The Pirate Finale!

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Accursed Opportunity


Woe was mostly silent during the lead up to Winston's departure. He of course absorbed what was said, and took it under advisement. The thought of moving a Fracture was intriguing. Ground-breaking even. He even would have wanted to see it to absorb the methods by which the Immortals might achieve such a feat.

But he remained silent for the first going, until Winston was gone to his parlay with Chrien.



After the ferret left, the mortalborn thought that few would have wanted to hear of his opinion, and even fewer would agree with what Woe had to say when Winston had embarked on his task.

"I'd propose that it doesn't matter if Winston succeeds or fails." He said pointedly to Saoire. "We have a trap for Chrien, and she apparently is willing to fall into it." His face hardened as he contemplated what needed to be done to one, in order to save a greater number. "If we could destroy Chrien and Winston, or contain them forever, then it is what needs to be done. Everything else? A risk, compromise, and half measure."

Woe shrugged as to the moving of the Fracture. "Since we have Chrien where we want her, to destroy or entrap indefinitely, there's no sense in moving the Fracture. She's the only one who takes exception to its position beneath Scalvoris." He nodded adding, "The only one whose opinion matters. The Centipede, these other groups, the Phoenix and the Church of Eternal Mercies. These are mortal organizations that can be throttled, crushed, or otherwise dismantled. Immortal wrath doesn't subside."

"We should destroy them if its absolutely possible." Woe concluded. "I won't speak to the wisdom or lack thereof of moving the fracture. We stand a chance of wiping out a great risk to mortalkind here and now. I suggest you take it, if the greater good of mortalkind is what you truly value. Otherwise, you're paying mere lip service to anyone's wellbeing."
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Woe wants to turn the glass sphere into a trap to either contain or kill both Winston and Chrien. No chances taken and no escape for either. If Winston can get out, Woe assumes Chrien could too and thus there must be no room for compromise on that score. But only if the trap can be turned into a containment or deadly trap for an Immortal.

If this is accepted, he sees no reason to move the fracture, therefore unwilling to move it or budge on his first idea. Otherwise he's neutral to moving the fracture, if they're dead set on sparing Chrien. But with a no chances taken 1 option
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Though Nir'wei had known of the Tea Party, and its intentions, he hadn't intended to attend. He didn't want to be around people. He especially didn't want to be around the people that had known what he'd done. Nobody wanted that. Nobody needed the reminder, hanging over their heads, just how far they'd come to losing everything. Though it wasn't the reason he'd left, it was a good way to separate himself, by voluntarily expanding the bond he shared with the Misty Miasma, and stepping over its threshold. To remove himself so far from the world that nobody could follow.

Yet, there he was. Both there and not-there, a projection of himself hovered in the room and listened as they spoke of him, and their intended use of him. Though translucent and wisp-like, as though made of animated smoke, his projection stood firm with arms folded behind his back, eyes lingering most of all on Saoire. She'd been the one to first suggest using him. Of all of them in the room, she was the one that knew him most. He bore her Mark. She'd pulled him from the Empyrean Gateway, all those arcs ago. She'd seen him at his worst and most broken.

He'd still come so close to ruining everything she had.

Attention shifted to him, for a moment, and he knew why he'd been drawn into the room. What they suggested required his consent. He had to know that it was risky, that there was no idea what exactly would happen to him. It would be painful. Extremely painful. There was a chance, even if they succeeded, that it would destroy parts, maybe even most of Scalvoris in the process.

"I will help."

That was never in question. Though it had nearly destroyed Scalvoris and wiped out its people, one thing remained absolutely true - he had risked everything, his own life, and that of everyone he'd known, if it meant that there was a chance of saving them all; if there was a chance of learning something that could disable the bombs and remove the problem, once and for all. If he hadn't, if none of them had risked themselves at least a little, for a chance of survival - the bombs would have exploded anyway, and the same outcome would have been inevitable.

What they asked of him now was no different.

As soon as he'd given his answer, just moments after Winston left and before Woe spoke up, the apparition faded from view again.
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Nir'wei agrees to become the 'counterpoint', whatever it is, and agrees to help the Immortals should they decide to use him for their plan.
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Nir'wei is, of course, prepared to risk a 5.
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Re: The Pirate Finale!

I chose life....

