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[Lee Gonzales]

Hey Everybody,
Really good game this weekend, we had a huge group and I wanted to say
that for such a large table it all worked out really well. If people
have suggestions about how we can do an even better job with such a
large group I would love to hear them.

A few points I wanted to highlight:
* Good job with character development and creating unique interesting
people, I know that some of the constraints I put on you all made this
a little harder by limiting some class choices.

* Also good job building relationships and putting together a team.
Note: this process will naturally accelerate due to the "Student
Rings" you all were issued.

* To recap the training so far: This is a 12 week course of hard,
brutal training. Mostly focusing on physical training and
conditioning. It takes place at the academy, in a vast underground
compound and/or in the cold and the mud. You are put into a class with
other regular Empire recruits, this is interesting as you get to meet
a wide variety of different people. You learn or relearn basic weapons
(swords, daggers, crossbow), light armor usage, basic hand to hand
combat, basic survival and first aid. For those people without feats
in simple weapons, light armor usage take those feats. Also get a
bonus +2 heal and +2 survival skill bonus due to the new Feat “Empire
Soldier”, those skills are now also class skills. The instructors are
brutal and are clearly trying to wash out the class. Also they as a
general rule disallow magic usage by trainees and punish those found
to be using it. We'll cover some of the specific details next game
session. Also to be clear, you have almost zero downtime during this
training, it is full tilt 16 hours a day, 7 days a week. Something
approaching half of the class washes out during the training and most
of you are proud to finish.

* After this training you will have a week between the next training
session. What do your characters want to do? Touring Port Victor and
the Island could be interesting, you could also go over to Petros for
some R&R.

I am targeting the next gaming session for Saturday October 27th at 3
PM at my house. Who can or cannot make that time?

If there are changes you want to make to characters please let me know
what you are thinking before next session and please come to next
session with a completed, printed out character sheet (tablet
computers are OK too).

Cheers!
Lee


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[Peter Frost]

Refrence:

Guidon http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guidon_(United_States)

Often in basic training it is used as the point of pride and symbol of the units. Your accomplishments, honor, and loyalty are generally hinged to this little piece of cloth.

Basic Training: In the first couple of weeks you all fear for Cliff. It seems like he is going to be one of those early washouts. His desire to do the training so he can help verses the chaos does not last long. He tells you that this place and this training can go to hell and that he will go back to focusing on the actual problem, rather than learning how to swing a sword in the mud. One day, standing in formation in the muck on a particularly nasty day, Cliff was going to do it. As usual his mouth started it. He talked back to the drill sergeant, then blatantly insulted him and called him out. This Drill Sergeant Thorne was particularly nasty. You all hated him too. Cliff puts on a good showing. They fight like crazy but Thorne gets the upper hand and beats Cliff down. Wiping the little bit of blood from his lip Thorne doesn't address Cliff, there in the mud, bleeding. He addresses you guys, "Echo Platoon! You pathetic worms are all dishonored! You are all implicit to this desertion!" He points down at Cliff who looked like he was about to limp out of the camp. "And as such you have lost the right to even have a guidon" He rips the spear out of Gary's characters hands and tears the flag off of it.

"Put that guidon back on!" Says a defiant Cliff. "They didn't do anything!" Fists clenched, he takes a furious step forward.

"They are a reflection of you, you coward. You want to be a deserter then fine, run. What do you care. You don't have what it takes to be here anyway, and by the looks of them, the rest of your friends will be joining you soon enough." Thorne says to Cliff. Addressing Cliff as if he is already a civilian. The Drill Sergeants don't bother being so conversational to their trainees.

"I.. uh, wasn't going to dessert." Cliff drops his fists and limps back in line. Thorne continues to berate you all and refuses to give back the guidon till you prove your worthiness. Thorne throws everyone through the ringer, and usually blames Cliff for it.  When he can Cliff apologizes to you all for getting you in trouble. He feels extremely trapped and on week 5, you think he is going to kill himself. 

But he never does. One of you guys probably talk him out of it, stand up for him, something. By the end of 12 weeks you all have earned the guidon back, and with honors and who knows, maybe Lee will make us all like the best squad to graduate.

Maybe Cliff finds some reason for pride and feels really part of the unit by the end of it all. These boot camps are really good at stuff like that. So are you guys.

