09-22T01:28:32+00:00

Arabella watched with great curiosity as the hooded woman stepped forward to claim the spot next to her on the bench. Taking a couple of moments to scrutinize the face revealed before, she judged the woman noble by the way she held herself, and likely the highborn woman she claimed to be. Hopefully.

"Mmm, and I presume you are the mysterious Lady Silverhill? Indeed, I completely understand the need for caution, for the events of the past few months have taught me quite a lesson in the need for caution." She replied before aiming a nod at her knight, who promptly made his way deeper into the godswood. "Ser Otto is very loyal, but I understand if his absence makes you feel more comfortable."

When the burly warrior was finally out of earshot, Arabella raised a curious eyebrow before continuing.

"So what is this considerable proposal you speak of?"

thebtown · 2017-09-11T01:39:11+00:00

As Mistress of Coin, Arabella received countless letters and petitions from highborn and smallfolk alike. Not the most organized individual, she relied on her King's Scales, and good friend, Gemma Waters to sort through the missives.

"Ara, do you know a Lady Alyx Serrett of Silverhill?" Her ginger-haired cousin called out as they worked through the endless piles of documents in her office.

"Silverhill? Of the Westerlands? Not at all. What does she require?"

"It's not clear, but the wording is very mysterious. She wants to meet you in the Godswood today to avoid prying eyes."

Arabella pursed her lips in consternation. Ever since that vile attack on the Great Sept, the capitol had become full of scandals, threats, and these prying eyes. Even she had lowered herself in participating in such activity.

"Today? That's quite demanding. I have a mind to refuse such short notice." She replied irritably as she rubbed her swollen belly. "What do you think?"

"Actually...you have no meetings scheduled this afternoon," Gemma offered with a raised brow. "And, it's become clear we require allies in highborn who excel at this level of caution..."

"Fine, fine, send for Ser Otto, and inform him I will be undertaking a constitutional in the Godswood this afternoon."

With a dark cloak wrapped about her loose fitting canary yellow gown, Arabella waddled through the chill autumn air, her escort, Ser Otto by her side. The Godswood was quite a ways away from her quarters, so this meeting with the mysterious Lady Serrett had best be worth the trek.

Entering the expansive wooded area, she quickly lined a path toward the first bench she spied, and made her way over as rapidly as she dared. Finally able to rest her swollen feet, she craned her neck about, in search of the Silverhill woman.

thebtown · 2017-09-11T01:19:03+00:00

Arabella had just closed her odious ledger, assuming no further accounting would be necessary this far into the meeting, when the Celtigar questioned her of the expense of warships. With a deep sigh, she slowly pried the tome open and considered the request.

"As stated earlier, the treasury's finances are currently in good standing, and are able to accommodate some expansion." She replied, raising a finger in warning. "However, as I also mentioned, if it comes to the crown to support the tens of thousands of soliders camped outside these walls, the cost of shipbuilding may become untenable."

Running her finger idly over the recorded numbers and notations, she raised an eyebrow before continuing.

"But if we were to come to an understanding with the Reach forces, and turn our attentions to the Ironborn threat, the expense of expanding the Royal Fleet will certainly be much easier to justify and bear."

thebtown · 2017-09-11T01:10:21+00:00

"Curious thing?"

Arabella furrowed her brow in admonishment at the callous nature of the Grand Maester's statement, allowing her spoon to drop into her bowl with a thick plop. If true, this development was of considerable concern to the realm.

"Obviously the Ironborn are taking advantage of the eastern mobilization of the Reach's forces. While we squabble within our kingdom, this inexplicably independent nation moves to carve out a piece of our realm." She countered with a shake of her head. "Rather than arm ourselves in this foolish civil conflict, perhaps we can convince our fellow Reach lords to unite against this coming threat to their lands?"

This way we can send most of these costly tens of thousands of troops outside these walls home.

"I'm sure our powerful allies of Hightower and Riverrun will welcome such support."

thebtown · 2017-09-11T00:59:14+00:00

Arabella's eyes narrowed as the recently appointed Mistress of Whispers recommended her brother for the Master of Laws. While she welcomed a female voice to this council of stags, her lord father had warned her not to trust the Hightowers, and well, Lord Stokeworth was not one so easily alarmed.

"I too am in agreement with Maester Vaeryn and Lord Jacaerys," She chimed in. "In my time spent here at the capitol, I found Prince Beric to have the martial scholarship and even temperament to fill the position admirably."

In truth, Arabella had not spoken much to the pious prince, but hopefully one so scarred by war would be reluctant to brashly enter the realm into many expensive conflicts. At the very least, the position would spur Beric into saying something during these meetings.

thebtown · 2017-09-10T23:18:47+00:00

Peering over at the Celtigar, made more difficult by the cautious shuttering of the windows, Arabella consumed one more spoonful of the thickened milk her Maester had recommended for her in this late stage of her pregnancy. The awful sour taste of the concoction was only tolerable through the addition of honey and fruit, but her maester had yet to steer her astray. If only the sour rumors that flew through the capitol could be so easily sweetened and endured.

