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Before the Storm: Act 08, Chapter 08
🕑 Added 2024-09-16 23:39:43 +0000 UTC“Welcome back, Lady Zahradnik.”
“Thank you, Lluluvien,” Ludmila replied with a warm smile. “How has everyone fared in my absence?”
“I can’t say that much has changed,” the Half-Elf Maid replied. “The Druids say that the Upper Reaches will start seeing snow by the end of the month, so most everyone’s attention’s on the timing of the harvest.”
“It is about that time of the year,” Ludmila said. “I suppose many of the migrants have not experienced a true winter in their lifetimes.”
“Things shouldn’t be as crazy as last year when barely anyone had seen snow before, but I don’t doubt that Nonna will be especially stringent about ‘winterisation procedures’ this year.”
“Did anything even happen last year?”
“Aside from a few injuries from slipping on the ice, no. Ah, now that you’ve got me thinking about it, the tribes in the Upper Reaches are starting to lay claim to their overwintering grounds. In general, they’ve moved according to your predictions, my lady.”
“Encouraging news,” Ludmila nodded. “Which tribes acted out of the ordinary?”
“The Chipped Tooth, Wounded Wyvern, and Gronk Tribes remain where they settled on the northeastern shores of the lake this summer. A few independent Goblin troops have split off and set up camps between the highway and the northwestern shore.”
“What about the southern shore?”
Lluluvien shook her head.
“The tribes’ history with the Theocracy still makes them wary of overwintering too far south. According to some of the chiefs, it’s the season when they are usually attacked.”
“I see.”
The strategic logic was easy enough to follow. Normally, the wilderness tribes would retreat to the warmth of countless shallow caves scattered across the highland basin during the winter months, using them as bases from which hunters and foragers would range for food and fuel. The pragmatic practice practically pinned them in place, making it easy for Theocracy forces to exterminate them en masse.
“Have you had the chance to speak with any of the Merchants plying the river trade?” Ludmila asked.
“No, my lady,” Lluluvien answered. “I only know as much as the army does. No violent interactions have been reported by the Merchants; neither have any been observed by our patrols.”
Ludmila made her way over to the office to see what the tax records had to say about her fief’s nascent river trade. Unsurprisingly, Nonna was nowhere to be seen. The Elder Lich treated the territory’s productivity as the principal measure of her worth as a member of the Kingdom’s administration and the harvest was still by far the largest source of official industrial output.
“Is Glasir still at school?” She asked as she rifled through the most recent reports.
“She came back just after sunset,” Lluluvien answered. “I believe she’s out doing her rounds. Will you be having dinner tonight?”
“I might drop by the restaurant for something later, but I need to get as much as I can done right now. Apparently, I will be out of the kingdom in a day or two.”
“Apparently, my lady?”
“Countess Corelyn conscripted me when I stopped by her place on the way here,” Ludmila said. “We will be going to Rol’en’gorek.”
“Rol’en’gorek…will you require our assistance?”
“The military will not be involved – it is purely a diplomatic mission. Any security arrangements will have been made on Corelyn’s end.”
Since the Beastman Lord from Rol’en’gorek wasn’t aware that the Sorcerous Kingdom was the source of the Undead Army that their ill-fated migration attempt had encountered, Ludmila suspected that she was what amounted to their security arrangements. If worst came to worst, at least they had their Shadow Demons.
“How do you think the Beastmen will react, Lluluvien?”
“To the fact that we killed millions of their people, my lady? Honestly, I’m not sure. In my experience, the tribes are primarily concerned with their day-to-day matters. Even a bad history with other tribes or whatnot doesn’t bother them so long as it doesn’t represent an existential threat. They’re not so different from us, really. From what we saw during the Draconic Kingdom campaign, the Beastmen of Rol’en’gorek have a far more complex society than the tribes around here, but the fact that they sent migrants implies that those who perished were unwanted in the first place.”
“The hard part is convincing them that we are not an existential threat,” Ludmila sighed.
“Well, our offensive stopped at the border didn’t it?”
“It did, but I do not doubt that they understand our forces would have extreme difficulties advancing in the jungle. The deployment of defences along the border suggests that they were confident in their chances.”
“Doesn’t that also suggest that they aren’t as fearful of us as you imagine?”
“Perhaps. Still, it is hard to believe that attitudes against the Undead could be overcome so simply. I will just have to see how things are when we get there.”
