Make the beds, light the lights

[Faith Augustin]

10th Cylus 719
Following This....

It was so incredibly different than Scalvoris and, for that, she was very grateful. They had been attacked, Cyrus has gone to inform the authorities. Padraig and Faith both had expected Padraig's grandfather to come back with the information that he'd done that - maybe a knight or two. But within the break, nearly a hundred Knights and some more senior staff had arrived. Faith turned to Padraig as they realised that, and she smiled at him slightly. "Alissa will be pleased," she'd told him about the reaction of her bodyguard. Faith was pale, there was no hiding that and she didn't try to. She'd experienced a lot of deaths that night and she was shaking, edgy and nervous. Each and every thrall which had attacked their lands, she had examined, thoroughly and then used her Immortals-granted power to experience their death. Many of them, most of them, didn't help her at all, except to get her more and more riled up. However, there were some thralls which had been made by the woman who had sent them.

And they were invaluable.

Faith looked up, having sent the last of the letters. "Everyone I can think of. I've written to Kura, given her a list of people in Scalvoris. Including the Order, the University, the Elements and the Council too. Viden, Rynmere. Everywhere. Everyone. I wasn't going to, but then.. .we can't fight this alone Padraig. Or we can, but we don't need to. The Faction. Beacon. Lucas. Everywhere. Everyone. I may have gone overboard." She looked at him and the slightest of smiles lifted her lips. "I might have written to a few Immortals. But, you know. That's fine, I'm sure." Or it wasn't, but with Qit dead, Faith was not yet at the point where she could find it in her to care.

So, when he was ready, she took hold of his hand and looked up at him. "I guess the thing to do is go down, speak to them, tell them what we know and what we plan on doing?" When he agreed, she squeezed his hand in hers and together, they made their way downstairs.

Where there were a lot of people. Not all of them, Faith thought, but a lot. More than she was comfortable with. So, she adopted her teacher face and she smiled. It was a tense, terse, half-meant smile but it was the best she could do. "Thank you. From all of us," she said, gesturing around. "Thank you. I suspect it will make it easier for you if we give you the layout of the house, the grounds. Also, the people who are here and their skills. Then, who is going to be going and where."

She breathed in and looked at Padraig. "My husband will tell you about the people here, and the defences. I'm going to concentrate on who won't be here. We won't. Alissa won't. We are going after the person that did this." The young woman who said this was maybe twenty arcs old, but her silver eyes were determined. "So, before we leave, if there are any questions you have which need answering from us specifically, then we are happy to answer them. Also, Cyrus has an Echo Scroll which allows immediate communication. But for us, the most important thing is that.. this is our family. We need to know who you are, who you've brought, and that it will be enough. And," Faith smiled at whoever seemed to be in charge.

"What the standard procedure is for realising that it's not enough. What happens if there's another attack and you can't hold it back?"

[Padraig]

While he'd expected that Cyrus might bring back a small handful of knights, somehow it didn't surprise Padraig that his grandfather returned with what amounted to a legion at his back. It was very possible, or even likely that Rharne's powers that be had decided on the number, all things considered. But this was the man who had raised him, and who Padraig knew so well. He couldn't help but envision Cyrus looking over the still forming group of knights and declaring that no, it wasn't nearly enough yet. More. Either way, they had come and Padraig was grateful for it.

But as many as she'd written to, he'd suspected that all or at least most of them would come. It was an indication of how well loved she was. There were a lot of people out there who she cared about, and who cared about her in return. "All I am is part of package. You're the most important part of it," he'd teased her as she'd rattled off the names and organizations. "Of course they'll all come." And soon enough the five acres surrounding their home was littered with men and women, and their home was overflowing with all the help that they'd need. He welcomed each of them personally as arrived.

It went without saying, once they were downstairs, that Faith spoke for him as well, and he was deeply grateful that they'd come. "My grandfather and Katie, his wife," for lack of a better way of putting it, "are here to care for and protect the children best that they can," he explained. "However, their martial skills are minimal, and should all other safeguards fail, they will need support. There is a young woman here, upstairs by the name of Luna." A former slave but now a family member as much as any other. But she had no weapon skills of her own and would be sticking close to Cyrus and Katie."[/b]

"I am a physicist, an alchemist, a scholar. I have devised a number of potions, explosives and other weapons that may prove to serve us well should the need arise. And I'll be sharing some of those with the ones who might use them best." Hand tossed explosives, specially designed bolts to replace arrows, and the like. "But while my weaponry skills are sufficient, there may be others here who might have more to offer in regards to Faith's question." The last one, he meant. "Any takers?"

