King’s Landing, 161st Year After the Conquest
The city of King’s Landing had grown quickly since its founding, with all the growing pains that that entails. No longer the smallest city in the Kingdom, it remains smaller than Lannisport and Oldtown. Jaehaerys the Conciliator and his Queen did much to ease those growing pains. The Dance had both helped and hindered that growth, with many dying in the strife of that war, but the damage also allowed for bigger, better buildings to replace those lost in the years of peace that have followed.
Three hills dominate the skyline of the city. The highest, Aegon’s High Hill, named for the founder of the city, is home to the Red Keep, and dominates the south east corner of the city. This fortress replaced the earlier Aegonfort and took a total of 10 years to complete (35 AC - 45 AC). It’s name comes from the red stone that it is made out of. Renovations have occurred since then, but as a whole it is much as it was completed then. Map (Ignore the Maidenvault, it doesn’t exist (yet?)) Below the Red Keep, fine accommodation for the nobles not living atop the hill can be found; the higher up the Hill the finer it would be.
The Hill of Visenya, named for the Conqueror’s elder sister, dominates the south west of the city, though it lies entirely within the perimeter walls. At its summit stands a large sept, built in the reign of Aegon the Conqueror and sponsored by the High Septon of that time. It has endured where other structures have not, and much like the city it serves as developed somewhat in piecemeal. It remains an impressive structure, though not the finest in the realm amongst septs. It does not cover the whole summit; a square is also present in which the Faithful may gather on certain feast days, or for other major events held at the sept.
The Hill of Rhaenys, named for the Conqueror’s younger sister, dominates the north north east of the city, though it too lies entirely within the perimeter walls. It was once crowned by a magnificent sept, built in honour of Rhaenys after her premature death in Dorne in 10 AC. A towering structure, it was fortified by the Faith Militant then subsequently destroyed by King Maegor I Targaryen during the spell of confrontation between that King and the Faith. In its place, Maegor ordered the construction of a great domed structure to house House Targaryen’s dragons. Unsurprisingly, it was known as the Dragonpit. 77 Dragonkeepers were tasked with guarding it, though given the scale of it they are likely not the only people there. It was badly damaged in the Dance of Dragons, though much of the detritus of that conflict has been cleared, and the Dragonkeepers reformed, along with the other groups that work there. The dome remains unreplaced as yet, the King’s priorities being elsewhere.
The perimeter wall of King’s Landing is roughly rectangular in outline, with turrets near evenly spaced along its length. It is pierced by a total of seven gates, for the Seven aspects of the One God. Anticlockwise from the Red Keep: Iron Gate: Coastal Road to Rosby, Duskendale, Staunton and beyond Dragon Gate: Inland Road also going to Rosby, Duskendale and beyond Old Gate: Cross Country Road through the Fertile Crescent of the Crownlands Gate of the Gods: King’s Road (North) for Harroway and beyond Lion Gate: Gold Road for the Westerlands King’s Gate: Access to the river upstream of the docklands, with the road going east to meet up with the Gold Road before crossing the Blackwater upriver. River Gate: Access to the docks, for both connections abroad and ferrying across to the King’s Road (South) for Storm’s End and the Rose Road to Oldtown, via Bitterbridge and Highgarden.
Beyond the walls are the suburbs; much ravaged by the war, you would not be able to tell so now, having returned to their vibrant form of yesteryear. Mainly located around the gates other than the River Gate, they primarily cater to the poorer members of society, though there are also more respectable establishments to cater those late arrivals that miss the closing of the gates for the night.
The bulk of the city is dominated by squares & plazas, the broad tree lined streets that run between them and the narrower alleys that branch off them both. Trades tend to cluster around the first two, though not exclusively. Fishmonger’s Square is just inside the River Gate, and is where a market selling fish can be found each day. River Row leads from East and West of Fishmonger’s Square, to the King’s Gate and the foot of Aegon’s High Hill respectively. The properties of those who work in or around the sea can be found here, be they merchants, insurers or shipbuilders. The Square of Staves can be found in the lee of Aegon’s High Hill, and is the domain of the coopers, who supply whoever needs them. The most popular inn is called the Cooper’s Court. The Street of Steel goes from Fishmonger’s Square up the Hill of Visenya. The higher up the hill you go, the more expensive the smiths are. It continues down the far side of the Hill to join the God’s Way. The God’s Way connects the Central Square and the Gate of the Gods. The Street of Sisters connects the Hill of Visenya to the Hill of Rhaenys, reaching the top of each. The Central Square is at the centre of the city, and is the largest square. It is where the Street of the Sisters, the King’s Way, the God’s Way and the Blackwater Way meet. There is also a road leading to the Iron Gate. The King’s Way connects the Red Keep and the Central Square The Blackwater Way connects the River Gate and the Central Square The Hook is a curved street that connects the two, sweeping around in a long arc to do so. A fashionable inn is found where it meets the King’s Way at the lower reaches of Aegon’s High Hill. The Street of Flour contains numerous bakeries. It runs around the south eastern side of the Hill of Visenya. The Street of Flies contains many butchers. It lies on the Hill of Rhaenys about halfway between the Dragonpit and Flea Bottom. The Street of Silver lies below the Street of Steel on the western side of the Hill of Visenya. It is home to the jewelers and workers of silver and gold. The Street of Silk lies to the north west of the Hill of Rhaenys, and is home to many houses of pleasure. The Street of Seeds lies to the north east of the Hill of Rhaenys. It is home to not only sellers of grains, but also of flowers and their bulbs. The Street of Looms lies in the north west of the city, running parallel to the northern wall. It is home to numerous weavers, along with other processes associated with that industry.
Flea Bottom is the poorest area within the city, consisting of tightly packed slums criss-crossed with narrow alleys. It lies between the road to the Iron Gate and the southern foot of Rhaenys’ Hill. Woe betide anyone of worth who goes in there, for they are unlikely to come out again.

