[muffled spooky scary skeletons playing in the distance]

[geonomy]

Who: You! Me! Everybody!
Broadcast: idk but we've sure got a pretty broad cast of folks eh, eh
Action: HECK YEAH PLANET MINGLE
When: 10/7 until plot update or recaptcha

It's a deep, deep forest filled to the brim with fungi, mysterious life forms, and pitch black darkness. Explore if you dare and discover all these things and more! Just don't get lost...

Comments

[avocadoatlaw]

What else do you think I'm doing in an alien forest?

So tell me about wizards.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ She raises an eyebrow. ]

Wizards are wizards. What do you expect me to say?

[avocadoatlaw]

No idea. I assume it means they use magic? Real magic?

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Her tone is heavily sarcastic. ]

As opposed to non-real magic? Yes.

[avocadoatlaw]

Hey, I told you this is new to me. I'm just trying to separate fact from fiction.

[revengeofthemordsith]

Hmm.

[ She relents a little. ] There aren't many powerful wizards around. You require a lot of talent and knowledge. As for the rules, I do not know what they are. I repel magic myself.

[avocadoatlaw]

Repel? Like physically? `

[revengeofthemordsith]

In a manner of speaking, yes. I have to want to repel it in order to work.

[avocadoatlaw]

I'm assuming that's not a common skill.

[revengeofthemordsith]

It is not. Only Mord'Sith can possess such an ability.

[avocadoatlaw]

Is that a title?

[ Matt shakes his head and smiles. ]

Stop me if this is getting personal, it's just fascinating.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ She shrugs. ] I keep no secrets.

It is a title for a group of women who serve Lord Rahl. Enforcers, assassins . . . whatever term that makes sense to you.

[avocadoatlaw]

You're an assassin?

[ It's a statement more than a question. ]

[revengeofthemordsith]

I was. My new master doesn't allow for such things anymore.

[avocadoatlaw]

[ Matt appreciates the honesty, and is glad for the answer. ]

And now you're here. That's quite a life.

[revengeofthemordsith]

It is a life. I cannot complain.

[ And complaining would scandalize her. Cara takes all comers, all truths like she does with everything in life: with brutal efficiency. ]

[avocadoatlaw]

I think being taken into space against your will buys you a little bit of complaining.

[revengeofthemordsith]

And yet, they've done little except subject us to terrible food.

[avocadoatlaw]

I've heard stories of mind control. Was that exaggerated?

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ She pauses. ]

The man I spoke to said no. But I have not seen any signs of it.

[avocadoatlaw]

Same. It's one of the reasons I'm out here. So I have more to go on than stories.

[revengeofthemordsith]

And what stories have you heard?

[avocadoatlaw]

Well, one of them was about a planet with raptors.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Her expression is blank. ]

I do not know what that is.

[avocadoatlaw]

Dinosaurs. Or, that's what I was told.