[Sweetsong] A Concern on Unnatural Affairs

[Kisaik]

Kisaik had concerns. He'd only recently begun to dabble in the alterations and splicing of various traits into trees, that could carry those traits down to their offspring and seedlings. He'd proceeded for some time since he discovered the method of doing so, without much concern for the impact it might have on the environment and natural world. But then, he picked the brain of Das'Jat, and learned of certain hostile plantlife, that when grown out of control could become deathly dangerous, or even develop abilities that made them a threat to civilized folk.

He didn't want to create a new version of the Creep in Sweetsong! So he sought the wisdom of the Scalvoris Council on this. He'd taken it upon himself to invite a councilor of Natural Affairs from Almund, to Sweetsong. He'd informed Vega after the fact of sending the letter, but was sure she would be accepting of the prospect of meeting other government members. So he thought nothing of sending it ahead of his telling her.

Perhaps she'd thump him, but then again, maybe not. In either event, he penned the letter in Xanthean, as he knew no other script. By virtue of his pendant of reflection, he could speak and be understood in any tongue, but he couldn't very well replicate the words on a page.

He presumed, however, that the councilor would have someone who could translate, if not understanding the letter's contents in itself:


Dear Councilor of Natural Affairs, Nir'wei,

I write you on behalf of the community of Sweetsong, which resides in Fool's Run in the Sweetwine forest.

You may or may not be aware of me. It's immaterial whether our reputations precede us in any event. What I wanted to bring to your attention, is that I've begun to cultivate various new species of plants, by splicing the traits of several other plants onto other specimen. I wanted to check with your office, to see if there ought to be regulations observed in this process, as I can imagine some plant variants becoming potentially invasive or dangerous, if recklessly altered.

I wanted to invite you to meet with us at Sweetsong, in hopes that you can observe our work on these special plants, and whether there might be some beneficial alterations you can imagine, in addition to things you may wish to forbid.

Sincerely,

Mädärä Kisaik Ciuruọrun sọ Kufuata Karo Kashe Däuä, Tìfmi Härumtä sọ anou Faewun Samuwar, ọbavi sọ tẹlẹ, igbaradi sọ anou tabi ọludïbọ, Saoire's chieja kẹmïkälï kukïrï, Kuzïngätïä Kore, Akoko Nọọsi, qy’akot o'Creede, ar Yeztlik'o' Nïtọsï Ẹrẹkẹ.

Kisaik sent the letter along many days ago now, and hoped it would reach the office and result in a prompt response if not a visit from the councilor.

He remained at the end of Orchard's Walk, where many trees were arrayed in lines along the path, fully grown by now and of various species native to Scalvoris, as well as a few Riversteel trees that were not.

He was seated on his steed,

Slate

, and waited while observing the goings on of the various tribe members of the Sweetstone Tree. Several tunawa milled about, engaging in the business of cultivating the grounds, while young tunawa sprouts scampered hither and thither.

Kisaik stood stoic in the saddle of Slate, while he awaited any sign of a visitor, and watching over his tribe.

[Nir'wei]

It wasn't often that Nir'weis receptionist was rendered speechless. They were quite used to receiving all sorts of odd messages about corn blights, fishing droughts, and more. Usually, however, no matter how legible the handwriting might be, they were written in Common; to have something written in any other language suggested that either it was being sent from very far away, or from a very unusual messenger.

To perform just enough research and find it was written in Xanthean, of all languages, made it even more interesting. It was marked as most important, and he'd barely walked through the door before it was thrust in his face; his personal assistant and second-in-command both uncharacteristically eager to have it translated. "Sweetsong?" He read it over again, slower. "Cultivating new species of plants. That's, uhh. That's great." He understood plants only as much as within the context of the animals that relied on them. Normally, common, or even uncommon problems could be outsourced to other farmers. Crop problems. Lack of manure. All those little things. This? He didn't even know where to start asking, and from the sounds of it, even his usual sources wouldn't be of much use. "Anyone here even making a lick of sense out of this?" His personal assistant, Wesley, gave him an utterly blank look. Even Tylar, his second-in-command, was visibly baffled. "Well, at least I'm not alone in that."

Wesley cocked his head. "You'll be visiting, then?"