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I played EDH back when "Commander" was just a gleam in WOTC's eye. We had people playing power 9 cards, Chaos Orb and all kinds of nonsense. It was a good time! I took a break from Magic from about 2014 until a couple of months ago.
When I went to my LGS to play some Commander recently, the first question I was asked was what "power level" my deck is. I went down the rabbit hole of cEDH and how players now define power level of a deck - and that gets to the issue at the heart of this post; in a format where turn 1/2/3 wins are not only possible but consistently achievable by the best decks, I fundamentally don't understand the presence of most of the cards on the banlist, and the fact that some specific cards are not banned.
To elaborate - I don't think there is a realistic case for banning Lotus or Moxen on power alone when Sol Ring, Mana Crypt and Jeweled Lotus exist. In the old days my play group all mutually agreed not to play Sol Ring or Mana Crypt because they turned the format from 100 card singleton to 98 - they are simply too good not to auto-include in every deck. The real reason for banning these cards has to come down to accessibility for there to be any consistency of thought, and I think that's reasonable - but then why not go ahead and ban Workshop, Tabernacle and other very powerful but absurdly expensive and difficult to acquire Reserve List cards? If you want to argue that it is a question of power level, how do you justify Sol Ring, Mana Crypt and Jeweled Lotus (mana vault to a lesser extent)? In fact I would argue that having more free artifact mana would be better for the format because you would see less of the crazy variance where someone starts the game with Jeweled Lotus -> play commander, and everyone else plays Land>Go for 2 or 3 turns. Let everyone do consistently powerful things on turn 1/2!
Now I think the more interesting question is around the rest of the ban list - Sylvan Primordial, Sundering Titan, Braids, Rofellos, Erayo, Prophet, Titan, Upheaval, Yawg Bargain.... all powerful cards to be sure, especially in a multiplayer format, but no more game-warping or un-fun than losing to a cEDH deck on turn 1/2/3. If one deck at the table is power level 10 and everyone else is level 5, the game is not going to be fun for those lower power level players. It fundamentally comes down to player responsibility, unless Wizards takes an incredibly heavy-handed approach to banning. If someone sits down with Rofellos as their commander but the deck is power level 5, they're going to get thrashed by higher power level decks and obviously by cEDH lists. The real question should be, would unbanning Rofellos affect the top-end of the format and create totally meta warping and oppressive cEDH strategies. I don't think you can make the case that any card on the banlist, if unbanned, would have that effect at the top power level. If you're not catering the banlist to the top power level, then what purpose is it serving? If I throw Sylvan Primordial into my power level 5 Karador deck, which does not include any tutors or something like Natural Order, am I now competing with cEDH decks at the table? Did my deck's PL immediately jump to 6 or 7, and if it did would that be a bad thing or just something to be aware of when we're sorting out the game?
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{Not sure if this next part violates rule 5, as I'm not trying to split the community but I don't want to criticize without offering an alternative;}
Instead of just bitching about it, I wanted to offer my preferred rule-set.

1. Sub-Formats; "Vintage" EDH, "Legacy" EDH and "Standard" EDH (ok, we can find better names)
2. Vintage EDH is the least restrictive; it's where cEDH will live and nothing else can survive
3. Legacy EDH removes the game-warping power of BOTH Lotuses, the 5 mox, Sol Ring, Mana Crypt, Mana Vault, Mishra's Workshop...think similar to normal Legacy
4. Standard further bans tutors (excluding those that search up lands) and cards that are "unfun" and aligned with the current philosophy on Commander banlist (Braids, Sylvan primordial)

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I think in my proposal, most players would want to play the "Legacy" variant. You can play nearly any card and any strategy. If you play Rofellos or Braids you're going to put a target on your back. If you reanimate Griselbrand on turn 2, someone is probably hitting it with Pongify/Swords or one of the other cheap removal spells and you put a target on your back. You could also retain the idea of power levels to help ensure games aren't terrible.

Introduction to Rope Chains and Exotic Diamonds

When it comes to accessorizing, jewelry is a staple that enhances the style and personality of the wearer. Among the different kinds of jewelry, rope chains stand out for their unique design and versatility, especially when paired with exotic diamonds. In this blog, we will explore rope chains in depth and their popularity, while also discussing exotic diamonds in San Antonio and how they can complement your jewelry collection.

History of Rope Chains

The history of rope chains dates back to ancient times when they were first used as decorative elements in jewelry. Rope chains are known for their twisted, rope-like pattern created by interlocking links or rings. They were often worn as necklaces or bracelets by individuals belonging to a higher social status.

The popularity of Rope Chains in Fashion

Rope chains have always been in vogue for their classic elegance, but they have become even more popular in recent years. Their timeless appeal has made them an instant hit among fashion enthusiasts who love to experiment with different styles and trends. Rope chains come in different sizes and widths, making them suitable for all occasions, from casual outings to formal events.

Different Materials and Varieties of Rope Chains

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How to Choose the Perfect Rope Chain

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What is Pearl Earring?

A pearl earring is a piece of jewellery that typically consists of a pearl linked to an earring setting or a metal post that goes through the earlobe. Pearls are organic gemstones that grow within the shells of some mollusks like oysters and mussels when an irritant like a grain of sand enters their shell. The mollusk wraps the irritant with layers of nacre over time, which gives pearls their brilliant lustre.
Pearl earrings have been popular for generations due to their timeless elegance. They are available in a variety of forms and designs, ranging from simple studs to more complex dangling or drop earrings. The size, shape, and colour of pearls used in earrings can vary, with white and cream being the most popular hues, however pearls also come in black, pink, and lavender, among other colours.
The artwork "Girl with a Pearl Earring" by Dutch artist Johannes Vermeer is one of the most iconic images of a pearl earring. The 17th-century artwork depicts a young woman wearing a huge pearl earring and has become an iconic image in the art world.

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How many types of pearl earrings?

