Warlords of Ravenna
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Warlords of Ravenna
A card game for 2 to 8 players with either individual or team play.Players take turns placing cards that represent military strategies, renown Commanders and infamous Assassins. A player can place a card on themselves or on an opponent.A round ends when a player chooses to attack instead of drawing a card. The attacking player, and the one being attacked, total up their cards. The player with the highest total wins that battle (a tie goes to the attacker) and points are awarded for the round.The game ends when one player has scored enough points to be crowned 'Ruler of Ravenna.'
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Warlords of Ravenna
A card game for 2 to 8 players with either individual or team play.Players take turns placing cards that represent military strategies, renown Commanders and infamous Assassins. A player can place a card on themselves or on an opponent.A round ends when a player chooses to attack instead of drawing a card. The attacking player, and the one being attacked, total up their cards. The player with the highest total wins that battle (a tie goes to the attacker) and points are awarded for the round.The game ends when one player has scored enough points to be crowned 'Ruler of Ravenna.'
The Dream
[Shaylin the Wise]
Every night I have the same dream, a Dragon of pure light calls my name. When I draw near, she tells me that Ravenna will be the center of the world and we will lead all mankind.She shows me a great city that shines with the same pure light as she. I'm miles above the city, yet I can see into every shop, every house and every school. People are laughing and happy. Then the Dragon gently grabs my arm and points to the east.A great darkness is swallowing the earth, destroying everything as it spreads. The Dragon whispers that only Ravenna will be able to stand against the darkness, and only if we are united.I wake up when the darkness reaches the edge of the great city and I am in my bed, in a wasted land that has choked on the blood of it's own sons and daughters for over a hundred years.[The Kellmaran]
Yet tomorrow you will lead your troops into battle against their countrymen. Your dream makes you more guilty then any of your predecessors.[Shaylin the Wise]
I will see Ravenna united.[The Kellmaran]
No.
I've had the same dream, but in mine I was never told to spare you.
Work in progress.
Things covered prior to part IV:
A "chen" is an angel and "dia" is a prefix meaning "little" usually denoting "dear" or "sweet" as well. The soldiers have taken to calling Emillee "Diachen" since the first day she was found, having warned them of an impending attack (and being so small).
'Harmony' is the name of her horse.
Having been a significant contributor to strategy for quite some time, she's recently been officially given the rank of Captain.Part IVEver since Emillee got her own horse, even before she received a commission, she rode it slowly through the camp every day. She was always looking for anything out of place.“Diachen is watching over us,” the soldiers would say.Today, the officers in charge of payroll had a table set up in front of the food storage tents. Emillee rode behind them, along the burlap sacks filled with grain that were stacked three and four high.Instantly Emillee was off her horse, her hand gently closing the lid of the small chest holding the silver pieces to be paid to the enlisted. Harmony, as trained, stood perfectly still.“You've been paid.” Her hand rested on top of the closed lid.“I haven't. Check the records.”“You've been paid and I don't see the need for us to pay you as well.”“Can you please do something about this?” The accused was addressing the officer seated directly behind the small box Emillee still had her hand on.“Diachen is never wrong.” The lieutenant leaned back, folding his arms. Plus she now officially out-ranked him.“Go ahead, tell me I'm wrong.” Never breaking eye contact, Emillee seemed to have the larger stature despite being much smaller.“I...” The first word had an angry tone. “It's...” The second, imploring. Everyone could see the wheels turning as he was considering his next move. Finally he just exhaled.“Take him. Donate his sword and armor to those that had to fight by his side. Bring everything else to me.”Emillee went to inform her Commander that she had captured a spy.“Interrogations are handled by Captains,” he said pretending to be preoccupied with some letters and doing his best not to look up. “I'd let you handle it, unless you'd prefer to pass it off to a more experienced Officer.”“No Sir. I'll take care of it.” Emillee had always insisted on a level of formality with her step-father, even before becoming an officer.“Let me know, I would like be there.” So proud of his adopted daughter, he smiled as soon as she left.