He'd been meaning to, anyway. Something about an officer training camp being run in Sweetsong, by the name Vega, had been passed along by Kura. He'd only arrived to make sure everything was in order and Tylar knew to hold down the fort while he was gone. Now it looked like he'd be making a full expedition out of the trip. "You're coming with me." It was a sudden decision, but the more he thought on it, the more it felt the right thing to do. "Tylar, you as well. Marcus will hold all messages while we're out... and look through all the books we have on this stuff while we're gone." He pursed his lips in a moment of thought. "Gwynevere and Tel'wehn are at his disposal on this." He intended to know more than just the basics on this stuff in the future. For all the ways that Natural Affairs was a supposed go-to on a whole host of problems, they were only equipped to handle animals, and the rest was a lot of guess-work and posturing. That could only ever take them so far. This far, to be exact.

He looked around the office and took it in. "Gather your things. We leave in three breaks."

Silk didn't say a word or move from her seat at the door, but the smile she aimed at Nir'wei and Tylar said everything. She was already packed, ready to go, and wasn't taking 'no' for an answer either.

***

Sweetwine, barely a day away by mount from the Natural Affairs Office in Scalvoris Town, was close enough that even with three passengers, Traveller made shorter work than any horse. The Scalv Sohr Khal still struggled, and had settled into a low-altitude glide by the time they neared the woods. Kura had said it might take some time finding the place, but probably hadn't accounted for just how quickly one could spot encampments like these from up high; the arrangement of tents wasn't exactly small, by the average campground's estimates. Most interesting of all was the arrangement of trees, which stuck out even more clearly from on high; the arrow-straight lines among the casual sprawl of the rest of the forest was positively unnatural... and clearly, exactly what he was looking for. Traveller dipped lower, tilting a wing to ride the gentle breeze closer.

"Drop down, right there." The Sohr Khal obliged, dropping with a heavy thud at the end of the path, directly opposite an odd-looking tree. Silk dismounted first, looking perhaps the most out-of-place among the troupe in her flowing white robe. Wesley was second, slinging a heavily-laden backpack over his shoulder, and Tylar was third; only a few breaks to prepare himself and the man looked as though he must have spent most of the day neatly arranging his clean-cropped hair and smoothing down a smart uniform to within a single crease.

Nir'wei was last. The moment he dropped down, no less than seven wolves appeared around the group, ranging from nearly chest-high at the head to towering well over all of them, putting a draft horse to shame. His coat, which was covered with a rather obscene amount of pockets all-over, began squirming all by itself, and wolf-pup heads began poking out of the seams, staring with wide eyes at the new place, noses already sniffing the unfamiliar scents. "Easy, easy. I'll let you out in a second. First thing's first, probably a good idea to formally announce ourselves, right?" Seeing as he'd never visited before, he wasn't sure what the reception might be to a whole horde of wolves at their perimeter, but he'd hazard it wouldn't be great unless they explained first.

NPCs

All the NPCs named here are listed as part of Nir'weis Office of Natural Affairs staff, details here.

[Kisaik]

Kisaik of course, even as he waited by the base of Nïtọsï Ẹrẹkẹ, had prepared what he needed for his demonstration. Many of the trees previously planted along the path

were not yet fully matured,

so he would grow one before the Councilor’s very eyes, to show him what was possible with Kisaik’s special talents and resources.

He’d devised a special growing stake, the likes of which were used for plants that grew on a vine, like tomatoes and ivy. In this instance, Kisaik had prepared a special tomato plant that he planned on grafting several features onto.

The space where the stake was to be centered was currently being drawn with special glyphs for alchemical rituals, by various members of the tribe as directed by Kisaik. They were letters in Xanthean, of course, but even one who spoke fluent Xanthean might not be able to tell what the character was meant to signify in this instance.

It was the special process that Kisaik had devised himself to accomplish alchemy, but tracing plant-like effigies into the ground to symbolize the growth aspect of life, and through that express transformation through the process of alchemy.