Story Justifications (No need to read)
Please don’t feel obligated to read this, it’s not necessary. It’s just the power he’s using states that the results have to be based on threaded events and so here’s a bunch of stuff I used (mostly for my own reference).

The Forging:
  • viewtopic.php?f=412&t=26404 - Chrien taking her rage on on Scalvoris
  • viewtopic.php?f=412&t=26547 - Hope Wished for Peace and Happiness for Scalvoris

The wish had been granted, the peace so badly desired granted… but not in the eight trials that followed. For this, a clever misdirection, was merely a distraction for the forces that would oppose them. True peace was still to come, granted but not yet manifest, it would take to arrive. This opportunity gave those that were planting the seeds of true reprieve the time they needed to bring to bear the completeness of their will… Of the wish… Of peace in its completeness.
  • viewtopic.php?f=545&t=26214&p=171249#p171249 - Casino gave Darius a book because he (Cassion) was aware that he was ‘missing something’ and wanted to know what. It never came to light what that was (Peg confirmed this for me), so Winston is using this as the seed for the great secret that Chrien’s true domain is vengeance.
  • viewtopic.php?t=23885 - Darius was given an anti Chrien device, which Winston is narrating as evidence of a clandestine plot to achieve his proposed outcome.
  • I mean, the ENTIRE lore surrounding Fei and Chrien.
Other stuff:
Winston listened intently to the immortals around them, being, as they did, what they were. Not everyone was built as Saiore was and furthermore, not every situation could be solved by the avoidance of violence… But he had never heard Saiore suggest otherwise. Despite the suggestions that ran contrary to his own intentions, he was very certain that if he was to die, then he’d die trying to save everyone… It was his life to loose and whatever the ‘greater good’ might be, he could only follow the path his heart lay out for his feet.

As it was, after a short wait while he wrote the notes for his story, he grasped it tightly in his paw… He could not believe the power it represented. The ability to change the very fabric of reality and rewrite history for no other reason than because he held a pendant… He didn’t show his story to anyone and if challenged, he would politely explain…
”Me need tuh believe en every word af de story with every fibre af me being ef dis es gonna work… Me 'ave put intuh de stary eveyting we 'ave discussed, af dat yuh cun trost.”
While he believed what he said, the truth was that his resolve was met and discussing the details now would only serve to postpone the inevitable. They either trusted the ferret to represent them in this or they did not.

There was but one thing that he believed, but regretted… For which, he approached Vega…

”Vega…”
He began with a gentle tone of someone with something regrettable to ask.
”Ef me don’t believe in every part af dis story, et will be far notion’. De power dis pendant ‘as es gonna do son much gud, et will save os all, including Chrien ‘erself…”
He smiled, there was no doubt in his mind this was either true of the last thing he’d ever need to worry about.
”...Bot, en de rang ‘ands et could do such unspeakable bad.”
He looked up at her. He was asking permission, with hope in his heart, that he could live with the answer…
”Shud soch power really be in a place so easily stolen?”
He handed her an extract of the story he was to read. It spoke of the hope that would replace the power that lived there now, leaving the memories for which it stood, but removing the power to rewrite all of history.

Having received her response that she would bring this to Cassion, he nodded and smiled.


