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fandomtownies2023-11-09 10:57 am
deathsmajesty) wrote in fandomtownies2023-11-09 10:57 am
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The Infinite Consortium, Thursday Afternoon
Liliana wasn't one to believe in fate, or higher powers, or destiny. She was firmly of the opinion that she made her own fate, thank you, she didn't dance to the tune of some all-powerful piper, and being what most people in the Multiverse would have considered a goddess (and seeing her peers) really rubbed some of the shiny off of the concept of divinity.
But sometimes, coincidence played out in such a way that she couldn't help wonder if there was some force of dramatic irony that held sway over the Multiverse, arranging things just so for some ephemeral being's amusement.
She stared at the contents of the simple wooden box in her hands for a long moment, comparing it to the shipment's manifest. And then she nodded, shut the box, and slipped it into the pocket of her gown before going back to unpacking her newest shipment.
Only to get slapped in the emotions again when she unpacked the next item, one she recognized immediately, no reason to consult the manifest. Her father had one just like it, it had never strayed far from his hand, especially once the war started.
"This, little Lili? This is the real symbol of my authority. The nobles and merchants might need the gold circlet I wear to tell them to bow and to heed my words, but on the battlefield, this baton keeps my soldiers safe and fighting as one. Never underestimate the importance of morale, poppet, or the catastrophic effect of its loss.
Liliana set the baton down in the front window and went to fetch herself some tea. She'd deal with the rest of the shipment later.
Baton of Morale
Free to a worthy home
[open!]
But sometimes, coincidence played out in such a way that she couldn't help wonder if there was some force of dramatic irony that held sway over the Multiverse, arranging things just so for some ephemeral being's amusement.
She stared at the contents of the simple wooden box in her hands for a long moment, comparing it to the shipment's manifest. And then she nodded, shut the box, and slipped it into the pocket of her gown before going back to unpacking her newest shipment.
Only to get slapped in the emotions again when she unpacked the next item, one she recognized immediately, no reason to consult the manifest. Her father had one just like it, it had never strayed far from his hand, especially once the war started.
"This, little Lili? This is the real symbol of my authority. The nobles and merchants might need the gold circlet I wear to tell them to bow and to heed my words, but on the battlefield, this baton keeps my soldiers safe and fighting as one. Never underestimate the importance of morale, poppet, or the catastrophic effect of its loss.
Liliana set the baton down in the front window and went to fetch herself some tea. She'd deal with the rest of the shipment later.
Free to a worthy home
[open!]