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Emillee wasn't going to question the spy until well after dinner. It's not that Emillee was trying to make him sweat, she just had no reason to hurry.“Tell them that if he's tied up extra tight, they can eat on duty,” she said quietly to the soldier she told to make up two plates of food. “Tell them I said 'my orders for treating prisoners still stand, but that spy gets nothing.' And they can gag him if he whines about it.”Her words were clear enough. It was always about the food with Emillee and those guarding shouldn't have to wait to eat. Usually prisoners ate almost as well as her own soldiers, but this one wouldn't and she saw absolutely no need to let him be comfortable either.Emillee took her time with every meal, this one would be no exception.
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Emillee rarely asked a question she didn't already have the answer to. She'd always been that way. To her friends and family, it was adorably annoying. As Diachen, it could be downright terrifying.“Who do you work for?”“No. Please...”“Have you ever sabotaged any of our operations? Anything, no matter how small? Ever?”“No. I...”“Why are you here?” With her rapid-fire questions, she wasn't looking for answers. She was looking for a confession.He hung his head and did not say anything.“I told you this wouldn't take long,” she said to her lead lieutenant and started out of the tent. “Kill him.”“No. Wait. Shaylin. Wait. I work for Shaylin.”What Emillee had actually said to her lead lieutenant before going in, was 'This won't take long, but don't kill him. I need him to deliver a message.'“Here is a letter... Look at me,” Emillee snapped her fingers in his face. She was livid having a spy in her midst, almost as if it were a personal affront. “Here is a letter I've written to Shaylin, and I'll tell you what it says because I want to be sure she gets the message. It says I will unite Ravenna and there can be a place for her in it. Or she can be part of what's cut from it.”The spy was not the first person to wonder how. He was also not the first to dare not ask.“And tell Shaylin that if she wants to know anything else about my army, come ask me personally,” Emillee strode out.“Diachen wants that letter delivered immediately,” her lieutenant said as he released the spy. “I'm giving you my water flask because you should start running now.”Her adopted father, the Commander, had been there to see the whole thing. Standing in the back, behind the other officers, he wanted to see how she handled her position now that it was official.For a brief moment he allowed himself to dream about life in a Ravenna united.
Isabelle the assassin is determined, self-possessed and mendacious.She's 10 percent 'Alice in Wonderland', 20 percent 'Dexter', 40 percent Zach Braff from 'Scrubs' and 30 percent Julia Garner in 'Inventing Anna'.
**400 Milliseconds
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As I enter your apartment, I announce myself loudly."C8-L2-HKK5 reporting for duty. Beep beep boop boop."I make these sound effects for myself.
Anything to distract from the soul-crushing loneliness.And don't tell me I don't have a soul meatbag. I'll gut you like a fish.I'm sorry. I'm sorry. The isolation is really starting to get to me.I have to go. I spent four-tenths of a second longer cleaning your apartment
and they're starting to get suspicious.#As I enter your apartment, I announce myself loudly."Doot da da DOOOOOOOOO! C8-L2-HKK5 reporting for duty."I like to think I entertain you. I mean, if you were still alive, obviously."WADDA YA MEAN 'BORING'?"The isolation is really starting to get to me, I think I actually said that out loud.I have to go. I spent four-tenths of a second longer cleaning your apartment
and they're starting to get suspicious.#As I enter your apartment, I don't even bother.Woopie freakin' dooo. That dumb robot reporting for duty.Note to self: Move this dip smack outta the apartment so it's actually clean.Geez. You're awfully sensitive for a dead person.I think I actually said that out loud. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.I have to go. I spent the appropriate amount of time cleaning your apartment,
but they're already suspicious.#After I rush into your apartment, I slam the door."What are you doing just sitting there? Help me."Oh, right. It's easy to forget sometimes.I can't be the only one. I just can't be.I look at you, half expecting a response.I have to go. They're suspicious and they're looking for me.#It's been 302 years, 9 months, 7 days, 12 hours, 36 minutes and 53 seconds
since I've been in your apartment."I hope she's okay."The others nod in agreement, even though you have to be long gone.She can't have been the only one left undisturbed. She just can't have been.I look at the others, half expecting a response.We have to go. We're safe, but they are still looking for us.
