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( The first transmissions is recorded footage, clearly captured by a pendant held by a shaking hand. Before it, legions of heterogenous, misshaped demons part for the gilded palanquin of Duke Rathakku, his long tendril legs seeping off his cushions.
Beneath his litter, death hounds feast on the fresh remains of a man carrying a peace stindard.
Rathakku appears untroubled, unhurried, indifferent: )
Tell your new king... he will have the peace of the old. And we, we will give it to him. If you can reach him.
( Only more seconds capturing footage of fumbling feet and gracel, the pendant carrier stumbles back, starting to run —
Before the transmission switches to the lightly amused face of Alem's king Deimar, whistling: )
...friendly sort, isn't he? That was four months ago. He's softened since. I'd say the colder weather agrees with him. It's good for you new recruits to see that. To see him. It builds character. ( A pause, then helpfully: ) ...spoils appetites, too! Means less dinner for you, more supplies for the morning. We've all won here.
( But the joy seeps from him. ) I know what you have come for. The beacon. I accept you. It's honest trade, we need the hands. Hells, fond welcome. And to those of you serving as envoys, we'll raise a cup to you first. I should hope there's meat on your bones!
Now, a few... guidelines! As it were. What are you? Madmen, criminals, thieves, mercenaries? I don't care to know. Under my roof, I'll have none of that quarrel. ( Steely: ) No squabble, no torture, no rape. We're in tight quarters, blood runs hot. But you'll somehow prevail over any instincts. No... innocent stabbing. There's enough of that in the Wards of late.
I understand some of you are joining the watch towers. I'll come see you. It's ugly work, and you won't thank me. But I thank you. If that bitch Irenia flies by, remember: she's an ugly, slow whore, and you can take a sharp stick's end to her throat. ( Silence, then breezily: ) I don't mind if you do that our merchant friends, either. Just make sure you've learned where they've stored their grains first. ( Light coughing. ) Don't let Haiva hear that. We're to be friends with one and all! Even when they skin us for gold.
As it stands, the day's news: we prepare to evacuate new convoys of our weakest civilians every five days. Unfortunately, Rathakku is... either remarkably intuitive or well informed. He seems to find our escape corridors in the mountain and blockade them. So! We start anew, with fresh escape routes. Do help. And if you can keep our vulnerable on their feet and not trip up the paladins who are working in the Gut's Bind, even better.
By the way, we cut any hands laid unkindly on healers. We can likely spare you more than them.
And the punishment for snitching to uncle Thyvault where the last of the good wine sits is worse than that. I'll deliver that one personally.
Now, good to have you! Die well.

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[She didn’t expect this to be easy, but it’s still easy to adopt a flat tone.]
Makes you wonder if he even has one, though. Could just be bait.
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[ Less easy to guess at why. He was telling the truth, but...lot of good it did. ]
This guy talks like he doesn't think we'll make it through the beacon, though. Not the best lure. [ And some weak reverse psychology if that's the game. ] I think it's real, just...nobody's gonna make it easy for us.
[ Because why would they when something can be gotten out of this group of desperados? ]
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...Why is she trying to go back, again? ]
Even if it's a dud, I know someone who might be able to jumpstart it. Just a theory, but he is pretty smart and we've got our own resources.
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Tess, by the way.
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[ But the imagination is the limit, or something. ]
Vi.
[ Pronounced as short for Violet. ]
Where did they post you?
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[ A different kind of fun. ]
You working with the merchants?
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Yeah. Haven't done a thorough walk-through yet, but there's a lot to work with. What's going on in the tower?
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[ By her tone, Tess might discern that Vi here can't fly. ]
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Against, unfortunately. Guess they're resistant to my charms. Must be rusty. I'll sweet-talk 'em before long.
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So what around here pairs best with the good wine?
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You eat 'em too?
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I fasted the duration. Four days of a light step. My armour never fit so well!
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