He jammed the stake, which he held in his hand as almost a staff or lance, into the center of the glyphs, after Slate bore him closer to the sigils. This done, the rest of the ingredients were added, and subtly Kisaik fed ephemera to Nïtọsï Ẹrẹkẹ, even as he took some back from it to imbue the

spiritual powers of the tree

into the stake itself. Specifically

Orchard Revel

, was imbued from Ataja who dwelt in Nïtọsï Ẹrẹkẹ as its resident spiritual guardian.

The alchemical process was gradual, but quickened when the ingredients flowed into the base of the staff, and then grew up like vines in their energies to the top of the stake. So was the Orchard Revel stake crafted.

The cry of a large flying beast erupted through the air, and Kisaik’s eyes looked up overhead. A large Sohr Khal was on the move toward them, faster than most beasts had any right to move. Kisaik smiled, and nodded. “That would be the councilor! Now, let me go forth and greet them, and tidy up here while I’m at it!”

So saying, the councilor and his retinue dismounted from the Sohr Khal. Kisaik waved his hand, the other holding the Orchard Revel Stake. His arm stretched long so that it would be seen by them. He also raised his voice a fraction louder than was usual, as they might not be expecting such a ‘small’ reception party.

“Welcome Councilor, you are all welcome here!”

“I am Mädärä Kisaik Ciuruọrun sọ Kufuata Karo Kashe Däuä, Tìfmi Härumtä sọ anou Faewun Samuwar, ọbavi sọ tẹlẹ, igbaradi sọ anou tabi ọludïbọ, Saoire's chieja kẹmïkälï kukïrï, Kuzïngätïä Kore, Akoko Nọọsi, qy’akot o'Creede, ar Yeztlik'o' Nïtọsï Ẹrẹkẹ. Steward of the Sweetstone tree, or Nïtọsï Ẹrẹkẹ.” Nïtọsï Ẹrẹkẹ was a gemini tree, which stood near the end of Orchard’s Walk. Primarily jade stones grew from its branches, but also other gems. “I’m pleased to be of service. Now, since you came here not for pleasantries but to see my work, allow me to demonstrate the capabilities, and you can see for yourself what is possible through a combination of alchemy and gardening!”

Nir’wei would note, if he was paying attention to Kisaik, that the small tunawa was blessed by his own father, Ashan. And quite far along in his mark, if the mark on his arm was any signifier.

Kisaik merely rode Slate toward a soft patch of earth, which had been prepared before hand. Digging the point of the stake into the ground several inches thereby, he then sprinkled the tomato seeds he’d prepared. The stake of Orchard’s Revel being what it was, needed some coaxing by Kisaik to work its magic on the plant that was set into its surrounding soil. Thus Kisaik sprinkled the catalyst onto it, and the tomato plant began growing nearly spontaneously, before their eyes. In a matter of moments, the first few leaves had sprouted. Kisaik coaxed it even more, spending his own ephemeral essence to accelerate a process that normally took at most ten days. In this case, the tomato was a fast growing plant so it only took a little bit out of him.

As it grew, he began splicing the traits he wanted the plant itself to have. First, the sweetwine vine’s property of imbuing the perfect flavor into things, was placed into the tomato buds, which were quickly darkening into a deep red color, near ripeness. Finally he added the abilty to thrive in the shade or limited light from the Sweetwine vine into the tomato plant’s greenery. Two traits thus implanted, were imbued into the plant as it grew upwards of the stake, until it finally reached maturity in the space of moments.

“Ta da!” Kisaik said, and then nudged one of the large red tomatos. “Try one, it’ll taste just like your very favorite flavor, whatever it may be.”

“So as you can see, I spliced a couple of traits onto a tomato plant. Normally they wouldnd’t grow this fast, but I thought for the sake of expedience, we might use a bit of alchemical help to let them grow faster.” Kisaik tapped the special stake he’d grown the tomato on.

“But also, there are plant varieties that have hazardous qualities, and I wondered if it might be necessary, with the advent of this new gardening technique, if limitations or regulations should be placed upon them.” Kisaik looked up at Nir’wei, and lifted his leafy brows, “What say you to that?”

[Nir'wei]

Though he knew the invitation was open, he'd not expected a welcome party from the moment of landing. They hadn't written ahead to discuss a date, nor made an appointment... Kisaik must have been very eager for their meeting. It was the first time in a while that Nir'wei had really felt 'wanted' in such a way. Normally, it was quite the opposite.

