A Gift of Blades - Revision history

Lesleymac at 09:15, 23 February 2007

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 "Seventeen!" she hissed, "and most of them acting so damned mysterious!" It was a constant source of irritation to Hsuan Lin that spies and schemers were not overt. "There has to be someone on this list that I can do something about. Hmmm..." She scanned the list quickly, and read "Overly Enthusiastic Weaver" a third of the way through the page. Hsuan Lin shrugged. "It's not the creepy, pale-skinned witch wearing black from head to toe, but whatever."
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 "Um, no, I'm not really in the market for cloth of such...vigorous...hues." The cloth in question was quite hideous, but still, the weaver's face fell. "Actually," Hsaun Lin hurried to explain, "I heard that you've been asking around about the 'Sixteenth Son'." The man's eyes went wide, and he dropped the blue and orange cloth. He glanced quickly across the marketplace, but saw no one taking a special interest in their conversation. "Let me guess," she continued. "You read his sutras, didn't you? And I assume you know something about the man who wrote them, or you wouldn't be so nervous."
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Lesleymac at 07:01, 23 February 2007

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	"Damn, that's a long list..." [[Hsuan Lin]] looked in dismay at the list she'd compiled over the past week in [[Celeren]]. Seventeen organizations and individuals given names such as "Overzealous Immaculates", "Super Creepy Lady in Black", "Pathetic Wannabe Wyld Hunt", and "Tough Old Guy that Smells like the Sea" filled a sheet of cheap paper. For just a second, she thought about crumpling the paper up, and throwing it on the fire. That might actually be of more use than what she had originally planned.		"Damn, that's a long list..." [[Hsuan Lin]] looked in dismay at the list she'd compiled over the past week in [[Celeren]]. Seventeen organizations and individuals given names such as "Overzealous Immaculates", "Super Creepy Lady in Black", "Pathetic Wannabe Wyld Hunt", and "Tough Old Guy that Smells like the Sea" filled a sheet of cheap paper. For just a second, she thought about crumpling the paper up, and throwing it on the fire. That might actually be of more use than what she had originally planned.

	She stood, and streched, muscles tired from sitting and scheming in her cramped little room on the poorer side of town. For the past few months, she had been travelling from city to city. At first, it was just because she could- and because none of the places she visited was [[Nexus]]. But eventually, the newness wore off and boredom set in. And then one day, quite by accident, she found a way to both never be bored again, and attempt to repay the [[Sapphire River at Midnight\|one]] who ~~set~~ her ~~free~~.		She stood, and streched, muscles tired from sitting and scheming in her cramped little room on the poorer side of town. For the past few months, she had been travelling from city to city. At first, it was just because she could- and because none of the places she visited was [[Nexus]]. But eventually, the newness wore off and boredom set in. And then one day, quite by accident, she found a way to both never be bored again, and attempt to repay the [[Sapphire River at Midnight\|one]] who gave her a way out.

	Thus the list.		Thus the list.

Lesleymac at 06:58, 23 February 2007

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	"Um, no, I'm not really in the market for cloth of such...vigorous...hues." The cloth in question was quite hideous, but still, the weaver's face fell. "Actually," Hsaun Lin hurried to explain, "I heard that you've been asking around about the 'Sixteenth Son'." The man's eyes went wide, and he dropped the blue and orange cloth. He glanced quickly across the marketplace, but saw no one taking a special interest in their conversation.		"Um, no, I'm not really in the market for cloth of such...vigorous...hues." The cloth in question was quite hideous, but still, the weaver's face fell. "Actually," Hsaun Lin hurried to explain, "I heard that you've been asking around about the 'Sixteenth Son'." The man's eyes went wide, and he dropped the blue and orange cloth. He glanced quickly across the marketplace, but saw no one taking a special interest in their conversation. "Let me guess," she continued. "You read his sutras, didn't you? And I assume you know something about the man who wrote them, or you wouldn't be so nervous."

			For just a moment,the man's gaze was piercing. But then, as he realized that she was definately an outsider very laconically discussing anathema, he relaxed a little. "What is your interest in The Teacher?" he asked suspiciously.

			Hsuan Lin was only slightly surprised by [[Nameless Ravine]]'s new name. "I am an ally of the Solars of Marukan. I don't want to see your interest in the Nameless Ravine cause him trouble. Also, you haven't been especially cautious in the way you ask after him. People are starting to notice. The wrong people would think nothing of crushing you to strike at him." The weaver's face paled, as if he had not fully considered this possibility.

