Speak with the Forlorn Shepherd
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From: Aboard your Airship, Firmament: In Between Days
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Navigator: The Forlorn Shepherd
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| Firmament | Description |
|---|---|
| 88 | [...] The Shepherd is whittling [...] "Captain. My apologies for my lapse of memory [...] Perhaps the scribes of Zenith are right to lock so much away..." [...] "I used to herd near there. The Misers. One was smarter, more loyal[...] I trained her to herd the others... [...] I lost her..." [...] |
| 200 | The Shepherd has been drawing. Scratchy sketches of Moon-Misers in procession along high walkways, threading between the upper reaches of the Roof. [...] He shuffles them away [...] "I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me. I won't leave you again. [...]" |
| 240? | The Shepherd's cabin is empty, all of his possessions placed in a well-locked chest. Everything he values, sealed against Zenith. |
| 370 | [...] a sketch [...] of you[...] 'conqueror of Zenith'. [...] "It doesn't feel real to be free [...] The Vulgate[...] I should hate them [...] But they never made us worship them[...] They made use of us because we were there. [...]" [...] "They are our enemy all the same. [...] if they hate you, [...] they are my enemy too."[...] |
| 610 | [...]His cabin looks like a market stall: treasures and gaudy trinkets gathered from Burgundy. "I missed Naples,"[...] "Poor Duchess. [...] If they do not exist, it seems they will soon have larger problems [...] "So much torn out of what is, [...] how long until somebody notices? [...] |
| 695 | The Forlorn Shepherd's cabin is bare. [...]
[...] "I am pleased you united Burgundy.[...] Rifts even aboard this engine. [...]Sometimes one wishes nothing would change at all. We'd be left on the precipice of a decision, never [...] lose half of the possibilities..." |
| 800 | [...] "I have never had difficulty sleeping before," [...]
"[...] every night the same. A well overflowing, red rain [...] The well looks like a mouth: it pulls us [...] I will follow you there[...] I would do it gladly. [...] Something moves against us now that the Vulgate have fled the board." |
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