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A trip into the Deralian Hinterland
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| Paul-Gemmell | Date: Wednesday, 20 Oct 2010, 11:21 AM | Message # 1 |
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| Wandering through the Deralian Hinterland, Paul Gemmell, a nephew to the well known Imperial Advisor came upon the walls of Ravens Gate after weeks trek. With him was his.. companion, a Deralian woman brought up on Coruscant named Fanta Cola. He was also accompanied by his loyal viper probe droid named "+ER" which held in its claws their baggage as it hovered above the ground. Paul hadn't seen the city on the map (although in fact he was quite lost, since he was actually navigating on the basis of a map of Tatooine) and so was astonished to come across it, knocking on the nearest gate he could find and begining a serenade on his trusty lute to help get the people within's attention. "Transmit our coordinates +ER! This is confusing indeed, make sure we have a good holo video of this, we may indeed be discovering a new city. I wonder if it knows of the blessings of our Empire, it is indeed of primative design!" he said examining the walls as +ER began to film and broadcast the footage back to Paul's Yacht in Orbit. Fanta Cola simply tossed her hair and opened the lid of her soda with a crisp fizz, putting it to her pouting lips and feeling the cool fluid flow inside of her waiting moist passage, giving her infinate pleasure from its hydration.
Paul Gemmell
Lieutenant, IntCon, Internal Organization Bureau, Imperial Intelligence
Poet
Player of Lutes
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| Titus_Veritas | Date: Sunday, 24 Oct 2010, 6:07 PM | Message # 2 |
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| ((Placeholder for a post by 10 pm CST today) Added (24 Oct 2010, 7:07 PM)
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((Make that midnight for this one))
Viceroy Titus Veritas, House Veritas
Consul of the House of Lords
Former Senator of Deralia and the Tammuz Sector (50 BBY - 30 BBY, 18 BBY - 10 BBY)
Former Chairman of the Imperial Senate Defense Committee (18 BBY - 10 BBY)
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| Paul-Gemmell | Date: Monday, 25 Oct 2010, 8:12 PM | Message # 3 |
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| Aaand you missed it. And 24 hours since your powercut excuse, and there were no recorded powercuts in Illinois online today)) Paul Gemmell sighed as there was no reply, smiling affably, maybe his music had charmed them. Instead he decided to take a direct approach. "+ER! Pick me up if you will and carry me over the wall! Sorry Fanta, I'l be back in a minute." The Droid then put down the baggage its manipulators held, and picked Paul up and took him flying to the other side of the gate, as he flew gently through the air he began to pluck his lute in a gentle tune with +ER adding the chanting and backing music. As he landed he smiled affably, although becoming sad as he saw the squalid and backward conditions within the fortress walls and seeing the poor people kept in the primative past by tradition. He walked further in, plucking another tune on his lute as he wept to see the fate of the people, the poor beknighted people of Deralia. He screamed with rage and fell to his knees, weeping at the horror of it all, where people would die of basic bacterial infactions, when bacta was available. Looking up he signalled for +ER to begin an angry drum piece to set the scene as he stood and approached the nearest person who seemed to be in authority. All the while +ER kept transmitting a holo of events to Pauls Yacht for his Vlog.
Paul Gemmell
Lieutenant, IntCon, Internal Organization Bureau, Imperial Intelligence
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| Ravenna_Cultist | Date: Thursday, 28 Oct 2010, 5:21 PM | Message # 4 |
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| Within the fortress walls, sat, what many would barely call a city. It was more of a collection of smal villages, with small spaces of land between them, all aurrounding a large citadel that was built within the mountain. Around the citadel, sat twelve temples, around which each village was built. The people of the city milled about their normal lives, and had ignored Paul, as they did not understand his language. As he walked in to his side, there would two of the warriors of the city, surrounded by other warriors, ready to fight each other in a sparring match. There was plenty of commotion in the area, as chanting and drum beats could be heard. As he come into the city, the locals avoided him at all cost, and feared him. From out of the quickly dispersing crowd, however, a man walked towards him, and would not let him wander unguided for long. This man was a Ravenna Cultist, a group who kept vigil over Raven's Keep, protected it and its natives, and looked after anyone who wandered in. He walked towards Paul, who was crying, and spoke to him. "You are not from around here... nor are you Deralian. What is your name and purpose here?" he asked, keeping hand on his sword's pommel should this become a violent altercation.