With that and a fond
”See you in a bit!”
he set off.

~~~

Finding himself in a glass chamber amidst the stars, he chuckled. It was a slightly nervous gesture, as he let his worry wash past him. He was protected by powers otherwise unstoppable in their own rights. There was plenty to fear, but nothing to do but continue on. With that and the absolute belief that everyone had offered their power to allow him to tell his story, whether he could see it or not, he took a deep breath.

Without further ado, he began his story, believing that it would lead to Chrien’s arrival if she did not choose to come herself… whether she listened or not, whether she raged of waited… Fought or thought… Whether he lived or died… For the good that truly was greater… He told his story…

”Played out over an eternity, in a stary af great misfortune an’ death, et was dat a gravestone af disrespect would be formed over a being soh cherished dat their lass would drive a daughter tuh insanity… Or a rage dat ran so deep, a vengeance SO thirsty dat et seemed bottomless an’ cruel tuh de minds af dose dat lived but a blink af an Immortal’s eye.

Yuh see, de stories of immortals are exactly as de immortals demselves. Eternally spanning eons af untold ‘istory, de ‘ighs an’ lows af de beings af dis kind could last de entire existence af forgotten mortal races. While a tragedy played out, wounds taken by a grieving child healed, kingdoms rose and fell into insignificance. De passage af time wus de only ting dat could ‘eal such damage an’ de siblings af such a being could only ‘ope dat de healing would come before de time had run dry for the world around dem.

In dis time, upon de resting ground of Fei ‘erself, formed a great many tings dat acted as a constant reminder tuh de Immortal Chrien, ever fuelling ‘er rage an’ tirst far what she needed. Even soh, during de storms dat followed, de pain an’ ‘ate dat was rained down in spite upon an island af beings, innocent af de crime for which they were punished, a wish ‘ad been granted. A call far peace so badly desired dat a plan had been hatched… but not in the eight trials that followed de request. For dis, a clever misdirection, was merely a distraction for de forces dat would oppose dem. True peace was still tuh come, granted but nat yet manifest. Dis opportunity gave dose dat were planting de seeds af reprieve de time dey needed tuh bring tuh bear de completeness af deir will… Af de wish… Of peace en its completeness. To Scalvoris, to Chrien… an’ tuh ‘er mother.

Over de time dat passed since, Chrien vented ‘er anger an’ dose working tuh free Scalvoris of ‘er rage unlocked de ancient powas needed tuh separate de land fram de fracture an’
seeded de land wid de means by which dat deir plan would be possible
. De mighty Induks were awoken tuh allow for change. De plans af dose dat would destroy de land thwarted, an’ de ways to de Fracture opened.”


It was now that Chrien arrived in all her glory as the ferret continued his telling.

”It was dus dat while de island of Scalvoris an’ Fei’s grand fractcha were separated and the whole af Scalvoris was spared, Chrien came tuh meet with an insignificant martal, a ferret, tuh ‘ear ‘is story. Intent an boasting en de face af de collected effarts af de mortals an’ Immortals alike, she struck at ‘im en anger, as de fractures coursed trough ‘er body from myriads af failed attempts tuh resurrect ‘er mother an’ ignoring de attempts tuh suppress de powers, rage an’ self-confidence fuelling her.

De truth was bore, as ‘er anger was finally spent lang enough far ‘ope tuh take ‘old. As et faded, de immortal was filled with ‘ope. Born tuh de fickle nature af Fortune an’ Storms, a loyal child was shaped intuh a Spiteful an’ destructive force af pure rage an’ senseless violence. She wus broken by de death af ‘er mother, fractures running deep through ‘er very core dat would never heal until de trial de ‘ate dat filled dem was spent. Dis had nat always been de case however… Dough most had forgotten, or perhaps never even noticed, dat Vengeance and Spite were separated by little mar dan intent, as de ancient Immortal of Storms, Luck an’, yes, Vengeance took a breath,
looked into a mirror and remembad
…”


Winston looked up at Chrien as if truly seeing her for the first time and continued the story, but now, very much telling it with her. He poured everything he has into what now a humble telling of a story that couldbe hers. That would be her, theirs, all if theirs, if it worked.

”Blinded by ‘er rage no mar, she looked at de ferret dat
saved her chosen
an’ realised dat she had seen only de injustice af life, her judgement no langer tempered by de ‘and af intent. Unjust
death
,
abandonment, betrayal
,
denial
, loss an’
desecration
had reigned king far to lang ova ‘er mind. She saw clearly far de first time since dat fated trial. Vengeance could nat be served upon de innocent… Far et was not Vengeance without cause…

Together dey stepped fram dat place...”
Winston offered his hand to Chrien, his voice was a gentle tone that said ‘shall we?’ as he continued the story to its end and a fond and hopeful smile upon his face.
“…tuh face de world anew. Vengeance an’ Spite separated once mar, tuh meet de world an’ embrace yuh Mer, followers an’ kin with love, they went?”