[Vivian Shiryu]

When word came that they were gathering knights from all four branches to defend Faith Augustin's family, Vivian had found herself recruited for the cause. She had heard of Faith and Padraig Augustin, of course, but she knew them by reputation only. However, given what the military side of the briefing had revealed, she couldn't help but feel that the force that had been called up to defend a single house was not, as she had first suspected, a complete overreaction. A necromancer that powerful could raise entire armies, and so an army might be needed to hold the enemy back should she attack again. Unfortunately, given how wars worked, it was almost certain there would be another attack.

Since she was an Inquisitor, and had some experience dealing with people, Vivian had been put in charge of the group that was getting a direct briefing from the Augustins themselves. She wasn't in charge of the overall defense, that was a senior Guardian as was proper for such a battle, but she was in charge of getting any relevant information from Faith and Padraig, as well as providing them with any information that was needed. So when Faith went looking for who was in charge, she stepped forward. She was wearing her armor, electricity arcing across the plate, and giving her an additional look of importance, even if the lightning really was just cosmetic.

At Faith's question, she smiled tightly. "We have a protocol if it looks like we can't hold the enemy back, ma'am. We hold them long enough to get the non-combatants to the city, and then we retreat if we can't hold out for reinforcements. We'll risk our lives, quite willingly, to defend your family, but not possessions, you understand." she said, before shrugging slightly. "That being said, we are aware that the both of you are wrapped up in some very important things. So I've been instructed to ask that you, Doctor Augustin, send anything related to the Order of Adunih to the Order headquarters for safekeeping. If there are other items of particular import, please make sure they're easily identifiable and we'll try to save them too." she said, her tone firm, focused and professional.

Then she smiled slightly. "And I'm forgetting my manners. My name is Vivian Shiryu, an Informant in the Inquisitor Branch of the Lightning Knights. I'm in charge of making sure everyone's got all the information they need." she said, before her expression turned serious. "Our plan is to erect a temporary pallisade, a wall we can defend easily, around your house. Fighting shouldn't come close to the house unless we run into more trouble than we can handle." she said, her tone serious. Then she looked at Padraig. "This is, however, a plan made in absentia of any knowledge for defenses already in place and any aid you might be able to provide. Now, you mentioned weapons to aid in defense, but we can't know who would be best to use them without more information, so I'm afraid I have to ask for elaboration." she said, smiling slightly again.

[Faith Augustin]

10th Cylus 719
Following This....

Katie, a woman easily twenty arcs younger than Cyrus, her husband as named by Padraig, smiled and cleared her throat, delicately. "Well, beautiful boy," her pet name for Padraig worked no matter who was in the room, it seemed. "That isn't entirely true. I'm not quite as good with a sword as Faith, but I'm close. Before I met my Cy, I worked as a mercenary. I also use a dagger. If it comes to a fight, I'll be defending my family and I'd be mightily obliged if none of you good people wasted your time defending me." Faith raised an eyebrow as the woman she and Padraig had dubbed the 'glitter monster' revealed something which was more than a little surprising. Cyrus knew, of course, and that was obvious, but he was evidently the only one who did. Katie met Faith's gaze and gave a slight smile to both of them. "It seemed like a good thing to have up our sleeve." She said and then, sat back down.

Padraig spoke of what he was going to be able to provide and then, one of the Knights spoke. Faith listened to all of it from the woman - Vivian - and she nodded. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Inquisitor Shiryu. Please, call me Faith." She pursed her lips for just a brief trill and then she spoke. "I know that I speak for both of us, when I say that there is no item in this house which is more important than a mortal life. Please, if it comes to it, ignore the items. They are all replaceable, or not, but there is nothing we leave behind which you should hesitate over. Nothing." Those things which were important, they would take with them, no doubt.

The protocol was to retreat to the city? Faith frowned. "And if you are surrounded?" If there was no escape route, she meant. Faith was worried, there was no doubting it for those who knew her, but she was very good at being calm in a crisis. She approved of the pallisade, but it was important that these people understood. "The attack was by thralls raised by necromancy," she explained. "We're dealing with a mage here - and some of the necromantic thralls, specifically stone hearts, they can cast magic of their own."

