[HQ Ignorance] Scene 103: The White Moon Revolutionaries

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> Like many an old soldier Aalmon treats the boring lecture as a perfect
> opportunity to stock up on food, not knowing when he would next have the
> chance.

Indeed, this is the opportunity. Aalmon has plenty of opportunity to stock
up. The food is rustic, but plentiful. Certainly more than you would expect
from a quick look around the village. You suspect that they are providing
beyond - or at least stretching - their means.

> He listens to the comments and questions of Res Publica while munching
> away and sometime stuffing one of the more durable looking pieces of
> food into his saddlebags.

They have long-lasting "Mooncakes"

> when chaos does its part by turning back on itself. In the meantime
> should you send emissaries to the chaos army? I cannot stay to guide you
> so all I can say is that the part that chaos plays in remaking the world
> into a peaceful one is not like the part that others play, chaos is
> contrary and its role in this may be that it must try to cause horror
> and destruction for the opposite to be created."

"We understand your needs, Far Rider", says Res Publica. "But your guidance
*will* be sought - we can communicate with the lightning doves of peace."

"This a burden which you must bear. The Chaos armies of Dorastor march
towards the Risklands and beyond. The broo rape and infect as they go. The
stubborn Orlanthi prepare to war."

"Yet, a touch of Chaos - just a little - has always been part of our faith.
Your advice on this will be critical to the future of Peloria, and perhaps
beyond."

> "As for the others do not confuse peace with a mere lack of war, any
> more than you would think that light is the same as a mere absence of
> darkness."

OOC: Nice. Very Gloranthan.

> If the swords are not dripping blood in the South right now
> then that is good time to make peace but it must still be made. That
> truce sounds like the sort of thing Jareena would do but you cannot rely
> on her still being there to answer every hot-head, I think she will have
> moved on by now. In the Redlands the Empire mistook a truce for peace
> for too long and now the price will be paid, it was never anything more
> than the truce of a bitter and defeated foe waiting to re-gather their
> strength and for the time to be right. In the Redlands the task will be
> all the harder because a warriors blood runs hot in the midst of battle.
> If you try to stand between the warring sides both will cut you down for
> your interference, seek out those who might be willing to walk the path
> of peace that lets men accept that others have their place in the world
> without being conquered. Make them your allies before you take any other
> action."

> "Unless you have a friendly moon-boat captain nearby I think it is
> almost time for me to try to open the paths across the stars to try to
> rejoin the others of my group.

Alas, the Moonboats are not available to us. They are only for the most
loyal - or I should say myopic - of the Red Goddesses servants. They travel
by red moonbeams!

(http://rpgreview.net/mob/moonboat.html)

> By now they will be either in the city of
> Lei Tabor or close to it, so once more I will have to cross the greater
> part of Genertela. Oh well, I should be used to it by now. I doubt if I
> will  be able to stay in contact, unless you could show me how those
> doves of yours travel so far and so fast."

Res Publica smiles. "Once I was a merchant, and rapid communication was
always a benefit. When I joined the White Moon movement, it was a relatively
simple task to adopt the magic. If you wish to send a message, please tell me
to whom and where to. Lei Tabor? I have never heard of that city."

"And if you wish to learn the magic, I can train you..."

OOC: White Dove Messangers is the name of the spell, part of White Moon
subcult
of Lunar Magic. Uses standard distance modifier to Ability rating. For
each -1
to Ability due to time of travel, +1 can be added to distance.