There are numerous sorts of pearl earrings on the market, each catering to a different style and inclination. Here are some examples of popular pearl earrings:
1. Stud Earrings: These are traditional pearl earrings with a single pearl placed in a post or screw-back setting. They are noted for their simplicity and elegance and sit close to the earlobe.
2. Drop Earrings: Drop earrings, also known as dangle earrings, are made out of a pearl or a cluster of pearls suspended from a chain or a metal setting. They are worn below the earlobe and can range in length from tiny drops to stunning designs.
3. Hoop Earrings with Pearls: Hoop earrings with pearls include pearls into the hoop design. The pearls can be attached directly to the hoop or dangle from it, adding a touch of refinement to the traditional hoop style.
4. Chandelier Earrings: Ornate chandelier earrings with numerous tiers or branches that hang below the earlobe. They frequently combine pearls with other gemstones or beads to create a beautiful and eye-catching effect.

1. Huggie Earrings: are little, hoop-style earrings that "hug" the earlobe tightly. Pearls strung along the hoop of certain huggie earrings add a subtle and delicate touch.

6.Cluster Earrings: Cluster earrings are made up of several little pearls clustered together to form a focal point. These earrings can be made in a variety of forms and patterns, such as floral clusters or geometric patterns.
7. Threader Earrings: contain a tiny chain or thread that goes through the earlobe and allows the pearl to hang freely.
8.Pearl Jacket Earrings: A stud or a smaller pearl Earrings is worn on the front of the earlobe, while a larger pearl or ornamental feature is attached to the earring back, producing a jacket-like impression.
9. hang Earrings: Dangle earrings are made up of pearls that hang freely below the earlobe and are usually held in place by a hook or lever-back device. They come in a variety of lengths and can be supplemented by additional decorative components such as gemstones or metalwork.
These are just a few of the many different varieties of pearl earrings available. Designs vary, and some earrings may combine numerous types or incorporate pearls with other jewels and materials, providing a diverse range of possibilities to fit a variety of tastes and circumstances.

Benefits of wearing pearl earrings.

Wearing pearl earrings can provide a number of advantages, both visual and symbolic. Here are some of the potential advantages of wearing pearl earrings:
1. Classic and Elegant Appearance: Pearls have traditionally been linked with elegance and sophistication in their appearance. Pearl earrings may offer a touch of timeless charm to any outfit. They are adaptable and may be worn with a variety of clothes and styles, from formal occasions to informal outings.
2. Enhances Facial Features: Earrings made of pearls can draw attention to your face and enhance your inherent beauty. Pearls' shiny surface can help brighten your complexion, draw attention to your eyes, and provide a subtle glow to your overall appearance.
3. Symbol of Purity and Femininity: Pearls have long been associated with purity and femininity. Pearl earrings exude beauty, innocence, and delicacy, making them a popular option for brides and ladies who value their symbolic importance.
4. Emotional and Spiritual Importance: Pearls are frequently associated with emotional healing and spiritual development. They are thought to bring the wearer peace, equilibrium, and positive energy. Wearing pearl earrings can help you achieve inner calm and emotional well-being.
5. Versatile and Timeless: Pearls are regarded as a classic and timeless gemstone. Pearl earrings, unlike contemporary or stylish accessories, can be worn for years without going out of style. They give value to any jewellery collection and can be passed down through generations.
6. Birthstone and Zodiac Sign: Pearls are the birthstone for the month of June, and they are related to the zodiac sign Cancer. Wearing pearl earrings can help you connect with your birth month or zodiac sign and appreciate the meanings and traits linked with them.
It's important to note that people's perceptions of the benefits of wearing pearl earrings differ, and some of these benefits may be more subjective or dependent on cultural beliefs. Finally, the decision to wear pearl earrings should be based on personal taste and style.

What are gold pearl earrings?

Earrings made of gold and pearls combine the elegance of pearls with the opulence of gold. They are often made up of a pair of earrings with pearls as the main focal point, set in gold settings or embellished with gold accents. Gold pearl earrings can be made from a variety of gold alloys, including yellow gold, white gold, and rose gold, depending on personal preference.
Natural or farmed pearls originate within oysters or mollusks and are used in these earrings. Pearls are available in a variety of forms, sizes, and colours, including white, cream, pink, black, and hues in between. The colour of pearl can be chosen to compliment various skin tones and personal styles.
Gold pearl earrings are popular because they are timeless and classic. They can be worn for a variety of occasions, from formal events such as weddings and parties to everyday use. These earrings may lend sophistication and femininity to any outfit and are frequently treasured as heirloom ornaments. They make an attractive and considerate gift for birthdays, anniversaries, and other special events.