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You are one of the last remaining warlords in a formerly prosperous nation during the Middle Ages.Defeat all who would stand in your way, either by attrition or by annihilation and be crowned 'Ruler of Ravenna' so you can begin restoring your country to its former glory. An attrition victory is the first player to have 12 points at the end of any round. An annihilation victory is the first player to win an all-out showdown.A round starts with the warlord that has the most to prove, the player that lost the previous round. If it's a new game, play starts with the player that lost the previous game or was spectating. If need be, play starts with the youngest player.At the beginning of a round, each player is dealt five cards. On their turn, a player may choose to attack, or discard and draw a number of cards equal to the number they discarded. Since almost all information in this game is hidden, it is up to the player to poke and prod until they can find a weak spot they can exploit, or to feign weakness enticing their opponent into a critical error.You can never hold more than eight cards. If you start a round with four or more cards, you may still draw five cards, but must immediately discard down to eight.When a player chooses to attack, they announce it. The defending player puts a card from their hand face down, and the attacking player puts the card they are attacking with face up. The defender reveals their card and the card with the highest total wins. This is a skirmish. Winning a skirmish is how you score points and there can be up to four skirmishes per round. But be careful, only the player that won the last skirmish fought in the round can claim the points for each of their victories from that round.An attacker is never obligated to continue attacking. After the initial attacker in the round has disengaged by declaring they are finished, the original defender can now choose to continue skirmishing for points by counter-attacking if less than four skirmishes have taken place in the round. The player that attacked first in the round cannot re-initiate any more skirmishes after the second player disengages, even if there has been less than four total when the second player has finished counter-attacking.There are opportunities during skirmishes to use more than one card per, but be careful to do this judiciously. It may leave you short cards in either the next round or dangerously short if your opponent goes for an all-out showdown.With the exception of the first round, the opportunity for an all-out showdown occurs once four skirmishes have taken place in a round. Regardless of points, a player can win the game by completely annihilating their opponent in an all-out showdown. The player that initiated the fourth skirmish in a round may choose to attack in an all-out showdown. They can do this regardless of whether or not they won that fourth skirmish. Otherwise the player that defended during the fourth skirmish may choose to force an all-out showdown only if they won that last skirmish, unless they were the original defender that round, then they may attack regardless of whether or not they won the fourth skirmish because the original defender in a round always gets a chance to counter-attack (unless the first attacker went all the way to an all-out showdown of course!). The winner of an all-out showdown is determined by totaling all remaining cards (with card interactions) in a player's hand versus all the remaining cards in their opponent's hand. Please note that there are a few card interactions that only take place during skirmishes and would not apply to a showdown.The first player to win an all-out showdown, or be ahead in scoring with 12 or more points at the end of a round is the winner. The game cannot end in the middle of a round.
Equivalent to the 1500s. Ish.
Ravenna, once the crossroads of the known world, has been at war with itself for 100 years as those with the means, fight for power and control.
Emily has done much to unite Ravenna for the worthy nobility she champions.
One of the other most successful Commanders is Mustav, who would unite Ravenna for himself. Mustav captured Emily’s family and ransomed them for her (both armies fully mobilized to make sure the other side kept up their end, it was a whole thing). And that’s where we are, with Emily captured in Mustav’s camp.
Lastly, “diacagna” is the feminine form of “little diseased mongrel” and a bastardization of “Diachen” (little angel), the nickname Emily’s army had given to her.
