Okay we've got NAMES!!!
Monsters in Mayweather
Aaron Merrick - Shoggoth
Joshua Edwards - Ghoul
Selena Hill - Witch
Ellen Wilson - Gremlin
Matt Hill - Dhampir
Cyrus Diaz - Vampire
Theron Howell - Werewolf
Ruby Phillips - Zombie
Dallas Langley - Human
Azrael - “Angel” (Eldritch Entity)
Issac - Shadowman
Melani -Harpy
Fear of the Deep
Cain Morgan - Trying to find out what happened to his family
Dylan Jones - Friend of Cain, thinks somethings wrong with him
Miriam Hopkins - Sister to Sean, trying to figure out the mysteries of the town
Zoey Middleton - Former friend of Cain
Llywelyn Daniels - Former search and rescue, current lighthouse keeper
Ada Wynn - Former search and rescue, died on duty
Jack Lewis - Friend to Llywelyn and Ada
Sean Hopkins - Brother of Miriam, died in an accident
Carter Perez - Friend of Sean, was there when he died
The Fisherman - Just a fisherman, no one knows his name
“The One who Sleeps in the Depths” - Eldritch Entity, If you see it in your dreams it's too late
Edlen - The one who killed Sean
Glyndwr - The one who killed Ada
Nerine - The one who has been watching Cain
The designs for everyone are still being worked on, hopefully I'll get them done soon!
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They were heading back from running some of the errands that had piled up when they were in Vanystea, when the sharp smell of blood hit their nose. While that wasn't necessarily an oddity in the Plains, the fact that they were passing through one of the biggest gathering areas for the packs without seeing more than a handful of other Aifaen made it stand out in a way that had brilliant red fur raising to stand on end.
Eleare's ears pinned back against their head, and they did a little circle as they investigated the smell further. In the same direction, they could smell a large group of other beasts gathered. And as they followed the trail a bit further, they picked up something more...familiar. Three scents that they had come to know intimately, over the years.
Before they've even fully realized it, their paws are carrying them toward the sources of the scent in a full sprint. When they reach the others, gathered around in an anxious circle, the inari squeezes and leaps their way through the crowd, ignoring the grumbles and snarls that some gave in response.
"Ma..."
"Mom..."
Just as they'd thought, the moment they broke through the crowd, Eleare was met with the faces of their older children-- Thelrin and Raelin. They had been knelt on the ground with their backs toward Eleare at first, but the moment they got close enough and shifted forms, both jumped to their feet and turned to face Eleare.
Red eyes traveled quickly over their forms, making sure that they weren't injured before moving on to the person the two had been kneeling beside. They could feel their stomach twist in anticipation, before dropping altogether when their gaze fell upon the third familiar face.
"Eleare? Wh--"
Before he can even respond, they're practically on top of him. Hands pushing clothing aside to get a better look at the wounds that littered the other Aifaen's body. They had to fight their instincts to growl and shoo away the healers that were already helping him, and instead gripped the man's arm tight.
"What happened to you? When did you get back from Ahnia, Antale?" They sounded angry, and both Thelrin and Raelin's ears pressed back flat to their heads, starting to move away to avoid Eleare's wrath. Unfortunately, that only seemed to draw their attention. "And you two! If your father is back home, let alone injured, why would neither of you come to get me? I swear to Bralis, Tal, if you told them not to just because you didn't want to worry me, I'm going to finish you off in front of the whole Plains!"
"Lea, please...it hasn't been long, I promise." The man-- Antale-- lifts a hand, pressing a finger to their nose despite the way their lip curled like they were ready to bite. They don't, though...after a moment or two, the harsh air around them falters, and they lower their head a bit, so Antale's fingers could run through their hair, and rub at one fluffy ear. "I'm fine, I've had worse than this. The exhaustion from the fighting caught up to me, is all."
Eleare doesn't seem at all pleased to hear the last bit, but as it seems that Antale had more to say, they kept it to themself.