When it comes time for R&R, Cliff will get drunk, get in a fight and get laid. (didnt get into a fight on purpose)

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[Lee Gonzales]

Peter,
Good writeup. I like it and appreciate that you though about this,
given the size and complexity of this gaming group I encourage each of
you to spend some time and tell the story as you imagine it might
happen. This is especially true for these interstitial gaming points,
training, downtime and so forth. Due to the nature of this game expect
more of these kinds of montages and feel free to illustrate as you see
fit. If I dont think it will work I will tell you and we can work out
what happens.

A few points I will add.

One of the trainers you meet at the academy is a very old Hakash
gentlemen named Amaterasu Whisperock. He gives a class on military
history to help connect the Empire military of today with the past.
One topic that particularly resonates with some of you are the
Lightbringers. A noble Knight core with a proud heritage of service
originating as one of the few groups brave enough to challenge the
original Giants. They started as teenagers, children really and grew
into heroes of their realm. Legendary in stature and revered today,
the ideals of that group live on in today's Empire military and the
militaries of the discrete Empire nations. Essentially, a person can
be judged a Lightbringer due to brave and exemplary actions in the
face of overwhelming odds. This title then must be ratified by nothing
less than both a national sovereign and empire founder. Typically
granted for service (often posthumously) to his country, his people
and the very world itself. It is also true that those Lightbringers
who are still around and there are many carry a unique bond which
transcends military services and countries.

Perhaps this resonates with Cliff - as he learns the unconventional
history of the Lightbringers, their mottled past and troubled
beginning perhaps he and some of the rest of you become inspired. He
tells the story of how the original Lightbringers started as a rag tag
group of inspired youth who then went on to participate in the slaying
of the first of the usurper giants. Doing so with poor weapons, zero
training and essentially winning via luck, guts and brash desire to be
free. From there they helped to secure their people and win the war
against the giants.

The way that Amaterasu explains the past and the heroes who sustained
the world with their blood and will is particularly compelling to
those with Hakash heritage - frankly his stories are very deeply
inspiring. He is a master story teller.

This discussion connecting all of the proud warriors of the past
inspires all of you to fight on and excel. You recover your honor and
all complete the training with honors. Even Cliff. You are not the top
platoon, you are simply not the physical specimens to have outcompeted
many of the other trainees. But you do well and come in second best.
Given the harshness of the training and the sheer number of people
washed out (about half go home) - this is a fine accomplishment.

If there are particular tricks or advantages you want to mention about
how you succeed please mention it. Essentially basic training is a
will, strength and constitution test.

More to come, see you Saturday.

Lee

[Lee Gonzales]

Also I am awaiting some idea of what you all want to do with a week or
free time. We can hand wave it, do the montage of the next training
session (YAWN) or you all can do some exploring.

Also note the next round of training is Mobile Assault training.

This is where things get really interesting. All of you tested into
this training due to your performance and family credentials.

Essentially this next round is 16 weeks of training where:
* The PT continues and ramps up. If your strength was below a 14 bump
it up by 2.

* The instructors here are no longer drill sergeants, they are clearly
soldiers hand picked for their ability to lead and train others. They
are funny, often making sick jokes about trainees dying in spectacular
accidents to make a point about safety. Hard asses to be sure, they
also are clearly deeply committed to making amazing warriors and
weapons operators.

* The heavy weapons come out for training. Cannons, mortars, gun
sleds, golems, wands for some, explosives for others. It is exciting
and at times deeply dangerous, you get training on the basic heavy
weapons of the Empire, some of them are new and some of them are very
old. Take a +3 in Profession Empire Soldier and make it a class skill.

* The combat training ramps up here too. It is intense and very, very
effective. Take a level in ranger and monk.

* This training takes you all around the island, inside caves on top
of mountains, onto warships and horses. You climb, fight and fall onto
most every sort of terrain possible in the frozen north.

We will role play and game out a few training scenarios in the next
session, plus I have a few other surprises.

Next up is the final round of training before we will move into next
chapter of the story. This is where you all could split and you get to
make some choices. You can either go to Blazer training or Operative
training. Think of this as either Rogue training or Ranger training.
Think about the path you want your character to pursue and we can
discuss next game session one on one.