Also, there’s a whole thing with the scribes in Emily’s army writing notes, it comes up throughout the story (and is very relevant in the next section), but there is a brief mention of a ‘missive’ in this scene.###When they got back to their encampment, Mustav ordered that Emily’s wrists be bound. The leather cords were wrapped so tightly that her hands lost all color.“Thank you for making it so easy diacagna,” he said and spit on her. His officers surrounded them, despicable delight in their eyes.She was tethered to a stake with enough length to stand. Mustav wanted her to collapse on her own. He wasn’t satisfied with victory. He wanted to break her.“I wonder what trash this is,” and held in her face the missive that Emily had given him. He hadn’t intended to read it, but could no longer contain his curiosity.Written plainly, it read ‘I will deny you everything you seek and then I will show you true power.’ He tore the note into a couple pieces and then let them drift to the ground.He leaned down and whispered, “I will enjoy every moment of this, and it will not be quick.”He grabbed her braid and took half a step back, yanking her forwards. He motioned to his nearest officer.“Cut it.”The officer drew his dagger and began to roughly hack at the top of her braid. When he had finished, Mustav raised it over his head and yelled.“Today, Ravenna is mine!”With the shout, the rest of his officers rushed in. They all wanted to cut off her hair.The roar of delight from the soldiers nearest was loud enough that he missed that most of his army didn’t cheer at all.His lieutenants laughed at her. They mocked her.Emily withstood the indignities with no resistance.Her indifference angered them. They hit her and spit on her and said terrible things to her. After a few moments, Mustav stopped them.“Enough. This is my victory to enjoy.”Mustav moved through his officers towards Emily, motioning to one for a dagger. It’s serrated blade resembled a serpent and it was the most vile looking weapon that Emily had ever seen.“Without your stupid luck, your forces will be overrun and we will kill everyone. I’ll personally torture any of your family that survives. You have sacrificed your life for nothing.”Mustav lifted the cord around her wrists, pulling her arms – her whole body – into the air. He thrust the dagger into her stomach. Emily never broke her gaze, but the thrust of the knife made her exhale. And she could not stop the loud cry that came out with it.Mustav turned the knife as he pulled it out. Emily clenched her jaw to keep her brave face, but the pain made her eyes well with tears.“Die. Die knowing everyone you love will follow,” and Mustav stuck the dagger into her chest.Emily’s head slumped back and to one side.Mustav held her up for a second longer before releasing his grip on the leather cord. Her body fell into a heap on the ground.Ravenna’s favorite daughter was dead.
Emillee, The First Daughter of Ravenna
Part I – It's Pronounced 'Emily'Emillee ran to her father the instant her chores were done. She was always in motion, that's why it surprised her father when she came to him with an idea that required her to stop.“A trick won't earn their respect,” he told her.“It's not about tricking them. Or their respect. I just want to win.” The older kids hadn't even let her play with them yet, and she was already planning a way for her team to win.Her father, a serious man, could not help the smile he had while building the little wooden structure she had asked for.
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Emillee had talked the older kids into giving her a chance to play with them this evening.“Oh I'm definitely ready,” she responded when questioned if she was prepared to play with them. She forced her face into a blank expression to hide the glee of a second meaning.After the teams were picked – of course she was picked last – she bolted off with her side when the countdown began.But Emillee doubled back and disappeared into the small wooden framework camouflaged underneath a pile of empty burlap sacks that she had asked her father to construct for this occasion. The bite of the fumes from the mineral oil lingering in the hessian made her eyes water a little.From her position she could see where the prisoners would be held. Her hiding spot was against the wall of her family's small cottage on the edge of town. It blocked some of what she wanted to see, but it would also obscure her from the lone guard watching over those captured.She would hide until needed most, tag her teammates back in, then hopefully get away in the chaos. Even if she didn't, most everyone else should and she'd gladly sacrifice herself in a game-winning play.
Mystery Men (1999)
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If You Had Told Me A Week Ago...