"...Something happened in Ahnia-- Elyki is causing trouble alongside the coup out there. That's why I'm here, and why I'm worse for wear. I was asked to relay what happened to the heads. Warn them, and see if they can spare some help."
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Les Misérables is written about three or four different time periods depending on the given chapter and the level on which you're reading it (literally versus historically versus philosophically, etc.). I don't think I appreciated until episode 7.13 of Mike Duncan's Revolutions podcast when he broke down how intensely all of the political factions involved in the 1848 revolutions were influenced by their opinions of the French Revolution, however, how much Les Mis talks about 1848.
I'm gonna be making a post later with a theory about Hugo's characters and structure they pertain to this history and these factions and most especially Cosette's future, but in the meantime, I've transcribed from around 13:10 to nearly the end of the episode so that you all can also appreciate how many levels were involved and have it in writing to refer to and research as you like, because I think it also summarizes pretty well the non-Bonapartist political forces in play at any point in the bricc.
(I also cannot recommend this podcast highly enough for jumping into not just the world of French Revolutions but also Western Revolutions in general.)
So at one end of the spectrum, we have those who looked back at the French Revolution with nothing but horror and disgust and who believed that above all and no matter what the cost, Europe must be kept free of the menace of revolution. But this category of anti-revolutionaries divided up into three broad groups who agreed on practically nothing but the fact that revolution was abhorrent.
First and most obviously, we had the conservative absolutists who returned to power after the Congress of Vienna. The chief leading light of this group was Metternich, and the spectre of the French Revolution haunted no man so much as Metternich. Men like Metternich were so opposed to revolution that they were even opposed to reform. King Louis XVI had invited reform in 1789, and look what had happened to him. So across Europe in 1848 there were conservative writers and members of the clergy and major landowners who believed that you could not even let three guys sit down for a drink or they'd start plotting revolution. You certainly couldn't have a free press. You had to be stubborn, unfair, and ruthless. It was simply too dangerous to be anything less. And this extended to things even as seemingly banal as allowing a kingdom to have a nominal constitution, because in the conservative mind, once you granted the premise that rights came up from the people, rather than down from God through the king, you could just kiss the whole thing goodbye. These conservatives still pined for the days before 1789, and they hated the memory of even the most moderate of French revolutionaries, whose seemingly innocent and earnest appeals for reform had simply been the thin end of the wedge.
But absolutist conservatives were not the only ones who recoiled at the memory of the French Revolution and who wanted to do everything in their power from ever letting it happen again. So this second group of anti-revolutionaries were constitutional liberals who worshiped the rule of law and for whom revolution was anathema to everything they held dear. In France, we would put both Louis Philippe and François Guizot into this category, even if they had oh-so-ironically come to power thanks to the July Revolution [of 1830]. Both men admired the principles that had animated the men of 1789 but who had nonetheless concluded, no less than Metternich, that acquiescing to reform was only the beginning of a very slippery slope. Guizot himself had written a history of France and believed that the king's concessions in the early days of the Estates-General had led directly to the Reign of Terror — and remember, Guizot's father had perished in the Terror, as had King Louis Philippe's [Louis Philippe II, Philippe Égalité]. By the mid-1840s, both men had become stubbornly convinced that everything that needed to be achieved had been achieved and that any further reform would invite that slip into radicalism and the return of Madame la Guillotine. This kind of thinking could also be detected in the minds of rulers over in [modern-day] Germany, where we've discussed that there were these constitutional regimes — Ludwig in Bavaria, Leopold of Baden, and Frederick Augustus in Saxony. Those constitutions existed more as a stopper to prevent revolution than any kind of liberal expressionism.