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“A human life and an indigo flower: the most beautiful ones, when cut, create other beautiful things.”
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Tamabono liked this proverb more than any other, for two main reasons. The first was that this phrase had been her namesake – the Injatamabono were the indigo flowers which grew outside her courtyard-house. The second reason was that, once she had grown old and wise, the woman had decided that the only proverbs worth reciting were those that had to do with life itself.
They hadn’t always been her favourites. As a foolish girl, yet to give her vase away, she had loved all proverbs that had to do with love. Once she was with children, she found those about motherhood comforting, touching, worrying. As she saw her daughters grow and enter their own marriages, she took great solace and amusement from those that illustrated with wit and brevity the opposing spirits of men and women.
As the autumn of her life drew to a close, however, she had come to the realisation that all those proverbs she had whispered as a girl, invoked as a woman and handed down as a mother could all be summarised into a handful of them: all of which begin with "a human life" and something else. Another one came to her mind that morning, as she gathered with the rest of the village.
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“A human life and a clay pot: if filled excessively, what is inside will not keep well.”
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She couldn’t count the times she heard that one throughout her life: from the times her mother would reprimand her at the family table, to the times the village's harvest had failed – a way to cope with what little they had, a way to see the brighness in something dark, virtue in difficulty. She looked around, peering at the people of her village, most of whom she had seen grow up: she could feel that same phrase go through their heads at the same time.
The people of Ireberâza, the ochre-yellow village, were neither surprised nor scared, that morning: they were very aware that their paddies could still offer a barren crop after all their prayers. On the shore, the whole village was watching the returning farmhands, and they knew full well that those men and women would not bring a happy answer. But one thing is to know that something could happen, and another is to feel once again an almost forgotten feeling, one only felt in those trying times. Years, almost a decade, had passed since the last failure of this size. The rice stored from previous harvests would save the village during bad years, and the domains of the Clan, the famous family that oversaw the paddies and groves around Iberâza, were growing so large that it would take a jinx or a spirit's punishment for all that land – all that wealth – to fail. And yet, that year it did; in the past , good harvest after good harvest, the villagers could not stop themselves from wondering when the Great mother of rôdo would prove herself infertile for her children. Their constant expectation had served as an antidote to fear, but the people had forgotten the dismay a man or woman can feel when they realise they are forgotten.
The birchbark canoes of the last farmhands glided over the waters of lake Sibozjivôro, cutting through its surface, perturbing the light mist that blanketed it. As the verdict became clear to every woman and man in the village, their eyes moved away from the lake and towards the figures at the centre of their congregation. Tamabono turned towards them as well: the entirety of the Clan was there, standing proud and visibly unperturbed in the midst of their people. One could make no mistake in identifying the leaders from the rest of the villagers. If the villagers’ shawls were rough, the hemp clothes of the Clan were finer, softer. If the villagers’ hair was braided in practical styles, the curls of the Clanmen and Clanwomen were oiled and left free to fall on their backs, collected in fine nets. Their hands were smoother, softer, painted with ochre. Their feet were covered in warm buffalo skin, protected from the muddy ground of the lakeshore and the crispness of that autumn morning.
Tamabono, named after the indigo flower, had been birthed in a world where the Clan was just one Clan. Her mother had been a niece of the Clan’s leader, back in the day – back when the men of the Clan did not seek to distance themselves from the very people who tended to their fields and kept their hearths going. She had seen that change throughout her life; first the lands of the Clan grew larger, then other families who requested the Clan's help or favours became subordinate to them, and finally they had become the most important voice in the village: the last to speak.
The people of the Clan had become something closer to spirits than men and women. Tamabono had quietly followed that change throughout her life, never questioning it, never mentioning it, but accepting it – if begrudgingly.
The villagers were speechless, and so the Clan was to have the first and last word. The leader of the men turned towards the Clan-mother – she nodded, he stepped forward.
“ Ireberazamai.” He said, calling his village to attention. “As you can see, the Mother Lake has not given us our share of her bounty, this harvest. This comes at a moment of great difficulty for the Clan and the village, as our stores sit nearly empty.”
The village murmured, almost growled in unison. It was exactly as they feared: a winter of tubers and long, watery soups. The clan would keep what little they had, the village would fend for themselves.
But the leader spoke again.
“However,” – that was enough to make the village quiet again – “There is another way to see through the months ahead. The lake might not have given us a rich harvest… but our clan is rich, and our wealth will save us.”
The village was now completely silent, puzzled.
“We will ask our ancestor spirits to grant us leave to remove some prised possessions from our treasury – fine crafts made by the woman of my clan, and others acquired from your homes to ours. We will ask them leave to take those treasures and give them to our neighbouring villages in exchange of whichever part of the rôdu harvest they can spare.”
New murmurs filled the air – different murmurs, cheerful. Only Tamabono was quiet, as she leaned on her stick and smirked.
The Clan would save the village from its misery: they have not become similar to divine spirits, they have become the Rôdu mother herself! In her wisdom and experience, Tamabono could see – perhaps the only one amongst the cheering folk – what this meant for the future of her village, what changes this would bring to the lives of her children, grandchildren and future descendants. But Tamabono, an old crone who had once belonged to the Clan but had then been forgotten, could not say or do anything to change that. That was the new path that her people were destined to pursue.
As the Clan returned to their home above the mound to prepare the necessary rituals, Tamabono was left with one last proverb.
“A human life and a stream: even when obstacles create a new path, they will end the same way.”
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The Arhada
The Arhada live in the southern reaches of Tritonea, known to them as Arānolo, along the coast of the lakes Sibozjivôro, Orohivôro and Nanamovôro. Despite the fact that they form different nuclei of settlements around those three lakes, the Arhada maintain consistent traits in their cultural, social and political dimensions and a sense of kinship amongst each other.
Way of Life
