The Blog of Roon

Heh. For once I pegged it. The mysterious newcomer to the funeral of House Amyriand’s seer was indeed Prince Pirion, Tamasi’s husband-to-be. So she’ll get a good hard look at him on their way back from the burial grounds, undistracted by court flurries and running-the-household issues. And vice versa, naturally.

Good-looking enough chap, Pirion is. Quite the boy-toy, I must say. And polite as polite, something that does recommend itself to Tamasi.

As for Renate, she did indeed have it out with her brother, though he was a canny fellow and didn’t give her an excuse to really unleash her anger on him. So she turned it on herself instead. Long, rambling conversation, as the significant ones tend to be, and she left no happier than she went in… but you’ll see when the logs are posted.

The GM is going to post my fluff-piece as an epilogue to the prologue, so y’all get a firsthand look at my secret vice. (Seriously. Some people have porn collections. I write RPG fluff. Roughly equal societal merit, believe you me.) No use emailing me brickbats; I’m a fluff addict, and that’s all there is to it.

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