🐝The Arkhive Æternal (ARK)🐝
Region 44 (Sansar)
Leader: Her Arkhival Majesty, Queen Constance of Comment the First
D: 3
[S]M:1[/S]
E: 6
F: 6
I: 3
PATRON: ILU (8pts)
You have three of my actions this round and two next round. You also enjoy local patronage for all time.
points breakdown
ILU 8 (4 tech + 1 Literature + 1 History + 1 Theological + 1 Researcher)
BCC 7 (4 tech + 1 Literature + 1 Theology +1 Pilgrim)
GCC 6 (2 tech + 1 literature + 1 Theology + 1 Pilgrim +1 History)
LSP 6 (2 tech + 1 Literature + 1 History + 1 Philisophy + 1 Pilgrim)
CUS 2 (2 tech + 1 Myth)
ELD 3 (1 Literature + 1 Mythology + 1 Influx)
BAF 2 (2 tech)
BRB 2 (2 tech)
CER 2 (2 tech)
DIC 2 (2 tech)
ETH 2 (2 tech)
GLO 2 (1 myth + 1 researcher)
KRB 2 (2 tech)
TEA 2 (2 tech)
UHS 2 (2 tech)
Current Totals at Round Start
BCC: 5pts
GCC: 4pts
LSP: 4pts
ELD: 2pts
CUS: 2pts
Compiled Submissions
List of MembersThe Arkhive, even under a Patron's instructions, cannot act against these polities
BAF (Visiting)
CUS (Local)
ELD (Local)
GLO (Local)
ILU (Local)
WTP (Local)
LSP (Visiting)
TEA (Visiting)
UNC (Visiting)
Actions (Patron):
Economy (Impress) 10 Merchants: At the urging of our dear allies, the Arkhive sets up a Secretary of Utopian Trade to help administrate some of the thornier problems with their economy. Enter Garish Softin the one hundred seventy-ninth and one tenth, author of The Comedy of the Commons: Or, Why Sharing Actually Works Grow Up. She'll get it done.
Great Project (Faith) Hive 1/5: When her Arkhival Majesty, Queen Constance of Comment flew out to Badal, she brought with her more bees than you can shake a stick at. When she left, the ship held only herself, her crew, and a whole lot of pirate food. To build a Hive, one which can share memories as the mother hive can, one that remains in a unity with the main body, not budding off but expanding the larger supercolony--it takes constant shepherding. But there was one in the Arkhive who saw the need. An elderly figure, always a friend of the bees, always an adherent of the Arkhive, ceased to eat fruit and flesh as he stepped onto the ship to Badal. He tended the bees across the void, eating only of their honey. He remains behind to see to the construction of the hive, caring for their bees, eating only of their labors, and readying himself for his own archival.
Economy (Buyout) Union Crews (59.3): Garish carves out a proposal to rearrange Utopian funds to secure a trade contract with a Veehran union. At the end of the day, all she needed was a shiny kroesid to by a ukulele--those girls are suckers for a rousing rendition of Solidarity Forever.
Actions (Arkhive):
Faith (Convert) 44: "Hey, you know how the plants seem to be the dominant superorganism on the planet? Maybe let's see what that's about?"
Intrigue (Investigate) That Ocean Thing: I NEGLECTED MY FAITH BONUS IN THE ROLL BELOW; IT SHOULD BE ONE (I THINK) HIGHER SORRY BUT LUCKILY 13 DOESN'T SEEM LIKE A THRESHOLD NUMBER Moistboatwetnavies are the unique domain of Sansar (and maybe elsewhere too but eh). Constance orders a ship constructed, naming her the Beetanic. She sails out to investigate.
Nonactions:
Mytho-Historical Date Gathering:
The Three Vaults: In ancient times, there were a people much like us. Neither wiser nor more foolish, no more apt to error and no more upright. They knew that there were but two paths for intelligent life to walk down, and that sooner or later one would be chosen: the bright, right path led to collaboration. The dark, left path led to doom. And while they hoped for the former, preparations must be made for the latter.
To this end, three vaults were constructed. In the first, they placed all the scientific knowledge of the people. Each advancement, each geographical survey, each chart of the stars, and even the secret of how magnets work (spoiler: magic). In the second, they placed all their art. Every painting, every poem, every perfect sequin-covered bolo tie. And in the third, they stored the seeds of every plant. In this way, a surviving race could scrape from apocalypse a rebirth. Nothing forgotten, nothing lost, and nothing burnt away.
But then they forgot one of them and lost the next. Only the third vault survived. And it was here that the bees came.
Now bees, as you know, are virtuous creatures who mourned the loss of the world around them. And they knew that while new life would come from this sacred place, there would be no swift restoration of knowledge or salvation of art. Never again would this happen, for to the bees, all times and creatures are one. They chose memory, and made of each bee a vault, and in each drop of honey condensed all experience and knowledge.
Trade: Send RAT the following techs, as well as any foreign fluffversions of Aclaustrophobic stuff and moistboats.Can't complain about the phrasing if it's nonmechanical stuff tonguestickingoutemoji All of these are sent under a Beeative Commons license for free reproduction and further trade.
| Algorithmic Imagination |
| Arcane Amplification |
| In Vivo Modification |
| Nuclear Fusion |
| Pseudogravity Engineering |
| Xenolinguistic Cataloguing |
| Badalian Megadirigibles |
Valuable Fluff
Masque of Red's Death
Mortimer Red, the seven hundred thirty-first and seventy-five hundredths can hardly believe his eyes when he receives the official letter, sealed in wax, straight from the hand of the Librarian of Arts, whom I still have to check if we defined sorry I kept bad notes this part will be amended.
"I get to go back?" he asks excitedly. "You're letting me go back there? What about--how did I manage to get so lucky?"
"Mort. Their boss ate a kid's soul. Nobody wants to go. It's messed up there."
Mortimer waves his hand and makes a too-dismissive pfft sound considering the office of his interlocutor. "Like you wouldn't put on the Butterfly if you got the chance."
"...no." The Librarian stares at him.
"I'll go get my masks."
Mortimer Red arrives on Veehra with fifteen large suitcases.