In terms of what they could provide, though, that was important. "Padraig is the one who can help you in terms of alchemy. However, I think it is important that you also take into account the animals. Both in terms of yourselves, and in terms of defence. Cosmo will defend the children. But he'll also get himself killed. I can ask Tina, my friend, to look after him." Cosmo was an enormous, slightly glowing dog. He was roughly the size of a small pony. "Quattro, our cat. You'll know her when you see her - she has four tails and is electrified. She'll give a nasty shock to anyone she doesn't know. If you see a four tailed cat looking at you with large eyes and an adoring expression, be warned." Faith smiled, just a little, at that. Quattro was very good at lining up her next victim. "However, perhaps most importantly - the children each have a wolf-pup. These are Velduris pups, granted by Karem. They will protect their charge, and can appear and disappear at will." There was no suggestion that this was odd from Faith. She knew it was, but now was not the time.

Pausing, then, she looked to Padraig. "So, if you let them know about the defences we have. The weapons you can give. Then, if there are any other questions?"

There was a lot to do and, of course, not a whole lot of time to do it.

[Padraig]

Katie? A mercenary? While Padraig's brow crept up at the revelation, he couldn't exactly say he was shocked. His grandfather was one who was full of surprises. Many more than he'd ever realized before the older man had come to live with them. This was just one more, albeit a very useful one. Padraig would ponder that later. He was still trying to adjust to the idea that Cyrus had taken up with a woman young enough to have been Pad's sister. He did wish she'd drop the pet name she had for him, but from what he could tell, it was asking too much.

"Pleased to meet you, Inquisitor Shiryu," he said when Vivian introduced herself. "We're grateful you've come." Indeed they were. When considering all that they were facing, an army and more was exactly what they'd need. "There are no material things in the house that I can't do without," he said, when she asked what might be saved besides the living souls in the home. What he'd need for what they were facing, he already had on him along with his weapons. So while Faith spoke about the animals in the home, and what they might do, Padraig pulled out a leather case full of interesting things, and opened it up.

"I've got a few things here which might be of help," he explained, first picking up a bolt of the sort that would notch onto a bow for firing. It had a thin blue band painted around the shaft. "For anyone with sufficient archery skills, I have these. There's a half dozen here." So depending on who was to do the firing, they might have all or a portion to share. "The tip has a cork cap that must be removed before firing. It prevents its possessor from accidentally nicking themselves before then."

On impact with its target, Padraig explained, a thin glass seal on the tip would burst, and the poison contained in the bolt would release and find it's way into the bloodstream. "I works very quickly," he warned Vivian. "Your target will become paralyzed in body, but not in mind. They will be able to think clearly, but their speech may be slurred. after just a bit or two, their organs will begin to shut down and they will die." At this, he produced a small vial, of which there were twelve. "This is the antidote if it's needed. It's fast acting and will reverse the effects, but only if it's administered during the first phase. Drink it down in case you nick yourself or a friend." Or, he added, use the promise of it as leverage to gain information from an affected target.

"These," he said, indicating six more bolts, but these with a red band round the shaft. "are fired in the same way. But rather than poison, the elixir they contain are targeted towards the mind. They will, or should, break a necromancer's control over their undead." Lastly, Padraig picked up one of a dozen small clay pots. The size of which would fit easily in the palm of the hand. "For anyone with a decent throwing arm. Hand tossed explosives, filled with black powder, sulfur, something to get it burning and plenty of shrapnel." Shards of metal and glass, small stones, rock salt and so on.

Holding the thing up to explain, it was a very simple, but deadly design. "Pull the cork stopper and a small bit of cloth pulls out with it. Light it, throw it at your target. Make sure there's plenty of room between you and the target, and your allies and the target. Obviously for this, there is no antidote," he said, smiling without a great deal of humor and handing the case over to Vivian.

[Vivian Shiryu]

Vivian smiled slightly when Faith told her to call her by name, then nodded when the doctor, backed up by her husband, said that were no items of physical important that were worth risking lives to save. She approved of their sensibilities, she knew lots of people who would have prioritized saving goods over the lives of soldiers. In a way, she understood the logic. After all, the role of a soldier was, ultimately, to die in battle so that some civilian didn't have to be put at risk. Living long enough to retire wasn't the goal, it was the reward for subverting a soldiers fate. Still though, the attitude that goods were worth risking lives for was a deplorable one.

When Faith asked about what would happen if they were surrounded, Vivian smiled slightly. "We have a plan, but what I learn here may necessitate some adjustments. I'll explain after Professer Augustin explains the equipment he has for us." she said, before nodding as Faith explained the animals of the house. The wolf puppies were a new one, but there was Nir'wei and his wolves, so she supposed it could happen. "My own cat has some electricity of his own. I'll keep an eye out for her." she said, a note of fondness entering her otherwise professional tone. Vivian loved animals, and didn't mind weird or even dangerous animals. After all, she liked to give belly rubs to Raio, her Zephyrus, and he was big enough to ride at this point.