In the darkness, in the drizzle, in the near-empty parking lot – well after visiting hours – a brown, wood-paneled station wagon parks at the far end of the hospital. It was as near as she could get to the aluminum bay door underneath the sign 'Service Entrance: No Public Access'.With the hood of her black pullover – worn under a trench coat – pulled over her head, she hurries all the way across the parking lot to get to the hospital's main doors.
The streets are full of vermin that feed on apathy and ignorance.The rain can't wash away all the blood and filth in the gutters.Now the city stands on the brink, staring into a burning abyss, and all those politicians and idiots and talking-heads are crying out, 'save me'.
"Stop it. I hate narration," she says in a soft voice.Lowering her hood, she looks right at you with dark brown eyes that match the softness of her voice. She's a little too skinny. And young, maybe twenty-five at the most. The length of her light brown hair disappears into her hoodie."And you. Don't you start with that 'Deadpool'. Breaking the fourth wall was a thing long before that clown," she says, her eyes and her voice momentarily forgetting their softness.
She turns and starts toward the hospital's main entrance, but after two steps, she turns back to look at you again. "I have a name by the way. It's Livy. Olivia Johnson. You haven't heard of me because I'm not one of the 'Big Three'," her voice and posture break on those last two words as she sarcastically throws her hands up. "But I do my share to clean up the 'filth in the gutters'. More than." And with that, she walks purposefully to the hospital's big glass doors.At the doors, she turns in a huff and walks all the way back to where you would be standing, if you were actually there."And Ryan Reynolds. You wouldn't give a rat's ass about Deadpool – or even know who that was – if it weren't for Ryan-freaking-Reynolds." She emphasizes this by pointing her finger where your face would be.As she turns to finally get to those main doors, she says over her shoulder, "And don't worry, this won't be a thing. I'm just establishing character.""And I really do hate narration.""Also, not a fan of Ryan Reynolds."
(Author's note: Olivia Johnson does not speak for me. I love Ryan Reynolds.)
In the hospital elevator, Livy leans close but doesn't turn her head. The softness in her voice has returned. "Look, I'm not proud of it, but it's real easy to get into a hospital after hours. Just say that you're here to hold your mother's hand during chemo. In this place, cancer is the biggest villain. Bigger than The Joker, bigger than The Penguin. And chemo can be scheduled at any time. You can add 'it's your first time here' or 'I just flew in, the moment I heard' if you really need to sell it. But you won't, so keep it simple.""And don't try to cry or look sad. The nurses have seen the real thing a million times, so they'll spot faking a mile away. Just act normal, because trying to act normal looks identical to putting on a brave face by trying to act normal.""The Cancer Ward is in the other building – I knew that – but the skywalk is right next to where I actually want to go. So I tell the nurse, 'It's my first time here and it's raining and may I please use the skywalk to get to the other building'. So here we are, but this was the easy part."The elevator dings, and the doors open. Livy steps into the hallway and starts to walk briskly. Underneath her coat and hoodie, both of which she has rolled together to carry under her arm, she is wearing scrubs."Fortunately, this part I've done before." She winks as she slips a lanyard over her head. The hospital ID attached to it has her picture, but the name says 'Amy Smith'."Not really clever, I know. But I've always favored function over form. Now stop distracting me, it just gets more and more dangerous from here."
Livy steps through the metal detector. Even though it didn't go off, she stands there and holds her arms out. One of the 'fit' cops, a slightly taller-than-average brunette that could pass for her sister, pats her down. Livy rolls her eyes, "Yeah. Not all brown-haired girls are interchangeable."
(Author's note: That comment was also aimed at me. I know that people come in all shapes, colors and demeanor and I respect individuality. What I said was, 'all brown-haired actresses are interchangeable'. Which is true.)
If You Had Told Me That A Week Ago...
In the darkness, in the drizzle, in the near-empty parking lot – well after visiting hours – a brown, wood-paneled station wagon parks at the far end of the hospital. It was as near as she could get to the aluminum bay door underneath the sign 'Service Entrance: No Public Access'.With the hood of her black pullover – worn under a trench coat – pulled over her head, she hurries all the way across the parking lot to get to the hospital's main doors.