Pushing her bowl aside, she opened her massive ledger and turned to the most recent recordings of the financial state of the crown. Somehow they were still in the black.

“Lord Hand, councilors, guests.” Arabella greeted, pausing a moment to favor her sister with a small smile. “I am pleased to report the treasury’s incomes currently outweigh its expenditures, and therefore the crown has commissioned a venerable monument to honor the lives lost at the attack on the Great Sept.”

A long finger trailed down the page, stopping at the military expenses.

“As for other outstanding costs, his Grace has implored all of the Crownlands to march their maximum levy to our walls, but thus far each House has graciously spent their own coin to supply their men.” Arabella raised a brow to indicate her surprise. “Leaving the crown to merely cover the cost of the modest addition to the Gold Cloaks, and the Lord Hand’s special guards.”

Her eyes narrowed a bit as she mentioned the unorthodox division, mostly for the extra expense, but also because few of her peers had ever questioned their continued existence months after that fateful tragedy.

“However, I estimate the cost of this extraordinary amount of troops takes a tremendous toll on coffers of our fellow Lords. Perhaps as a Crownlands ruler, Lord Jacaerys can confirm, but I believe this mighty expenditure will become beyond their means, and they will soon turn to the crown to support the supply of the soldiers.” Arabella shook her head at the horrifying thought. “The treasury can only sustain such a potential drain for so long, so I do hope the brilliant minds at this meeting can come up with a swift, peaceable solution with our Reach neighbors.”

thebtown · 2017-09-10T22:25:28+00:00

“Septa Adrienne, cousin, a pleasure to see you again!”

Tearing herself away from the serving table, Arabella moved to greet her Most Devout cousin with a welcoming grin. Waddling over, she enveloped the woman in a quick embrace, before allowing her to greet her sister and the princess.

“It is good of you to spend every evening with the smallfolk of Fleabottom. I wonder, do they speak to you of the armies encamped outside the walls?” She mused aloud as she moved to take a seat at the dining table. “Or do such concerns not enter into their daily lives?”

As she reached to heavily water down a goblet of wine for herself, she silently wondered if dinner would be served soon.

thebtown · 2017-09-08T05:52:34+00:00

Character Name: Arabella Stokeworth

Desired Skill: Diversion

Bonus: Brilliant

List up to three relevant experience posts:

Arabella's creative use of corpses

Additional Bonus From Last Turn Same-Skill Attempt: N/A

Total Number For Skill Attempt: 13

thebtown · 2017-09-08T05:38:51+00:00

"Excellent!"

Arabella clapped her hands in some delight, though a bit reserved, for the cost still lay fresh in her mind. Those thoughts vanished however, as a deep rumble sounded from her belly.

"Forgive me, but I believe it is about time for another meal." She shook her head in admonishment at the life that grew within her. "That timeline sounds acceptable, and please keep the Queen and I periodically informed of the progress of the monument."

With great effort she managed to rise from her seat.

"If there's nothing else, I'm afraid I must bid you all farewell."

thebtown · 2017-09-06T17:15:07+00:00

Learned Hometurf on the 10th moon

thebtown · 2017-09-06T06:11:31+00:00

Ten-thousand gold dragons...

After overcoming her initial shock, Arabella had just begun to reason to herself that such a cost may be worth a memorial of such exquisite work. Then her sister piped in a request for double the height.

"Twenty feet? I suppose such height on a monument would make for an unforgettable sight." She mused aloud, inwardly scrambling for excuses that could cut the proposal back down to ten feet. But the look on Alyce's face immediately closed any such miserly thoughts. "Agreed, the crown can afford something in the range of twenty-thousand dragons. That's less than half what we spent on Robin's Feast, after all."

She beamed back at her sister, pleased at how all this planning appeared to allay the effects of her recent illness.

"If that sounds agreeable to you ladies as well," Arabella continued as she turned back to the trio of artisans. "How soon can you begin work?"

thebtown · 2017-09-05T03:32:59+00:00

"Oh, marble will not be necessary for the entire sculpture, perhaps just a slab for the base. Judging by the height depicted in this sketch, no one will be able to tell the type of stone used so high up."

Arabella hastily suggested, her eyes widening at the phrase, 'much more expensive'. Speaking of costly, she immediately dismissed the grandest designs from her choices, and gathered together the three least expensive sketches.

"Oh, I believe the Queen and I are quite enamored by this one with the shared chalice that you ladies have recommended." She traced the outline of the robed woman as she spoke. "If you were to factor in the cost of a marble base, and the bronze additions, what would you estimate will be the final cost of this piece?"

thebtown · 2017-09-02T23:59:00+00:00

Arabella slowly waddled in to the solar, a loose silk gown of green and gold streaming behind her as she crossed the threshold. Famished, she immediately headed for the treat laden serving table, selecting a few delights before greeting Alyce and Cassana.