He paused, as the story worked its magic… The choice was still hers. He believed with every fibre of his being that the story was good and her future, along with his own and that of everyone across the whole of Scalvoris, was better for it… But it was nothing, even in his narrative, without the freedom to chose.
Action Summary
Winston:
  • Checks if the power in Vega's Story Reality item can be used by any old nutcase.
  • Goes and tells the story.
Narrative aside, here is exactly what Winston intends to achieve out of his story:
  • Chrein is Immortal of Vengeance instead of Spite.
  • Chrein’s all-dominating hateful and self-destructive personality is gone, replaced with something based more on the intellectual (perhaps still fickle) intelligence she is described to poses from her mother. I.e. she WAS damaged and thus is now is healed.
  • Scalvoris and Fea’s Fracture are now separated.
  • Chrein returns in peace with Winston.
  • Vega’s Neckless and it's power are left very much in Cassion's hands.
Bonus objectives:
  • Winston rides back on Chrien’s shoulder. :-p XD
Thanks goes to Pyrre Ej'qy for inspiring this template
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When standing at his full height, Winston towers a full 1 foot and one blueberry tall. A fact he will happily demonstrate before flicking said blue orb into the air with his nose and then eating it with a snappy grin.

His eyes are dark and sharp, ringed by dark brown fur upon the bright white fur that sets off across the rest of his face.

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Winston usually carries the following on his person:
  • Cassion's Locket hangs snugly around his neck.
  • Winston's Fairy Bell hangs from his tool-belt attached to his hip. It's 'ringer' is often bound by a small piece of cloth to prevent it giving away his position while in the wilderness.
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Re: The Pirate Finale!


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Before Winston Left
It was remarkable how quickly one could go from having faith and confidence in the heroes of Scalvoris to doubting them entirely. Even with the looming weight of the countless dead he was trying to put to rest, Balthazar listened as the tea party proceeded. His desperate prayer went unanswered and so he considered that, perhaps, the tea party was the answer he needed. For now, at least, it was something pressing that might take his mind off the bodies and the stench of death filling the rooms of Slag's Deep.

Cassion's voice pulled Balthazar's focus to the holocom playing out the events of the meeting across Scalvoris. They'd come to an agreement? Winston would go with the protection of the immortals to tell Chrien his story. Those who remained would work to separate the fracture from Scalvoris. That seemed... dangerous. In all his childhood arcs growing up in Yaralon he'd never heard of anyone moving a fracture. Sure, he'd heard about them opening and closing at random but forcibly moving one seemed... new.

It wouldn't have been as alarming if the immortals seemed more confident in the plan. Saoire's doubts were the first to be heard. Balthazar didn't wish to see any of the induk harmed but Faldrass least of all. They'd worked so hard to bring life back to the island. Faldrass had suffered enough. If it had to be done, let another induk bear the burden this time. Then Saoire said that they'd need to tap into Nir'wei and despite his discipline, Balthazar's face twisted for anyone watching his projected image. Saoire was putting a lot of trust in someone Balthazar considered more likely to cut-and-run. It didn't sound like they had a choice though. Not if they wanted to separate the island and the fracture.

Chamadarst chimed in with his effective summary of the options before them and Balthazar couldn't help but think it sounded a lot like some more people were going to die. What if they targeted somewhere that didn't have people? Obliterate the Watch or that confounding Tower in the middle of nowhere. That strange tower with the same effects as the seventh level of Slag's Deep. Yes... destroy that thing. Anger and frustration crept back into Balthazar's mind while he silently watched the decisions that those in physical attendance were making. He didn't speak because he had little he thought was worth saying.
After Winston Left
Anger and frustration boiled over into rage.

It was fortunate that Balthazar was not physically there when Cassion suggested a betrayal and Chamadarst seemed amused by the danger they were facing. What price was too high? Was it all a game to him? A business trade where mortal lives were the currency?

"Risk? Compromise? Half-measure?!" Balthazar's voice, if it was coming across the connection, was harsh. "Is that how you justify throwing away every life except your own?" He shouldn't have said that but Woe's words brought back bad memories for the marked mage. "Acting against Chrien is a risk. Anything we do here is a risk. Winston was willing to shoulder the burden to try and help us. Now you want to betray-" Balthazar's eyes shifted to Cassion for a moment before returning to Woe. He took a breath and in a somewhat more level voice he said, "My understanding was that the glass can trap her, not destroy her." He looked towards Saoire for a moment, hoping that she of all of them would know a way to end this without violence. "Am I wrong in thinking that the proposed trap will only protect Scalvoris from Chrien's wrath? If so, we would set her spite and anger loose on every other part of Idalos. People would suffer and die because you wanted to feel safe now... though I suppose that isn't new." Maybe Chrien wasn't the only spiteful person that trial.

