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[F26-OP] The Integration Effort


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It was after the climactic events of the attempted revolution that things started to stir on the twenty-sixth floor. For the events had brought new-found vigor to the Galteans who would see themselves carve a future into their city once upon a time, despite what textbooks said about a revisionist history. As for the Ladonians, though sympathizers were few and far between, citizens of the lower rung would begin to connect with their discriminated different counterparts; so too would they have the space to house them, as few and far between as their cramped quarters could hold for the residents moving in.

Many hands would be needed to see the Galteans establish their new homes in a different territory, despite the welcome. To that end, it should be of no surprise to the wandering adventurers of Aincrad that these residents are currently seeking help. One way or another, for resources, conversation and compassion, hence began a new chapter in the ongoings of the Empire of Ladonia.

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"The wood required would exceed the limitations of this floor.  We'll have to deal in trade with the sixth and eighth floors.  I'll front some of the col for this venture, but we're going to need further help from other guild for this venture."

Hirru exclaimed as he talked to multiple NPC merchants within the area.  Some would not know what he talked about as they only existed upon the 26th floor, but others would know as they were player owned.  They would flock to their masters to relay the news of the 26th floors reclamation.  The news would bring out business which would know no parallel, as other players would also buy and sell to the aristocracy that existed at this time.  Most would only dwell upon the higher parts of Ladonia, but some actually took pity.  Well, not totally, but money is money.  Loans would be low, but the interest was enough for a profit, it seemed.  Hirru didn't feel that it was justified to do such things, but that was how the economy was.  Merchant's had hearts of gold, only to those that could replicate the gold.

Hirru sighed as he looked upon the reparations and destruction that the felling of the Juggernaut Ifrit caused.  They would have to use quite a bit of resources to bring this floor back to its original glory.

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funny, how cardinal had decided to grant them several floors worth of forests, and only on the twenty-sixth would the players see them put to use.

material gathering was one thing; small items used in crafts were always something that the base had dealt in. and the few that dabbled in logging were only doing so to aid their smithing counterparts, the wood requirement for their time in the castle much lower than the costs of metal, of steel. the sudden surge of needed supply put most of the crafting communities to question, and efforts to the harvesting of logs were increased for their galtean friends -- if only for a short time.

said word from one of the merchants had made way to bistro through one of her witnesses, and hence came time for a personal delivery. night was no strongman, and held no special reputation in the creative scenes, but her broker was different, and it made for good representation on the higher floors. it was with reluctance, though not annoyance, that she started to ferry a collection of planks neatly cut to a few reported areas in lower ladonia.

down in those sewers, conditions were less apt for their storage due to humidity, but nothing a store of varnish couldn't help to stave off its rot, tempered upon the surface before they were carried into the subterranean city. and as she passed a few residents,

"and to think! my kids have been playing with those galtean rebels..."
"for the love of -- not next to
my home! in our district? the nerve--"
"selling sticky rice cakes! 50 col per slice! 100 if you buy three at once...!"

their words, within earshot, only fell on the player deaf, stuck focused on her task, mind half out of it from boredom.

50fiI3R.png | NIGHT
 | Lv. 136 >> P. 104, Lv. 32
 | Status: resource distribution could be better, she supposed.

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Another ding. And another. And another. Her attention was torn away from any attempt to record her songs, the constant draw of the notifications interrupting her otherwise focused intent. Sighing to herself, she closed away the piano before opening the notifications, scanning each intently.

‘Galteans? Ladonians? Refugees? What is going on in Cardinal lately? First the flowers, now this…’ She shook her head to clear away the thoughts, before deciding that she wouldn’t have received so many messages from her mysterious sources if it weren’t important.

Bringing up her menu, she pulled forth the messaging system, deciding that it was worth at least asking another about. She keyed up the message, sending it off without a second thought as her mind still considered the oddness of Cardinal and Aincrad over the recent days.

To: NIGHT
From: Nari-Lanreth
Message: Hey, I’ve been getting relatively non-stop notifications about something on the twenty-sixth? Something about Galteans refugees? Ladonians being less than friendly, or something? Any idea what’s going on? Seems like Cardinal has been…well, odd, lately…hoping it’s nothing too concerning, but I’m heading up to twenty-six to see what’s what, and if I can help out at all. Meet me there in half an hour?

Gathering her things, she made her way out of the studio, giving on last look back before turning off the lights and closing the door. She swore she’d return later today to finish what she’d started, no matter whom she had to beg off from.

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The teleporter glowed, the bright light filling her closed eyes before fading slowly. Opening them, she found herself in what felt like medieval times – the city streets filled with an almost imperialistic feel. Glancing about at the nearby NPCs, Nari realised she’d never actually stepped foot on the twenty-sixth before, one of the many floors she’d avoided until now. There’d been no cause, or so she’d thought.

Glancing around, she saw no sign of anyone familiar, nor did she get the feeling that asking around here would be…beneficial. Already the voices were reaching her ears, and from the tones and the few words she was catching, it didn’t seem pleasant in any way.

Tucking her head into the hood of the vest she wore, she stepped down from the platform and into the city proper, following the map towards the denoted position that had been sent with the most recent bewildering message.

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“Excuse me, I’m looking for a…” Her eyes shifted to the message once more, before continuing to speak to the elderly woman she had come upon. The area around her reminded her of the slums of some of the cities she’d visited, bringing a chill to her spine and her senses to full alert. “…a Hynkel?”

The elderly woman shook her head, giving off a sound that Nari assumed was displeasure or disagreement. “You won’t be finding him anywhere round here. Picked up by the guards a few hours ago, dragged off on some charge or another. His brother may know more about it.”

Disheartened, but still determined, Nari gathered the information about the brother from the elderly woman before heading off towards the designated home. This was turning out to be far more in-depth of a situation than she’d originally anticipated. Just from what she’d heard in passing, it had sounded like the city had gone through a full revolution in recent times, and that there were still outstanding frustrations on all sides. ‘Would explain the refugees, at least…what have I gotten myself into?’ Another quick check of her notifications, but still no message from NIGHT – something that caused her worry to simply increase.

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oh, where would the galteans be, if their rightful ruler hadn't been there to take care of them?

the question was rhetorical. for nian had no intention to leave her subjects in the dust. her arrival on the scene was quiet, cautious, unprecedented. it hadn't been voluntary in the slightest.

no, her presence was only necessary.

there'd been some requests about everything and anything. sneaking supplies in, errand work of documents and deeds, scouring some refugee's homes for one piece of paperwork or another. they would've been ideal for stealing.

the monster took a different route, instead.

it was in one of the isolated districts in lower ladonia that the beast had found herself prowling about. a small hand grabbed to her uniform -- disgusting, the king would have found it, had she noticed the boy not even ten years of age by her side. the tug he drew to pull her away was also of no use, for the weight and might of steel against concrete was much to bear for a kid of his stature, his uncertainty.

where nian was standing, she'd cornered a patrol of ladonian guards, their backs against a brick wall, black metal arms sunk horizontally across the exit to their salvation.

"and you'll leave the people alone, won't you?"

the tyrant only drew a sneer, a trace of white against a shadowed face, her quarry locked in trembling and afraid.

"this is a decree from your royal highness. the city benefits from their presence, unlike you mucks who siphon off the royal treasury to fulfill a deed out of xenophobia. and for--what--purpose?"

her steel claw scratched out mortar, not even giving the victims a chance to respond. and still, the boy tugged, incessant, confused and curious.

"hey, miss...? what's... going on here...?"

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