			He hung his head. "I should have been more careful...but I just had to know more!" When he looked up, Hsuan Lin was momentarily taken aback by the fervent look burning in his eyes. "He writes with such wisdom, such passion! And the letters themselves are beautiful beyond anything else I have ever seen!" He lowered his voice still further and added, "There are many of us in this town that have seen, and are no longer content to blindly follow the dead rules of the immaculate order."

			"...ok. Well. Um. Yes. How about this: I will send a letter of your composition to the Nameless Ravine, that he might...ah...illuminate you more fully...but in return you've got to stop asking around about him and act like the subversive '''''secret''''' society you are. Deal?"

			The man practically wept as he agreed. "I will need time to preprare this letter. It must be perfect. Perfect! Can you return here this afternoon?" Hsuan Lin nodded. "Bless you; bless you," he murmured as he hastily closed up shop.

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Lesleymac at 04:46, 23 February 2007

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	"Damn, that's a long list..." [[Hsuan Lin]] looked in dismay at the list she'd compiled over the past week in [[Celeren]]. Seventeen organizations and individuals given names such as "Overzealous Immaculates", "Super Creepy Lady in Black", "Pathetic Wannabe Wyld Hunt", and "Tough Old Guy that Smells like the Sea" filled a sheet of cheap paper. For just a second, she thought about crumpling the paper up, and throwing it on the fire. That might actually be ~~more~~ of more use than what she had originally planned.		"Damn, that's a long list..." [[Hsuan Lin]] looked in dismay at the list she'd compiled over the past week in [[Celeren]]. Seventeen organizations and individuals given names such as "Overzealous Immaculates", "Super Creepy Lady in Black", "Pathetic Wannabe Wyld Hunt", and "Tough Old Guy that Smells like the Sea" filled a sheet of cheap paper. For just a second, she thought about crumpling the paper up, and throwing it on the fire. That might actually be of more use than what she had originally planned.

	She stood, and streched, muscles tired from sitting and scheming in her cramped little room on the poorer side of town. For the past few months, she had been travelling from city to city. At first, it was just because she could- and because none of the places she visited was [[Nexus]]. But eventually, the newness wore off and boredom set in. And then one day, quite by accident, she found a way to both never be bored again, and attempt to repay the [[Sapphire River at Midnight\|one]] who set her free.		She stood, and streched, muscles tired from sitting and scheming in her cramped little room on the poorer side of town. For the past few months, she had been travelling from city to city. At first, it was just because she could- and because none of the places she visited was [[Nexus]]. But eventually, the newness wore off and boredom set in. And then one day, quite by accident, she found a way to both never be bored again, and attempt to repay the [[Sapphire River at Midnight\|one]] who set her free.
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	Thus the list.		Thus the list.

	On some level, she knew, it was a hopeless gesture. Solars have power to challenge even the gods. And they do. [[Storm of Amber\|Some of them]] quite regularly. And that kind of power, so effortlessly wielded, seems to attract mighty opposition: abyssals, lunars, dragon-bloods, demons, elementals, gods, ghosts, '''other solars'''; you name it. Against most of these, Hsuan Lin knew she could do nothing. But... if the ghost was not the ghost of an ancient lunar she could possibly beat it; if the god was one of the innumerable small gods, she would have a chance. And what about the boring everyday people (both villainous and virtuous) who didn't have sense enough not to get involved in the Solar's affairs? Such power as the Solars command would be demeaned if wasted on these small concerns.		On some level, she knew, it was a hopeless gesture. Solars have power to challenge even the gods. And they do. [[Storm of Amber\|Some of them]] quite regularly. And that kind of power, so effortlessly wielded, seems to attract mighty opposition: abyssals, lunars, dragon-bloods, demons, elementals, gods, ghosts, ''other solars''; you name it. Against most of these, Hsuan Lin knew she could do nothing. But... if the ghost was not the ghost of an ancient lunar she could possibly beat it; if the god was one of the innumerable small gods, she would have a chance. And what about the boring everyday people (both villainous and virtuous) who didn't have sense enough not to get involved in the Solar's affairs? Such power as the Solars command would be demeaned if wasted on these small concerns.

	So Hsuan Lin kept her ear to the ground, hoarding gossip the way that some people hoard gold, and eventually the list took shape. So far, in most of the places she had stopped, there was no real reason to write things down, either because nothing sinister was going on, or because there was no one at her level to oppose. Celeren, though, was different.		So Hsuan Lin kept her ear to the ground, hoarding gossip the way that some people hoard gold, and eventually the list took shape. So far, in most of the places she had stopped, there was no real reason to write things down, either because nothing sinister was going on, or because there was no one at her level to oppose. Celeren, though, was different.