When Padraig began explaining the weapons he had for them, Vivian took off her gauntlets, so that she wouldn't risk the added weight of the armor messing with them, the bolts in particular. She followed Padraig's explanation and demonstration, even popping off the cork on one of the bolts and replacing it so she could get a feeling for herself how easy they were to remove and replace. "Does the poison run all through the bolt, or is just in the tip? Bolts can break in the quiver in a fight, is why I'm asking." she said, her calm.

Honestly, she had bigger hopes for the second set of bolts than the first, but she knew the first may still come in handy. She was a decent archer herself, but these would all probably wind up in the hands of dedicated archers, rather than a front-line fighter and detective like her. The grenades were handled with equal care, but far more interest. These had some interesting tactical possibilities to her mind, and when she was given the case, she made sure to handle it with care, though for now all that entailed was gently setting it down.

"Excellent, Professor. These should be quite useful if Ellasin attacks." she said, before pausing and shrugging. "Also, I should tell you that any of these weapons that are not used will either be returned to you or destroyed." she said, before giving a somewhat cold smile. "While I understand, and appreciate, your intent in making these weapons and giving them to us, part of the reason they wanted an Inquistor to be the ones to meet with the two of you is because our job is protect Rharne from interior threats, including the possibility of things getting into hands we'd rather it not be in." she said, before letting out a sigh. "Part of my assignment is making sure that none of the weapons you make for us wind up in the hands of weaponsmiths, arms dealers, fences, soldiers with bad finances, anyone who may stand to make a profit by selling highly destructive weaponry. We're not even letting the knights own weaponsmiths see these, since foreign espionage is a thing." she said, grimacing slightly at that last part. "War is...bad enough as it is. I guess, in a nutshell, part of my job is making sure it doesn't get worse."

Then she shook herself slightly and turned to Faith. "Now then, you asked about other contingencies, in case we get surrounded. The good news on that is that we aren't limited to land routes. The pallisade I mentioned will extend down into the lake itself, with a sort of temporary docks being constructed. If we're cut off from the land routes back to Rharne, we'll evacuate across the lake, to the island if we have too." she said, smiling slightly. "I've met Lovalus, and the lake itself may be willing to shield your family." she said, before her expression turned serious again. "If we're cut off from both land and sea, we'll use flying mounts to evacuate your family. If we're cut off from all three, we have some rupturers in the ranks." she said, before smiling slightly. "Don't worry, we'll make sure your family doesn't come to harm." she said, her tone dropping out of it's professional tone for a moment and into a softer, more natural tone.

Then her professionalism reasserted itself and she looked at Padraig again. "Speaking of defenses, we've looked into what may happen if Ellasin tries to attack us by sea. We have some mer knights already waiting in the lake in case she tries to send undead that way. They also have axes they may be able to use to chop through the bottoms of ships if she tries that." she said, before pausing. "Actually, those explosives, would they still work if they were carried by mer? If they do, then they mer could chop a small hole in an enemy vessel, then throw the explosive through there if need be, and I imagine one of those could do some heavy damage to a ship." she said, her tone curious.

"Also, outside of weapons, I am supposed to ask about any means of enhancing stealth or signalling that you may be able and willing to provide. For the former, one of the tactics that has been examined is setting up teams that are well away from the main group, outside the pallisade. They would act as scouts and, if possible, eliminate enemy necromancers from behind. However, we're worried about concealing our scouts, so if you have anything that might help, we would appreciate it. As for signalling, our "go to shite" plan is to bunker down and signal for reinforcements from Rharne, if we truly get cut off. Anything that could speed up that process would be much appreciated, if such a plan becomes necessary." she said, before she smiled slightly. "This would be under the same conditions as the bolts and the explosives, of course."

[Faith Augustin]

10th Cylus 719
Following This....

In trials and seasons to come, Faith would look back on this moment and realise just how naive they were. But equally, they were not yet in full receipt of the facts. Even if they had been, of course, they'd have done this, because this place, these people - they had to be protected. So, while Padraig spoke about the poisons ~ something Faith wasn't entirely sure she approved of until she thought about Qit'ria or the thought of someone hurting her children... then she approved wholeheartedly. He talked through both sets of bolts and the hand-tossed explosives. Vivian, the Lightning Knight who they had, after all, just met, said that the things would be returned, or destroyed. That was fine, they could carry on and Faith wasn't concerned.