The cry of a cranky child rose from the plants in the hall, followed by another shortly after. Lluluvien’s footsteps whispered from the kitchen and past the entrance to the office. The soothing tones of the young – at least young by Half-Elf standards – mother’s voice sounded shortly after. Ludmila went to her simple wooden desk to read through the harbour’s tax ledger.
It looks like the Merchants are still doing an excellent job…
Those from the heartlands might have scoffed at what they would consider pitiful volumes of trade, but, to her, the numbers represented the most recent in a long sequence of exciting successes.
In the spring following the Goblin Army’s invasion of the Upper Reaches, groups of desperate defenders like Sun Rock broke back up into countless independent tribes that slowly hunted and foraged their way across the severely depopulated basin in search of unclaimed territory.
Some of that population inevitably interacted with the Humans building the town on the lake. After a few weeks of promising reports, Ludmila went on the ‘offensive’ by encouraging the river trade. It was especially ideal for the up-and-coming batch of Lizardman Merchants, who preferred staying near water and close to home. Given the tribes’ history with the Theocracy, sending Demihumans likely also made things easier.
The brutally practical perspective that life in the wilderness demanded meant that the tribes wouldn’t turn their noses up at the potential advantages offered by trade. That included the Lizardmen, who had also relatively recently embraced what the industries of the Sorcerous Kingdom had to offer and would be able to lean on that experience while trading along the river. Slowly, but surely, both sides became familiar with one another and flourished in their own little way.
Not every tribe took advantage of the river trade, of course. Even if they overcame their wariness of outsiders, the tribes that got ahead of them were protective of the advantages that they had gained. The three that Lluluvien mentioned were among the first to benefit from what the Lizardmen offered and did what they could to keep potential competitors at bay as access to equipment produced in Warden’s Vale had a drastic impact on their lives.
What would happen next was of particular interest to her. Due to the interference of the Slane Theocracy, none of the local tribes ever grew powerful enough to dominate a large swathe of the Upper Reaches.
It wouldn’t just be a matter of who had access to trade, of course. Better equipment might help with day-to-day issues such as reliable provisioning and light raids, but the real test would come when the various upstarts drew the attention of more powerful individuals. Overall, how each tribe and race acted and reacted over the seasons would provide invaluable information as to how populations in similar situations abroad might be affected by the Sorcerous Kingdom’s expanding economic reach. For Ludmila, it would help inform future changes to law and governance, which would in turn hopefully serve as a model that demonstrated how the Sorcerer King’s mandates for racial harmony might be achieved.
That was a long-term venture, however. For the time being, she needed to get several things going before she left the country. No emergencies had been reported, but she still had to get her Rangers started on their winter training, discuss how the Commander’s League might be expanded, finalise arrangements for the winter harvest, and spend some time speaking with her people. She doubtless had an endless line of experiments, project proposals, and test results to examine, as well, but that would have to wait until later.
Even as a tireless Undead being, I still cannot find enough time to do everything.
Living for an eternity meant little when so many things needed to be done now. She enjoyed her work and liked being busy, but it would have been nice if things happened in an orderly fashion.
Ludmila finished sorting out her documents and placed them into the Infinite Haversack on her right hip before leaving her manor. She took in a lungful of crisp highland air as she stepped back out into the village square. Despite how busy things were, things hadn’t changed much physically. There were a few new houses on one side of the village to replace the ones being recycled on the other. The patches of dirt that Glasir scattered over the otherwise barren stone landscape were a little bit greener. With it being so late at night – at least by rural standards – most of the villagers were relaxing and socialising near the magically lit storefronts along the western edge of the square…except it didn’t quite look like they were.
She strolled over to see what was going on, spotting Nonna and Glasir with a full patrol of Death Knights standing at the edge of a large gathering. The villagers all faced the entrance of the apparel outlet, many bearing stern expressions. Ludmila went to stand with the Dryad and the Elder Lich, draping an arm over Glasir’s shoulder and hugging her to her side.
“Nonna, what is going on here?”
“This one believes that an agent from the city is attempting to incite an insurrection. However, enforcement protocols for this particular scenario do not exist. Permission to liquidate the threat?”
An insurrection? Had her subjects found her lacking in some aspect of her rule? She couldn’t recall doing anything unreasonable, but she was admittedly young and inexperienced as a Noble.
“What has this ‘agent’ been saying?” She asked.
“In summary, the agent is challenging the processes of our urban industries and encouraging the citizens to adopt inefficient methods practised elsewhere.”
