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Groekee StoryMission Log 26
Virgon is in visual sight! Our trajectory is optimal, and the cryogenic pods awakened us all without any major side-effects. Rachel is mad that I interrupted her while she was trying to recall her dream. I wish I could recall mine... It seemed important.
But more importantly: Narfi is making me write this down, so here goes,
Groekee Systems Report:
eject pods 100% functional
foreshielding 20% functional
heat sensor 100% functional
radiation sensor 100% functional
storage area undamaged
left phase laser 100% functional
right phase laser damaged
habitational generators 90% functional
manual flight 100% functional
Year 2567 marks our arrival on Virgon
Storyline Dump(1) Set in the world of Lint, Juan and his brother Regnar are living in the corrupt pre-Renaissance city of Rascaline (full of rascals and scoundrels) training to be a member of the militia and a musician... When their lives are interrupted by a goblin raid. One of the survivors is taken-in by Juan's music-teacher Erdös. Meanwhile... An Elven exiled prince seeks to lead a Coup to power against the city's corrupt ruling-class. Racism, and a new Dwarven invention - the pistol - are two elements to be feared by the main characters.
(2) A guy is visited by two aliens who have the form of mythological creatures. Before he can freak-out, they tell him they are pacifist aliens who would rather not attract attention until they can receive a response from the distress-beacon of their crash-landed spaceship... The focus of this story is on the fallacies of normal human-ideologies that everybody takes for-granted, and on the false assumptions that people make when communicating.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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