But then.

Was this woman suggesting that her husband would be involved in any shady dealing? Anything which might involve him being careless? Her Padraig was never careless and for a brief trill, just a very brief one, Faith's eyes flashed a deeper red. But Vivian was just doing her job. So, she kept it factual. "You can destroy every item in this house. Frankly, you can burn it to the ground if it gives you the illusion of it making a difference," It was rare, very rare, that Faith was quite so blunt. But the very last thing she needed or wanted right now was someone who'd probably had less military experience than her preaching to her and her husband about the foreign threat which might pose an issue if they all lived that long. The recent events, the death of Qit'ria, it threatened to overwhelm the usually disciplined young woman and Faith felt a surge of emotion which was very, very rare for her. Crimson eyes regarded Vivian and nodded. "I understand that you are doing your job, that this is your job. It's mine too. Non-salaried. Just to be clear, because I think it's important. Because I am Famula's Champion, I was kidnapped twice, held captive and he came to rescue me. I didn't need rescuing, I'd freed myself," she glanced at Padraig with a grin. A genuine, if brief one. "Then there was the third kidnapping attempt, failed, which ended up with me giving birth in the middle of the street after he had rescued me ~ that time ~ from the people who were seeking to turn my unborn children into thralls and watch them eat their way out." None of it was anything other than true, it was all clearly there, on record. "After which, I was murdered. In cold blood. I remember that the last thought I have when I die was that my children won't know me and my husband won't know how sorry I am." She'd never told him that, but she didn't care by this point. "And that was well over an arc ago, and things don't get less interesting. So, take whatever defensive measures help you sleep at night with regards the things. The people are our concern. "

They were, without doubt. The people were her first, middle, and last concern. "We have Echo Scrolls, although frankly if the Knights are so concerned about espionage, you should be investing in some. Also, cloaks of hiding. Again, especially if you're concerned about espionage, might want to invest. As for the conditions of giving them? Keep them. Burn them. Whatever." Turning from Vivian, Faith looked at Padraig and she was visibly shaking. It was the emotion of the whole thing, she knew, but this woman who was supposed to be protecting their family, meant to be just focused on that was asking them for equipment and telling them the organisation might keep it in case someone in bloody Sirothelle got ahold of it. As a surgeon, that was like asking the patient what sort of incision they wanted, if they fancied helping with the slicing and what they thought their risk of infection was.

Because right now, Faith was scared witless.

"I'm going to go and bake something. Or sew something. Or... something." Silver eyes flecked with red looked to her husband. "I can't have this conversation," her voice shook and then broke as a single tear fell from her eye. "My babies sleep here. Give her all the bolts. All the cloaks and all the Immortals-damned everything. Let them have it, and let them not worry about conditions or wars in an arc while people I love are dying now, being threatened now. They took Rose, they took Qit and we're worried about conditions?! I don't care. I don't care. I just need to know that our family is safe. I can't do this. I'm sorry. " With which, she turned and walked out.

She closed the door behind her so quietly that it was almost more effective than the furious slam she wanted to enact.

[Padraig]

"It does not," Padraig explained when Vivian asked about the poisons and the shafts. "The poisons, and the plugs that contain them, are confined to the upper quarter of the shaft, well beyond the usual snapping point, was a shaft to break." He'd considered that very thing, after all, when he'd first created them several arcs ago. "You'll see that I've painted the colored bands in a similar position. The shafts below that point are part hollow, part solid. This was done to insure that the balance is correct and the shaft will remain on course, just the same as any other shaft would." In the right hands, of course. Any arrow fired poorly had the potential to fly wildly. These were no different.

However when Vivian spoke on, Padraig's smile tightened just a bit and his expression turned thoughtful. In truth, it might seem somewhat amused in nature. Inwardly though, there was a sense of surprise and even a bit of offense. He said nothing at first however, allowing the inquisitor her say, until she was done. And then in large part, Faith beat him to it, and he waited again. It was only after Faith had her say, and plenty of it, that Padraig took a deep breath, sighed, and responded in his usual calm and soft-spoken way.

Gazing towards the door that Faith had left through, Padraig smiled just a little and turned his gaze on Vivian. "Madame Inquisitor, with all due respect, if I was of a mind to sell those weapons for profit, or if I was careless enough with my work to allow them into the wrong hands, the market would have been flooded with them by now. Perhaps your own men would have been equipped with them," he pointed out. "I don't, and have never had any desire to dabble in weaponry or market it. I'd much rather be spending my time gazing at the stars or exploring off at the edge of the world. However, they exist, because my wife and I have learned the hard way that we cannot rely on any city's forces to protect us or our family. We have learned this from experience, and have paid the price for it. So if protecting my family means that I must create things I abhor and wish never existed, then that is what I will do."