Ludmila bit her lower lip in vexation. They had finally come. She knew it would happen eventually, but this was far too soon.
“Lady Zahradnik?”
As if sensing her anxiety, Glasir snaked one of her vines around Ludmila’s arm. Ludmila gave the Dryad’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
“Do not worry,” she said. “I will go and speak with this ‘agent’.”
She made her way around the back of the crowd until she reached the row of storefronts. As expected, she found a member of the Merchant Guild addressing the villagers.
“Miss Hoffman,” Ludmila said. “Welcome to Warden’s Vale.”
Edwina Hoffman froze mid-speech. She turned to offer Ludmila a respectful curtsey.
“Baroness Zahradnik. Thank you for your welcome. You have a beautiful home; I only wish I could have paid a visit under less alarming circumstances.”
“Oh?” Ludmila smiled, “And what might those circumstances be?”
The Guild official held up a stack of documents in front of her, adjusting her wire-rimmed spectacles.
“Several of our affiliate guilds have made certain allegations about your…outlet in the city. Upon further investigation, we discovered a number of problems that are both anomalous and concerning.”
“Who brought forward these allegations?” Ludmila asked.
“We are not obliged to disclose this information,” Miss Hoffman answered. “Rest assured, my lady, our internal investigation has proven these issues to be very much real. The guild members here in Warden’s Vale have also confirmed our findings.”
Ludmila’s gaze went to her assembled subjects. A few of them shrugged in response.
“Please refrain from coercing statements from our members, my lady,” Miss Hoffman said.
What did I do?
“I would hear these allegations,” Ludmila said.
“For the time being, the Guild has two demands. The first is to adhere to the organisation’s regulations when it comes to issuing licences.”
“As far as I know,” Ludmila said, “I have been adhering to your regulations.”
“Your operations indicate otherwise,” the official said as she gestured to the building behind her. “In a word, they are unfair.”
“Unfair?”
“On multiple levels,” Miss Hoffman nodded. “To begin with, our members may only work as employees of your chartered companies, through which they must apply for certification by the Guilds.”
“I do not see what is wrong with that.”
The Guild official released an audible sigh.
“It is an uncompetitive practice,” Miss Hoffman told her.
“Why would the Guilds take exception to this when workshop owners in the city effectively do the same thing?”
“Workshop employees still apply and act as independent entities. They do not run the workshops that they work in – they subcontract work from the workshop owner and have personal workstations.”
“If that is the case,” Ludmila said, “Then my companies create a far more equitable environment for its employees than any workshop in the city.”
“I cannot comprehend how you can say that,” the Guild official scoffed.
“The employees decide how the company is run,” Ludmila said.
“Yet you own the company,” Miss Hoffman noted. “You can put an end to any activities that you don’t approve of.”
“I would only do that if it was a part of my duty as the ruler of this territory. Every company has its own administrators and Merchants who take care of the business end of things.”
It seemed like the obvious way to run a company – at least according to the tenets of her faith. Everyone did what they were supposed to be doing and the organisation prospered as a result.
“You will forgive me if this idealistic claim is met with a healthy dose of speculation, Lady Zahradnik,” Miss Hoffman said. “The aristocracy has a proven history of interfering with the Guilds. Rather than argue in circles, however, let us discuss how your operations threaten the economy of the Sorcerous Kingdom.”
Ludmila crossed her arms, trying to figure out what in the world she was referring to. She was doing everything that she could to keep her territorial economy relevant to her people; now, suddenly, what she was doing was a threat to the kingdom.
“Explain what you mean by that,” Ludmila said.
“Everything that you are doing is or is projected to produce inventories that exceed your territory’s ability to absorb,” Miss Hoffman told her. “Furthermore, the excess is exported and impacts markets in other parts of the Sorcerous Kingdom. What you are doing is robbing people of their livelihoods. The Guilds have always carefully regulated industry to ensure that this never becomes the case.”
“My fief’s industrial production is relatively tiny compared to the other territories, never mind the city,” Ludmila said.
“Yet seeing what you are doing here, it is readily apparent that it won’t be the case within the next generation. The Guild would prefer to rein in such issues before they can cause too much damage.”
“My people are only doing what they believe is right.”
“Which is another problem,” the Guild official told her. “You appear to be extending exclusive invitations to migrants who worship the Six Great Gods. The abundance of free resources in this territory combined with your religious practices are culminating into a critical issue for the Sorcerous Kingdom.”