Finally, there was a third group that cringed at the idea of the French Revolution but who drew the opposite conclusion from Guizot and Metternich: where Guizot and Metternich thought that reform was an invitation to revolution, they felt that reform was a necessary release valve to prevent revolution. So in this category you would find Odilon Barrot and the dynastic left in France who wanted to save the monarchy by reforming the monarchy. You would also find in here a guy like Alexis de Tocqueville, who would go on to write his own book on the French Revolution where he would argue that all of the quote-unquote “gains” of the French Revolution had already started under the Ancien Régime and that basically you didn’t need revolution to change society, you just needed continuous, gradual improvement. We’ve also discussed so far two massively influential reformers in [modern-day] Italy and Hungary who fit this same basic mold. In Italy, we talked about the Count of Cavour in episode 7.09, and in episode 7.08 I introduced István Széchenyi. Both of these guys have broad, sweeping visions for the futures of their respective countries. They believed in liberal constitutional government, economic modernization and social improvement, they simply did not believe revolution was the means of achieving their ends; in fact, this was the very lesson they had drawn from the French Revolution, that the ends had been just, but the means counterproductive. The attempt to cram a century’s worth of work into a single year had not just had disastrous consequences, but they had upset the whole project of reform. I would also throw into this group of anti-revolutionary reformers all of the Austrian liberals in Vienna, who we also talked about in episode 7.08. They believed that the stubborn brittleness of Metternich’s government was inviting a revolutionary upheaval that could be headed off by intelligent and necessary reform.
So those are the guys who desperately wanted to avoid another French Revolution, who instantly shuddered at the idea of ever having something like that happen again. But is that how everyone felt? Oh my goodness, no. There were those who had picked up the thesis of Adolphe Thiers and believed that the revolution of 1789 had been a good thing, a project launched for noble reasons and in fact launched because the existing regime was simply too stubborn to change without revolutionary energy. In this telling, men like Lafayette and Mirabeau were heroes to be emulated while you kept on constant guard against villains like Robespierre and Saint-Just. As you can imagine, this was a very attractive thesis among liberals in Germany and the Austrian empire who saw their own situation as analogous to the Ancien Régime of 1789. Their kingdoms were reeling from an economic crisis, their governments were financially shaky, their natural rights were trampled on by tyrants. So the French Revolutionary project that unfolded between 1789 and 1792 was absolutely a model to be emulated. Bring the liberal, educated intellectuals of the country together and force the kings to grant them a constitution and to guarantee basic civil rights. If they were going to be denied a constitutional place in government, if their local assemblies were going to be neutered, if they were not allowed to vote, if the government was unresponsive, then it was perfectly acceptable to look to 1789 and say, “Yes, we want that too. A moment when men of good will and conscience join together to define the rights of man and the citizen.” Now of course, these neo-1789ers knew the lesson of history well, and they knew that they would need to guard against the villains of 1792, but they did not believe that the Reign of Terror was necessarily inevitable. It had simply happened that way in France thanks to a variety of coincidences, mistakes, and bad luck, so liberals across Europe believed that they could forge constitutional governments that defined civil rights and popular sovereignty without falling prey to the Reign of Terror. Thus, the spectre of the French Revolution would loom very large indeed in the minds of these liberal revolutionaries as the course of 1848 rapidly progressed faster than they could keep up with. As we will see, they will all hit a moment of truth where they have to decide whether to keep pushing and join with more radical forces or quit the whole project, reconcile with the old conservative order, and fight against those radical forces that might lead to the new Reign of Terror.
But there were also those who rejected this whole contrived moralizing of the “good” revolution of 1789 and the “bad” revolution of 1792. They did not recoil from the insurrection of August the 10th, the First French Republic, or the Jacobin Committee of Public Safety. They idolized not the buffoon Lafayette and hypocritical traitor Mirabeau, but rather, the steely resolve of men like Danton and Robespierre and Saint-Just and Marat. These had been men who saw the tyrants of Europe for what they were and knew that one must stand up when the going got tough, not go hide in the corner. These more radical republicans further believed that there was just as much injustice perpetrated by comfortable liberals as conservative absolutists, so they saw the Revolution of 1789 as merely the precursor for the much more important, much more glorious, and much more necessary Revolution of 1792. So though they were enemies of each other, these radicals actually agreed with Metternich that reform really was just the thin edge of the wedge, that it would lead to a greater revolution that would overthrow the despotic monarchies of Europe. In their minds, the widespread slandering of the First French Republic and even the portrayal of the Reign of Terror as the most terrible crime in the history of the world was the nefarious propaganda of the comfortable classes, whether of conservative or liberal stripe. Their propaganda emphasized the dramatic horror of the guillotine in order to cover up the horrors the common people of Europe lived with every day, and the best summation of this argument actually comes from A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, Mark Twain.