Cheers,
Lee

[Monica Jones]

Alessa spends much of her time meditating and training, and even seems to enjoy the heavy training, a lot of the time. She offers to meditate with anyone who asks, and this includes tips on how to deal with the cold and pain and fatigue. By the end of training, she has quite a few people join her, despite the fact that a lot of the other recruits think she's a little creepy, the way she silently watches people. 

At first she's irritated with Cliff for his antics, but then she finds herself feeling sorry for him. Then she finds herself angry with the drill sergeant for beating down someone so obviously inferior in physical abilities. During the fight between Cliff and the sergeant, a small tree at the edge of the training area dies. A few people blame it on an unnoticed disease, but no one says much about it. She notices his dark mood and spends many meals eating with him. She rarely says much, but she offers him some of her food. 

She follows her family members around, listening to their conversation, and offers suggestions on how to make the food more palatable with the addition of the few herbs there are to be found. She also absorbs some of their knowledge of magic and spellcraft, although with some discomfort. This whole magic thing is clearly outside her comfort zone. 

After training, she decides to go into town and learn as much as she can about the area and its resident, and especially its history.  

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[Gary Mascenik]

Jaden, who seems to be the model of discipline, immediately stands up
for Cliff, coming to blows with the trainer if needed. "Cliff is no
deserter sir! And he's no coward, he's standing up to you isn't he!".
When the whole thing calms down I give him props for having the balls
to take on searge like that. I quietly spread the story too so he gets
respect from his peers. When he's especially low I remind him that his
peers are looking to him as a model and he has to suck it up, do it
for them so that they can draw from his strength.

Anyone really paying attention eventually figures out that none of
this gets to Jaden. He seems to almost enjoy it from the beginning,
like the harder it gets the more rewarding he finds it. He always
seems to have strength to lend to others. Mostly people don't notice,
because he joins in the bitching, of showing the wear and drain and
strain and stress, but deep down he revels in this.

He joins in the meditation. Jaden loves that, loves finding a center
strength to draw from. When it comes time to pick between ranger and
rogue training he's truly torn...

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[Misty Ewegen]

Avarte shows a singular drive during the training. At times she can be caught staring at a particular weapon or serious of maneuvers as though she has forgotten something, or perhaps remembered something forgotten long ago. She doesn't accept well any inability on her part to succeed at any task set before her, pushes herself as hard as she can, day in and day out, and often trains late into the night after others have retired to rest. She appears to suffer little from this sleeplessness and when questioned about it quietly mentions watch rotations and changes the subject. Avarte takes advantage of Alessa's offers to meditate with her and is often seen sitting in quiet contemplation during the off hours.

Avarte responds to Cliff's difficulty with quiet support. She has seen this kind of adjustment difficulty and culture shock in training before and knows he is likely to adjust. On the few nights when he stays up past the others, she will break from her tireless efforts, pour two glasses of wine, and sit companionably with Cliff, saying little. She knows there is comfort in having another person near, and little she can say to change his mind or feelings. Despite their different outlooks, and the fact that Avarte takes the sergeants abuse with well ingrained indifference, Cliff and Avarte end the training friends.

Avarte will spend the time off in town getting to know it's boundaries and winding roads, seeking out people who know her, and reviewing her journal.

[Peter Frost]

Cliff at first thinks his decision to rejoin the ranks is mostly borne of the desire not to hurt his new friends. But soon time tells that the punishment is not lessened but enhance by his continued inclusion in the group.  Thorne uses Cliff as a wedge to drive between the group. Hammering that wedge over and over, trying to break the Fredricksmires apart. Cliff, of course, can't catch a break.

Thorne hammers down on everyone else, especially Jaden gets extra hammered because Thorne labels him “sympathizer” due to his verbal support of Cliff. Thorne calls them both out together and commands them to “GET DOWN AND START PUSHING!(pushing=pushups) YOU’LL STOP PUSHING WHEN I GET TIRED!” many times. Like the scene from Firefly when Mal was keeping Wash’s spirits up while being tortured Jaden gives Cliff a wink or makes a humorous remark in the middle of mind and body crushing PT punishment. Cliff laughs, falls face first in the muck and they both have to suffer through additional punishment, but it happens with a sense of camaraderie. Thorne secretly smiles.