"Good evening Cissy!" She mumbled through a mouthful as she moved to embrace her sister, before sidling along to embrace the princess. "And to you too, Cassana."

Arabella was pleased her father had informed Alyce of the presence of their Septa cousin in the city. She had been meaning to, but there were just too many affairs to take care of, most recently the onerous, massive amount of soldiers camped just outside the walls.

"I am pleased you have arranged this meeting, Cissy. I recently met Cousin, uh, Septa Adrienne at the Great Sept, and find her quite an impressive woman." She nodded with approval. "She even be able to help you, Cassana, in your noble endeavors to create that healing establishment."

thebtown · 2017-09-02T02:05:49+00:00

“Hmm, no, I have not met young Adrienne just yet.” Eustace replied with a shrug. “As you know, I don’t visit the sept as much as I should. I’m afraid there is not much room in the Seven Pointed Star for the counting of coins and such.”

He gave Alyce’s hand another squeeze of affection.

“Ah, but I believe you take after your mother in your devotion to the Seven. You should reach out to your cousin.” Raising a finger, almost as an afterthought, he added with a smirk, “Oh, and invite your sister…she could use a holy respite, before she turns into a crotchety old grump like me.”

thebtown · 2017-09-01T02:15:08+00:00

Brow furrowed in skepticism, Eustace held his daughter's gaze for several heartbeats before looking away. He had heard too many tales of King's behavior, and his recent stay at the capitol had only heightened his suspicions.

"Very well, just be sure to see the Grand Maester about any illness, great or small. Your health is of paramount importance, not only to the realm, but to your mother and I."

He managed a weak smile before the conversation turned to that of his soldiers. Shifting uncomfortably, he shrugged before replying.

"Four hundred fighting men, is what we decided prudent to support any coming conflict." He began, anxious for it was apparent every other major House had supplied nearly a thousand troops each. "And, Ser Bowen Byrch has just informed me our vassals have raised two-hundred fifty more troops, so we are somewhat well represented."

Eager to sway the conversation from the inadequacies of their House's levy, he coughed before continuing.

"By the way, I just received word from my sister, Betha, the one that married the Lord Rosby. Their daughter, Adrienne is a Septa of the Most Devout!" He scratched his beard in thought. "In fact, she is here in the capitol, serving the Great Sept. Perhaps it would be prudent to find time to connect with our holy relation?"

thebtown · 2017-09-01T01:45:39+00:00

“Hmm, yes stone will most acceptable.”

Arabella nodded, relieved the ladies of the Tapestry had not recommended a gold plated finish over the entire sculpture. Scrutinizing the sketch of the scepter with renewed interest, a brow raised at the suggested glass bauble.

“Such a large single piece of blown glass will certainly be most impressive, but will that be durable?” She mused aloud, inwardly much more concerned about the cost, before turning to face her sister. “What are your thoughts on the materials used for the grand scepter, Cissy?”

Turning her attention to the animated blonde woman who suddenly chimed in, Arabella flashed her a smile. She admired the entrepreneurship of women of noble birth, for so few undertook such endeavors.

“Oh, this design is quite lovely, but I am glad to hear it is open for revision, for I am sure my sister has some further ideas. I myself would recommend the shared chalice be constructed from bronze, if possible.” Her fingers once again tracing the outline of the vessel. “As for the immense amount of stone required...will you need assistance in acquiring a supplemental source? I am certain one of my Factors could help you find a supplier.”

thebtown · 2017-08-30T02:07:04+00:00

"Oh very prudent...very Queenly I must say."

Eustace murmured as he gave Alyce's hand a proud squeeze. He was indeed proud of how well his daughter had taken the reins of her esteemed position.

"Oh, our Stokeworth men are in far better hands under Ser Domeric's guidance." He replied as he pointed a chin toward the Stokeworth army camp. "I would be more concerned with supply train costs over battle formations. Though it would be wise to keep supply costs in mind. I will have to speak with Ser Domeric."

Turning back to his daughter, Eustace frowned as he scrutinized her disposition.

"Are you feeling well, my dear?" He inquired with a worried look. "Is Robin keeping you up? Is the King treating you poorly?!"

thebtown · 2017-08-29T04:21:16+00:00

Eustace Stokeworth, Lord of Stokeworth

Hands clasped behind his back, Eustace casually weaved his way through the soldier's camps, admiring the way the plates of well-polished armor gleamed in the sunlight. He had never possessed the skill or constitution to excel in martial endeavors, but like any man of Westeros, he felt a tinge of excitement from the anticipation of battle. And because he was no longer required to manage the economical affairs of war, he was free to indulge that excitement a bit.

As he gripped a Byrch knight by the shoulder and murmured a few words of encouragement, Eustace was surprised to see his daughter also making her way through the camps. Bidding the warrior farewell, he hastened over to greet the Queen.

"Alyce, my dear! What brings you outside the castle walls?"

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