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Ophelia is a Fatebinder of Tunon, tasked with delivering Kyros's Edict - 'surrender or die'. This doesn't produce straightforward compliance.
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"...poor fellow.  I tried to give him an out.  It didn't take.  I don't think I approached it as effectively as I could have."

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"Get some Earthshakers drinking too much, and you'll hear snippets about how Cairn was always angry, never relaxed except when he was destroying the works of man."

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"I guess we know why Kyros didn't put him with the Chorus. He'd have challenged Nerat for control, and decent chance he'd have won and turned half of us to rebel with him when he turned."

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"That and y'all in the Chorus don't really have the sort of battle strategy that synergizes well with being able to raise a fortification in an instant.  ...though now that I think about it, I'm not sure how readily Cairn's Sigil would bend to that purpose; I certainly don't recall seeing that done in Azure.  I wasn't very close to the front lines, though."

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"They can't, not in an instant. In time, yes, and much faster than by hand, but slowly. Much easier and faster to break one. Their best fortifications are in the depths of the Stone Sea, where they can take a large boulder that already exists and move it to block a narrow path. I'm told their fort in Cairn's shadow is simply inaccessible until they move the walls into the crevasses and make bridges of them."

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She nods.  "That seems like it's definitely something that - makes sense, with...

"Archons being stories and Sigils being about their Archon.  ...Which is a bit terrifying, actually, to -

"I feel like I'm coming to consciously realize something that as evidenced by my own actions I must have - known, suspected, felt - all along."

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"...It's always been important, to me, to control how I'm perceived.  A way to fight on a field I instinctively understand - the field of the human mind, I suppose.  And this raises the stakes - but it's still the same game that I've been playing since I was an aspiring academic.  You might be surprised, how much the right accessory can make people believe you have useful things to say."

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"...Not even an accessory, really.  When I wanted to put myself forward as the most intelligent person in the room, I often got a bit of ink on my robes on purpose.  And it worked, too."

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Verse looks thoughtful, maybe considering the ways Nerat portrays himself to his horde.

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Barik... well, Barik is quiet. Whether he's thoughtful is a little beyond his helmet's ability to portray.

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After a few minutes of contemplation, Ophelia scores a new category of long-term planning in her diptych: Image Projection and Maintenance.

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They've been walking for a while, though, so she'll have to fill it out later.  They're almost to their destination.

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This camp is bigger. Also messier; they took the remains of an old fort, heavily damaged by the attack that felled it, and settled in, not bothering to repair anything. The one large gap has a trench dug, about five feet across and deep, filled with rusty spears and sharpened stakes. (From the smell, probably also some hellacious infection risk.) The narrow bridge in has a pair of guards flanking it; they look bored. Even from here, you can see a bunch of prisoners on poles in the center of camp; it's hard to tell from a distance how many are tied to their poles and how many are spiked on them.

Off to the side of the path, there's about a dozen Chorusers having some kind of loud argument.

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"...Well.  The work never ends."  To the argument!

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"Piss on your ship!", says an angry woman, who from the way she's standing is boss of at least some of these people. "You're green as Beast retch, Fuckwit, you don't get to lead a gang just because you conned some dumb fucks into letting you steer a boat."

"Just because I didn't punch every one of my people into submission doesn't mean I'm not as legit a boss as you. How many fights have you come out of looking good, huh? Damn sight fewer than the times I brought a crew back alive and with a haul that paid for the trip." He also has some people backing him; they're calmer, but they still have their hands near their weapons. (His is drawn, as is hers.)

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"And what is going on here," her voice cuts in.

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The woman looks over. "Nothing to concern you, Fatebinder. I'm just challenging Fuckwit to defend his right to run a gang. Chorus business."

"My name is Shivershank, and she's Quiet Shiv. I'm five times the leader she is, but she's a decent fighter herself so she wants to take my gang. Still, she's right, it's Chorus business. Best gang standing wins."

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...This is such a waste of -

Hang on, this is a waste of lives.  And that is a crime.

"Well.  So long as you don't start wasting Kyros's lives on a pissing contest, you're right that it's not my remit.  Should you start wasting lives that aren't yours to take, then I daresay I would have grounds to intervene in even internal Chorus business."

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"You won't make any friends here doing it," Verse warns, "This is Chorus law. The Strong Lead, The Weak Serve."

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"And I say his is mine to take, because he's trying to lead and he's weak shit," says Quiet Shiv.

The weapons are not any further from being drawn.

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"The weak can't serve if they're dead."

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"And if he kneels and asks to serve like the weak shit he is, he can serve. Fuck, I'll even let him run off and join somebody else's gang, if I keep his. How's it sound, Fuckwit?"

"You can go jump in the moat. Idiot bitch."

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"Five bronze on Shiv," Verse mutters.

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"If I take that bet and they both die, do I win?", replies Barik, somewhat less quietly.

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"...No bet."

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