The Arhada rely extensively on agriculture for their sustenance. Aside from rôdo, their name for Zizania acquatica, they cultivate two increasingly important crops: lemesojo, (Typha Dominigensis) and mobo (Sagittaria macrocarpa), the domestication of which began around the shores of lake Nanamovôro, quickly spreading to neighbouring communities. The planting of these aquatic crops is organised in paddies that run along the coast of the lakes that the Arhada inhabit: the modest, seasonal houses of farmhands are built on stilts near to the fields. Because of the relatively forgiving climate of their regions, with more temperate winters and decidedly hot summers, the people of the southern lakes can count on another key resource, further away from the lake. Jaba trees (Pecan) are the latest domesticate aquired by Arhada farmers, who, having gathered pecans in their wild forests since time immemorial, have begun to experimenting with grafting around the first century BD, and soon redrawing the landscape of their inland forests. Carefully designed plantations of pecans, which also provide safe, enclosed spaces in which pastors can let their cattle roam, are more and more common. From the nut, they can press golden jaba oil, which serves both as a culinary staple and a luxury export for its application in cosmetics. Their landscape, thus, is effectively divided into two bands; one of paddies along the lakeshore and a band of groves in the interior. Beyond those two layers, there are hunting grounds on both sides: the lake, where they hunt fish, eels and waterfowl, and the wild forests where they hunt passenger pigeons as they migrate through their region, as well as larger game. In the middle of this organised system of food gathering are the villages, on dry enough land to be shielded from flooding and humidity but close enough to the lakes to collect their bounty.
Society and Politics
In these villages, at the start of the formative era, an increasingly specialised class of merchants, pottery makers, copper workers and aristocratic administrators has begun to form, quickly setting themselves apart from the rest. Residing in courtyard-plan palaces built on low mounds at the heart of their communities, these clans administer the work, assemble the fieldhands and lead the spiritual life of the villages. Clan palaces, which as the dawn begins are growing larger and larger, cater to a host of activities: it is a home for the noble clan or clans that live within it, a place of employement for their attendants, workers and favourites, and a place for storage. Within the courtyard of these palaces, in fact, two standalone buildings can usually be found: on one side a granary, where food surpluses are stored in plentiful years, on the other a treasury, where instead the families collect their most prized and valuable possessions: fine textiles died with blue *Tamabono –*indigo –, copper plates and jewels, high quality clay pots, pipes and oil vessels, sculptures and many other artful objects resulting from the growing specialistic crafts of the cities. Most of those objects are made by the women of the clan, who specialise in a craft while the men administer the work of the village and tend to the cattle; others yet are bought with wealth generated by extra food production or gifted as favours in a complex network of intra-village relationships. In years of poor harvests, when even the granary is not enough, clans will pull from this wealth as an insurance of sorts – through intricate relationship of gifting, favours and mutual aid with neighbouring clans, they ensure that the real wealth, sustenance, remains stable through the years, allowing for their communities to thrive. At the start of the formative, these relationship would begin to evolve from promises and oaths to true contracts, often ending in the dominance of one clan over another, or the amalgamation of two clans into one – either for a period of time, or forever.
Culture and Kinship
The Arhada have a strongly dualistic view of the world: everything good is symmetrical and has a balanced counterpart that completes it. This view translates to how they perceive gender roles. Men and women inhabit two different worlds: it's understood that men take care of external matters in politics, village and family life, while women take care of the internal ones, with equal dignity given to both roles. At the highest form, in the political sphere, this means that men are tasked with animal husbandry, administration of works outside the village and the maintenance of social networks with neighbouring communities. Women on the other hand deal with the internal matters of the village, pass judgement, and organise and manage their acquired wealth.
Family, being the definition of an internal matter, is run by the women: clan mothers give birth to Orōmo, the male leaders who act as the outside face of the clan. While the Ōromo of a clan may be its chief executive and representative, the council of the matriarch, heeded within the walls of their courtyard-homes are binding. Families are matrilineal, but marriage is not necessarily matrilocal: both men and women can marry outside of their clan, usually to seek admittance into a higher status one. When marrying outside the clan, their wealth will be their "life-pot" (see "Religion and Myth"). As the transfer of power goes from Mother to son, to sister to nephew, and the children of men do not inherit the wealth of the clan, a mother's life-pot is the only inheritance they would receive – the absence of true affiliation to their father's clan is what prompts most children of endogamously married men to marry outside their family, rather than inside.
Marriages outside one's community, on the other hand, are fairly uncommon, and as such the Matriarchs of a specific village will often keep detailed oral accounts of genealogical informations regarding all the families that live in a village. Their historical knowledge is deep and half seeped in myth – parables, stories and proverbs are associated with every generation as a mnemonic device, turning the genealogies of villages into something resembling epic poems.
Proverbs are a very important feature in the Arhada's daily life and understanding of the world – everyone knows a host of topical proverbs for any situation, and the correct usage of proverbs in conversation associated with prestige, wit and wisdom. Arhada proverbs mostly work by analogy, comparing disparate concepts through a short, poetic phrase. Proverbs are used as namesakes, both for people, specific years and whole generations, and they form a base of common understanding between strangers.
Religion and Myth
The myths of the Arhada are a patchwork of different beliefs, varying from lake to lake, from plain to valley. Their main beliefs centre around the Rôdu-mother and the Moon-father, the divine couple who regulate the fertility of the lake and the passage of time, respectively. These two gods have generated all the spirits of nature that inhabit the world and keep it alive and who in turn have created lower spirits, who have created "clan spirits", who are the progenitors of mankind. In this cosmological myth, the attention that the Arhada place in the furthering of generations, the creation of offspring and their lineage is evident: it's not a surprise that all their gods and spirits come in married pairs.
Twins are especially revered as a clear manifestation of the cosmological strength of two opposing energies – male and female twins more than anything else. Birth is an important occasion, but the birth of a twin will be seen as a blessing, and a feast will usually be held to honour it. The most important rites for the Arhada, however, are connected to marriage. The Harvest Feasts, perhaps the most important recurring celebration, are directed by two high standing members of the community chosen by the ruling Clans, who are ritually married and "lord and lady" of the celebration for the entirety of the festive period. Ritual weddings are also practiced by shamans and soul-speakers, who will have a second wedding, aside from their secular one, entering the "clan" of the spirits they dedicate their life to. Finally, weddings are also a pivotal moment of transition for any Arhada man or woman.
The tradition of the Ibosso hadân, "the pot of life" is a very widespread one in the lands of the Arhada. As a child grows into a marriageable young man or woman, a maturity feast will be held, for which the young person will have to craft a vessel – a clay pot or a cattail basket, heavily decorated, are the most usual choices. During the feast, to which only the family or the entire village may be invited, everyone will provide a valuable gift that will fill the vessel, which will then serve as the personal wealth of that person. Marriage for the Arhada means the exchange of those vessels: a woman will acquire her husband's basket, a man will receive her wife's vase. This system, other than creating an amount of personal wealth for whoever in the couple married exogamously, serves to reinforce strong cultural themes.

