What are people's headcanons for what the elixirs taste like?
I keep thinking Sokolov's tastes like children's panadol, you know that sickly sweet gluggy taste. Piero's maybe tastes a little more bitter. For some reason my brain says Gin and Tonic sort of mix.
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I think the Lord Protector gig comes with its own fair amount of paperwork. Though not as much as some positions obviously, but I can see it covering a lot of work with the tower guard and the entirety of the tower security. Everything from outfitting the guards, to the appointment of new men. He agrees to Jessamine's want to have the Tower open to the people to visit her freely, but only if he's allowed to fix the guard up to prepare for that many people.
And I can see him being really freaking picky about it too, because he takes it all deathly seriously as he should. Just being nobility with a commission isn't enough for him, and he doesn't give a damn about gender. Personally putting every single man and woman through their paces. No he doesn't care if this has always been the royal armorer, and this is the way the blades have always been, this design is shit and out dated, there are better ways of heating steel, and you need smaller weapons for close quarters fighting regardless quit your bitching. Guns with every man, they're becoming to widely circulated with would be assassins, the gangs, and god knows who else for them not to be on both sides. He wants reports at the end of every watch. Detailed reports, not just brief summaries. Even if nothing is happening, he needs to know the patterns of the Tower perfectly, and so do they, to tell when they're not as they should be. The Royal Spymaster helps him with all of it, to smooth it out on the nobility side, because he can see the value of it in the long run. It's also how he meets and to some degree, becomes friends with Captain Curnow, finding him to be a man with a similar mind about it all.
The guards themselves love it and hate it, he doesn't believe in half feeding them, or not allowing them to get a full nights sleep on a bad bed. It might not be as fancy as the palace itself, especially when things are tight with food shortages, but there is always a fair amount of food at dinner, enough that no man there goes hungry. Their pay is stable, even for the commoner's amongst them, who are used to being shirked of money every now and then.
Hate it, because depending on what your roster is, he trains the guards either once in the morning and once in the afternoon himself. Ignoring their but we have guns now who cares? about the swords they carry. He makes them care when he shows them how easy it is to have a gun knocked out of your hands. Which; the mornings are cold, that high up on the tower grounds, but he strips them all down, men are bare to the waist, women in light shirts, their breath steam in the clear air as they work hard. Empty click of steel against steel, and the calls of again. halt. again. halt. He makes them fight cold, dumps water on them, wear too many layers so they can't move properly in the heat of summer. To carry each other on their backs and fight like that too, after Emily is born. They go through hell and never want for a thing. They're terrified of him, he seems half mad sometimes, but they respect him, because shit if it's not working.
Jessamine doesn't want that guards around her all the time, wants to remain free and accessible to her people, so he makes sure every single one can do the job of ten. Quality, not quantity. The number of guards increases, but there is never actually any more men on duty, only that they are better rostered, not stretched thin over so many hours. It's what gives him some solace, that when he leaves to go around the isles, he's trained those guards to be the best they can be, they're as much a part of him as Emily is, they'll be enough. He hand picked the ones to take his place when he's gone.
@wolfsliege said: // I had always thought the same. Jessamine didn’t look like an efficient leader at all, so Burrows just had her out of the picture because he thought he could do better.
A man like Burrows wouldn't have been able to understand Jessamine's strength you are so utterly correct. He makes it very clear he has little compassion himself, people are problems to be dealt with, not worked around and god forbid worked with, and he'd understand it even less in someone who is supposed to rule.
And everything else, I think Jessamine could have handled, rulers in times of change have to be more malleable, more compassionate and she seemed progressive enough (something else, I think, Burrows would have found weak), and Dunwall was changing drastically. In those situations you move and change with it, or you get left behind and she seemed to be inclined that way, given the little you do have of her policies.
Plague however, sudden plague of that magnitude no less, strikes everyone dumb, and it takes a real cruelty to deal with it.
Because seldom is a good king, a kind one. Or at least that's what I can see Burrow's tell himself as he consoled himself over what he's done.
Watching Master and Commander and all I can think is baby Corvo, slipping in the blood and dodging around the debris lugging oil to the canons. Just recently promoted to midshipman and he's all of 13, and it only happened because the actual midshipman got his arm blown off around the tail end of Serkonos and the pirates tricked them and came up hard in the mist that they couldn't afford to be waiting around to do the promotion properly, and Corvo was the only other boy there that was half presentable, had at least a year under his service, didn't piss himself in fear and already knew how to hold a weapon decently enough.
