un: man's greatest treasure [video]

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Since we find ourselves in a new location, and seem to have picked up some, maybe some introductions are due. I'm Hermione Granger, and I'm from England. I'm currently assigned the role of a tax collector, it's going great. [Sarcasm.] I'm sure it'll be fine - I was a modiste in Taravast, for heaven's sake...

[Quickly, a smile! Nervous, but a smile.]

What else - oh, I'm also a witch. [Which reminds her!] I'm going to start brewing potions again, since the ground isn't being rocked from side to side by the sea and the sea monster... Supplies are limited, and alternatives to the ingredients that I normally use can be weak on the ground, so I can't brew as many as I'd like. I'd ask that we all exercise some caution and not need them as much until I can get the reserves back up.

[There is a pause, as she opens her mouth to say I also don't like being treated like a child, because-] Huh. I...don't know how old I am.

[A frown, and she seems to forget that she's recording herself now, lost in her own musings:] Let's see, it was May when I come from, but was it the same month here? [To the screen, to her audience, the question:] Does this world even work in twelve months in a year? Seasons? It was quite crisp when I woke up in Taravast for the first time, maybe autumn? [And she pales.] Oh, gods, it's been almost a year...

[A shallow inhale - I want to go back home, we just ended a war, I need to see my friends, I need to grieve my friends, I need to - and a very shaky exhale. She cuts the feed off.]

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Hey there. It's fine. It's a lot.

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[There's a groan, and the next words are muffled.] I thought I'd make it back home by now. How foolish.

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Well, can't blame you for hoping.

[ Eda may have been hoping herself. May find the days getting long herself. It sucks. ]

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I know it's pointless, but I want to find out about the calendar here.

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Well, that shouldn't be too hard. They gotta have calendars somewhere in this city. Cities.

Weird system they've got going on here.

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No stranger than the political war of Taravast, or the political war of Ke-Waihu. Unless you mean all the added bits.

Dragons, robots...so on.

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I meant the up-and-down thing they've got going on. But eh, who am I to judge, I live on a corpse.

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You live on a what?

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Giant corpse. It's a dead Titan. My people also worship him.

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Like a Greek Mythology Titan? Creation of the world and all that?

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[ Blank stare. ] What's a "Greek"?

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[ But then, she launches into an explanation. ]

Well, honestly, I don't know all the details. But the gist is that long ago, Titans roamed the demon realm. But at some point, they all died, leaving behind their corpses in the Boiling Seas. Our Titan, as he rotted away, gave birth to new life -- us! Flora, fauna, witches, demons. Many believe the Titan's spirit is still present, and the Isles are filled with ambient magic that witches make use of. Emperor Belos even claims he, and he alone can speak to the Titan, but... let's just say I have my doubts.

[ And her tone of voice at the end suggests that those doubts are plenty. ]

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[How interesting, that witches don't fall under 'fauna' as a category, and that there's the word 'demons' being waved about as if they're real or something.]

That sounds like something a despot would say, to be honest. Convenient that nobody can prove his claim wrong, right?

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[ Eda grins. ]

Smart girl. I don't know exactly what he's up to, but it's not good.

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[PREENING.]

Wait, so you live on a Titan corpse?