There was no mistaking it though. What he'd assumed was just a collection of the usual workers and settlers, strangely all Tunawa and about level with his shins, were now gathered before him, with one at the head waving... a stick. It looked like a stick, but it was too straight and uniform to be naturally-made. Was all of Sweetsong Tunawa? He hadn't seen so many gathered in one spot since back in Desnind, and even then, he remembered them often riding on shoulders or heads for convenience's sake. He resisted the urge to purse his lips in thought, and instead bowed his head to the welcoming party in greeting. The others of his party quickly did the same, with Silk's bow noticeably deeper, bending at the waist and with both arms folded. "A pleasure to meet you, uhh..." He was probably the only one of the group that could actually decipher all the titles. "Sir Kisaik." If he insisted on introducing himself every time in full titles, would it be insulting to use a shortened term? Silk gave him a sideward glance, but said nothing.

He hardly felt the need to introduce himself in turn, and Kisaik didn't seem to bother with the idle small-talk and simple pleasantries. He seemed almost too eager to show off these new species of plants. Wesley had already drawn a notebook and was scribbling on the pages in pencil, marking notes off while they followed the Tunawa to a marked-off spot. The soil was soft and freshly-dug, but empty of life. Wait, hadn't he mentioned a demonstration?

Right before his eyes, the staff was planted, seeds dropped... and they sprouted, with just a sprinkle of some unknown ingredient. Green shoots, then leaves, and vines, and... he took a step back. Eyes flicked from the newly-created plant to Kisaik and back again. "So you can create food," he simplified after a long pause, reaching out and plucking one of the fully-ripe tomatoes and feeling its weight in his hand. It definitely looked and felt like a real, ordinary tomato. Silk reached out to take it, her mouth already opening to make a request, but he stopped her with a look, smiled at Kisaik, and took a bite himself. A mark of obvious trust. Much more obvious to Silk than she'd ever let on. "Can't say I've ever had a tomato that... tastes like rabbit before," he remarked with a little laugh of amusement, "but I like it more than I thought I would."

His head was swimming with the possibilities. Obviously, this would be a massive boon to food production, if even one person had the power to fully mature plants in a single day. Food created to taste like whatever the person wanted it to taste like would be a novel experience many of the more well-off members of the community might pay a pretty nel to experience. For a moment, his heart ached. If Faith were here, she'd know what to do with this sort-of thing. He knew just enough to realise he was probably only thinking at the tip of the iceberg, and he didn't even know anything about how this was possible, or how far it could reach.

Kisaik was waiting for an answer. Looking from the ripe tomato in his hands back to the Tunawa, his fingers dug in the soft flesh for a moment, feeling around. "I think, for starters, that any experimental procedures you intend to do in the future... should not be done so close to populated areas." He nodded in the direction of Sweetsong, and glanced at the other Tunawa around him. "Nor within range of populated wildlife, if you could. I'm excited to see what else you might be able to produce in the future, and I understand things can go wrong that nobody could predict," he said slowly, clearly thinking over his words to make sure he didn't give off the wrong impression, "I'd just like to minimise any damages that might occur, if something went wrong... and make it easier to contain, before it gets out of hand."

Wesley was still scribbling away, marking down everything that Nir'wei said, but it was Tylar that crouched down before the staff, peering at it and the vines of the tomato plant that wrapped around it. "I think," the man said aloud, "that before any... regulations... are set in stone, we need to understand more about exactly what these methods can, and cannot produce. If we took a seed from this plant you've grown, and planted it in the ground, would it also taste the same? Could these alchemical properties also be spliced into the plant, the same way the flavour worked?" These were good points. Nir'wei was eager to learn more, but couldn't quite find a way to put it into words that wouldn't sound more... abrupt. "How deep do these changes go... making plants that are deadly poisonous suddenly taste delicious?" Now that sounded concerning. "Create a new species that expands and chokes out the original?" He'd heard enough.

"I believe," he interjected, before the man worked himself up into a sweat, "what my colleague is asking, is what you think could go wrong, to ask for these changes. You clearly have some worries yourself, else you wouldn't have offered... and this is your technique. What do you worry the most about?"

