Alabaster: The Doomed Session - BACK FROM THE DEAD IN 2023

Chapter 5





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In a half-immersed hive far away from the shores...



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A powerful, athletic, richly-clothed troll stands in her respiteblock. It just so happens that today, the 6th bilunar perigee of the 5th dark season's equinox, is the day of this young troll's destruction.



Enter name.



Your name is AUSIRA HEKATE.

Flowing through your veins is nearly the richest blood the hemospectrum has to offer, penultimate on the scale. As such, you are a SEA DWELLER, a sub-race of troll distinct from the commoners by mutation and habitat, a caste which rules over the entire species.

You bathe and gloat in the glory of your species, and you always make sure that in your surroundings, every cast behaves according to their rank and quality. From violet to burgundy, they are all parts of the beauty of the strongest space nation, the Empire bound to conquer every star and every planet.

You hold a fascination for FINE ARTS and all facets of CLASSIC AESTHETICS. It made you closer to some sensitive individual of the lowest blood than to other creatures of the highest castes, for often your fellow purple-veined companions can lack refinement. Particularly the fashion-endeared Vamuin Ikenga, whose antics are as demeaning as they are enraging.

You are especially skilled in PAINTING and POTTERY, but you train in all kinds of artistic activities. You also dive into HUNTING and SPORTS with a passion, making sure to offer the best performance possible in each physical field into which you venture.

Your trolltag is upbraidersRage and when.ever yʘu spe.ak, yʘu alwa.ys ma.ke a pʘint.



Ausira: Examine HORN ORNAMENTATION.



Your hive is full of refined decoration crafted by your Skylpe contact unsettlingMerchant. He often has trouble obtaining new material, so he cannot satisfy all of your requests... But a new party is coming. And after every party, the Artisan receives a delivery of new material.

You receive an invitation for every party, but you never come, for unsettlingMerchant is a rust blood and you do not endorse his delusions of grandeur.



Ausira: Examine EXQUISITE PAINTING.



Beauty... magnificence...

Your favorite painting is THE HIGHBLOOD FIGHTING HIS LUSUS TO THE DEATH, but you must admit DECAPITATEBALL CHAMPION FACING A MUSCLEBEAST is a close second.
You have countless other masterpieces, masterfully wrought scenes sublimating everything the Empire’s culture hold precious and sacred, but you spent a lot of money on those two and wasted numerous sleepless days contemplating them.

Ah... Decapitateball Champion...



Ausira: Look at the INFERIOR SURFACE DWELLER NEWS.





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Another noble framed by the populace. When will your people remember their values? When will such oppression of the rich be stopped?



Why look at INFERIOR SURFACE DWELLER NEWS when you can read SUPERIOR SEA DWELLER NEWS.



Finally some quality information.



Exposit on the HEIR APPARENT.



You personally do not like this prominent figure of the Nautical Aristocracy. It is rumoured that Feferi Peixes is reluctant towards the most fundamental aspects of politics, such as culling, large industrial companies, leaving the mother planet to children, culling, bloodism, culling, military conquest, culling and culling.

Such a feeble-minded individual cannot possibly hope to lead the Empire to further glory.

If she ever reaches the throne, you and the rest of the nobility will support her, of course. No matter her political divergences with the current statu quo, your loyalty cannot be questioned. You will surround her. Help to relieve her thinkpan from the most prosaic matters, with delicious drugs or other distractions worthy of her rank. Gentry will not let vulgar judgments and legislation sully the Heir’s hands, and her every order will be interpreted judiciously.



Sixth troll.



You cannot be PAST SECTRA because she's taking pics for Ophiuchus the Great!



Be the child.



You cannot be the child because the child is a canon character. Even an entire sweep before his adventure truly begins, he is outside your control.

This anonymous wriggler may possibly have a partially non-tragical life one of these days, after all.



Ausira: Hear noise.



Well, what is this? It seems something crashed on the roof.

What will you do?