Pulse of the Imperium

She pays attention to her Mistress, trying to learn all she can, in the quiet perceptive way of servants. Here is the Average Perception w/ Setback at any point of the conversation I believe I did this correctly. She has cunning 3, perception 1. Let me know if I my dice use is not right! [Average Pe...

"Lady Salomea was there, and did not speak against it. She was encouraging, though careful to not say anything that would make it official, or done on her behalf." "I can invite Lady Grey to speak to you at a time of your choosing and convenience." "In truth, I think she only wanted to help. Like me...

Like their leader? She thought about that. "Lady Grey is the highest ranking. She seems decisive and engaged. She is interested in investigating what happened." "Whoever did this ... They are an enemy likely to the alliance of Hagal, Atreides, and Mutelli. Someone who wants the legitimacy of House P...

"No, I could not understand any of the words. But ..." she concentrated, thinking. "The only thing I noticed was the conversation between the Reverend Mother and the one named Laila. Perhaps this is artifice? But, while the words were gibberish, Laila seemed pretty relaxed. Laughing at one point. Fa...

"Our people have rituals. The same ones that taught me. Maybe if we organized a public mourning, in the Zensunni style, the grief would sound but the joy-finding would too. Do their families know? Is there a need to find them to send word?" She pauses, organizing her thoughts for her report. "Let's ...

Nirilli gently touched the sling that wrapped her arm, and the bandages around her hand. "It's not bad, Mistress. I got help to care for it from Hadrian and then the Sisters in the garden. I think their healing salves must be very potent." "It is kind of you to ask after me. I was glad for the chanc...

NIrilli bowed to all present and quietly departed, to make her way to the Archon.

When Nirilli approached the Archon's palatial section, she'd notice guards being posted by the entrance, something not practised often since she had started serving Irene. Nirilli approached the guards and bowed low. They would recognize her, she assumed. Nirilli was the sort who knew guards by nam...

Nirilli's answer did not appear to be received well by Shinah. "I would have answers." She repeated, in a tone to suggest she was thinking aloud. (Is there anything I'm not picking up on in this exchange? I think I'm narratively at an end point here and am covering ground already covered.) Nirilli ...

"Perhaps there will be time to meet this bakka when upon we travel to these villages." Shinah's tone suggested this was more of a planned certainty than mere idle speculation. "I am..." A pause. "Curious. I would have answers." Nirilli smiled. "I'm sure you would be welcome to come with us. You see...

"I see." Shinah replied with a degree of reverent awe. Truly, the Missionaria has done its work here. Shinah thought to herself, carefully keeping her features unreadable. "And you sing the same songs as these bakka. Are you to succeed them someday, carrying forward the burden they carry now?" "I h...

“The bakka – the weeper who mourns for all mankind – has filled the marshes of Harmonthep from her weeping. May it not drown today." "She..." she hesitated and then dropped her voice to a whisper. “The weeper cries because there is imbalance. La, la, la, she cries. She cries because the wanderers su...

Shinah had erred. Self-castigation would have to wait, but she recognized at that moment that she was out of practice when it came to conducting interviews with those outside of the Sisterhood. Firstly, there was often little productive reason to play the "good cop" among a group of hyper-aware fem...

Unfortunately, the source of the poem - and any meaning that may have had - was lost upon Shinah. Still, she took in Nirilli's words. Her fervor was certainly commendable. Truly, the Missionaria had done their work here. Sparing a glance over to Cuyler's direction, Shinah asked, "On what basis woul...

Shinah considered Nirilli's words. Love? What could an animal know of love? She considered the poem recited. Was something perhaps there? Regardless, as her mind clicked away at the new information, Shinah split her conscious focus back to the subject of her interview. "Quite a poem, Nirilli. Lamen...

Nirilli's explanation didn't make much sense to Shinah at that precise moment in time, but if there's anything her years with the Sisterhood had taught her, it was that nonsensical things at the moment had an ability to tessellate out to something much greater than initially expected. Sometimes, un...

"No," she shook her head. "Or not here, anyway." "He spends time there. He walks the streets. He listens and learns. Isn't that remarkable? I wish I could visit. He lives there, he said. Half here, half there. Have you ever heard of such a thing? He doesn't know how it happens. Only that it does." H...

"Pankratos." Shinah dove in directly. Shinah was not unlike the expected image of a sister of the Bene Gesserit order: a simple, flowing black garment, a hand-woven veil, a knowing expression vacillating measuredly to disapproval. The look suggested austerity and somberness of a type more befitting...

And on her way she was. Breaking from Cordana's orbit, Shinah crossed over to the vicinity of the slave girl. "Nirilli, was it not?" Shinah asked the factually unnecessary, but socially expected, question. The beginning was, of course, a delicate thing. Even, especially, if it wasn't truly the begi...

Holding her composure, Shinah inclined her head towards the Reverend Mother in reference to her admonishment. "Yes, of course. I will do so." Turning to look at the others about the garden, Shinah continued as her veiled gaze settled on Nirilli. "I believe I have a way." Nirilli watched as the Sist...