The streets are full of vermin that feed on apathy and ignorance.The rain can't wash away all the blood and filth in the gutters.Now the city stands on the brink, staring into a burning abyss, and all those politicians and idiots and talking-heads are crying out, 'save me'.
"Stop it. I hate narration," she says in a soft voice.Lowering her hood, she looks right at you with dark brown eyes that match the softness of her voice. She's skinny. And young, maybe twenty-five at the most. The length of her light brown hair disappears into her hoodie."And you. Don't you start with that 'Deadpool'. Breaking the fourth wall was a thing long before that assclown," she says, her eyes and her voice momentarily forgetting their softness.She turns and starts toward the hospital's main entrance, but after two steps, she turns back to look at you again. "I have a name by the way. It's Livy. Olivia Johnson. You haven't heard of me because I'm not one of the 'Big Three'," her voice and posture break on those last two words as she sarcastically throws her hands up. "But I do my share to clean up the 'filth in the gutters'. More than." And with that, she walks purposefully to the hospital's big glass doors.At the doors, she turns in a huff and walks all the way back to where you would be standing, if you were actually there."And Ryan Reynolds. You wouldn't give a rat's-fucking-ass about Deadpool – or even know who that was – if it weren't for Ryan-fucking-Reynolds." She emphasizes this by pointing her finger where your face would be.As she turns to finally get to those main doors, she says over her shoulder, "And don't worry, this won't be a thing. I'm just establishing character.""And I really do hate narration.""Also, not a fan of Ryan Reynolds."
(Author's note: Olivia Johnson does not speak for me. I love Ryan Reynolds.)
n the hospital elevator, Livy leans close but doesn't turn her head. The softness in her voice has returned. "Look, I'm not proud of it, but it's real easy to get into a hospital after hours. Just say that you're here to hold your mother's hand during chemo. In this place, cancer is the biggest villain. Bigger than The Joker, bigger than The Penguin. And chemo can be scheduled at any time. You can add 'it's your first time here' or 'I just flew in, the moment I heard' if you really need to sell it. But you won't, so keep it simple.""And don't try to cry or look sad. The nurses have seen the real thing a million times, so they'll spot faking a mile away. Just act normal, because trying to act normal looks identical to putting on a brave face by trying to act normal.""The Cancer Ward is in the other building – I knew that – but the skywalk is right next to where I actually want to go. So I tell the nurse, 'It's my first time here and it's raining and may I please use the skywalk to get to the other building'. So here we are, but this was the easy part."The elevator dings, and the doors open. Livy steps into the hallway and starts to walk briskly. Underneath her coat and hoodie, both of which she has rolled together to carry under her arm, she is wearing scrubs .She winks as she slips a lanyard over her head. "This is for special occasions." On it is a key and a hospital ID that has her picture, but the name says 'Amy Smith'."Not really clever, I know. But I've always favored function over form. Now stop distracting me, it just gets more and more dangerous from here."Livy turns the corner and there are six cops, two tables and a metal detector. She sets her balled up coats on one of the tables."You can't bring those in here," a portly lady-cop says to her.Livy, being overtly sarcastic, says, "That's not a cliché – 'portly cop' – cause she's a woman and it can't be a cliché if it's a lady-cop, right?"
(Author's note: Even though she was talking to you, the sarcasm was directed at me.)