All credit goes to u/BlueFishcake this is just a fanfic
And a really big thank you to u/Nightelfbane, u/MajnaBunny, u/Gantron414 and u/KLiCkonthat for all their help with inspiring me the edits and just being a collection of good eggs.
This story was inspired by a comment made by u/Crimson_saint357 on my first Tales of the Periphery Post.
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-- Out at the farthest spinward edge of the periphery, a space station hangs in the stable cradle of the stars LaGrange point were the traffic lanes of tramp freighters ploughing their way in from the galactic edge, returning from orphaned dead worlds weighed down with the riches of ruined civilizations.
This place where exiles, mercenaries, criminals of every type, revolutionaries, refugees, and agents of every stripe all plunged headfirst into what some kindly call a "melting pot", whereas the more vocal detractors call a "boil on the ass end of the universe".
But this story isn’t really about this festering hot bed, where the ship breaking yards specialise in the kind of recycling of parts from starships where the owner will find said missing piece the moment they try to fire up their reactor. Or the kind of place where a man can find himself after a drunken night of partying married to the kind of woman who’ll happily keep him on the hook rather than letting him off it.
Where he'll find out about his new reality the morning after as he wakes up from the kind of hangover that would make Dionysus smile.
However this isn’t where our story begins…..
Off on a distant waterworld coreward of the Periphery, just at the outer edge of the demarcation zone bordering the Consortium, where seas of algae have created a oxygen rich environment were hundreds casinos and accompanying infrastructure that caters to every caste of society from the lowest worker drone hoping to either feel anything in their soul crushing chase to buy their way out of bondage, just wanting to spend their limited relaxation vouchers before they expire, to even the richest aliens from across known space who’ll spend a dozen fortune’s during their stay on food, drink, entertainment and companionship, all the while being thoroughly separated from the dregs who'll cater to even their most outrageous whim.
All of this wealth was reflected in the bright yellow glow of the system's primary star. “Spectacular isn’t it?” An immaculately dressed male Shil’vati asked, his irises were piercing, riveting the attention of those who met his gaze, all the while his purple-skinned wives fussed around him meeting and greeting the many dignitaries, and social climbers that circled him and the pair of humans he was chatting up.
“Huh… oh sorry,” Hurbert said apologetically as he pulled at the collar of his tuxedo, the flabby leathery skin of the older man bulged over the neckline of his expensive dress shirt.
Which prompted his company's executive officer to chastise his commander. “Would you stop being rude!” With another nudge from Darell, the blonde-haired and much younger fresh-faced man who’s ensemble was more beguiling to the surrounding xeno’s with it’s deep V-neck which ran all the way down to his navel enquired as to what the Shil’vati male had been getting at before.
Totally nonplussed by the good natured ribbing of the two humanoids the Shil simply pointed upwards, the pair following his gaze. “That,” the Shil said gesturing up at the colossal dome that framed a picture-perfect sky. “They had to fabricate all of the glass panels off-world and ship it in, of course.” The male Shil said in a pretentious tone that made the older of the two want to punch the Purp, “As if there isn’t any readily accessible sand on this waterlogged rock obviously.”
They both parroted “obviously” as they stared up at the skylight that the little purple man was referring to covered the same square footage of the Michigan Stadium which also included parking areas in the now defunct good old US-of-A.
“The whole dome came just a shade under twelve billion credits I believe.” The pair of humans gawked silent amazement up at the crystalline dome and the stars winking above them as the male nattered on.
Which was juxtaposed with the opulence and over the top nature of not only this casino's guests but it’s surroundings as well, “Ha, posh wankers.” This astute observation offered by their newest crew mate over their hidden earbuds.
But when they tore their gaze away Hubert’s networked contact lenses highlighted a being in a red outline. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” he apologised. “But I’m sure my boyfriend here wants to go and get a drink.” Moving away, they ignored the bemused looks as while pretending to be a same sex couple, which had managed to allow them to disengage from the male whose wives shot them a collective look of disgust at their retreating backs while they followed their target who walked with the slumped and defeated air of a man who’s lost nearly everything to the house.
His silverish puffy hair gave him a foppish look that made him easy to pick out of a crowd. Their target, a Qal, was about as tall as them, thin and lanky, boring all the hallmarks of growing up in null-Gravity.
Sitting down at the same table, Hubert said “Admirable effect… old boy.” The Qal scowled up at the human.
Their target, Cakarg, mumbled something about ‘winning it back later’ but nearly spilt his drink when Darell slapped a heavy hand down on his shoulder. “The thing is Cakarg, self doubt is a silver tongued mistress.” he said amiably all the while never loosening his grip “It’s a foolish man who lays down to fuck her, chances are you’ll never get your balls back.”
Cakarg replied in a low and worried tone. “I’m sorry, but I never told you my name.”He tried to stand up, but was held in place by Darrel.
“Nope but we know you…. Now hold out your hands.” Hubert said in a gravelly tone.
Cakarg’s eyes went wide and suddenly realised “Did the board send you….. Oh god you’re going to cut my fingers off and send them too ‘em aren’t you.” the Qal started to quietly panic thinking of the kind of twisted horrors the shark-like corporations would do to him.
“What no!” Darell said, indignantly as he withdrew a pair of shock manicals.
“I can call out and laugh as security caves your skull in.” The Qal said, but he froze up as an object was pressed into his family jewels.
Hubert simply stated “You won’t because we’ve had a gun on you this whole time…… say hello Beau.”
Cakarg looked down and saw a mop of ginger hair of a four foot human as they slapped the cuffs on him with a nearly silent CLICK. “Gu’day Beau.”
As they whipped him around the pint sized aussie added in a faux friendly tone “Oi, mate. If you tried to leg it, I'd have zapped ya with enough microwaves,” he palmed the pulser pistol into the inner pocket of the child sized suit he wore “to make your nuts pop like a grape under a jack.”
“So this is where you say you’re taking me in?” Qal added in a sarcastic tone, as they covered his hands with a coat allowing their target some remnant of his ruined dignity.
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After dropping their prisoner off, the Qal who’d pissed himself at the sight of the Organic Repo agents who chase down contract jumpers are also known as ‘The Flesh Merchants’.