Alessa’s company at meals is an uncertain thing to Cliff. At first he thinks that somehow she is just as unpopular as he is, what with her bald head and tattoos, and they sit together out of need. But he slowly realizes that she is actually quite sought after. Her stable, almost serene countenance seems to draw people in a way he barely begins to understand. Though he never follows her on any of her meditations he secretly admires her and feels warmth in his heart that she CHOOSES to sit with him at meal time. It makes many of the difficulties he endures melt away. He thinks "Once we get some stinking leave, I'm going to get Alessa something nice. Damn, but what would SHE want? Flowers? No. Candies? Hell no. Egad man, cant you do anything right?"

Cliff hated the middle of the night watch, on the coldest, most unprotected part of the “stupid” compound. Thorne saw to it that that watch was his, even though it was supposed to be a random drawing. Cliff loves his sleep, and he rarely got any of it. These were the nights that the darkest of his thoughts worked in his mind. How miserable it was, how everyone hated him, how this mission from his parents must have been because they didn’t think he was worthy of more. This particular watch on week 5 was it. It would be easy enough to die of overexposure, Cliff thought. He took off his heavy gloves,  started to un-do the clasps of his extreme cold weather jacket. Then, out of the freezing mist, Avarte emerges with a steaming flagon of spiced wine. Cliff had had his ration for wine cut off weeks ago. He knew she didn’t have watch this shift. She was so mysterious, who knew what she was actually thinking. Embarrassed, Cliff buttoned up his coat. She pretended not to notice and offered him a hot cup of mulled wine. Not much was said that night, or the several others like it, but Cliff would never forget the lifesaver Avarte was that night. Maybe she knew, but she never displayed it.

Scarlet was a different matter entirely. That woman scared him. When Thorne let the platoon have it, Scarlet was there to remind him that he owed her "another one" whatever that meant. Thorne was an asshole. The enemy. The bad guy. Scarlet was a wolf in sheep's clothing. She was his friend, spine tinglingly creepy friend whom he now owed many favors to. Cliff knew he could leave Throne behind and just get out of this training, but Scarlet, he cant escape her. She reminded him of that. She never told him what "favors" she would require of him later but she never let him think about quitting the training again. For the suffering he would cause her she said no matter where he went, she would find him for a reckoning.

Clifford relished the few class time, time in a sheltered class room. You all know Cliff is a bit of a screw up when it comes to discipline and physical extremes. But here was his realm. He absorbed the lore, the data, the facts and times and written orders. Somehow Thorne turned that into a weakness as well. He threw Cliff into a stereotype of nerd and geek. “First casualty on the battlefield” he said. Many of the non-Fredricksmire family laughed. Cliff, holding up his perfect paper in pride at the end of the test would slowly sit back down, crumpling it in front of him, sometimes ungraded.

One time the speaker was none other than the Mighty Amaterasu Wisperock. Cliff was inspired by the stories and the heroism he talked of. Cliff again aced the paper afterwards with ease and when he was done, as you were supposed to do, he put down his quill and stood up, holding his paper high for inspection. Thorne began angling towards him in a menacing fashion but Amaterasu interceded and looked to the paper himself. Amaterasu simply gave a nod and a pat on the back to Cliff and looked him in the eyes. You are not sure what else happened but even several minutes later you could still see Cliff, standing there as he was supposed to, as you all worked on your papers. From the moment Amaterasu left Cliff till everyone was done, tears were streaming down his face. Something in Amaterasu’s look to DS Throne kept him from saying anything about it. Nobody said a word about it afterwards.

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[Lee Gonzales]

Peter - once again very nice writeup.

Like I said before there are a lot of you all - so taking some license
and story telling this from each characters POV is very much
appreciated and should add to the overall success of the game. I hope
more people do this...

Cheers,
Lee

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[Misty Ewegen]

Avatre regardless of the endless hours of training and study, seems frustrated in her development and at times perhaps even dismayed. She doesn't speak to anyone about it, but she can be seen venting frustration in the training room, punching out the anger she feels in her inability to recover what used to be hers. At these moments she seems like a person possessed, intent on killing the training materials, or herself.  No matter how long she trains, how long she studies, how many nights she spends reviewing her journals and the published stories about The Fall of Setif,  Avatre is no closer to solving the mystery of her own mind then she was when she arrived. She is her harshest critic, unwilling to accept any compliment for her ability, always remembering she used to be more. She seems almost indifferent to everyone else's success.

