[closed] This world is gonna burn, burn burn burn...

[dorzalta]

WHO? Daenerys Targaryen (dorzalta) & Jon Snow (northerndragon)
WHAT? HRHR log » revolution rock.
WHEN? lemuria 18.6 snl
ANYTHING ELSE? Game of Thrones warnings apply, including blood, violence, death, speak of the above, reference to slavery, rape, you name it, it may come up.

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[dorzalta]

» REVOLUTION ROCK.

[dorzalta]

@ASHOLE dont worry we all know how this works by now

Lemuria is a powder keg. Eventually, Viero will use all that untapped anger and aggression and harness it into a machine that brainwashes and colonizes "for the greater good". But if you could set it off now, ahead of time... Well, it might make a messy situation even messier.

The people of the low districts are angry and somebody has to fan that anger into a flame. There are semi-regular riots when food shortages happen, but so far none of that has lasted for more than a few days.

Here's the thing: For sweeping political change on a populist level? You need to organize.

COST, historically, is formed by rebelling colonies (that's what the C stands for) of the Regency. A revolt on this level never happened in history as it was. Success in this mission could jump-start COST's formation early, or possibly make it so the organization as you know it never existed, replaced by something better (or worse). Who knows, but it's time to rise up.

SKILLS: Speechcraft. Organization. Luck. Technical Knowledge.

OBJECTIVES:
» Locate crime bosses, food bank owners, and other influential community heads of the low districts. CONVINCE them to rally their people in an open revolt, make speeches to this effect, or publicly endorse you so you can act on your own.
» ORGANIZE the revolt. It may feel spontaneous, but you have to make some effort to convince these people that their lives, however shitty, are worth potentially losing in favor of a better future. Remember, the low districts are seriously outgunned.
» Optional: Find better weaponry, or hack the grids in the Pyramid District to make it easier for your mob to enact some mob justice. This will not be a bloodless revolution.

» HRHR RESULTS.

[dorzalta]

This mission had 2 participants and an overall difficulty level of 60.

This mission was a SUCCESS, with the combined rolls of all participants coming to 68, with a margin of SUCCESS at 8 making this a narrow success.

This means the team collectively was able to complete the mission, and had a harrowing, but ultimately successful time of it. Things may have looked very bleak for a while, and some minor to serious injuries may have been involved, but somehow you managed to overcome your obstacles and secure the mission goals.

You can decide the specifics of the mission's outcome beyond those vague qualifiers. We encourage you to be as creative as you like in how your characters solve the problem and thread it out! If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!

[northerndragon]

This meeting has been tense: one in a series of tense meetings, often closer together than Jon likes. They hide their identities, choose different locations. Sometimes Dany's implacable resistance to being challenged pulls them through; sometimes he thinks of what Ned Stark would have done when settling disputes between the fractious mountain clans and can summon the right words. Not every criminal boss is like The Norrey, or like Mance, but trying to understand them as having some of the same concerns helps. It helps to understand others as more like Cersei, or like a Frey or a Bolton. And their experience in France -- months and centuries ago, depending on your point of view -- also gives them insight into what does and doesn't work.

He doesn't have the same sympathy for Viero that he'd had for Antoinette and Louis, who were mostly fools unprepared for the role fate had thrust on them. If luck is with them, he will never become the Regent.

Today, weapons have already been pulled once before they even came into the room, and he's talked them all into leaving them on a table... in plain sight, but not within reach. He and Dany go in looking hard and trying to talk tall. Not everyone wants a better world for anyone but themselves, but they see Longclaw, and a knife, and more than one gun, and if his words are kinder than his appearance, they don't assume that means either of them would be easy to kill.

"You can keep fighting each other for scraps, or you can take on the people who are making sure only scraps are left for you to fight over. They want to keep you hungry, keep you struggling. I can't promise peace and plenty for all, and I can't promise you won't be fighting each other again in the years to come. But I can promise things will be much worse for all of you, and all of your children, if you don't unite your people and fight your real enemy.

"So what would it take?"

He's not sure this speech is swaying anyone the way he'd want it to.

Just now, there are three women at the table with them, and a few lieutenants, younger, mostly girls and boys. All are nearly stonefaced, but sometimes he sees a twitch of an eyebrow or lip that shows him that they hear his words; that they're mulling them over. It becomes clear that the third woman is the strongest holdout, but all of them are reluctant.

One of the women -- Esi Mokkabar, her eyes a startling sea green in a dark-skinned face -- turns her head to the another with a skeptical look, and the second, Melana Timbar, an old friend and old enemy, gives her an almost imperceptible nod.

"I hear your words, but you cannot protect us from martial law," Esi says.

[dorzalta]

"And what would you do to protect you and yours? Sit and wait whilst your people suffer?" she asks, finally speaking up. "I've seen what inaction does in war. There is no winning this if you show them your bellies. They'll slit your throats at first opportunity after bleeding you dry."

It goes both ways, and she doesn't promise an uprising will result in survival. It might very well mean the end of them all.

"Have you seen your people? They fight in the streets. They stumble, fall to their hands and knees, reduced to skin and bone because they've been starved like animals. Are you an animal?" She eyes Esi, who gives a sharp shake of her head. "You don't look like one to me, but you fear martial law whilst your people die in protest."

It's like the slaves. Rebellion starts with one person standing up--but they've Jon and herself.

"We need only your support, if you're unwilling to lead your people."

Melana taps a finger on the table. "Lead them into the slaughter."

[northerndragon]

"Let them decide for themselves. Some of those who are dying slowly might have a better chance to live. Others will die fighting, but it's a fight they'll have chosen for themselves. People here -- how often do they have the chance to make those choices? When they do, how often is it a choice between two bad options?"

This lands, and Esi nods slowly. Melana gives her a sidelong glance, then presses her lips together. Kauko is stonefaced, except for an irritated twitch in the wing tattooed on her temples.

"I've seen battles. I won't lie to you: the people who will come down on you have discipline and weapons. Discipline usually beats numbers, but maybe not when the difference is so great. And you three... you have some discipline. You're used to fighting each other, and others like you. The people below you have it: they do as you tell them to. You're an army, if you can work together."

Melana's look becomes shrewd: she likes the idea of herself as a young general in an army, and past that, she likes the idea of spoils of war as much as the likes the idea of her feet someday hurting less at the end of the day.

"She can tell you." He means Daenerys. "Her army isn't here, but she built it from nothing. Now it's tens of thousands strong." His? Much smaller. He thinks for a moment of the heap of bodies he'd crawled out of at Winterfell.