But the crew of humans didn’t care or dwell on the thoughts as they clinked their drinks knowing that the funds from this job would keep them supplied with fuel and air for a decade. The sounds of the glasses colliding were lost amongst the thump and synthetic beats that acted as top cover for the wheeling and dealing, and prostitution as nearly a hundred different women tried to out bid one another for the services of the two dozen male gigolos.
“To us,” The glasses clinked again. “To the Job,” More glasses clinked,accompanied by the gurgling of Rhinel, the frog-like creatures was drowned out as the entire crew of the good ship Shippy McShip Face drank, made merry and toasted their newest member.
“And to Beau” The cheers that went up was like a thunderstorm as the pint-sized man stood upon the table knocking over more than a few empty bottles in the process which clattered to the floor but went unheard.
"Cheers, and thanks, you fucking legends! I reckon we'll make a bloody fortune if we don't end up blasting each other or getting sucked out the airlock, eh?” The four foot, foul mouthed ginger Aussie said with a flourish from atop the table.
“Hehaha, shorrtass, you’rre funny, da?.” Roza guffawed in her native Russian as the little man took another bow.
“Thanks darl.” They continued to toast the man, even the drunken Krynn, the sole male Ulnus amongst the crew managed to pick himself up from in amongst his sisters who attended to the thoroughly sloshed alien which was only achieved by literally pickling one of the knife-wielding Rhinel in what amounted to high-grade rocket fuel.
Krynn, who was occupying a place on the floor in his slime form, his exoskeleton scattered all over the room like discarded clothes, managed to rouse his gelatinous form with a single tendril. “Pained response……. Here, here.”
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“Doarrr fucking hell!” Darell cried, as he groaned when his eyes wouldn’t open. “Oh Shit!” he said in a panic “Da fuck was in that…. Oh god I’M BLIND!”
Although for Darell his temporary bout of blindness was interrupted by one of the many Ulnus who lounged about in their gelatinous form suddenly removing the bug-like helmet that they used off his head “Resigned duty…. There we go.”
“BLARR!” When the suddenness of the light assaulting his eyes abated after a moment he said to one of his many cuddle obsessed girlfriends. “Oh why, thank you Klazar my ever beautiful and bed-able strumpet.”
Surveying their strange surroundings they collectively agreed that they found themselves in the cargo bay that wasn’t their own phase capable dropship but instead was a dilapidated hold of what appeared to be a bulk ore carrier that was covered in grime and more alarmingly rust.
An after vacating from the venting hazard, pretty soon the whole crew was partaking in a feast of greasy food, painkillers and a pools worth of water in a nearby eatery, Hubert, Darell, Roza, Klazar and even the previously pickled Krynn along with the rest of his Ulnus sisters were whispering a benediction that wouldn’t be heeded by anyone the universe over.
“I’m never drinking again.”
It was sometime later as the clattering sounds of their plates being taken away by the Gearschilde owner swaggered as the chrome cybernetics glinted as her orange face broke out in a smile at the contented sounds emanating from the merc crew.
Then Roza finally spoke up “Ummm has anyone seen the shortass?” referring to Beau, their newest foulmouthed crew mate.
Hubert’s face fell into a pensive grime knowing that this was going to be one of those days. “I guess we should find him then.” With that they set off trying to retrace their steps, because knowing the kind of free-wheeling and anarchic place Spin-Drift can be, they didn’t want the situation to get any more worse than it was.
Leaving and descending deeper into the bowels of the station they fail to notice a Arrttamine sitting down, her centaur like body with it’s humanoid torso was something right out of terran myth but is an artefact of her kinds enslavement and genetic alterations of their former masters.
“Oh who’s a sweet baby boy” She cooed to the snoring pint-sized moustached man that she swaddled against her ample chest.
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The small crowd of three humans and the Ulnus Klazar and Krynn, their chitinous exoskeletons shimmering, ventured through the depths of Spin-Drift station, embracing its allure. The air crackled with the energy of the bustling market as street vendors vied for attention, their neon-lit stalls displaying an array of tantalising goods. Their voices echoed through the corridors, luring passersby with promises of illicit tech upgrades and mind-altering substances.
“Ok so we’ll need to take a left here.” Klazar instructed over the cacophony.
The lower compartments of Spin-Drift station were dimly lit, with flickering holographic advertisements illuminating the walls. The ever-shifting lights created a disorienting atmosphere, accentuated by the throbbing basslines of distant clubs. As they turned a corner, gravity shifted and transitioned into a disorienting zone, causing the humans to adjust their balance.
Suddenly, they’re bombarded by the pulsating glow of neon lights, marking their destination. The Watchyourback market sprawled before them, a labyrinthine maze of winding alleys and hidden stalls. Street vendors with cybernetic enhancements beckoned them, their artificially enhanced voices oozing with persuasive charm. Exotic creatures of various shapes and sizes prowled the shadows, their eyes gleaming with curiosity and a hint of menace.
“So after the club Why the fuck did we come down to the Watchyourback market?” Hurbet asked, his voice barely cut through the clamour.
Observing the flamboyant sign, Darell squinted and questioned, "Shouldn't there be spaces?"
"Negative... It's all one word," Krynn corrected, scanning the vibrant scene.
Roza, her senses heightened by the simulants she ingested to stave off the three day hangover, chimed in, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Well, maybe it's all about emphasising its reputation?"
The group moved deeper into the market, their presence parting the crowd like a prow of a ship, as the aliens prowled and cavorted around them. Some creatures, with luminescent tattoos and augmented limbs, cast lingering glances at the humans, their intentions ambiguous.
Creatures of every kind howled as they passed, their voices blending with the pulsing music and the hiss of steam escaping from hidden vents. An alien woman with bioluminescent skin and iridescent eyes leered at them, her gaze both inviting and foreboding.
"Confirmed... This should be it," Krynn affirmed, his voice barely audible amidst the sensory overload.
The building before them stood in stark contrast to the grubby, dirt-filled corridors and the teeming masses outside. Pushing open the large, authentic wooden doors, which groaned in protest, the five of them entered what appeared to be a house of worship, the air heavy with the scent of incense and the faint hum of ancient machinery.
Inside they found a smallish shine that was devoted to a strange and many headed god that not even the well travelled Hubert could place.
But this sight of the statue of this godhead was shattered when a shrieking cry of “BLASPHEMERS!” broke their revelry. By a tall slender woman who’s angular face was curled up in anger.
