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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: For the Colony! [SG]
« on: April 19, 2016, 03:49:51 pm »
You quickly grab a few of your important Science Role things and follow the Guard Roles to the Royal Entrance. You know the thought of a non-combat arms Role having audience with the Queen disgusts them, as if the mere thought of such has a taste. After ten minutes of walking, you admire the grand double-doors before you, shining in brick and metals salvaged from the Surface.
"This one is clean", one of the guards spit. Upon walking through the open doors, the sight that awaited you wasn't as grand as you'd thought. Perhaps this is one of the Royals' spare rooms or old nurseries?
You catch sight of her. Of Her. Your Queen, mother, and god. The very heart and source of the Colony! Her beauty is indescribable. You're almost sure she makes a mistake when you catch yourself and realise she hasn't yet spoken to you, and two guards stand idle a few yards behind you.
"Leave us", she orders. They want to protest, but alas cannot. Her Crown Cohort -- special protectors of the Royals -- usher them out, as well as make themselves scarce. Once they all leave, the Queen eyes you curiously. She stands, her curvy figure intimidating you when compared to your thin and meagre one.
"So. You are the Science Role I've sent for that I've heard much talk about. Tell me, what is your name?"
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"This one is clean", one of the guards spit. Upon walking through the open doors, the sight that awaited you wasn't as grand as you'd thought. Perhaps this is one of the Royals' spare rooms or old nurseries?
You catch sight of her. Of Her. Your Queen, mother, and god. The very heart and source of the Colony! Her beauty is indescribable. You're almost sure she makes a mistake when you catch yourself and realise she hasn't yet spoken to you, and two guards stand idle a few yards behind you.
"Leave us", she orders. They want to protest, but alas cannot. Her Crown Cohort -- special protectors of the Royals -- usher them out, as well as make themselves scarce. Once they all leave, the Queen eyes you curiously. She stands, her curvy figure intimidating you when compared to your thin and meagre one.
"So. You are the Science Role I've sent for that I've heard much talk about. Tell me, what is your name?"
> Write in.