Ludmila couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
“Oh, yes,” she said, “the superior quality of our products will surely bring ruin to every land that they touch.”
“This is not a laughing matter, my lady.”
“Then state your case plainly,” Ludmila said. “I am a half-step away from tying you to a log and floating you back down the river.”
The young woman visibly paled. It appeared that Ludmila’s efforts to be more approachable had led people to forget who and what she was. She would have to remedy that at some point.
“Everything has to do with the economy, my lady,” Miss Hoffman said. “The Faith of the Six…it doesn’t follow the logic of the markets. Your people are producing goods for the sake of producing them, ignoring the fundamental principles of supply and demand.”
“Normally, people would call that honing one’s craft.”
“Normally,” the Guild official said, “people who are honing their craft do so within their means. These…‘companies’ you have chartered are less businesses and more studios where you act as a patron. Instead of patronising the fine arts, however, you are spending money on mundane craft.”
“Does it not make more sense to support mundane craft than the fine arts?” Ludmila asked.
Her question was met with a dumbfounded stare. Ludmila supposed that her logic was backwards according to the common sense of the region. Many Nobles took pride in the idea that they were keepers of culture and collected pieces of art as a result. Most, however, came to the understanding that art was merely an expression of culture rather than culture in itself, so art became more a store of wealth than anything else. She was in no position to do such things, however, and wouldn’t be for the indeterminate future.
Miss Hoffman’s expression shifted to one of exasperation.
“What I am trying to say, my lady, is that your expenditures are unnecessary. More than that, you are meddling in the local economy with your irrational and uncompetitive practices.”
“I fail to understand this assertion about ‘uncompetitive practices’,” Ludmila replied. “You appear to believe that I am fuelling the growth of these companies with personal wealth, but they all have operating budgets that are internally managed.”
“That’s impossible,” Miss Hoffman laughed. “The facilities here far exceed the means of regular artisans. It is a fact that they would not exist without your support.”
“Investing in economic infrastructure is hardly a strange thing to do for a Noble,” Ludmila noted.
“Referring to this as ‘economic infrastructure’ is a stretch, my lady. Roads, bridges, and harbours do not harm the business of our members.”
Does Clara have to deal with this?
In any case, it was getting annoying. The Guilds plainly didn’t like what was going on in Warden’s Vale and they were trying to put an end to it on the premise of protecting their members and the economy at large. In reality, however, it was institutional conservatism attempting to crush an upstart. The Guilds tended to get what they wanted because they had a stranglehold on so many industries, so it was safe to assume that they fully expected her to defer to them.
“This discussion does not seem to be getting us anywhere,” Ludmila said. “What are the Guilds demanding?”
Miss Hoffman went through the documents in her hand, stopping to withdraw a crisp sheet of Noble Paper and clearing her throat.
“First, the thoughtless issue of licences in this fief must come to an end. Even if you refuse to comply, we will not recognise any new artisans operating here, apprentice or otherwise. Their goods, of course, will be similarly blacklisted anywhere in the world that The Guilds operate.”
“What else?” Ludmila asked.
“Secondly, the y fraudulent practices which led to the recognition of dozens of members by the guild will be answered with the immediate expulsion of said individuals by the Guilds.”
Ludmila felt a frown tug at the corner of her lips.
“Fraudulent? What in the world are you talking about?”
“Our associates have drawn attention to the unprecedented rise of several individuals working for your companies. We conducted an investigation at their behest and found the applications to be suspiciously limited in information. Upon my arrival in Warden’s Vale, I discovered that we had inadvertently conferred master’s status on a group of children! We will not stand for this flouting of our standards.”
“Those children submitted their masterpieces just like anyone else would,” Ludmila said. “Are you implying that the assessment of your judges was flawed in some way?”
“Of course not,” Miss Hoffman said. “They are all respected senior members of the metalworking guilds. As much as we would love to entertain the notion of a rare prodigy, it is far more likely that the masterpieces of this whole gaggle of ‘prodigies’ were illegitimate submissions.”
“If the Guilds so desire,” Ludmila said, “my artisans will be more than happy to dispel your doubts about their work.”
“You may choose to challenge our ruling,” the Guild official said. “Our members are quite busy, however. I’m sure you understand this.”
“Yes, of course. When is the soonest opportunity?”
“Spring after sowing.”