Balthazar took another breath. What if they did destroy a part of the island while trying to move the fracture? How much damage would it do? No... that didn't matter. The risk was the same to Balthazar. Any part of the island that was destroyed could be where the one he cared for most was. Anywhere... and he didn't know... so he had to protect it all. Woe's words stuck to his mind like paper in slime.

"As for the fracture- well, I highly doubt it was an immortal who filled the tunnels under the island. Chrien might take the most exception to it, but we still have mortal enemies to contend with. Maybe they can be 'throttled, crushed, or otherwise dismantled,' but they've evaded us so far, haven't they? As long as the fracture remains, it presents a target for anyone who might think to try and exploit it." Balthazar had calmed down a little bit, "Assuming none of the conspirators will use the fracture in the future to endanger the island... would be a half-measure."

"But that might not be the worse thing. Leaving it alone prevents us from causing damage we can't control. If we could control where the damage happens, then I think it should be moved. I, for one, don't think we'd suffer too much if we lost the Watch. But again, only if we can control it and it doesn't sound like we will be able to. We risk killing a lot of people because we were trying to help them. Maybe it should stay in place. Maybe, we just have to have a little faith in Winston." Balthazar looked around the room to try and gauge what everyone else was feeling but he couldn't separate what he saw on their faces from what he felt. In the end he decided he didn't have to. All he needed to say was what he felt was true.

"It is easy to discuss this where you are... but I stand among hundreds of dead that we might have been able to save if something had been different. Every time I open my mouth I can taste this horror. My memory is impeccable and I can't recall the feeling of fresh air. I would rewrite this story if I could and... because of that... I don't think I am in any position to advise anyone here. The choice we make now will impact far more than these islands alone. I have always been quick to aim for what made me feel safest. Even now, I might be doing that but... I've experienced the wisdom of some here before. I think it made me better. I will support whatever Vega and Kura decide- barring any decision that would betray Winston. That is the one line I will not cross. He may be willing to die for us but I will not stand beside anyone who is willing to swing the sword against him."
Decisions
1) Balth will agree with whatever Kura and Vega decide. If they disagree, he wants everyone to just have faith in Winston.
2) Balth will follow the people he decided to trust. His judgement is compromised.
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Defiance: Skin always glows faintly and he is warm to the touch. His is also the center of a field of static electricity so people get shocked touching him on occasion.
Rupturing: Orange etheric cracks spider-web up his arms to his elbows. His eyes and the glowing cracks going down his cheeks glow dark blue.
Transmutation: He has a series of emerald, glowing cracks on his right pectoral.
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Bellinos: His fingernails are always black. The color fades into his fingers.
Celarion: A dim glowing ring surrounds his left forearm.
Palenon: A silver lightning shaped mark about the size of a hand stretching up towards his torso.

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  • Oops, Oops, Ouch: Balthazar Black has twenty scars across his back from a lashing as well as scars on his hands and arms from jagged rocks on Faldrass. There are two scars on the sides of his abdomen from being stabbed and a slash across his back which blends in with the whip scars.
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Before Winston Leaves


Vega gave a slight, tense grin to Kura and nodded. If the Alberach needed reassurance that Vega would make sure things were taken care of should Kura become some kind of crazed person she'd have it.

Other than that, Vega stayed largely quiet throughout the time that the discussions took place. She gave Darius a similarly slight but genuine grin when he said that it was a long story. That meant that he hadn't realised, hadn't thought about it, hadn't made the link or whatever. "Dweeb," she said softly and with obvious fondness, but left it there. He handed over the box to whoever needed them, as Vega knew he would.

The Immortals talked, Vega listened and then the mortals involved spoke also. She didn't really know much about the idea of moving the island or the fracture. However, in the moment she had her focus on Winston, on what he was doing. She offered him items galore and he expressed his concern about the Lei'nox locket. She shook her head and smiled at him. "I'll talk to Cassion about it, afterwards, " she said with a nod. "An' make sure that it's safe, a'right?" Frankly, Vega thought that this was something that might be important later but, right now, they needed to focus. Winston, especially, needed to. "An' I'll deal with it an' make sure he's happy. A'right?" Hopefully that meant that the small fuzzbutt could quit stressing about that.