Those who room near her can sometimes hear noises in the night. Here and there a shouted warning, occasionally a scream of pain, more rarely the mutterings of advanced spell casting. Avarte's sleep is troubled. In the moments before waking Avatre remembers images, sometimes disjointed and nightmarish, other times dreamy and soft. One night images of fire fills her mind every time she lies down, leaving her unable to sleep. She spends the night reading the history of Portos and looking at the maps of the landholdings to see which families served during The Fall. To her dismay she discovers few who did returned.  Another night her mind stands her high upon a hill wielding magic far beyond her current ability, sending killing blows onto the surreal creatures trying to invade her land. When she awakens she rushes to the library to find the spells she was casting, hoping she can remember how to use them in wakefulness.  Most nights she sees the continuous and cruel falling bodies of her peers, one after another felled to the nightmarish beings endlessly streaming into her land, blood pooling, limbs flying, flesh burning. The smell, sounds, and images seem real, and she is once again lost in that place of darkness, powerless to stop the slaughter of her countrymen.

After the worst images jolt her from her sleep she often joins Cliff outside on the perimeter. He is stuck with the worst of the watches, as punishment for his unceasing rebellion.  Avatre feels his refusal to conform is both admirable and foolish, but she has found comfort in his presence, and appreciates how little he asks about her reasons for coming to sit with him.  Once she returns to her room she passes the rest of these horrific nights deep in the meditation skills she has picked up from Alessa, finding comfort in stilling her mind and not revisiting the times that remade her.

[Lee Gonzales]

Folks a few points about the Fall of Setif referenced in Avatre's
story. Those of you who pick up on her difficulties and know a little
of what else she has said easily put together that she was one of the
survivors from the garrison at Setif.

From what little has been made public about what happened, and from
what some of you with insider information have:
* Setif was a new settlement - you believe similar to Port Victor in
design and objectives.

* It was into about a year of its settlement, the going was slow as
establishing it was difficult due to the proximity to some untamed
Fireland tribes and the general desert area.

* It was a remote outpost on the coast on an island near the Emerald sound.

* On the anniversary of the Independence of the Firelands an incursion
occurred, it was difficult to tell exactly how big, but it was rumored
to be beyond the ability of the garrisoned ground forces to quell. The
whole settlement was believed lost and 2 days after the incursion
naval forces arrives on the scene.

* Massero class warships arrived offshore (these are like the ones you
see in harbor here). From some initial scrying and overflights the
whole settlement was deemed a total loss and it appeared that no
survivors could be recovered.

* 24 hours of naval bombardment leveled the settlement. Afterward
ground and air forces swept in and mopped up the remaining chaos
beasts.

* Of the 3000 or so settlers and solders about 250 survivors were
eventually recovered, some hiding in deep underground dug outs of
their own creation. Others had managed to escape into the ocean.
Others had hidden magically in extra dimensional spaces. All of them
were injured and damaged by their experiences, some worse than others.

*Very little has been publicly stated about what happened at Setif.
But it was clearly very, very rough.

Avatre was one of the stout survivors who made it out of that
firestorm of a holocaust.

Lee

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[Lee Gonzales]

Another rule revision I will make. As a result of basic and mobile
assault training each person regardless of their strength will get a
+2 bump. This lines up all of the stats bump everyone has received so
that they are equal.

Lee

[Lee Gonzales]

To be clear there is only a singular +2 bump on str.

This means that these characters at this point have a total bonus from
training and racial bonuses of +2 con, char, int, str.

Lee

[Scott Todd]

Sorry for the late write up folks.. crazy times.. 

Sam watches the events unfold as if they are a wonderful dance. At first appearing slightly puzzled, then occasionally nodding to himself. As the days pass he begins to smile more often. When the 2nd surprise drills come in the middle of the night, Sam is awake and dressed standing by his bed, smiling softly.

On a dark night after an especially brutal day, Sam gathers the unit together and presents the first of his reports.

"I didn't want to bring this forward until I was more confident of the patterns, and I knew the low level brutality here wasn't enough to break any of you. I see it like fire hardening a spear. A little fire makes you tough, too much and you lose your edge. Each of you have something the family needs, and I'll be damned if that fine drill sergeant of ours burns you so much that the family loses the benefit of your skills. To that end," Sam produces several small scraps of parchment.

