FVN Chapter 398: Chapter XVIII: Calculations Statistical And Political
Chapter 398: Chapter XVIII: Calculations Statistical And Political
Chapter 398: Chapter XVIII: Calculations Statistical And Political
(Reyvin's POV)
[STR: 80 => 85]
[DEX: 86 => 90]
[VIT: 120 => 121]
[MIND: 125 => 126]
[MAG: 2100 => 2150(10750)]
'Hmmm... Nothing unexpected there, lower stats are catching up while the higher ones have become a bitch to improve naturally.' I cup my chin as I lean into a rather smooth bit of wall 'Rituals or patience? To risk or not to risk...' I barely shake my head at the thought 'Best not to, I got all the time in the world after all.'
[Blessing of Zenithar: Everything made by your hands is slightly closer to perfection, in every single aspect of its being.]
'Going to experiment the fuck out of this thing.' I barely contain the mildly malicious chuckle building up in my chest as I start imagining the mad shit this will (probably) let me build (maybe)
'You are stalling~'Scorch's far too amused voice reaches me from within.
'Yeah, yeah, laugh it up you bucked of discount KFC' I roll my eyes, ignoring the suddenly much more furious squawk and focus all my perception inwards, the light film covering my Magicka having grown a lot more active and turbulent if not actually much denser.
A sudden and admittedly rather satisfying mental ping breaks me from my observations. [Threshold for new statistic passed, divinity unlocked]
[Current aspects:
Greater: Anti-outsider
Lesser: Mortality, Defiance, Deception]
[DIV: 100]
'Aaaand that tells me absolutely nothing' I grumble inwardly.
"-in!"
Fucking vague ass system, I learned more by experimenting on my own at this point... still nice to have a number to track I suppo-
"Reyvin!"
I nearly jump as I finally register Minthara's voice, the same Minthara who was currently standing right next to me and staring at me with a mixture of worry far surpassed by mild irritation.
She huffs as she sees me react "Are you even listening?"
"No." I deadpan, earning a light chuckle from the old man in the room "You were just giving the report, no?"
She crosses her arms and narrows her eyes "Yes, which was very tedious mind you."
I shrug and look at her with faux condescension "Why'd you think I dozed off?"
"Ass." She pouts and returns to the large table in Titus' study.
The less hesitant and more self-destructively curious part of my brain decides to get some comparison material, and before the reasonable and not asshole part can intervene I am already getting an entire page's worth of information.
At least I retained the decency to skip anything that wasn't the stats.
[Minthara Dragonbane Septim (Mede, adopted)]
[STR: 246]
[DEX: 220]
[VIT: 270]
[MIND: 90]
[MAG: 900]
[DIV: 2000]
I blink 'Yup, that'd do it'
"Are you going to get over here or do I need to drag you myself?" She turns around again as she notices me not following her "Also why are you staring at me like that?"
I may or may not have developed a somewhat frustrated expression after seeing what I did, but I swiftly disarmed that unfortunate line of questioning with a coy smirk and a song in my tone "Coming dear~"
Marius?"
"Something you'd know if you were actually listening." Minthara lightly elbows my side "He
is to have a public trial held in the Central District before the assembled nobility and those influential enough to attend."
"Indeed." Titus nods along somewhat tiredly "We will heap upon him every accusation imaginable and make spectacle of a lost man's demise. I will drag it on for days so our scheme
in Leyawiin can work."
"And speaking of our scheme." Minthara catches on "Are we decided on Janus then?" "Reyvin's argument was sound." Titus smirks at me as once more they return to something they discussed while I was ignoring them "Janus is weak enough to control and so he will be
given the position, under strict observation and a prolonged education to 'catch up' of course."
"Any plans on sticking it to the Thalmor?" I ask after a pleasant moment of silence "They have been using your trade hub as their personal back yard for years now."
"An official embargo." Titus' gaze darkens "The next war is bound to happen within mere
years at this point and I refuse to enrich the enemy."
The whole council turns solemn at the mention of war but no one deigns to correct the old
Emperor.
"Let's just hope they don't react... explosively to it." I note darkly "We wouldn't want them to
attack when we aren't ready for it ourselves, even if their own readiness is much lesser in
comparison."
"Their stances have been gauged quite thoroughly, I assure you." Jukulus informs me "They will cut their losses."
"So long as you are certain" I give him a nod.
"What is our next move then?" Minthara breaks the ensuing silence.
"We keep increasing your influence in the capital and most importantly within the legion
itself." Titus answers "Our interior is mostly secured" He nudges his eyes at me "With only the situation in Skingrad remaining... obfuscated, as of right now."
"I will focus on that one then." I accept the implication easily enough "I don't know if I will
be dealing with the issue myself but I should have it cleared up before I head out to Morrowind."
"I appreciate your confidence." Titus nods "The city has been paying its taxes regularly but
any inquiry into its inner workings has been less than reliable. Find out what is going on and deal with it, I will naturally support your plans as much as I am able to openly." The meeting descends onto less important topics after that, the many discussions and
decisions melding together in my mind as I once more trailed off to consider my growing powers.
As I was walking out of the chamber I felt the old priest try and catch up with me "Archpriest Herjolfr." I stop and turn to him with a nod.
"Ah, young Dagoth." The old man smiles at me "If you would accompany this old man for a while I have some questions about the Aedric intervention you mentioned." "Caught that did you?" I smirk at him.
He chuckles "I would be a terrible priest if I could not follow the smallest of portents."
I start walking again, just slow enough for his old legs to follow "So what it is that you want
to hear about?"
"Everything." His eyes light up with zeal "The entire event must be recorded for the books, so that all may know the true sanctity of the cathedral." Before I can so much as breathe in a complaint he adds "With names of all involved redacted, and the release of the information greatly delayed, of course."
I snort at the sudden shift and begin my retelling.
Needless to say, by the time I was done Corvinus was more than assured an Archpriestly visit
in the coming days.
Another statistic needs building up
get to it!
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