"See you soon, Winstaaan," she said. Her prayers were both entirely internal and focused on him.

After Winston Leaves

And then Winston left.

And the Immortals talked more., then some of the mortals. Vega listened and then she listened some more. Finally, after Woe and Nir'wei and Balthazar had spoken, she stepped forward to speak.

"The time to mention that were before Winston left," she said to Cassion. She looked at him, not caring that he was an Immortal. "This whole thing of secret-keepin' an' manipulatin' an' stuff. It's irritatin' an' it's not right. An' it's rubbish story because you always pull somethin' like this, an' no story should be predictable." Then, she turned to Woe. "An' as for you. Do you jus' want people to hate you so you spout this rubbish? You know no one's goin' to be followin' what you say an' so you say it jus' to be all dark an' moody an' actin' like you want to be an unmitigated asshat. Either way, you've stepped over a line here an' you know it." She pointed at the shadowy ghost-like figure of Nir'wei. "What he did, or what he nearly did, it were beyond stupid, but at least he was tryin' to do his best. You? You treat people like they're jus' pawns in a game an' it's jus' downright cowardly."

But it was his last words that really irritated her. "An' as for lipservice to anyone's wellbein''? You know better, an' you're jus' sayin' that shit to pretend like you have some moral superiority or to justify your asshattery. Shove it up yer ass you ponce, yer tryin' to be offensive an' you succeeded." She shook her head and turned, motioning to the ghostly figure of Balthazar. "I'm with him. Anythin' that harms Winston or might harm him is jus' not happenin'. We save everyone we can, an' you can take your lip service half measures an' shove them. We are not betraying the one whose gone alone to face an Immortal."

She turned to look at the Immortals, and the other mortals. "An' as for the thing with the fracture, I vote no. Because I reckon that Chrien is a kid havin' a tantrum. An' when my kids have tantrums I don't give in to what caused it. I'm righ' sorry that her mother died, I am. But this needs dealin' with. An' I'm kind of done with this whole nonsense where you Immortals mess up or mess us up, or whatever, an' then leave it to us to sort out. Winston is doin' his best, but you lot need to sort it out. She's one of you, an' you can keep tellin' me that you can't or don't get involved, but you can an' you do so please jus' get on with it an' stop lettin' our people die. Then, with all due respect, quit messin' us around because honestly, it's exhaustin'." She nodded her head. "That said, I'll go with the majority on that, as long as we don't cross the line of harmin' or allowin' Winston to come to harm." She turned back to Woe. "I can't trust you. You're so busy tryin' to prove that you're somethin', you can't be trusted." He'd been quick to jump on Kura, after all. Cowardly and hypocritical.

All that said, she turned back to Saoire and Cassion. "I don't mean no disrespect, I really don't. But the bottom line here is that it's not right or fair. There's an issue an' she's your issue. We'll help you, any way we can - or I will, I can't speak for all the others, but yeah. Please. This is somethin' that you need to lead on." Because this was a damn Immortal and - as far as Vega could see - there was no way that the mortals could deal with this without major loss of life. Yet the Immortals could.

She hoped and believed.


* Note: Because of her Tier 2, everyone in Sweetsong has the impact of her Leadership and Fieldcraft no matter what. Those are:
Irritatin' an' Chipper
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Leadin' By Example
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When In Doubt Shout
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Bamboo
** Note: Because of her Tier 2, everyone she is in communication with (via scrolls included) gets the benefit of her tactics capstones.
These are:
Scavenger
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Environment
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Twice the Distance
*** Because of her Tier 2, everyone she is in a Leadership position of, gets the benefit of her Leadership capstones. Those are:
Irritatin' an' Chipper
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Leadin' By Example
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When In Doubt Shout
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Vega's skin has a reflective metallic sheen with a red glow. Her eyes still swirl biqaj colours, but one colour is always bright red which glows like fire. She has a bright red glow in her chest, situated directly under the mark of a heart (Daia mark) in the middle of a glowing silver dragon on her chest (Xiur). She's unnaturally warm to the touch
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Kura Wolfsdotter
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Before Winston Leaves