Now the book wasn’t published until 1889, but in it, Twain writes a passage that would have had a lot of radicals nodding their heads in 1848. He wrote, “There were two reigns of terror, if we would but remember and consider it. The one wrought murder in hot passion, the other in heartless cold blood. The one lasted mere months, the other had lasted a thousand years. The one inflicted death upon ten thousand persons; the other, upon a hundred million. But our shudders are all for the horrors of the minor terror, the momentary terror so to speak; whereas, what is the horror of the swift ax compared with lifelong death from cold, hunger, insult, cruelty, and heartbreak? What is swift death by lightning compared with death by slow fire at the stake? A city cemetery could contain the coffins filled by that brief terror, which we have all been so diligently taught to shiver at and mourn over. But all France could hardly contain the coffins filled by that older and real terror, that unspeakably bitter and awful terror, which none of us has been taught to see in its vastness or pity as it deserves.”
(Sounds an awful lot like like a certain conversation our favorite bishop has with a certain conventionist, no?)
Now granted, I don’t think many of these radicals were actively pursuing a new Reign of Terror, but they were also not planning to settle for a constitutional monarchy bought by and for the richest families of their country. And as we’ve already seen in France, these guys were not going to let the blood of patriots be spilled simply so they could swap one Bourbon for another and give another hundred thousand bankers and industrialists the right to vote. What in that represented the nation? Where in that were the people? Where was liberty leading the people? Oh right, that painting was locked now in the attic so it did not offend the forces of order. In Italy, these radical republican forces who celebrated 1792 rallied around Giuseppe Mazzini and later Garibaldi; in Hungary they would rally around Lajos Kossuth, and when I get back from the book tour, I will introduce you to the radical leaders in Germany, who would not be satisfied by the mere token reforms promised by men who celebrated 1789 but feared 1792, men like Friedrich Hecker, Robert Blum, and Gustav Struve. Everywhere, they would find their support not solely in the salons and cafés but among artisans and workers and students. Those who would mount the barricades not just for the right to publish an article or to mildly criticize the government or the right to vote if you made a gargantuan amount of money: they fought to topple the king and to bring power to the people — all of the people.