“That is nearly five months from now…”
“It is,” Miss Hoffman nodded. “You should also understand that the candidates awaiting reassessment will not be allowed to put their marks on any of their goods until their skills are proven.”
“…but they will not be able to sell anything if they do not.”
“Those are the regulations, Lady Zahradnik.”
Ludmila idly entertained the idea of doing more than tying the woman to a log, but it probably wouldn’t change the position of the Guilds.
“Is there anything else?” Ludmila asked.
“Yes, my lady,” Miss Hoffman answered. “It has come to our attention that marriages are being arranged without our approval. As a Noble, you have the right to manage the family affairs of your rural tenants, but the Guilds have always done this for urban centres. This is for the good of the economy, of course: unregulated unions only lead to chaos.”
“Marriage in Warden’s Vale is an institution ordained by the Temples of the Six,” Ludmila told her.
“That may be so,” Miss Hoffman replied, “but guild members who choose to marry without the approval of their guild will have their memberships revoked.”
This is getting more and more ridiculous.
She crossed her arms as the Guild official went through a long list of things that she could and could not do. There was no legal precedent for any of it, but it didn’t matter: they held so much influence over industry and urban society that they had become self-appointed ‘protectors’ of the economy. Now, she was being delivered an ultimatum long before the Sorcerous Kingdom was ready to oust them from their entrenched position.
“Oh, and one last thing, Lady Zahradnik.”
Ludmila looked up from her thoughts with a questioning look. In the Guild official’s hand was an article of clothing that Ludmila had just recently approved for sale in her city outlet.
“You cannot sell items like these, my lady,” Miss Hoffman told her.
“Why not?” Ludmila asked.
“Because they are a dire threat to the economy,” the woman answered.
“A dire threat?” Ludmila furrowed her brow, “Unless I am mistaken, Miss Hoffman, you are holding a blouse.”
“It is not just any blouse,” Miss Hoffman replied. “You know that as well as I do.”
“I do, and it is precisely the reason why I approved them for sale. They are self-cleaning items that are impervious to the wear and tear of regular daily activities. Even if they do get damaged somehow, they can be magically repaired for no material cost so long as they are not completely destroyed.”
“Exactly. That’s why you cannot sell these.”
Her gaze went from the shirt in Miss Hoffman’s hand to the Guild official’s completely serious expression.
“Miss Hoffman,” Ludmila said, “you will forgive me for not being able to understand why anything I mentioned is a ‘dire threat to the economy’.”
Miss Hoffman took on a long-suffering tone.
“It’s obvious, isn’t it? You’re selling an item that lasts forever barring some catastrophic event. An artisan cannot make a living selling things that only need to be purchased once. Markets that distribute goods of this nature will inevitably stagnate and die.”
“I see.”
“Thank you for your cooperation, Lady Zahradnik,” the Guild official smiled and turned to leave. “Now, I believe the next ship is departing in–”
“Stop.”
The woman froze in place.
“I never said I would comply with your demands,” Ludmila said.
“S-Surely you don’t mean that, my lady…”
“I do. I have long considered the problematic nature of this ‘economy’ that you constantly refer to and our discussion has only served to strengthen my convictions on the matter. I understand that you are merely a representative of the Guilds and that your organisation believes that it is working in the best interests of its people, so I hope you will understand that I am similarly acting in the best interests of mine.”
“But how can that be?!” Miss Hoffman said, “Do you even understand what you’re saying? This is–”
“War.” Ludmila smiled coldly, “In a manner of speaking. I pray that the Guilds will keep things civil, for your own sakes.”
Comments
Albedo's Ahoge
Who is this "goodest" boy?
Silmadrillion
I imagine you're referring to reagents they have no basic access to, (ruby dust, etc.) Thing is, even other reagents, they have easy access to so long as A. it can be scavenged for in the woods. B. it can be boosted in growth with magic. Ruby dust and any other earthen based reagents, WV does not have. thing is, they can probably strike a deal with with Zu Chiru. considering he's been burned by the Merchant Guild before (more like their agents, but to him there's no real difference) and that he has no real need for them (the banking function of the MGis being usurped by the SK Mail Service under their noses since it's being marketed for 'non-merchant' individuals). That and the Dwarves... but the dwarves are less likely to give a damn about the MG
Valguris
Once this is over, the talk will be that the guilds picked a fight with Warden's Vale and got expulsed from the entire Sorcerous Kingdom. Do not mess with Warden's Vale.