Message edited by Ravenna_Cultist - Thursday, 28 Oct 2010, 5:26 PM |
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| Paul-Gemmell | Date: Thursday, 28 Oct 2010, 5:41 PM | Message # 5 |
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| Upon realising he had walked into a fortress containing what could be better described as a "gay fetish convention", of e sort which his prominent uncle was rumoured to Favour with such alacrity... He rolled his eyes and attempted to stifle a laugh as the figure approached him in his comedic costume. "I suppose you're the "master" of all these "subs"" he said casting his arm around to indicate the profligate number of what appeared to be very unrepentantly homosexual men. "Woah there!" he said as the dressed up monk reached for his "sword" ... He had heard of the perverted ways popularised by religion... Especially towards young men such as himself. "Yeah... I'm not into your whole.. Scene... You've got going here.. I suppose you want to stick your "big hard sword" into my "young flesh"?"
Paul Gemmell
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| Ravenna_Cultist | Date: Saturday, 30 Oct 2010, 7:11 PM | Message # 6 |
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| While not visible, the monk had a quizzical look on his face. This man went from crying to apparently laughing. His speech was even more curious. At this point he was beginning to assume the man was insane. "What is a sub? What scene? There is no act of theater occurring at this moment; and you will not receive the blade of my sword unless you become violent. More importantly, you have not answered my question..." he responded, unchanged in his stance.
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| Paul-Gemmell | Date: Sunday, 31 Oct 2010, 2:29 AM | Message # 7 |
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| "Im Paul Gemmell! Troubadour, poet and notorious lover" he realised his words "not your sort though... I'm good at love with women... Not such a fan of men...." he said pointedly indicating he didn't want the monk's sword in him. He gestured at the obviously religious buildings "just so you know... You're deluding yourself with this religious nonsense... You would do better to build sewers and flowing water instead of temples" He then began a speech from the "Imperial Book of Reason" "I come here to ask you to cast aside your "faith" Believers use the word "faith," which is simply...hope and trust. It means believing something is true because you hope it is true. It is making that step to "trust" something is true, with absolutely no evidence, and then grasping for anything that can be interpreted as evidence, such as coincidences or one's own feelings. Since there is no evidence for a God, believers are supposed to have faith that one exists. Yet they would not use that same blind faith as a guide to reality in any other aspect of their life; they would be called naive and irresponsible. We believe things in everyday life because there are reasons or evidence for believing them. We all make normal daily choices based on rational thinking. Relying on faith means turning off that rational thinking, ignoring facts, for the sake of a fantasy. It is to believe in spite of no evidence.
Paul Gemmell
Lieutenant, IntCon, Internal Organization Bureau, Imperial Intelligence
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Player of Lutes
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| Ravenna_Cultist | Date: Wednesday, 03 Nov 2010, 4:26 PM | Message # 8 |
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| The monk eased, and listened to Gemmell's words. He shook his head. "This is something that outlanders do not understand. We are happy here, and comfortable in this life. We do not want another lifestyle. We do not want interference. We merely wish to live our lives here in the manner that we do. And why do you ask us to change? What is wrong with living in a manner we wish? Why do you ask us to cast aside our faith for our Gods? What is wrong with believing in such?" he asked him.
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| Paul-Gemmell | Date: Friday, 05 Nov 2010, 11:10 AM | Message # 9 |
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| "Well, under Moff Levi's new taxation scheme you will have many taxes to pay, and wasting time sparring does not help with that.. It is unpatriotic and evil to live in your lifestyle, you do not produce anything worthwhile, you do not contribute to the Emperor's mighty economy. Your faith in the gods is faith to constructions who are not approved by COMPNOR, instead of your most legitimate and worshipful Emperor. Your faith is dangerous, because it represents loyalty to someone other than your rightful Lord. Who do you hold your loyalty to? Monk? The Rightful Emperor Palpatine?"
Paul Gemmell
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| Ravenna_Cultist | Date: Tuesday, 09 Nov 2010, 11:35 AM | Message # 10 |
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| "Taxes apply to those with an income, and we do not have such. We may not produce anything for outsiders, but nor do we take away. Our faith may not be approved by this COMPNOR of yours, nor do we worship this Galactic Emperor... our loyalty is not to one man. How is this dangerous other than not going with the conformity of others?
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| Paul-Gemmell | Date: Tuesday, 16 Nov 2010, 8:19 PM | Message # 11 |
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| "Read the Legislation.. Your work and labour are taxable." he looked appauled at the mans words as he heard him decry the Emperor "Pledge your allegiance to the Emperor, and his successors and representatives now, Cur!" Added (16 Nov 2010, 9:19 PM)
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The man stood silent, simply staring mindlessly at him, obviously being insolent in his refusal to pledge allegiance to the Empire. "+ER! Away! We shall report this anti-Imperial Cult to the Governor!" he then backflipped into the air and was caught by the probe droid, who lifted him into the air and carried him up into the air. On his lute he struck up a version of a classic tune as he skimmed away from the evil cult's fort. Fanta Cola, forgotten, ran after him as he skimmed down the valley away towards civilization.
Paul Gemmell
Lieutenant, IntCon, Internal Organization Bureau, Imperial Intelligence
Poet
Player of Lutes
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