[Kisaik]

“Oh, If you like, my friends all call me Chip!” Kisaik offered Nir’wei, on seeing his consternation over the tunawa’s long list of titles. “Most people find my titles a little bit of a mouthful, and it was Vega who called me Chip to start.”

“Very well met Councilor Nir’wei!” Kisaik said and then proceeded with his little demonstration.

“Now, this is a little more than just my gardening expertise. I’ve imbued some spirit magic into this here stick with my alchemy. To make things grow when they’re growing around it. But it only has a small limited use of one plant per cycle. But that plant will grow to full maturity in a short time.”

Kisaik made sure to point out what he was doing, and separate it from the magical effects of the stick. “See, you put the ojogbon sap here, and the ground up tunawa leaves there… And that splices the two properties of a different plant to this here tomato.” The tunawa furrowed his leafy brow, as he applied the traited substances that would carry over to the tomato. “In this case, we’re using the Sweetwine Vine. Which has the properties of growing in low light, and also having flavors of your favorite food.”

Kisaik nodded, then looked to Nir’wei when the demonstration was complete. “I regret that such a property as the flavor effect is only replicable by those with mastery of gardening, or else mastery of cooking if preparing the tomatoes. But you can imagine that a properly grown ‘sweetwine vine tomato’ may fetch quite a good reputation in high class eateries around the island.”

“Now, any gardening could splice these properties, but what’s more, I can splice them so that their spliced traits become part of their species, and we could distribute these seeds, and others like them for various plants using my Genesis Splicing method. We can also splice other plants, whose traits will not be inherited by subsquent generations. So making use of this technique is always a choice.”

Kisaik’s face darkened when they got to the crux of the matter which was the concern that prompted the tunawa’s letter to Natural Affairs. “Well, I’ve heard tell of invasive species of plants around the world. One of my friends in Sweetsong have informed me of a killer plant that originated in Quacia, that was quite the problem for the people there and elsewhere.”

“Then there’s of course other places that have harmful plant species, that might hide in plain sight. There might even be plants that seem harmless on the surface, that when combined with another species through this method, may create a terrible ecological disaster, such as the extreme example of the Quacian Creep, or such as you’ve outlined, of a species of spliced plant replacing the original entirely. I hadn’t actually considered that…”

Kisaik brightened thereafter, however, as he came to a happier topic. “I was hoping you might direct me to people who would know best how to utilize this method, so that we can benefit the island, and contain any unintended hazards that might crop up along the way. Perhaps a process could be developed?”

[Nir'wei]

Nir'wei narrowed his eyes just slightly at the mention of spirit-magic. Kisaik was small enough to be quite easily overlooked, but he still knew he would have recognised a Tunawa from the times of the Forging... though he didn't know enough about the powers of the four Induk to know for certain whether this 'miraculous growth' was certainly down to one of them. There was one other possibility. "I don't suppose that this 'spirit-magic' you mentioned has anything to do with Ashan?" He knew even less of his father than he did of the Scalvoris Induks, but since his father had never shown much interest in him, he'd never had much reason to look into it either. Either way, it was somewhat of a relief, to be honest. Spirit-magic, even Immortal magic, was somehow much more tangible than all these other things Kisaik talked of. Alchemy? Properties, splicing?

While Kisaik tried to explain it in as much detail as possible, Wesley's pen scratched against the pad, drawing out diagrams with arrows pointing where Kisaik had pointed. Nir'wei just nodded along, trying to act like someone who might be able to understand at least half of the words that the Tunawa was using. "I see." He didn't. "Ahh. Wait, so some of it comes from the skill of the gardener?" That had him perking up again. Another bit of relief, for more reasons than Kisaik had already mentioned. If it required direct oversight by someone of no small amount of skill, it'd be in much shorter supply... a not only valuable, but most importantly, rare commodity would fetch the best prices in the market. It'd also make it fundamentally impossible to mass-produce and flood the ecosystem.

Well, that's what he'd hoped. The very next sentence was the closest thing to a verbal slap he'd felt in quite some time.

