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Baali. With a single word, her dreams took on better context, the hungry delight on her face clear at learning something new. "Lord Regent. If I may, it may be well advised to include this Keeper in the investigation. She has aided in my recovery to the clan and has resources and...
She prayed briefly that he wouldn't think of her as mad. "A new potential ally provided... A confirmation of sorts. Since coming to this town, I have had... Dreams. I don't dream anymore-or I didn't. The two days since... Dreams of insects. Vivid and bright red. Large ones feasting on smaller...
"He is old, but I believe him to be of identical Generation to me. He seems unfamiliar with current technology, his home looks... a wreck for someone who should have had time to attain resources. He was very set on placing me against my own clan once I arrived at his residence. He was likely...
A step further bloodbound. So be it. She did not hesitate. "Yes, Lord Regent. That shall not be forgotten again." She said and took the respectful, ancient magician's bow. She takes the chalice in both hands.
She says part of the oath, in deference to the solemnity of the chalice. "I, Terezi...
She folded the papers and left a penny in one before she followed him, reflecting on how she had once been in that ghoul's position. "You do well for your master. May the same be for your master." She said quietly to the ghoul. "Do you have a name?"
Terezi looked around her room, sighing. She used a brush in her purse to put her hair to rights and checked the desk. Wasn't there papers? She checked her phone-they hadn't thought to search her, so she breathed a little easier.
They weren't going to kill her. There was no reason to suspect...
Don't forget-
We are using the Chronicles of Darkness corebook, not the older one with the Machine God Chronicle errata.
We are using the Dreams version of Princess, with the Road to Dawn supplement. Not the Invocation version.
Once...
Once there were three queens at odds with each other.
Tears, who wallowed in despair, denying the futility of that which she was trying to preserve.
Storms, who exulted in a hatred that would burn herself and the world with it.
Mirrors, who was blinded by self-loathing and...
She flipped through it. It wasn't any language she knew. She sniffed at the paper and put the copied manuscript to the side. What in the actual hell? Was it a test of some sort? Something to take her attention? Something to drive her mad?
She put a hand over her unbeating heart, before taking...
"Thank you." She told the ghoul and entered the room, looking about. The dawn pulled her to the bed, but she took the manuscript with her to read before sleeping, wondering if she would dream again.
Terezi turned and took the old fashioned magician's bow. An arm across her chest, hand held flat against her breast, with a brief kneel to one knee, head bowed properly and the bow properly deep for an apprentice. Very few elders in the New World bothered with such a thing. Her sire had...
"It's not a laughing matter, no." She said dryly. "And I don't necessarily believe in Gehenna. Unbelievable as it may be, once you have eliminated the impossible, what remains must be true no matter how improbable. I think it is possible. The lower generation it is, the more powerful the...
She looks utterly serious. "One. New information. We may know that there are kindred, associated with insects from the ancient days. That potentially both kindred and the werewolves have had incredibly similar visions-the only difference is creatures-great snakes instead of insects. But my first...