Wilper
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With both their Bodies of Argument reduced to zero an out of band round of negotiation took place. One that granted neither character what they really wanted. Alvega will become a mistress to the Lord Steward, but in return he'll have to find a way…
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The commander had mentioned that he would be spending much time in the bars, and she had not seen him on the observation deck where she had eaten most of her meals. So some cautious questions had led her to The Shrine. She wanted to speak more with …
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She casts a quick glance to the side to watch him. His face is straight. Yet she finds his policies are in contradiction to this spoken tenderness for Xuria's many involuntary residents. ”You flatter me.“ Then she turns fully to face him again, towe…
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”One certainly needs friends on this world.“ She nods and then joins him in watching the stars. A sky so different from the one at home. "We are not alone in being far from home." She considers raising the plight of 99.9% of off-worlders on Xuria …
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Alvega takes the arm, and they wander along the beds of flowers. The sun is sinking and is now but a crimson semi circle on the horizon. The mist grows thinner with the evening wind, the brightest stars appear on the darkening sky. ”You speak with …
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”But what may seem symbiotic is not always so, some cling with such force that they suffocate the other.“ Alvega plays POINT, rolling for Persuasion (6d) and Seduction as FoRK (1d). For a total of 2 successes. Rolled 7d6: [2,1,3,4,2,6,1] = 19
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”We keep the many plants of our garden separated. Each plant is given its own bed lest one might suffocate the other in its struggle to be the closest to the light. I find this warning also applies outside the boundaries of this garden.“ If Alveg…
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She looked upon him, first surprised, then with an eyebrow half raised mischievously. Was that it? ”My lord would not think that the Baron's garden would miss its keeper then?“
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The setting sun cast the garden in a warm pink haze as they make their way through the lines of growth beds. ”All was lost, the whole ecosystem was eradicated. All those plants with their many dependencies to other plants and creatures for suitable …
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A man of the Lord Steward's caliber didn't just drop in unannounced for tea to chit-chat about gardening with the lady of the house on a night when her husband, the leader of the political opposition, just happened to be out. Such coincidences didn'…
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The room was large enough to comfortably fit an attack raft, with an arched ceiling high above them. The southern wall was covered with an arched glass window which offered an spectacular view of the wasteland beyond the reach of the atmosphere proc…
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"Oh, nothing for me. This is for Iberis, though I am looking forward to seeing Lady Gray again, she's a remarkable woman." Through the viewport she gazed into the distance. The elongated shape of the Justified Wrath came into view over the horizon,…
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"Hardin, yes, five years junior to Iberis. He's cæptir with Lord Muskham's house now." Muskham, also of the reclaimant party, the family has strong influence in the mining industry. Ruthless man, you can imagine what sort of man Hardin will becom…
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His tone betrays him even if he thinks he masks it well. He is upset. Upset with her, with the baron, with the world. He's a soldier, not a politician. Which was why he ended up in command of the defense forces. All thanks to her husband, but he…
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She stayed by his side as they paced the floor, not speaking anything but pleasantries and nothings, in the rare cases she was addressed at all. Still she was a stranger in their eyes, perhaps even an enemy. She wore a dress by their fashion, but h…
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Gorey guided her out in the crowd. He needed to be seen, there were people he needed to be seen with, people he needed to speak to and acquaintances to make. The reclaimant party was headless, and now was the time to prove himself the remedy of that…
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"If there's anything ... let us know." She put a slight stress on the 'us', slipping the royal we into the parting phrase. It would pass her husband by, he was still a warrior, and in spite of Tarrak's mentoring he had a long way to go before he w…
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During those days of dreadful suspense when Gorey had been balancing on the very edge between life and death, driven to hallucinations by both the pain from his injuries and the drugs she had given to keep him alive, he had called a single name ove…
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"Of course, my love, of course." she replied. Her tone lacking that deference that his had demanded, instead carrying the note of a cautionary tale. Something dark floated over his expression for a moment, but no, he was in a good mood, so instea…
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Thank you. Again she raised the binoculars, just in time to see the fighting come to a halt as the referee blew his whistle to mark the end of the round. A youth staggered over the edge of the raft into the water, was awarded with a ribbon and th…
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The gulag/prison-planet thing doesn't really resonate with me. Nothing against the partial/ongoing terraforming thing though. If you really like the gulag, can we make it a part of the setting, instead of the whole society? So the warden isn't al…
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Hi, I'm Wilhelm/Wilper. Thanks for letting me join this game in spite of the time-zone hurdles. By day I'm a team leader in healthcare IT. By night I play and design tabletop RPGs and edit a small RPG fanzine called Hydra. I have played BE twice…