Getting drunk after the battle with his new title and singing with the rest of the boys, till he's red in the face and half falls asleep listening to the older lieutenant's tell stories until they put him to bed.
I'm having one of those too anxious to sleep moments, so have stupid headcanons. They're all about Emily growing up and dumb English nobility customs and I'M SORRY OKAY. I JUST. HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS.
i. As a child, Emily was like any other little girl. Just as prone to doing all the same things, crying and throwing her food. For every moment that Jessamine couldn't, Corvo would be with Emily instead. Feeding her, guiding her through learning what her hands were and her surprise at her face in the mirror, little toes curling up gleefully and gurgling as she sucked on her fist. He told her Serkonon rhymes, that were never quite sung but sort of rhythmically said. Jessamine was excited for her to talk, and overjoyed when finally, she started to speak. Mama, whule and Mpruss, being amongst her first words. It wasn't a problem, until one day when Jessamine was showing off her daughters new words and teaching her names like for a few minutes she was any other mother and not Empress. First to Sokolov ( now Soo-kov ), Burrows (who she scrunched up her face and cried at ), Campbell ( Coombull ) when asked for Corvo's name, out came Dada instead. It was one of the worst fights they ever had, because Corvo enjoyed playing nursemaid, but at Burrows insistence, Emily was given over to a proper nurse and governess there after, her own entire separate household. It wouldn't be until she had properly learned to speak again, that she and Corvo were allowed to play together once more. Though Jessamine never gave orders for such ( and Burrows perhaps had ) the governess in question tried to put space between Corvo and Emily as much as possible. It never worked, because Emily was determined every time she saw Corvo to use him like her personal climbing post and piggy back ride which he allowed her without hesitation, and after the fight, Jessamine never quite tried to stop her, since she'd taken everything else off Corvo.
ii. I feel like Emily should have a title of her own, since most heirs to the throne do, usually formally Prince + Dukedom of some kind. Princess Emily of the Isles & Duchess of Redmoor, or Whitecliff, given the heavy influence of the abbey? Which would grant her the formal use of Your Grace for her to be addressed as by her mother in court situations. Or would have, when Emily had become old enough to be formally allowed in court, since if you follow court customs, no child below at least 15 is formally really allowed to be in court. And spirits the day she received it, was the day Emily started wearing white. Before it was all little girls things, pink and blues and ribbons and frippery. But Emily had insisted, she wanted to dress like her mother. But she wouldn't pick until Corvo had seen her in each and everyone, and had his opinion on them all. He liked simple, and it was the one with the most minimal amount of lace.
iii. They tried to send Emily away to a separate palace in the country, the air there was cleaner, less gritty with industry like Dunwall. Outwards Whitecliff which is fairly safe. But she threw a fit, refused her meals, climbed up as high as her little hands and feet could take her to avoid it every time they asked her what to pack, and hid whenever Jessamine went to see her. Corvo was at his wits end with climbing around after her and getting her down when she was inevitably stuck, and just about ready to do something drastic until Jessamine finally gave in. The compromise was that Emily could stay in the palace, but she would have her own wing, and she would not leave it. She could only see Corvo once a week because of it. Emily cried about that too, but it didn't work, and eventually settled into her lessons. It only half worked, because some how inevitably, she found her way around to sneak into Jessamine's and Corvo's respective rooms to curl up at night, regardless of how many guards were posted.
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Or rather, historically one could only be considered truly educated if you knew Latin, and that held true until the mid 1800s at least. If it was a book worth reading, it was written in Latin, for a very long time.
Corvo I don't think would care / never bothered to learn more than he had to, Daud I think would know it just to be more of an adequate spy/assassin.
I wonder how Corvo feels about the title Assassin? Daud doesn't call him it, and only refers to him as bodyguard. because I think there is a difference between what he does and what Corvo does, and they both know it.
Daud gets paid to kill people, Corvo just happens to get money sometimes for something he was going to do anyway. But I wonder if he gets angry with it? Because it puts him in the same category as Daud, or something he just accepts, because its not like the people he's killing particularly care about the difference.
Then again, I think Corvo has a strong case of deep calleth unto deep. He spends all this time trying not to be the people he hates, and ends up the same as them anyway. Maybe in high chaos he just knows, he accepts, he's going to kill them all anyway so what does it matter what they call him any more? And he should have, he really should have, because it matters to Emily, but he's too selfish to see that.
Low chaos I think would be a little more bothered by the title. He'd never be like Daud, to be treated the same as the man who killed Jessamine.