He didn't interrupt. He allowed Kisaik to say all that he had to explain, and then paused for a good few moments afterwards, mulling his words and trying to avoid pouncing on the very first thought that came forwards. It wasn't a good one. "Well... that's interesting." He didn't know anything about Quacia, so this talk of their 'Creep' was rather lost on him, apart from what he could infer by context. "I think, in all honesty, this is reaching slightly outside my remit." He'd known that just from reading the letter to begin with, but now he could at least put a proper reason to it beyond just 'not knowing plants' or some other lame excuse. "Spirit-magic, alchemy... for both of our sakes, I think that this is something that Saoire's Dream would shed better light on." He made a snap decision. "Wesley, pen a letter requesting audience. I'll deliver it myself." His assistant made an absent noise, which Nir'wei took for affirmation.

"That said... well, look. I understand your concern, but from the sounds of this, there's nobody else, myself included, that can tell you about what hazards there might be. You clearly know them already, or you wouldn't be warning me of them too - and you clearly don't want to bring harm to Scalvoris, so... don't." He counted off some points with his fingers. "Research all the plants thoroughly before you splice them. Splice only one at a time, not near where people live, not where their crops or livestock are, and not in open soil where they can naturally spread." It sounded simple because it was. He couldn't exactly start blacklisting species he didn't know about for reasons he couldn't explain. "If things go wrong, they go wrong. But Scalvoris isn't a single landmass. If an outbreak should happen of some invasive species, unless it finds a way to grow across an entire ocean of saltwater, there will still be safe havens to fall back to." He rolled a shoulder in a half-shrug. "Plus, it's as you said. Your plant will grow faster than normal, but that trick you did only works on one plant, once a season. The rest will take what, half a season, or less?" He made a conservative guess. "Thirty, twenty trials each? As long as you take care and watch the surroundings after each trial, there's a window to prevent it from getting out of hand... and don't make anything fireproof, or something ridiculous that'd stop you killing it off. Got that, Wesley?"

There was a pause. "Got it. I'll draft it back at the office."

"That's about all I can do," Nir'wei continued, nodding to himself. "I wouldn't expect you to pass every trial you run past me first or something. Not something I could do, not worth stifling your work over." He considered something for a moment - thinking whether Kura would approve. Well, really, she'd say it was well within his job anyway. "If you really wanted that sort of oversight, if you wanted funding for your projects to get you the plants you can't get yourself and make sure it's used for the betterment of Scalvoris, you'd be joining the Natural Affairs Office. What do you think, Tylar. Head of Agriculture?"

Tylar turned from the plant and looked at Nir'wei from over his shoulder. "The name's terrible. But I can work with that."

[Kisaik]

“Spirit magic?” Kisaik quirked a leafy brow, “Ahh I can see how you’d make that mistake given my mark. Well, perhaps some of my skill at cooperating with spirits springs from my relationship with Ashan, but no. This particular spirit is a spirit of Growth, born from the growth of the First Tree, in Yaralon. That was more owing to the existence of the Mud Induk and also Moseke’s help in providing the tree’s material to dedicate to the Induk.” Kisaik nodded, satisfied with his retelling of the tale, in summary.

“I just happen to be a warden of the Mud Induk now, and a guardian of the First Tree, although I haven’t been to Yaralon for a few seasons now.” Kisaik shrugged, as they trotted along. “In truth, I’m not sure what my status is in regards to the First Tree, as anything other than one of the planters who helped it take root. But I was rewarded with the companionship of a Diri of Growth, who now resides solely within our own Sweetstone Tree, which is also my tribe’s Ojogbon tree.”

“I merely petitioned the spirit for some of its power, in exchange for a gift of ephemera or other provision of concept. It’s most certainly not a power that just anyone could take for themselves.” Kisaik nodded, “In that way, I’m the custodian of this new manner of spirit growing and alchemy. Although Winston is a good student of the spiritual alchemy himself now too.”

“As for my skill as a gardener, yes the ability to propagate is entirely optional. I can just as easily, even more so in fact, create a plant whose spliced traits will not pass to its offspring. Thereby not offering a disruption to the local flora.” Kisaik elaborated as he continued riding Slate through the Orchard Walk. “See, I can splice plants in such a way that their spliced traits, two of them at most, can be carried over to their offspring.”