So, so far we have men who idolize the conservatives of 1788, men who idolize the liberal nobles of 1789, and men who idolize the Jacobin republicans of 1792. Well, there was also in 1848 also [sic] now emerging a small clique of men for whom even 1792 was not enough. These guys believed that 1789 had been merely a step to 1792, but also believed that 1792 was simply a step to something greater. So where did these guys look? That’s right: they looked to 1796. “1796?” you say. “ What are you talking about? The Directory? Surely not. Nobody says, ‘Ah, yes, the good old days of the French Directory, let’s definitely go back to that.’” And no, of course I’m not talking about the directory, I’m talking about Gracchus Babeuf and the Conspiracy of Equals. With the small but ever-growing, increasingly influential spirit of socialism and communism beginning to take root, men like Louis Blanc and Karl Marx looked to Babeuf and his gang as the first example of what the force of history was aiming to make of humanity. Communities and nations that shared not just political rights but the wealth of the nation. How indeed are you going to sit back and say, “Ah, yes, the declaration of the rights of man and the citizen, and one citizen should have one vote,” and then call it a day when so few had so much and so many had so little? The vote was nothing to an entire family — dad, mom, children, who were all stuck working eighteen hours a day for starvation wages. It was thus not the spirit of 1789 or the spirit of ‘92 that moved them, but the spirit of 1796; and it was not the name Robespierre that got their hearts thumping, but rather Babeuf. Babeuf had been among the very first of the socialist revolutionaries who had not stopped short at merely answering the political question, but who wanted to answer the social question as well. And as we’ll see as we move further down the road on 1848, that the memory of Gracchus Babeuf was not simply a matter of picking some obscure hero out of the historical record: there was actually a direct line of revolutionary succession, because one of Babeuf’s fellow conspirators in the Conspiracy of Equals was an Italian revolutionary socialist named Phillipe Buonarroti [Filippo Buonarroti]. Buonarroti was in prison but later released and would then go onto a long and active career inside the revolutionary secret societies that sprang up after the Congress of Vienna, and we’re gonna talk more about the role that Buonarroti played in kindling and spreading this revolutionary socialism, but for his small cadre of disciples, the revolutions of 1848 would be a chance not to complete the work of Lafayette in 1789 or Robespierre in 1792, but the work of Babeuf in 1796.
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4, 5, 8 and 9 for Veira from Role-play Interview? (I know you only recently made Veira, but they look so cool, and I'd love to learn more about them <3)
thanks, Pauletta!! 💚💜 this was actually Super helpful in figuring out some more about them, so really enjoyed working on it :D
[roleplay interview ask game]
(they were born around 0 ATC, give or take; answering this as if around...Makeb-ish arc? so 15-ish)
4. When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?
They look thoughtful for a moment, eyes narrowing as the question mills about their head. With one hand finding their chin, they merely offer a shrug. "I...don't know. I grew up raised by Sith, trained by my parents even if I wouldn't be allowed to train on Korriban - at the time, of course, fortunately it changed by the time I was old enough. But I could still dream, hmm? What aspiring Sith wouldn't dream - at least from time-to-time - of rising to the Dark Council? Because I certainly did."
A sound akin to a laugh huffs from behind their mask. "...But sometimes, I daydreamed how grand it would be to become a moff, were it possible. Not...that I'd wish to be one, now. It's not as glorious as I'd been led to believe as a child. Moffs are... They can be difficult, to put it mildly."
5. Do you have any role models? Tell us a little bit about them.
They look away a moment, roll their eyes, then mutter, "Is it sappy to say my parents? They took me in as a baby when I was unwelcome for whatever bullshit views the Chiss have - and," they laugh a little, "taught me how to use a sharp tongue against xenophobic morons. They taught me what it is to be a proud Sith and Imperial."
Veira flexes their fingers, admiring painted nails. "Even as they had to get used to the whole 'they' thing and ignore the biting remarks of superiors for having an alien child, they're wonderful. Oh, and Mother was very pleased to teach me makeup - how else could I do this eyeliner?" And...well. They wouldn't get into Father punching a fellow Lord over something about them; it was a sight to behold, and they still laugh when they remember it (even if it makes Father grumble irritably).
8. What do you like to do for fun?
The question makes their eyes light up, and for a moment their youth is put on the forefront as they lean forward with a grin so obvious that their mask does little to hide it. The glint in their eyes suggests only mischief. "Have you ever thrown oro bird eggs at a Darth's parked speeder? Don't hang around after, but placing a camera or two nearby to capture the reaction for you? Priceless."
9. What’s your greatest achievement? Why do you consider this your greatest achievement?
"I'm fortunate to be accepted as part of Lord Wrath's powerbase. She's incredibly powerful, and ensures that her allies don't want for better." They hum, tapping at their chin.
"...But that doesn't count much, does it? I...admit that I'm still young, and haven't achieved much, yet. But surviving Korriban, and receiving a master? I suppose I was lucky to be made Lord Xandosc's apprentice." Their eyes brighten. "I hope to be a lord soon."
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