Kura frowned as it was decided that Winston would be going to try and treat with Chrien, but held her peace. When the Ferret prepared to leave, she knelt down and put a hand on his shoulder. "You're a brave man, Winston. There's few enough that would be willin' to risk what you're tryin' today. I hope you've got a better read on Chrien than I do, because you're right, she does need help. If you can help her accept that, at least, you could do a lot for all of us." she said, her tone sincere. Then she stood up and let him go without another word said. In fact, she was mostly silent during this part, just listening to what was said, taking it all down in her head.


After Winston Leaves


Kura continued to listen quietly as the Immortals spoke and when Cassion suggested the possibility of using Winston as bait to trap Chrien, without having discussed it with Winston at all, her head snapped around to face the Immortal of Stories, her eyes bright gold with rage before she remembered something and her eyes returned to their usual icy blue as she gave him a calculating look. Before he could speak, however, Woe decided to just about triple down on the idea and her gaze snapped over to him next, this time her eyes fully glowing a bright gold. Then she looked away from him, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as she got her temper back under control.

She didn't speak until after Nir'wei had agreed to be some sort of counterweight to the Misty Miasma if they tried to use, until after Balthazar and Vega had torn into Woe for his words, the latter snapping at Cassion as well. It was only after Vega spoke that Kura let out a slow breath. "I wonder, mister Morandi, whether you would be so quick to suggest such a sacrificial play were you in Winston's place?" she said, turning to face him. When she opened her eyes, they were their usual icy blue and her tone was calm. There was none of Balthazar or Vega's fire and temper. They had covered emotion well enough, but if Woe wanted to appeal to cold reason and pragmatism, she'd counter him on that front.

"That aside, the proposal to potentially sacrifice Winston in exchange for drivin' off Chrien is not sound. Such sacrificial tactics can severely damage or destroy the morale of the side that engages in them, especially if the society does not favor them, and Scalvoris doesn't. That's, of course, if it would even work, and it would not. Balthazar was correct to bring up our existin' mortal enemies, but they'd be the least of our concerns. Immortals cannot kill one another, so Chrien would survive and she would neither forgive nor forget such an action. Even if she turned her wrath against the rest of Idalos, I don't doubt she'd make it as clear as possible that it is our actions that drove the Seascourge to their shores. No doubt she'd promise them that if they destroyed Scalvoris, she'd leave them in peace." she said, shaking her head.


"This plan of action could well put us at war with much of the rest of Idalos. Moreover, if Rharne and The Eternal Empire learned we sacrificed one of our own, without his knowledge or agreement, to merely drive Chrien off, it could easily cost us our alliance with them. And I can pretty much guarantee that Chrien would tell them. Scalvoris cannot win a war with the rest of Idalos, especially if we lose our allies. And of course, there would be the matter of her Champions and other Blessed." she said, shaking her head. "No. Even if such a sacrifice were morally sound, and let's be very clear that it is not, it is not tactically, politically, or pragmatically viable." she said, her tone cold and blunt.

Then she turned to Saoire. "As for seperatin' Scalvoris from the Fracture, my support was conditional on it not posin' a significant risk to Scalvoris or its people, and it sounds very much like that whole process could quite easily go completely off-track and cause a chain reaction that would destroy the entirety of the island." she said, shaking her head. "As to the Misty Miasma proposal, while I appreciate Nir'wei's willin'ness to throw himself in the breach, that seems even more risky. We don't know at all what that would to do Scalvoris, and if there was any interaction between the Misty Miasma and the Fracture, which there would always be a chance of, we have no idea what could happen." she said, her tone losing its frosty edge, but no less calm or serious. "I agree with Balthazar, we should give Winston a chance to succeed, and help him however we can." she said, before turning to face Cassion again.

"As for you, Taleweaver, I'm glad we've spent some time workin' relatively close together. I know you, at least to an extent." she said, shaking her head. "You lectured me once for my grandstandin', but now I find myself on the other end of the exchange. You're not the type to do sacrifice plays, not without consent and most likely a way to undo it." she said, remembering his actions and behavior during the Forging all those arcs ago. "So why don't you tell us what the point of that little game was, yeah? Without any embellishments or dodges, or else Vega might decide to write the story of how the Militant of Scalvoris took Old Dust over her knee for misbehavin'." she said, her tone turning slightly amused at the end.
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1: Kura votes no to the separation of Scalvoris from the Fracture on account it sounds absurdly unsafe.
2: Kura votes no to using the Misty Miasma because it sounds even more unsafe.
3: Kura votes they try and help Winston succeed.

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