Lesleymac at 04:42, 23 February 2007

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	"Damn, that's a long list..." [[Hsuan Lin]] looked in dismay at the list she'd compiled over the past week in [[Celeren]]. Seventeen organizations and individuals given names such as "Overzealous Immaculates", "Super Creepy Lady in Black", "Pathetic Wannabe Wyld Hunt", and "Tough Old Guy that Smells like the Sea" filled a sheet of cheap paper. For just a second, she thought about crumpling the paper up, and throwing it on the fire. That might actually be more of more use than what she had originally planned.		"Damn, that's a long list..." [[Hsuan Lin]] looked in dismay at the list she'd compiled over the past week in [[Celeren]]. Seventeen organizations and individuals given names such as "Overzealous Immaculates", "Super Creepy Lady in Black", "Pathetic Wannabe Wyld Hunt", and "Tough Old Guy that Smells like the Sea" filled a sheet of cheap paper. For just a second, she thought about crumpling the paper up, and throwing it on the fire. That might actually be more of more use than what she had originally planned.

	She stood, and streched, muscles tired from sitting and scheming in her cramped little room on the poorer side of town. For the past few months, she had been travelling from ~~town~~ to ~~town~~. At first, it was just because she could- and because none of the places she visited was [[Nexus]]. But eventually, the newness wore off and boredom set in. And then one day, quite by accident, she found a way to both never be bored again, and attempt to repay the [[Sapphire River at Midnight\|one]] who set her free.		She stood, and streched, muscles tired from sitting and scheming in her cramped little room on the poorer side of town. For the past few months, she had been travelling from city to city. At first, it was just because she could- and because none of the places she visited was [[Nexus]]. But eventually, the newness wore off and boredom set in. And then one day, quite by accident, she found a way to both never be bored again, and attempt to repay the [[Sapphire River at Midnight\|one]] who set her free.

	Thus the list.		Thus the list.

			On some level, she knew, it was a hopeless gesture. Solars have power to challenge even the gods. And they do. [[Storm of Amber\|Some of them]] quite regularly. And that kind of power, so effortlessly wielded, seems to attract mighty opposition: abyssals, lunars, dragon-bloods, demons, elementals, gods, ghosts, '''other solars'''; you name it. Against most of these, Hsuan Lin knew she could do nothing. But... if the ghost was not the ghost of an ancient lunar she could possibly beat it; if the god was one of the innumerable small gods, she would have a chance. And what about the boring everyday people (both villainous and virtuous) who didn't have sense enough not to get involved in the Solar's affairs? Such power as the Solars command would be demeaned if wasted on these small concerns.

			So Hsuan Lin kept her ear to the ground, hoarding gossip the way that some people hoard gold, and eventually the list took shape. So far, in most of the places she had stopped, there was no real reason to write things down, either because nothing sinister was going on, or because there was no one at her level to oppose. Celeren, though, was different.

			"Seventeen!" she hissed, "and most of them acting so damned mysterious!" It was a constant source of irritation to Hsuan Lin that spies and schemers were not overt. "There has to be someone on this list that I can do something about. Hmmm..." She scanned the list quickly, and read "Overly Enthusiastic Weaver" a third of the way through the page. Hsuan Lin shrugged. "It's not the creepy, pale-skinned witch wearing black from head to toe, but whatever."

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			"Um, no, I'm not really in the market for cloth of such...vigorous...hues." The cloth in question was quite hideous, but still, the weaver's face fell. "Actually," Hsaun Lin hurried to explain, "I heard that you've been asking around about the 'Sixteenth Son'." The man's eyes went wide, and he dropped the blue and orange cloth. He glanced quickly across the marketplace, but saw no one taking a special interest in their conversation.



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Lesleymac at 01:34, 23 February 2007

2007-02-23T01:34:07Z

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"Damn, that's a long list..." [[Hsuan Lin]] looked in dismay at the list she'd compiled over the past week in [[Celeren]]. Seventeen organizations and individuals given names such as "Overzealous Immaculates", "Super Creepy Lady in Black", "Pathetic Wannabe Wyld Hunt", and "Tough Old Guy that Smells like the Sea" filled a sheet of cheap paper. For just a second, she thought about crumpling the paper up, and throwing it on the fire. That might actually be more of more use than what she had originally planned.

She stood, and streched, muscles tired from sitting and scheming in her cramped little room on the poorer side of town. For the past few months, she had been travelling from town to town. At first, it was just because she could- and because none of the places she visited was [[Nexus]]. But eventually, the newness wore off and boredom set in. And then one day, quite by accident, she found a way to both never be bored again, and attempt to repay the [[Sapphire River at Midnight|one]] who set her free.

Thus the list.

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