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Third Level Society: First Version
Story Three: Koby Breen
23 January 1250

It initially started off as a tense situation between the Divine Kingdom of Marlen to the North and the Divine Kingdom of Prestia to the South. Dominant in Marlen were two spheres of influence, one headed by the deity-equivalent Ferra and the other headed by the deity-equivalent Gorndon. These two deity-equivalents were played by two Members who, in reality, were in a romantic relationship with one another, and so had decided to effectively rule over their mutual spheres of influence in tandem. With my avatar, a Lead Commander over a fleet of water ships known as the Physterran Fleet, and ally to both, trade flourished between this divine duarchy and the Kingdom of Prestia to the South.

Earlier this month, the two Members, who I will keep anonymous, had a falling-out and ended their romance. Their relationship turned into a rivalry, which manifested itself into changing dynamics in the Kingdom of Marlen. Though the Physterran Fleet continued trying to maintain diplomacy with both sides, my Lead-Commander-Avatar ultimately sided with Ferra in the fallout, especially when a coup carried out by daemons deposed the crown in Marlen and replaced it with the avatar King Merdon, loyal to Gorndon.

So to clarify, my avatar commands the Physterrian Fleet, which is that of water-bound ships. I had been asked recently why I have waterships instead of airships. The answer is that I did have a group of five airships when I started out. But I leared rather quickly that it does not take too many hits to bring one down; and furthermore, once one is struck down, you have no choice but to salvage all the materials and rebuild from scratch, a process involving a lot of daemon-labor and large payments out of coffers. In fact, that was what rendered Finbow's Legion to a defunct state.

On the other hand, waterships have more density, and can therefore take a lot of hits. And if they do wreck, it does not take too much effort to restore them. Thus, the Physterrian Fleet became waterbound to satisfy economic incentive.

Airship fleets tend to be confined to one sector of the Arturian Realm, like Finbow's Legion to Galacia. With waterships, however, you have free roam of the Arturian Sea, and therefore easier access to trade among all the Five Nations. Easier trade and greater prosperity triumph, as I say. And I can prove that by showing my map of the ports we have all throughout the realm.

And this is where my role became important. I have a good friend named Robert Richard, who plays an avatar going by the simple name: Glen. Glen was a Steward Divine about to become a deity-equivalent; once that happens, he would be able to implement his numerous assets of divine power dynamics to effectively mediate between Ferra and Gorndon, thus ensuring stability across the sub-realm of Marlen.

In order to become a deity-equivalent, however, Glen had to have his page, Zorndon, deliver a volunteering Spirit to him to be consumed by him. They went around the Divine Realm looking for a willing participant, of which they only found one: Marten, played by one of Robert's friends, Eric Phindoh. The plan was that after the Spirit-avatar was consumed, Marten would ressurect himself as a mortal and ascend back to his original status in quick fashion.

The only issue was that Marten was not yet a Spirit, only a Saint.

It was determined that the only way for Marten to ascend to Spirit form quickly was to consume a proven devised potion. Marten had all the ingredients to make this except for one: Silver Wine. The only viable source for this Silver Wine was in the Southernmost port of the sub-realm of Galacia. Hence, my Fleet had a task.

With such potion-making illegal, especially by a Saint, who would be accused of "witchcraft" in the Kingdom of Marlen, a revelation of this to the newly-established Crown in the Kingdom of Marlen would evoke hostility from both the Crown and Gorndon's pantheon toward the Physterrian Fleet; and the Fleet would be no match for such conjoined wrath. Furthermore, the ship route our transport would have to take passes through the waters of the Republic of Cresca, who also deems Silver Wine a form of contraband, and sends out ships to inspect cargoes.

So I met with some of the seasoned Members behind the avatars serving my Fleet and engaged in meticulous planning. Our challenge was to find a significant Captain to carry out the agenda. However, it came to be inevitable that it would have to be my avatar commanding the transport. I was okay with that, as our ship was a metal steam-powered hull with rows upon rows of guns and cannons with avatars and daemons to man them. We were well-protected should anything go wrong.

Meanwhile, Glen, located on the South Bank port of the Republic of Cresca, would have his subservient Temples carry out some sort of holiday celebration event to distract the authorities, while I had some of my subservients disguise themselves as pirates to carry out attacks on Marlenian ports. Thirdly, I also agreed with the Member behind Ferra to have Ferra conjure up a storm in the waters of the Republic of Cresca. Our transport would pass through the storm but the hope was that the weather would hide us.

Last night, we carried out this plan. The distractions worked out well; and the ship was withstanding the storm. Suddenly, though, one of the wysps that had been planted in the Arturian Realm at the founding of the Society, emerged out of the water as a serpent and confronted our ship. The ship took damage while some of my avatars died and had to ressurect.

However, I had Brobart, one of my best subservient avatars serving as a Master Spellcrafter. Brobart case an ice-daemon, which cast freezing ice-shards. In no time, this defeated the serpent. And so the Silver Wine was intact and was delivered successfully to Marten undetected. Glen completed his duty and was, as a deity-equivalent, able to successfully mediate the rivalry between Ferra and Gorndon.

That was all last night. And later that night, I received a ticker message that I had been nominated by Dungeonmaster Zachary Landon to be a candidate for "Strategic Questor of the Year." There were two other candidates: Mary Temple, who united low-level questors against several leaders in a Legion treating them poorly; and Brock Mornan, who carried out a quest to obtain an important jewel in a cave in territory disputed by two airship legions.

It was last night that I noticed an issue. Usually, a gathering like a Caucus meeting was usually done in one sitting, during which they would vote. This year, however, there were so many Members that the session was forced to be split into two separate sessions: Wednesday and Thursday. And it was last night, the Thursday meeting, that I heard some Members begin complaining under wraps about this.

The Third Level Society has been growing in popularity. In the beginning, the first meeting was attended by exactly 100 people. Two years ago, that number grew to between 140 and 160. Today, that number is 263. While it may seem a good thing that our base is growing, one cannot simply expand the Chamber present in our granular plane without having to make adjustments to the granular plane itself. A granular plane provides limited interior space; expanding it, while possible, involves having to build another granular device or making mechanical enhancements to the one we already have, both processes prohibitively expensive. The cheaper alternative is simply to move out of the granular space and into a larger room somewhere. Yes, we will miss the old Caucus Chamber, but we must adjust to the changes at hand.

The issue with that is where to find a venue and where to secure the funding; because even though this option is the least costly, it is still costly. Our most practical solution is to secure funding from the University Council and a signature of approval from the Headmaster.

Alas, we now have a new Headmaster. Thomas Snow, last year, would have easily approved such an accommodation for us, but with this new Headmaster, Martin Cross, I am not so sure. Cross won last year, defeating Thomas Snow by quite a slim margin. Though Cross and Snow were co-founders of a dymensional plane project that ultimately led to the student uprising and establishment of Cabotton University, so I have heard, they have since become rivals. Cross believes in a more traditional academic curriculum and has a particular distrust in organizations that are solely student-led.

Nevertheless, we as a Caucus will be voting next Wednesday on whether or not to send Martin Cross a proposal to give us a better venue.

06 February 1250 →
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