ovrsurge
Oh sorry if it came across that I was making a good or bad judgement on IP. I was more just making an observation from some good arguments I've heard on why companies like nintendo will sometimes smash down hard on small fan projects. Even if it comes at a cost of community backlash and hollowing loyal fanbases its still more important to protect the integrity of the IP. Sometimes you actually see IP holders working behind the scenes with IP infringers where it doesn't hurt the legal integrity of the brand. One excellent example is the story of Pokemon Showdown who seem to have an under the table agreement with GameFreak that lets them host and use official video game music on their website. IP law is a bit ridiculous nowadays with the duration as you said. Lifetime Plus 75 years I think. Also the punishments can be draconian. Your analysis on the economy of Warden's Vale is pretty much spot on. Ludmilla has rock solid connections to multiple economic outlets who are more inclined to help her than exploit their positions of strength as her only option. Clara, Liane and Florine (maybe less Liane) are probably willing to take a hit in order to stand alongside Lud. The only potential weakness of Warden's Vale here is a reliance on exports to fuel rapid development of local industry. And maybe the cultural clout that the guilds have, although we've seen the deep connection she has with her human subjects before so maybe not a big problem.
Silmadrillion
To be absolutely fair. IP in it's initial iteration was in fact very good. I mean, why create something iconic if you won't get anything from it, let alone get your face slapped by the one who stole it. That said, yes... those who had power pushed that needing too damn far. now it stops people from making things they love. The original "two years and every cent made is mine. afterward you can make your derivitives, but I still get name recog." is a very good, justified line. "14 years and thousand years dungeon for looking like my stuff" is ludicrous. As for the story now, unless Sebas is wrong with his read on the people of E-Rantel (let's not include the other baronies), this might need some... finesse. Which to be fair, the have a lot of. What they have too bloody much of, is Zeal. About Warden's Vale, they'll be fine. They can go Isolated markets because their No. 1 customer is the Army and the Adventurer's guild. They may get hit on the textiles front, but considering Clara... Yeah, Ludwig is fine
ovrsurge
Ah yes the guild was already doing things considered overreach. But since they have been getting away with it for so long its considered "normal" Copyright law works similarly and is why IP holders are so often zealous about enforcing their rights even if it seems to be a bad decision and creates community backlash. If an IP holder allows unrelated third parties to profit off their product it makes any case they DO try to bring to court weaker since why didn't they go after all the other people who exploited their IP? Having an event like this gives an organic excuse to mop everything back to where it should be without ruffling the feathers of public discourse the wrong way. "We put up with all of this and then you kept going further so we had to respond accordingly." The SK didn't go after this earlier since it was an inseparable part of the underlying culture of Re-Estize and Satoru basically said to leave it alone in order to keep things comfortable and familiar. (at least that's how people interpreted it) And now the consequence is they have to navigate public perceptions of being seen as unusually tyrannical if they act now. Additionally since Satoru has absorbed the local branch of the Adventurer's Guild into the government it sets a precedent for how other establishments can be altered. And the overall positive influence of the changed guild will inspire some confidence in the government's ability to do it again.
Colin Love
Ah the birth of politics, they grow up so fast! It’s cool to see the huge inequality problem the Sorcerers Kingdom is facing come to a head. Humans are 5% of the population yet control and drive most of the financial and manufacturing based economy. We know and love our oligarchs like Claire and Laine who represent huge portions of the economy. It’s nice to see the guilds taking the central governments reforms towards streamlining and efficiency and running with em to crush their nascent competition. Classic politics, they even use religion as a wedge issue for their agenda. Cue the stirring classical music and sound of guillotines. There’s a reason why the French Revolution was kicked off in a big way by the guilds. The inability of ancien regime to reform while facing existential crisis kicked off the whole bloody affair. Yet it was the triumvirate of immovable institutions the local parliaments who jealously guarded their ancient rights / privileges & could only be over ridden by the king if he could handle the blowback. The church who jealously guarded its ancient rights / privileges while not delivering on services for the most part & corrupt at the high levels. Finally the guilds who jealously guarded its ancient rights / privileges & whose system of apprenticeship became a millstone around the neck of young educated professionals. This being the beginning of the industrial revolution the rising middle class / small businesses owners were hemmed in economically by the guilds. I was wondering how the guilds would react as there is a very strong central executive which