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Ezperanza Caminero - Hazat
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STATUS: Ethical issues aside, AI prose is just really bad. 16 days ago
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Ethical issues aside, AI prose is just really bad.
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She wanted to read, she wanted to write, but the main thing she wanted was something to fight
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Make it clear that you don't need him to be reading Dante tomorrow. Also suggest it would be fun if you had a private language that you could use to mock English speakers in secret.
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Luckily history suggests an infinite ability for people to be shit heads ;)
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Ezperanza Caminero - Hazat
@POOHEAD189 As you have already escaped the situation you can skip to arriving at you apartment if you would like to describe it.
If you want to roll on the priest roll with power.
Yuki stared at January for several seconds, her face drooping in comic disappointment. With a sigh she made a pirouette turn that made her skirt fan out theatrically. She tossed the gun underhand onto the back seat of the car. Clearly Juno or someone like her was watching out for the pair because the gun didn't go off. She turned and skipped back to January's side. Although she gave every outward sign of her usual indifference, she hadn't turned the music back on.
The interior of the cathedral was a vast open chamber hall with two lines of simple pews bisected by the central isle. Moonlight slanted in through stained glass windows portraying images of St Anthony. An ornate cross hung at the far end before an altar that appeared to be constructed from a single piece of marble. Darkened archways led off to other areas of the cathedral and stairs in the rear corners coiled up in spirals of wrought iron to an overcroft above. A man in priestly vestments was rising from a position of prayer in front of the altar. He turned to face the door, the white of his clerical collar catching the moonlight.
"Welcome friends, the Lord be with you."
The interior of the cathedral was a vast open chamber hall with two lines of simple pews bisected by the central isle. Moonlight slanted in through stained glass windows portraying images of St Anthony. An ornate cross hung at the far end before an altar that appeared to be constructed from a single piece of marble. Darkened archways led off to other areas of the cathedral and stairs in the rear corners coiled up in spirals of wrought iron to an overcroft above. A man in priestly vestments was rising from a position of prayer in front of the altar. He turned to face the door, the white of his clerical collar catching the moonlight.
"Welcome friends, the Lord be with you."
You will need to roll, she is going to want to follow the investigation for her mistress.
She seems pretty keen on lugging the gun, you can try to persuade an NPC if you want her to disarm.
@rush99999 What is your plan for the cathedral, are you just walking in?
"We may have a problem," Phaedra announced as she pulled her horse in beside Brasidas' great warhorse. Her mare nickered at the beast as they drew close. Syf looked like he had been caught with his hand in the pay chest but didn't otherwise comment. The Miravet were spread out in a broad half circle, forming the fore and rear guards as well as protecting the northen flank. Brasidas' own scouts were out in front with his cataphracts in the center to provide a striking force to counterattack anywhere they were hit. The river provided the anchor of their southern flank, and would do for another two or three leagues before it turned away south and they had to strike out across the desert for the safety of the distant coast.
"Looks like three or four thousand Khareeds are bypassing the town all together," she reported, relaying news that her own scouts had passed to her minutes before. It wouldn't have been politic to say so, but they almost certainly were following up with such unseemly haste because of Tachmeena's reckless defection.
"We can take them," Syf boasted, unconciously puffing out his chest. Phaedra nodded, though there was no agreement in the guesture.
"Likely, but even if we massacre them it will delay us long enough for the rest of them to catch up," she explained. According to Eudoxia the force behind them had perhaps twenty thousand Khareeds and as many infantry at least, though the foot elements were lagging somewhat behind. According to Phaedra's conversation with Tac, that was because the Satrap had already been in the field, marching west before Arbela had fallen to Brasidas and his men. She had been in camp with him and had ridden off in the night.
"One of my spies also told me that the Satrap believes the Emperor is dead, or has been deposed, and that Primate Alpharius is in control back in Kommenia," Phaedra continued. Syf did a slight double take.
"What do you mean spies?" he demanded. Phaedra grinned and winked at him.
"A woman may go where a man may not scout master," she told him. The fact that the information came from an Atvari Princess wasn't something she wanted generally known. The Miravet might be traditionalists about such things, but even they would be tempted to sell the girl back to her father rather than train her. Delays over such negotiations would doubtlessly prove fatal.
"I don't know if the direct route to the coast will be safe, if the Satrap follows up, and he wouldn't have mobilized most of his army if he weren't planning on it, we might not find any saftey along the coast." She paused, the next part was pure suposition on her part, not verified information.
"I think that it is true there has been a coup, Alpharius sent our troops out into the desert to feed the Satrap, and pulled Gregorious and his other loyalists back, probably all the way back to Komennia to crush any counter coup attempt."
"Looks like three or four thousand Khareeds are bypassing the town all together," she reported, relaying news that her own scouts had passed to her minutes before. It wouldn't have been politic to say so, but they almost certainly were following up with such unseemly haste because of Tachmeena's reckless defection.
"We can take them," Syf boasted, unconciously puffing out his chest. Phaedra nodded, though there was no agreement in the guesture.
"Likely, but even if we massacre them it will delay us long enough for the rest of them to catch up," she explained. According to Eudoxia the force behind them had perhaps twenty thousand Khareeds and as many infantry at least, though the foot elements were lagging somewhat behind. According to Phaedra's conversation with Tac, that was because the Satrap had already been in the field, marching west before Arbela had fallen to Brasidas and his men. She had been in camp with him and had ridden off in the night.
"One of my spies also told me that the Satrap believes the Emperor is dead, or has been deposed, and that Primate Alpharius is in control back in Kommenia," Phaedra continued. Syf did a slight double take.
"What do you mean spies?" he demanded. Phaedra grinned and winked at him.
"A woman may go where a man may not scout master," she told him. The fact that the information came from an Atvari Princess wasn't something she wanted generally known. The Miravet might be traditionalists about such things, but even they would be tempted to sell the girl back to her father rather than train her. Delays over such negotiations would doubtlessly prove fatal.
"I don't know if the direct route to the coast will be safe, if the Satrap follows up, and he wouldn't have mobilized most of his army if he weren't planning on it, we might not find any saftey along the coast." She paused, the next part was pure suposition on her part, not verified information.
"I think that it is true there has been a coup, Alpharius sent our troops out into the desert to feed the Satrap, and pulled Gregorious and his other loyalists back, probably all the way back to Komennia to crush any counter coup attempt."
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