"It's not a master alchemist, chemist or physicist that you should be most concerned about," he pointed out then. He spoke quietly so that only Vivian could hear him. "At least not one that has any interest in lining his own pockets with nels or power, or is so inclined to clumsiness that he'd trip over his own feet and blow up the town square. With all due respect, it's the one hiding off in a back alley in an unmarked shop, deep in the shadows that should concern you. One without the wherewithal to understand the cost of his actions, or the destructive power that he holds at his fingertips but doesn't truly understand. This?" he said, picking up one of the first of the bolts as an example, "was created during a time when I was just a first arc physics student, with just a basic understanding of alchemy and chemistry. Any other could as easily do the same."

Naturally the bolts had been refined since then, and even improved along with his understanding of alchemy. But the concept was exactly the same.

As for the explosives, he nodded, "In order to work in a wet environment, underwater, they would, but only with a quick redesign. Both of the container, and the manner by which it ignites. Half a trial or so, I could certainly whip something up," Padraig said, smiling again as he put down the small clay pot that he'd picked up, and cradled in his hand. And again, Padraig spoke quietly, for her ears alone, since the way she talked made him wonder if she was able to trust her own men with what he might tell her. That in itself worried him deeply.

"I have to admit though, that it does surprise me to think that no one until now, even those who minds are geared to warfare, have ever considered that it would be useful to have something to throw, to blow other things up with. It doesn't take a master alchemist or even much of a chemist or physicist to dream up one of these pots. An industrious young boy left alone in the back of his father's gardening shed for enough time, could inadvertently do the same." Padraig was more than a little offended by the implication that he'd be mercenary or habitually clumsy, truth told. Amused somewhat, but mostly alarmed by the apparent lack of ingenuity or even imagination, among Idalos's militant forces.

"If you'll excuse me," he said then, finally raising h is voice above a mere whisper, "I should see to my wife." Then leaving his offerings to Vivian to do what she would with, he followed Faith through the door. It was only when he found her that he allowed himself to express his frustration. "To hear that, you'd think that all of Idalos's soldiers are armed with torches and pitchforks, rocks and sticks." Which, come to think of it, was exactly why he'd created those weapons in the first place. As for what the inquisitor did with the weapons, use or destroy them, it was up to her completely. All that he'd given her after all, he'd created over the course of several afternoons.

[Yrmellyn Cole]

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Padraig, Vivian and Faith, Overview

This thread was cinematic. It was like watching a movie. The allied forces are gathering to prepare for a war and each of you provide you’re the special flavor of your characters. Padraig, a sensible logical thinker. Vivian, a stalwart queen of combat, soldier through and through. And Faith, courageous, tenacious, enduring and still so very human. Facing enormous danger, she does wat people often to in a crisis, holds on the basic everyday life to ground herself and not flip out. "I'm going to go and bake something. Or sew something. Or... something." Great writing all of you. Please find your rewards below!

Padraig

Overview

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Points

15

Loot

Loss of equipment.

Wealth

Renown

+5 for taking part in a discussion with allies

Injuries

Knowledge

Leadership: State your gratitude, it's important.
Leadership: Be clear about what you can offer - and what you can't
Negotiation:Trying to state clearly what your priorities are
Physics: Safety with weapons is largely about understanding physics
Tactics: Be cautious

Vivian

Overview

See above

Points

15

Loot

Wealth

Renown

+5 for taking part in a discussion with allies

Injuries

Knowledge

Negotiation: Set boundaries, state them
Negotiation: Working with emotional people can be tricky
Politics: Working within your role.
Politics: Ensure that you maintain communication
Tactics: State the limits of your role, be clear.
Tactics: Make sure that people understand exactly what will happen - long and short term
Tactics: Keep your eye on the big picture.

Faith

Overview

See above

Points

15

Loot

Wealth

Renown

+5 for taking part in a discussion with allies

Injuries

Knowledge

Discipline: Sometimes, emotions are simply overwhelming.
Leadership: Ensure that you are clear about everyone's role
Leadership: Make sure everyone knows who each other are.
Tactics: Assign roles.
Tactics: Delegation is vital in a large mission.
Tactics: Details are vital.
Tactics: People, not things. Every time.

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