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Yes, and I really want to get into the details of 'But why?' I don't mind if I don't get accepted, because I'm really interested in learning more about your world and how it works and trying to put someone in who is shaped by and lives in it. And yeah, I do believe I have the general gist down...

Oh, I was also going to ask about the state of financial instruments in Nordua next and the crown's involvement in trade but this addresses that. But in essence, the favor of the crown is essentially a guarantee over the House's area of trade. And the Fallen Star is servicing a fragile supply...

Oh, I get it now. So, without having (or failing) a political marriage (or disappointing them in some other way), they can't get the ear of whoever is sitting on the throne as much as they used too. I was a bit confused as to why that would matter so much to a noble in Nordua... (and especially...

Oh, and can failing to impress the big boss can lead to some very unpleasant consequences, as with the role for the Heir to the Fallen Star? My main concern that occupies my thoughts would now be wondering why hope is still being held out for their prospective house... Like you wrote in lore...

I just finished as well. I've shaved off the excess and am ready to remold it to fit our Fallen Star for what this roleplay entails.

/* code by Pyo (＾▽＾) */ /* fonts */ font 06TIPHERETH"Hyah!" the albino psychologist screamed out at the top of her lungs, spinning 720 degrees in a circle like a shot put athlete towards in the direction of the Sparkeater, building up an angular momentum of the sword before she let it loose...

/* code by Pyo (＾▽＾) */ /* fonts */ font 06TIPHERETHWhat did it mean to be someone's idol? When one moves from the world of the real into that of symbols, what gets lost on the way? When that... apparition? Spirit? Whatever, or *whoever* it was residing within her blood, the real, Don Quixote...

/* code by Pyo (＾▽＾) */ /* fonts */ font 06TIPHERETHAs soon as the redhead gave the all-clear, Gebura sheathed her katana in the most cliched form possible. Truly, our albino was binging too many samurai flicks for her to conceive of this particular habit. The delusional GPO bearer, once again...

/* code by Pyo (＾▽＾) */ /* fonts */ font 05GEBURAGebura scoffed, looking at her wrists; seeing patches burn and regenerate was sure a pain. Hell, *feeling it* was even more of a bother. But now wasn't the time to complain. "Got it. My life's in your hands, or rather, her life is," her voice...

/* code by Pyo (＾▽＾) */ /* fonts */ font 06TIPHERETHTiphereth looked anxiously out of the window. While she had put on her 'yeah, business as usual' face and a smile from ear to ear, she was still concerned. She pondered about why she was assigned to the corebreaking team when her capabilities...

/* code by Pyo (＾▽＾) */ /* fonts */ font 06TIPHERETHAm I to bear witness to the destruction of others again? Shall I be an undertaker, denying those whose time has not yet come but carrying with me those who have passed to the afterlife? Even when I had been offered it myself, I thought the...

/* code by Pyo (＾▽＾) */ /* fonts */ font 06TIPHERETHDid you know to describe the Infinite, the Great Unknown, God, the Universe, or whatever labels you may have for the frail human limitation of never knowing all, scholars united important aspects of humanity into one great tree diagram...

/* code by Pyo (＾▽＾) */ /* fonts */ font ???TIPHERETHThe albino Psychologist took a deep breath in. If she counted correctly, there were a bunch of screaming children, two other women trying to see what was up, and a guy looking suspiciously at her from the corner of her eye. She meekly...

/* code by Pyo (＾▽＾) */ /* fonts */ font ???TIPHERETH. . . *CLANK* *Squeeeak* *thud* Tiphereth tumbled out of the stasis chamber Chomp had made for her, trying to pull herself together, solemnly accepting the water they offered her. She pushed herself off the ground, and before she could...

/* code by Pyo (＾▽＾) */ /* fonts */ font ???TIPHERETH This was not the explanation that the Albino was looking for. Who was this person, this white eminence standing before them? And this being a resting place? At least they were being patient with them. And they didn't correct her when she...

/* code by Pyo (＾▽＾) */ /* fonts */ font ???TIPHERETH "...They could have been revived too?" her voice broke. Normally, people are excited when they get second chances placed right on their lap. But for Tiphereth... ... Trauma -- both physical and mental, leave wounds that quickly reconstruct...

/* code by Pyo (＾▽＾) */ /* fonts */ font ???TIPHERETH "From ashes you came, to ashes you return." Mathew 4:1-11 . . . When one is unwillingly born into this agonizing world, forced into existence and consciousness, can one ever remember what nothingness felt like before? If Tiphereth was...

/* code by Pyo (＾▽＾) */ /* fonts */ font DON QUXIOTETIPHERETH*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *click* *click* *click* Twelve rounds. Twelve corpses of carriers lay at the Albino's feet. Frustrated that she was out, she scoffed, and re-hilted her sidearm to her waist as she tried to continue making her way...

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