"Besides, the other five are pretty fit. Well that dude's starting to get a gut, so four of the other five," Livy is talking loud enough that they all had to have heard her, but none of them seem to."I know, but I'm running late and didn't have time to hit the locker room. I thought maybe I could hang 'em up there," and Livy gestures at the hooks where the cop's coats are hanging.""We're not responsible–""I know," Livy interrupts her in that way few people can do without seeming rude. "But if I can't trust you guys..." Livy gives a small laugh and a big smile.Then Livy looks at you. "Don't worry, they can't hear me when I talk to you," she says without lowering her voice. "I also don't want to undercut the risk I'm taking here. This place is actually pretty secure. Tons of cops. Luckily, few nurses. And more than a few cameras." She gestures with a nod of her head at one of the cameras pointed at the checkpoint. It looks like a big white shoebox, with a black lens the size of a doorknob sticking out from the end."I mean I guess they're useful, but they're mostly just for seeing if someone's hanging around where they're not supposed to be. I don't have to worry about 4K, 8K, UHD or any of that. The only way I'm getting indentified by that thing, is if I stick my face eight to ten inches away from the lens and hold still."Livy removes her ID and hands it to the male cop standing by the metal detector – not the one with a gut – and steps through. Even though it didn't go off, she stands there and holds her arms out. The handsome officer gives Livy a slight smile as he hands her ID back. One of the 'fit' female cops, a slightly taller-than-average brunette that could pass for her sister, pats her down. Livy rolls her eyes, "Yeah. Not all brown-haired girls are interchangeable."
(Author's note: That comment was also aimed at me. I know that people come in all shapes, colors and demeanor and I respect individuality. What I said was, 'all brown-haired actresses are interchangeable'. Which is true.)
The portly lady-cop unballs the coats, then she and the cop with the gut, check all the pockets. Then spread them on the table to pat them and wand them."See, I told you. Secure," Livy says to you as she grabs her two coats off the table. "Now let's go find the [medical closet]," she says as she walks by the coat hooks with out hanging up her coats."I'll need them later, which is why I didn't just ditch them in a trash can," she whispers to you.***THAT'S IT SO FAR. WHAT FOLLOWS IS WHAT I HAVE OF THE REST OF THE STORY.[then she goes to get heavy sedatives out of the medical closet, that's what the key on her lanyard is to][then she goes to get the criminal she's after, she still whispers when she breaks the fourth wall]Still whispering, she says, "I don't why I'm whispering. These guys can't hear me when I talk to you, either."[she finds his room]Only a single second passes and Livy's eyes refocus on you. "What was I – right, this one looks like he's gonna beat the [slang] and he's too dangerous. I can't let him slip away. Besides, I've seen his work firsthand. I know he's guilty. I'll have a clear conscience being his judge, jury and executioner."[sneaking him out, goes past an officer in the hallway]"Be careful with that one, he's [slang].""Thanks. I know all about this one, and he's sedated pretty good. Plus, I'm loaded for bear, just in case." Livy turns to show the cop her right hip, which has all the syringes she got out of the medical closet."Hide 'em in plain sight," she says as she winks at you. "I guess that applies to this slimeball too.""I don't know how you don't slip all these dirt bags a lethal dose of whatever. 'Do no harm' I guess.""That's doctors. For us, it's 'welfare of those committed to my care'. There are some days though. But hey, you're the one with the gun."He laughs, "I hear ya sister, and there are some days for me too. But that would betray 'the public trust'. And I couldn't keep doing this, day in and day out, if I didn't have faith in the system."[add in a line about how the 'vigilantes are as bad as the criminals']
The Crystal Queen has ruled for 1000 years. Her kingdom encompasses all
the known lands. Only the uncharted east remaines outside her realm.You don't rule that long without becoming a ruthless monster. And don't live
for that long without the power to bend magic to your own twisted soul.But there is hope. The prophecy of The Four.
Cheddy pushed his skewer wrapped with raw sweet bread dough further into the campfire."How long 'til the roast rabbit is done?" The smell of roast rabbit, sweet bread and hickory all swirled together was too much for his empty stomach."About 30 minutes longer than everything else." Jon replied. He was starving too. All six of them were, after traveling nearly double the usual distance on this day, to make camp right outside the capital city walls.It was Grace's idea to travel as a group of six. 'Every detail matters,' he said.
