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9.67 (Pt. 1)

Most mentioned character

87 mentions

Erin Solstice

Most mentioned class

20 mentions

[Innkeeper]

Most mentioned skill

11 mentions

[Garden of Sanctuary]

Most mentioned spell

9 mentions

[Greater Teleport]

Most mentioned location

55 mentions

Khelt

Mentions

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Name	Text
Rémi	Rémi Canada stood in his dark newspaper company, surrounded by scrying orbs that all showed the same thing: nothing.
Terandria	Or if they had something, it was a broadcaster in Terandria apologizing for the delays.
[Lord]	“—Esteemed [Lords] and [Ladies] of the broadcast…”
[Lady]	“—Esteemed [Lords] and [Ladies] of the broadcast…”
Terandria	His title was ‘Esquire Vinovam’, not his actual rank or class. Terandria was a funny place. The man put on a nobleman’s air and always opened with that. [Lords] and [Ladies]. A way to show due deference to the nobility who watched as well as make commonfolk feel important.
[Lord]	His title was ‘Esquire Vinovam’, not his actual rank or class. Terandria was a funny place. The man put on a nobleman’s air and always opened with that. [Lords] and [Ladies]. A way to show due deference to the nobility who watched as well as make commonfolk feel important.
[Lady]	His title was ‘Esquire Vinovam’, not his actual rank or class. Terandria was a funny place. The man put on a nobleman’s air and always opened with that. [Lords] and [Ladies]. A way to show due deference to the nobility who watched as well as make commonfolk feel important.
Rémi	Rémi had talked with him twice, and the man had been actually very cordial. Everything about him was an act. Esquire was a knightly term; it had nothing to do with nobility, but he was a common man and needed some pretense.
Terandria	“That is—Your Majesties of Terandria.”
Rémi	Rémi read [Message] scrolls, writing fast. In another part of the small publishing house, his [Editor] and [Printers]—a crew of six who put out the Chandrar International—were trying to get information. The man’s lips moved as he spoke, pale-faced.
[Message]	Rémi read [Message] scrolls, writing fast. In another part of the small publishing house, his [Editor] and [Printers]—a crew of six who put out the Chandrar International—were trying to get information. The man’s lips moved as he spoke, pale-faced.
[Editor]	Rémi read [Message] scrolls, writing fast. In another part of the small publishing house, his [Editor] and [Printers]—a crew of six who put out the Chandrar International—were trying to get information. The man’s lips moved as he spoke, pale-faced.
[Printer]	Rémi read [Message] scrolls, writing fast. In another part of the small publishing house, his [Editor] and [Printers]—a crew of six who put out the Chandrar International—were trying to get information. The man’s lips moved as he spoke, pale-faced.
Chandrar	Rémi read [Message] scrolls, writing fast. In another part of the small publishing house, his [Editor] and [Printers]—a crew of six who put out the Chandrar International—were trying to get information. The man’s lips moved as he spoke, pale-faced.
Terandria	All of Terandria had to be watching.
Rémi	The world was in an information blackout. Rémi likewise. Mage’s Guilds—down. News networks scrambling. Now, ironically, everyone was turning to the few pillars of old news.
[Spy]	[Spies]. [Informants]. And Rémi himself.
[Informant]	[Spies]. [Informants]. And Rémi himself.
Rémi	[Spies]. [Informants]. And Rémi himself.
Erin Solstice	A dead god is attacking one of my people, a young woman from Earth, Erin Solstice.
Rémi	Can’t publish that. The truth was unethical. What a strange thought. Rémi tried to focus.
Liscor	Wistram attacked. Liscor embattled. Terandrian fleet’s fate unknown.
Rémi	That was how you did it. Big, bold letters. As many reports as he could verify by the time the sun rose. He was waiting on the Mage’s Guild representative in the local city, a statement from Wistram…but Rémi was working on another piece.
Erin Solstice	Erin Solstice is Dead. No…he tried again, writing it down. The [Printers] were using a primitive press, but they could still churn out countless copies when they made the wooden letters move.
[Printer]	Erin Solstice is Dead. No…he tried again, writing it down. The [Printers] were using a primitive press, but they could still churn out countless copies when they made the wooden letters move.