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As the chronometer clicks past midnight the War Council dwindles after the initial flurry of questions and adjustments to current plans to account for the foredoom schedule. There’s no dismissal or rollcall, everyone is free to leave when they need and some do to begin their assigned duties as soon as possible.
Defences must be prepared, such as they can, stockpiles provisioned to last at least that long and ammunition counts taken so that there is at least a semblance of an idea of what the League has to work with when the Savis assault begins in earnest. The main rebel base is nestled in the foothills of a respectably defensible position, hardly a stronghold but that was never the point. The League means to make a fight of it in the end, and take a damn few of their former masters down with them, but not even the most starry-eyed idealist entertains the thought that the Legions and the Titans of the Savis Empire can be held off for long.
Breaker asks to speak with you alone as the Council dwindles, but before you depart the Libertans insist on your awarded honorifics being recognised with the suitable pomp and granting of ceremonial gifts. To your shock even a few of the handouts come forward with gifts, though Kerim later explains many of these ones where family to rebels that had fought and died alongside you over the course of the
Most of these you throw away, or leave forgotten somewhere as the flames of war lick closer to home. But one of these gifts you keep. One you find yourself tucking away somewhere safe, not quite able to leave it behind when the scud hits the airvent.
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>A personalised flag for the subsidiary rebels that may fall under your command in the field, mainly those with Red Hand loyalties. It depicts a clenched fist on a scarlet field, with a hissing viper coiled around the outstretched forearm. A simplified badge version of it is also distributed in patch form, worn as a mark of pride by both Vinehound squad in addition to the Company honours. [Red Hand Trophy]
>A printed booklet, made of actual paper. Inside the testimonies of hundreds of freed slaves are winnowed down to fine print over a hundred pages. Their entries of the individuals range from manifestos outlining the rights of all sentient species, to recollections of their life stories both in servitude and in freedom, to heartfelt handwritten letters of thanks to you. Most are strangers to you, but some of these names you know personally. [Libertan Trophy]
>A bracelet made of at least a dozen different bands of differently coloured rare fibres, each band representing one of the different species you helped free. Apparently it was handwoven by the families of those that have joined the fight. At the end of each band is a small clip of rare metal with a mark in the [Handout widow trophy]
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>You keep more than one item. These people deserve that much. [Firebrand]
>You keep none the above. These 'people' mean nothing to you. [Xenophobe]
As the chronometer clicks past midnight the War Council dwindles after the initial flurry of questions and adjustments to current plans to account for the foredoom schedule. There’s no dismissal or rollcall, everyone is free to leave when they need and some do to begin their assigned duties as soon as possible.
Defences must be prepared, such as they can, stockpiles provisioned to last at least that long and ammunition counts taken so that there is at least a semblance of an idea of what the League has to work with when the Savis assault begins in earnest. The main rebel base is nestled in the foothills of a respectably defensible position, hardly a stronghold but that was never the point. The League means to make a fight of it in the end, and take a damn few of their former masters down with them, but not even the most starry-eyed idealist entertains the thought that the Legions and the Titans of the Savis Empire can be held off for long.
Breaker asks to speak with you alone as the Council dwindles, but before you depart the Libertans insist on your awarded honorifics being recognised with the suitable pomp and granting of ceremonial gifts. To your shock even a few of the handouts come forward with gifts, though Kerim later explains many of these ones where family to rebels that had fought and died alongside you over the course of the
Most of these you throw away, or leave forgotten somewhere as the flames of war lick closer to home. But one of these gifts you keep. One you find yourself tucking away somewhere safe, not quite able to leave it behind when the scud hits the airvent.
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>A personalised flag for the subsidiary rebels that may fall under your command in the field, mainly those with Red Hand loyalties. It depicts a clenched fist on a scarlet field, with a hissing viper coiled around the outstretched forearm. A simplified badge version of it is also distributed in patch form, worn as a mark of pride by both Vinehound squad in addition to the Company honours. [Red Hand Trophy]
>A printed booklet, made of actual paper. Inside the testimonies of hundreds of freed slaves are winnowed down to fine print over a hundred pages. Their entries of the individuals range from manifestos outlining the rights of all sentient species, to recollections of their life stories both in servitude and in freedom, to heartfelt handwritten letters of thanks to you. Most are strangers to you, but some of these names you know personally. [Libertan Trophy]
>A bracelet made of at least a dozen different bands of differently coloured rare fibres, each band representing one of the different species you helped free. Apparently it was handwoven by the families of those that have joined the fight. At the end of each band is a small clip of rare metal with a mark in the [Handout widow trophy]
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>You keep more than one item. These people deserve that much. [Firebrand]
>You keep none the above. These 'people' mean nothing to you. [Xenophobe]
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