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BM General Discussion / Small Realm Mergers - The Last City Problem

« on: February 16, 2019, 06:40:05 PM »

Hello Players / Developers.

Now that BM rules allow the friendly mergers of small realms, I'd like to know if the game mechanics allow any way to do this without using force and going to war. Normal regions can defect or be transferred by ruler transfer, but I think there are restrictions on transferring or defecting the last [capital?] city.

So I've seen in the past in Far East that some realms managed to merge with little fuss. Is there any way to do this without going to war?


Possibilities I know of:

2. Defection to the merging realm by the region lord. Will this work on the last city?

2. Ruler transfer. Will this work on the last city?

3. Buy the last city through corruption.  Will this work on the last city?


Some players seem to have a lot more knowledge of the game mechanics than others and if there is anyone who knows how to transfer the last city without taking it by force, then I would appreciate the information.

Thanks

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BM General Discussion / Takeover percentages

« on: June 12, 2018, 02:34:00 PM »

Hi, I have a couple of questions on Takeovers that I think haven't been answered in previous topics:

(1) How do Takeover percentages work? Do you need 100% in just one category or 100% overall?

How does it work? You get 3 percentages, something like

Brutal: 0%
Sympathy: 56%
Balanced: 15%

Do you have to get to 100% in one of them? or does it work on getting 100% overall in all 3 ?

For example if we get:
Brutal: 30%
Sympathy: 40%
Balanced: 30%

That totals to 100%. Will this complete the successful takeover, or would we have to get something like Sympathy: 100% to succeed?


(2) Do Peasants get tired of the same takeover action repeated?

Some of my players have noticed those messages saying peasants are not impressed by takeover actions and these players suggest that maybe this is due to us repeating the same takeover action again and again. For example Freedom Celebrations. They suggest that for the takeover to complete faster you need to vary your takeover actions. Is there any truth to this suggestion? If it is true then what are the best combinations?

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BM General Discussion / Can graphic violence or sex in Role Plays become unacceptable in BM?

« on: September 25, 2017, 09:15:53 PM »

Hi, Just today I came across a roleplay in BM that I found crossed the line into disturbing and distasteful. I've played BM since 2008 at least and I was never so revolted by a roleplay. This one contained a description of brutality during a brutal takeover that was of a quasi sexual nature. I didn't like it and I think BM should have a rule banning this sort of stuff. I will copy the offending  roleplay below outlining the worsrt bit in blue color. I've deleted the name of the character who sent it because I don't want this to be abut the player, I just want to know if others find this roleplay equally disturbing and think it should be banned like I do. I haven't seen a BM rule that bans this sort of thing:

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Roleplay from [Name Removed] (2 hours, 7 minutes ago)
Message sent to everyone in the region Oligarch (46 recipients)

Brutalized

The day had started once again. Smoke rose from a thousand different places all across the huge city of Oligarch. Perhaps half from actual hearths but the rest were borne from malice. Riding through the winding streets [Name Removed]'s face was covered with a bordeaux scarf. The fabric coming from the good people Gadlock, swamp linnen. A haze of smoke escaped a crumpled building. Slithering past some exposed support beams and engulfing a section of the street. Not quite obscuring the view entirely but certainly cladding passers by in a gauzelike cloak that stung the eyes and beckoned forth tears.

The same could be said for the soldiers that strode through the main boulevard. People were being dragged from their homes, their bodies bruised as angry hands forced them to comply. Strung up along the buildings where roof ornaments where being used as makeshift gallows. Long reed canes used as whips that cut their flesh and left a patchwork of red lines on their raw skin. Asher eyed it as he passed by, not saying a word. A young woman, someone's daughter, was dragged across the streets from her family home. An older man, presumably her father, begged the soldiers to spare her. His balding head a little chubby but only because life had been good to him in the past. His wife clutching the doorframe she stood in. Nails burrowing deep. Falling to his knees, the father wept as his voice broke into a besieging screech. One of the soldiers got annoyed and turned around. Deftly fishing a dagger from its sheath and grasping it firmly in his hand. Before the balding father knew what had happened he was reaching for his throat and gurgled a few more words. His hands tried furiously but could only make a defunct dam and blood gushed through the gaps. Despite the fact that his life was literally slipping through his fingers, he never took his eyes off his daughter.

She had been dragged to the center of the street and now the soldiers had formed a ring around her. Each taking turns in ripping clothing from her fair body. Pushing her around and each time she was shoved into the arms of yet another malicious man, more hands groped her, did her pain, beat her, felt nails scratch her body and eventually, when lust turned to frustration in the soldiers, they beat her again. This time with vigor. They wanted to brutalize her but those orders hadn't been given. As the fair maiden fell to the ground, her body only nominally clad, the skin on her knees broke with the impact. Army boots, the kind that were reinforced and armored, found her body and kicked her without remorse. One particular fat soldier, his mouth frothing as his beady little eyes roved over her exposed body, viciously kicked her in the mouth. The entire tip of his boot vanishing in the action. The corners of her mouth ripped, blood exploded from where her front teeth used to be and what came next from her mouth was a quiet, anguished noise that could not be described with words.

Not waiting for what would come next, [Name Removed] looked away and urged his mount on.