can very much run rough shot over them if it wants. Now we have the guilds trying to use soft power to take on the very center of hard power in the kingdom. Politics! Although truthfully as revolting as politics are they are better than war which is politics by other means. Yet politics can breed war if two intransigent sides meet and a compromise, exemption or agreement can’t be achieved and or if one side wishes to crush the other or is perceived to. There isn’t a great earth representation here and always using the French Revolution analogy is in itself problematic even if it’s the big one in terms of revolutions in terms of societal impact for Western Europe. While the Russian Revolution is more of an extreme take on completing the goals of the height of the French Revolution in a more comparatively backwards country led by people from the repressed borderlands generally, a different animal. Still it’s almost like watching a natural disaster take place the conflict between the guild representative and Ludmilla. They’re both making huge mistakes, Ludmilla is by misreading the situation and threatening war. The guilds don’t have the ability to wage war and the prime minister may see this as rebellion losing the tremendously strong position Ludmilla gained by her recent conversations. The guilds well their whole idea to threaten economic war against Wardens Vale was a terrible idea and by using intermediaries it’s blown up into a full fledged “constitutional crisis”. Scary stuff but it can all be deescalated with a few words not that civil war is at all a remote possibility as of yet with the close personal relationships. It would take a lot of bad blood & misunderstandings between a lot of friendly and or well associated people to get the pitchforks out. That said conceivably this events could conceivably spark a civil war or a civil war with revolutionary tenants it’s a big potential crisis. Fortunately it’s still at the phase of words and words can be taken back & friends can intervene to talk down heated parties.
Silmadrillion
Goodest of boys most probably. As for shooting first, the things the Guild have been doing were already something SK already considered overreach. To our modern sensibilities, they definitely do, specially the marriages. It doesn't even show noticeable reason unlike The Six Church, thou maybe it just something we don't know specifically except politics... which everyone hates politics.
ovrsurge
I highly doubt the sorcerous kingdom would let anything too bad happen to their special military and economic zone. Even the guilds are likely limited by the law on trade restrictions within the SK. Unless of course they want to try to hide from the intelligence agencies and encourage their members to boycott some things which are essentially government run enterprises. This is really bad for the Guilds since it coincides well with Albedo's plan to weaken them. But also makes it look like the guilds took the first shot. I wonder if somebody pressured them into doing it at this point in time specifically.
Gega Dela Geňa
Ohh, it is getting good!
John E vanidestine
Can't wait to see how this new development proceeds.
Silmadrillion
Oof. Fraudulent applications are about to put those blacksmiths out of business. Tho I kinda think it was goodest boy who "quietly passed" the tip to the guild. To be fair, this has been set up since the volume began.
Jacubus
"Secondly, the y fraudulent practices" additional y out of nowhere.
Gopard
Thanks for the chapter! I would have loved if Ludmilla had summoned he shadow demon right there in view of the representative and said something along the lines of "It would appear as we expected the guilds have made their move to sabotage and stymie the development of the sorcerous Kingdom as his majesty and the Prime Minister expected. Convey to their Excellencies that I would ask permission to move forward with discussed plans to deal with and curb the guilds festering influence and corruption in the region." Lol!
Zarik0
With how Albedo just get in the move by Ainz about the Guilds and urban social thingy and all that That will be interesting, this confrontation that we get here and maybe we get some shadowing (and indirect/unseen) of different angle support to Ludmilla and multiple move by Albedo in this clash who is to come As Albedo surely will use it to start reform thing and i guess take full control of the guilds in the end, that the guild are not a official institution controlled and managed by the government in the future seem off and unlikely to happen (and as Albedo is a control freak and all others reason, no way she let it like how it is as of now and they stay 'Guild' without solid oversight and them be telling direction to go of SK government/bureaucracy/leadership) A bit of wonder who tell the Guild :P Slight possibility its Lianne who forced thing a bit to happen faster, but that really a dick move xD (maybe not on her viewpoint and think she help in the end) as she too frustrated or etc over the thing and try to show 'the light' to Ludmilla and make her understand and blabla
Aeridinae Lunaris
Fixed, I think...
Chriszy
The Mobile Black PDF version is a duplicate of Before the Storm, Act 08, Chapter 06 by the way.
Saphy
Oh yes, this is the Ludmila we well know. Things are really going to be speeding up aren't they? Between a spat with the guilds, Rolengorek, and whenever the absorption of the rest of Re-Estize hits... Consequences!
Ben
WAR!!!! (economic war?)
Ben
THIS IS WARDEN VALE (a 300 reference)
