...oh, lord, the feature of roleplaying The Quiet Year that I hadn't understood after last week's session was the exponential increase in chaos. We got competing cults, conspiracies of assassins, baker alchemists of negotiable morality, a contingent of miners isolated in a time fault long enough to speciate, mournful poets wandering in the palace's magically unstable periphery throwing sheets of verse onto the wind, mysterious travelers whose low-quality hats cause them to be treated as literally invisible by all other residents, self-replicating kitchen machinery... And these are just the things we usually forgot about while other stuff was going on! All the coherence we made in the game was partial and on the fly. It was lots of fun and stressful as all get out. Soon I will make it all fit into a neat table of factions for the game that's to follow. Soon. After lunch.