Nir’wei remarked on the input of Saoire’s School, and how they might have greater lore to import to this issue. Kisaik nodded emphatically at that, “Oh I’m good friends with Saoire. It was I who gave her the Naficula Adanu, the magic tree that grows in her garden. It once was a magic acorn that allowed me to travel the world, wherever there are plants. However, it was time to give it a proper home, and I could think of no better than the garden of the Immortal of Doors.”

When at last they arrived at the center of the settlement, or where it was propped up for the time being, Kisaik stopped in his tracks, waiting to see signs of Vega, Winston, or possibly Jasper and Dasjat. “Well, here we are.”

Nir’wei made a very serious offer, of a place in his cabinet as officer of Agriculture. Kisaik took this very seriously indeed, and wasn’t going to deny it out of hand nor accept it without due consideration. “Well… Politics isn’t my strong suit, but I will consider your offer. I’m currently also entertaining an offer to join the Elements as an Officer, due to my part in repelling the pirate attack on Sweetsong.”

Kisaik felt that would suffice as explanation for why he didn’t immediately jump on the offer. “Thank you, I’m glad you appear to trust that I will use this ability responsibly. I will do what I can to live up to that.”

“Oh, here come the others! I think they’re nearby, let’s go greet them?” Kisaik said, having heard the sounds of settlers nearby.

[Kisaik]

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Notes/Warnings: A political type meeting

Thread: [Sweetsong] A Concern on Unnatural Affairs
City/Area: Sweetwine Woods

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[Winston]

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Kisaik

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Tee Hee. Kisaik's signature is almost as long as the letter itself :-p

Kisaik is a very responsible little genetic splicing Knight! I'm not sure how likely it'll be that they will achieve agricultural regulation over the whole of Scalvaris, but perhaps Kisaik will spearhead it! Or perhaps he will just be the reason it's needed as he breaks new ground in previously untold ways from season to season. Solving world hunger and killing everyone with deadly poisonous fudge plants... Seriously, if fudge was poisonous, I'd be ded.

Thanks for a nice thread, as always and keep crusading responsibly!

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• Gardening: The Creep: An invasive malevolent plant species.
• Writing: Composing a letter in Xanthean
• Alchemy: A growing stake, imbued with spiritual alchemy to mimick a growth spirit's ability to grow its resident vine-plant in only a few moments.
• Gardening: A Sweetwine Vine Tomato: A tomato that tastes like your favorite food if grown by a master or greater. And doesn't need much light to grow

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• Sweetwine Vine Tomato: A tomato plant that tastes like a person's favorite food and grows in low light

Nir'wei

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I love it, absolutely love it. "don't" It is genuinely the best solution to 'doing ill'. Just don't.

I could really hear Nir'wei's confusion on this one. Like many council members I have met, rocking up to solve a problem they don't understand and nore do they need to. As long as it gets sorted, everyone can go to bed happy.

Also his pack of wolves are quite the retinue to carry with him. I imagine they give his negotiating position a little extra 'clout'.

Thanks for a great thread and for keeping Scalvaris regulated!

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• XP: 15

Knowledges

• Logistics: It was a sudden decision, but the more he thought on it, the more it felt the right thing to do.
• Politics: A mark of obvious trust.
• Politics: any experimental procedures you intend to do in the future... should not be done so close to populated areas.
• Politics: I'd just like to minimise any damages that might occur
• Gardening: we need to understand more about exactly what these methods can, and cannot produce
• Gardening: Wait, so some of it comes from the skill of the gardener?
• Field Craft: If an outbreak should happen of some invasive species
• Field Craft: watch the surroundings after each trial,

Winston's Catch of the Day is YOU!

[Kisaik]

Thread: [Sweetsong] A Concern on Unnatural Affairs
City/Area: Sweetwine Woods
Wealth Skill: Gardening
Total Capstone Bonus: 0

Are you claiming a Language Fluency Bonus - n-- if so for what location

Are you claiming a Loyalty Bonus? - n

If your Wealth Skill level has not been identified above - confirm it here, please - Grand Master



Additional Information - Kisaik has a mortalborn power, that allows him to convert wealth points earned in a wealth thread into renown: Glory Domain Power

!	Message from: Winston
	Done!