 "Alessa, they're going to push you extra hard tomorrow. You and I know you can take it, but don't be surprised if they find a way to make it look like you hurt someone. My guess would be Cliff. Avatre. did you notice the paint on the workmen's fingernails? Chaos beast purple and a nice shade of demonic red to be exact. They know they can't break your body or spirit, so they're going after your mind. Jaden and Cliff, they saw you two. Cliff, at some point in the next few days they'll make it look like Jaden is a bully, who's out to make you look weak. You know the truth, don't let them get to you. For the rest of you, if this gives you some insight into how things work - use it. They will adapt, so will we. The good news is this psychological bullshit stops soon. The true test will be the field. We'll stick together and watch eachother's backs. We're going to learn the moves to this dance, and then we're going to lead."

*I spend my off week gathering intel on the upcoming training. If I determine any team members may have difficulty with an aspect of the training I seek out ways to help them prepare - a teammate mentor, materials, physical training. I will also attempt to carry out counter-intelligence to ensure we're able to prepare in peace and that the team doesn't get into any trouble, real or manufactured.* 

[Yee Frost]

For the first few days of the training, even before the 16th hour mark, Scarlet had a very hard time moving her limbs. She looked very frustrated and full of anger.  She joins Alessa for the meditation and with Alessa's tips, Scarlet seems to have less frustration but still seems to be angry from time to time.  She always tries to hide her emotion but if you catch in the right time you would be able to tell when she is angry because her brown eyes would turn to bright red color like they are burning. She hasn't been complaining about the training at all. She had her head down and did what ever Thorne said.  

After class, she often watches Avarte with envy then retreat back to her room.

She joins Alessa for the meditation.  One time she says "Alessa, I owe you big time. I don't really know if I can complete this training without your tips. My body was completely useless after the training and I was in so much pain. I really hate that." 

Scarlet does notice that people keep to try to cheer Cliff and convince him not to quit but it doesn't seem to be working in her eyes. One day after class, she cornered Cliff and remind him that he still owes her many favors, "You'd better be around when I ask for the favor and don't even think that you can get out easy".  "You think I want to be here do these sort of training? But I'm not a quitter, I will complete this training and back to my old life" "And as long as I have to be here, I suggest you should be here as well otherwise ...<intimation>".

Scarlet asks Sam specifics about her and her training all the time and tries to pay attention to his information gathering. She does not use it to avoid training, but she uses it to make sure she does not lose the opportunity for the most efficient training she can get. She still has a score to settle with that Dwarfman, that "Kin". Maybe not to beat him up, but to show him that he couldn't do that to me again.

She notices that her body is now stronger, muscles bigger.  "I do need new business clothes. I hope I can find a fine tailor in this town". This is her plan during the break.  And beside of that she will try to make some business contacts.         

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[Gary Mascenik]

At some point during one of Sam's briefings Jaden is heard muttering "and out of chaos is born order" with a small smile on his lips. He reminds the group "You know they are extra hard on us because we're Fredericksmires. More is expected of us. It's like a brand new warship dropping into the water: the first thing everyone wants to find out is what can it do, what are it's limits. I dare say they haven't found ours yet *he says with some bite*. We're not being tested just as individuals, but as a team, as a family, so stay tough *with a soft-encouraging tone*.

On Sat, Oct 27, 2012 at 8:50 AM, Scott Todd <scott....@gmail.com> wrote:

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[Peter Frost]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BlNSPbfr5_g&feature=related

Yea, I hope its not this bad.

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[Monica Jones]

Alessa looks around at the other Fredricksmires, assessing them individually. Even the ones she had guessed would be early washouts have managed to hang in there, and she is surprised at their fortitude. This is also her first time really getting to know them, even the members of her own clan, considering all the time she has spent away from home. She continues to make herself quietly available to her family and other trainees who seem to need extra support, leaving it up to them to accept or decline. She points out, "We can do anything for one day. We don't need to survive weeks of this. Just one more day. Tell yourself that every day."

Only once, during  sleep, does anything seem amiss. Anyone standing right next to her door might have heard mutterings in a strange language, Abyssal to anyone who understands it. The words were, "Begone. You have no place here." It was in the tone of someone speaking from very far away. Then it was quiet.  

On Sat, Oct 27, 2012 at 1:24 PM, Gary Mascenik <gmas...@gmail.com> wrote:

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