Re: How do we do this now?

From: Jeff <jakyer_at_...>
Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2002 19:42:23 -0000

Um. I think that he's implying that YOU tell THE LUNARS that THE ENEMY is a bunch of rebels.

NO, the lunars can't check it. Why should they? Its easier just to crush them. And why would the Imperials believe your enemies as they protest their innocence?

> As far as I read Thunder Rebels, wyters and ancestor daimons can
surely
> tell whether or not people are acting properly and are quick to
exact

Not really. They are not a precise science. A wyter can't tell much more than a person could - you've stubbed your toe but can you tell me exactly which muscles are hurting?

> retribution if they are not. And true converts to Lunar cult, such
as the current Colymar King might know how to find the true alligeance of his people. (In Japan during the Warring States period, many Christians died for refusing to tread on icons of Mary or Christ...)
>

Maybe. And most of those folks in the Colymar have either been outlawed, forced into hiding or forcibly adopted into the Black Oaks.

There are no easy solutions, sorry.

> Like the Lismelder who fought with the Whitewall Heortlanders
against the Lunars,
> maybe they are subtly punished later. How keenly can gods see the
balance
> of their people's material needs and spiritual sincerity in times of
emergency?

Not really. Its about faith. In Glorantha, when you can call upon your gods freely and they respond with gifts and feats, faith is not really necessary.

Orlanth Is Dead is test of faith.  

> Perhaps such difficult questions should be resolved by Narrators
individually, but maybe there is a more subtle way than Tatius' method of choking Orlanth.
>
> TI

Not in the current continuity. You have, however, overlooked the fact that Sartar is rugged terrain. Try to control one of the islands of Japan (say, the northern one) with about 10 000 troops and little cooperation from the populace. Remember, you do not have modern communication methods and the locals are very fond of ambushing your couriers and the storms eat your carrier pigeons.

Jeff

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