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Content	Sortition: Livi Barro rise up and build anew Livi Barro upon-a-rock Arete/Stars Livi's father is in charge of a construction business in Corentyn, not the biggest or the best in the city but enough to make a good living. Livi is his father's only child — his mother died in childbirth, and his father never remarried — so he's raised to take it over, and never particularly gives thought to doing anything else. He marries the younger daughter of one of Corentyn's dockmasters and sets to work producing his own heirs. He's expecting to have a few more years before his father passes it off to him, but when he's in his thirties one of the useless slaves fucks up at what should really be a basic task and his father ends up half-crushed under the building. He's dead before Livi can get a priest. Livi'd like to be able to have that slave tortured to death for it, but he's not so wealthy that he can waste a slave like that. He settles for having it whipped until he feels better, and then sells it off to someone else. The sack of Corentyn is awful, obviously, just the sort of brutality you'd expect from godless anarchists. But his family survives, and the wizard he pays to cast Ant Haul on the laborers survives, and most of the slaves survive, and— there's quite a lot of work, in the aftermath. If he plays his cards right he might even come out ahead here — one of his biggest rivals was killed in the sack, and the new leadership has none of the preexisting connections that sometimes led Corentyn's previous government to hire incompetents to build schools and public buildings. He's not sure if he's supposed to be worshipping Iomedae, or anyone who isn't Asmodeus, or no one at all. He compromises by burning anything that could possibly indicate he's ever been Asmodean and setting up an Abadaran altar in his home. Hopefully it'll be enough that he can point to it if he has to, and not enough that he'll draw unwanted attention from the godless soldiers who still patrol the city streets. When he allows himself to think about it, he finds that he'd just as well not go to Hell, if he has a choice about it. He's heard there's a spell for that, if you're rich enough, but he's not old enough yet to make it a priority. He's surprised, when he finds out he's been called to the Constitutional Convention (what was the Queen thinking, drawing by lots is mostly going to pull ignorant peasants). Still, it seems like an opportunity more than anything. Good to be one of the men visibly in support of whatever the Queen decides, and if she allows them open debate he might be able to use that to his advantage as well. It might be dangerous to be in the room, but not nearly so dangerous as being out of it.
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Livi's father is in charge of a construction business in Corentyn, not the biggest or the best in the city but enough to make a good living. Livi is his father's only child — his mother died in childbirth, and his father never remarried — so he's raised to take it over, and never particularly gives thought to doing anything else.

He marries the younger daughter of one of Corentyn's dockmasters and sets to work producing his own heirs. He's expecting to have a few more years before his father passes it off to him, but when he's in his thirties one of the useless slaves fucks up at what should really be a basic task and his father ends up half-crushed under the building. He's dead before Livi can get a priest. Livi'd like to be able to have that slave tortured to death for it, but he's not so wealthy that he can waste a slave like that. He settles for having it whipped until he feels better, and then sells it off to someone else.

The sack of Corentyn is awful, obviously, just the sort of brutality you'd expect from godless anarchists. But his family survives, and the wizard he pays to cast Ant Haul on the laborers survives, and most of the slaves survive, and— there's quite a lot of work, in the aftermath. If he plays his cards right he might even come out ahead here — one of his biggest rivals was killed in the sack, and the new leadership has none of the preexisting connections that sometimes led Corentyn's previous government to hire incompetents to build schools and public buildings.

He's not sure if he's supposed to be worshipping Iomedae, or anyone who isn't Asmodeus, or no one at all. He compromises by burning anything that could possibly indicate he's ever been Asmodean and setting up an Abadaran altar in his home. Hopefully it'll be enough that he can point to it if he has to, and not enough that he'll draw unwanted attention from the godless soldiers who still patrol the city streets. When he allows himself to think about it, he finds that he'd just as well not go to Hell, if he has a choice about it. He's heard there's a spell for that, if you're rich enough, but he's not old enough yet to make it a priority.

He's surprised, when he finds out he's been called to the Constitutional Convention (what was the Queen thinking, drawing by lots is mostly going to pull ignorant peasants). Still, it seems like an opportunity more than anything. Good to be one of the men visibly in support of whatever the Queen decides, and if she allows them open debate he might be able to use that to his advantage as well. It might be dangerous to be in the room, but not nearly so dangerous as being out of it.