Looking forward to the summary. I think it probably best that we stop now anyway. I had just finished my first battalion of AT-AT Walkers and Stormtroopers. It would have been ugly. You can't deny Voices deep within Fierce is the blade that stands in your way Bound by misfortune to lead you astray ...

The Sanctuary in the convent was filled to capacity. The congregants had streamed in, fearful, demoralized, and seeking solace. Even the communion offering of the body and blood did little to lift the spirit of the community, despite its minute nourishment. Regally rising, Mother Succour approached ...

Slowly cresting a dune in the wastes, Mother Succour’s company finally had their first view of home, of the Covent of the Overflowing Chalice. It had been a difficult two weeks, with the fear of the flock at the Abbatoir and the misuse of the Pillory there, the disdain of the members of the second s...

Mother Succour sat with the Sisters outside their infirmary tents and surreptitiously glanced towards the dining hall of the Abbatoir. Yet another meeting of the original members of this settlement. That disgruntled one, Peton Vhale, would bear closer surveillance. The others have a long way to go i...

~OoC~ ...damn... Figures ~IC~ *click* This is Lucretia Sora of The Sisters of Solace. Mother Succour is still out visiting our parishioners in the Wastes. But she has left me here with the authority to respond if such an answer was forthcoming. If there is no benefit to tithing to the RU, other than...

"Helen, frequency 150.6. Now! " "Yes, Sister..." *feedback* "...sorry Sister..." *click* "This is Lucretia Sora of the Sisters of Solace. We are in receipt of your lastest transmission. At this moment, we do not recognize your sovereignty over us. "What author...

A Sister in full formal habit when inside the Convent.
(It's from some online game, but the graphic is perfect)

In the distance, snarls, howls, and yelps of scavenging dogs echoed off the brooding hills. The chill night air drew a shiver from Sister Marcella, and she wrapped her traveling cloak tighter. She cast her eyes towards the Abbatoir, where the dog farmers the Sisterhood traded with made their home. M...

:paling:

aww, damn.

An ICBM???

And the dream was worth her sharing, take it from me. Pretty funny (at least at the end). Imagine a Jesuit with a gas mask doing the pose in my avatar, and there you have the best image. *looking askance* You have a bizarre sense of humor, Game Master. Praise the g-ds and all that is holy such drea...

Loremaster wrote: God dammit, I simply forgot. Well, I will have to live the consequences.

Damn it.

Lore, I'm already attempting to remind one player of deadlines. I have no idea how effective it is, but I am trying.

I'll be happy to include you in the PMs, if it would help.

The report held concepts not thought about in the Sisterhood for a generation: Sovereignty. Implied social contracts. The responsibility of an overseeing government towards its citizens in exchange for the support and compliance of said citizenry. Mother Succour looked up from the documents towards ...

The transmission came to an abrupt end. “…treason.” Helen finished transcribing what she heard and hurried off in search of Sister-Ordinary Lucretia Sora. The words of the transmission disturbed her, and she hoped the older woman could allay her fears. Once found, Helen passed on her transcription o...

Rain… Cleansing. Refreshing. Rejuvenating. Life Affirming … But not the rain that fell on the Convent of the Overflowing Chalice. Her nose pressed against the window pane, Aspirant Helen watched as the rivulets of low-ph water seemingly deepened the fine grooves on the glass. All it took was one goo...

We are children of promise We are heirs to their dreams Tell me, why then is the hand slow And the dog bites, well, I don't know But the sky will fall And heads will roll And it's all that we can do To wait for the healing For to carry on For to stand when all is said and done In the shadow of the ...

My results are again awesome, if...disappointing. Although I do miss the narrative aspect. The writing is what really attracts me to these games. I can deal though.

Thank you, Montressor. My first report is awesome.

...now to figure out what it all means...

Above the Courtyard, a silent figure strode, her billowing skirts implying floating. The stride effectively hid her agitation. Lucretia, Sister-Ordinary, had submitted her semi-annual status report, and her current conclusion seemed less than optimistic. Yet her faith remained strong in the Sisterho...