Darell ever the peacemaker stepped forward to defuse the situation “I’m sorry but we don’t…”
“You don't remember.” The xeno woman said with a chopping motion Darell duck “I'm guessing you also don't remember barging in here, blathering incoherently about your captain getting married or about the room full of Rhinel. Which also means you don't remember losing your temper and trashing my temple."
Roza tried to haggle “We’ll pay for the damages.”
But this just made the robed alien woman harrumphed with anger “I don’t know how your father raised you but running around partying and paying others to clean it up. I don't think so. Clean up your own damned mess.”
Hubert motioned for the four to start picking up the scattered bottles and and messed up holy objects the woman's rant before him reminding him of the impassioned tirades his own late mother would go on when he didn’t finish his chores around the house back just before the fateful liberation day.
A while later when the place was much more organised than what it had been, “Now ma’am” Hubert said, slightly inclined his head. “I do apologise for everything, and I think we’ve done enough.” Looking around he noticed that Klazar and Krynn had even gone about polishing the small statue of the unidentifiable deity.
With a sigh the women's robes swished as she recited “The one above all teaches us love and compassion and most of all forgiveness as to what you’re on about it was mostly slurred but you mentioned Beau was to be your best ‘man’ and something about a card game with a being called Tethysa.”
Roza after conducting a quick search on the station's public net she found the woman in question and the crew left bidding the woman goodbye and luck in her search for either cosmic enlightenment or landing a husband.
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After leaving the house of worship, and conveying themselves back to the upper levels without any major trouble, the only thing of note was one of the local slaver getting a hand stapled to a table with a knife by the ever protective Ulnus girlfriend Klazar, when said slaver tried to pull her and her sisters boyfriend into a dark alley.
But as the low buzzed of the crowds, of dock workers, tourists, miners, stevedores along with a thousand different professions and races who went to and fro about their day whilst the crew was ordering food.
“Hi.” Darell said, grabbing the attention of the stalls proprietor, then doing his best to gurgle out the name of the large cthulu’esque alien behind the counter, “I’d like a portion of the blue… no no not the red ones!” The beings tentacles wrapped around a set of tongs, heaping a large helping of a kind of food that was nearly as universal in the known universe as hydrogen.
Noodles that were thick, served with a generous helping of sauce and vegetables and meat. That they would’ve made any foodie loosen their belt that would be accompanied with a sigh of contentment.
“Enquiry…. So why didn’t you let her eat that slaving pease off.” The next work was lost as Krynn’s membrane wasn’t able to vibrate as he and his sister continued to pour whole cups of the food past the open mouth guards of their insect-like helmets.
Darell was about to say something around a full mouth of food, but was stopped by a quick slap to the back of his head, which made the ships XO snip out half masticated grub “Don’t talk with your mouth full…. And to answer your question my dear.” Krynn waited expectantly as the good captain finished his second helping “We don’t need the trouble and do you remember the last time your sister ate someone who bothered one of ours.”
Roza shuddered seeing someone scream and try and claw her way out as their skin dissolved wasn’t pretty and was the main reason they couldn’t go back to the consortium.
However the clattering of chopsticks broke him out of his reverally “Anyway let's get going.” and off they went Hubert masked his worry well as the news of him getting married after a drunken bender had shaken him to the core. For he knew very well that keeping one now ex-wife happy was a chore while trying to keep multiple wives happy was a joke played on the universe by a very cruel and sadistic god.
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The thumping beats of the packed club and casino echoed around them which brought back the memories that kicked off this misadventure in the first place.
“Concern…… Keep it together Roza.” Krynn said, while employing the human gesture he’d learned, rubbing her back to try and dispel the greenish sickly look from the exo pilot as she turned away from the bar.
All the while Hubert was returning and upon seeing the look on his fellow pilot's face he deposited the drink onto a table before saying “Ok…. either we’re famous or we’re expected.” The whole crew was already on edge at being, but then a well dressed Pesrin, sporting a Cheshire cat like grin, and features that were all too reminiscent of the felonies on distant terra.
Except this cat-like alien wasn’t a catgirl and had more in common with cats who’re taught to stand on their hind legs “Please follow me.” The crew of mercenaries were disoriented but determined to find their missing member, and following their guide took them through the winding corridors of the station. The walls seemed to twist and turn, creating a surreal labyrinth that played tricks on their senses. As they turned a corner, their eyes widened in disbelief.
The stairs twisted and turned, intersecting at impossible angles, seeming to defy gravity and logic. Some stairs led upwards, while others descended into the seemingly infinite depths of Spin-drift.
Hubert scratched his head, trying to make sense of the perplexing sight before him. "Are we supposed to climb up or down?" he asked their guide.
The Pesrin guide chuckled with a tooth grin with a mischievous glint in their eyes. Replying with "Just trust in the path that unfolds." With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, the crew cautiously stepped onto the first set of stairs.
To their surprise, the clockwork-like steps shifted beneath their feet, rearranging themselves to accommodate their movements. What was once a downward slope became an upward climb, and vice versa. The crew found themselves ascending and descending, their senses spiralling into a dizzying dance.
Darell clung to the railing, his knuckles turning white. "This feels like a fucking roller coaster!" he shouted over the disorienting cacophony of footsteps, distant beats from the club and casino, its surreal sounds echoing through the ethereal corridors.
Roza, always adventurous, let out a delighted laugh as she leaped from one set of stairs to another, seemingly defying the laws of gravity. "I've always wanted to be part of an Escher painting!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of exhilaration and disbelief.
Klazar, normally composed and stoic, wore a perplexed expression as they cautiously navigated the ever-shifting stairs. "Nervousness….. This is unlike anything I've ever encountered," they mused.
As the crew continued their journey, they noticed other groups of beings traversing the Escher-like stairs, each with their own sense of awe and wonder. Aliens with tentacles, robotic entities, and even a group of singing rhinel’s all coexisted within this twisted space, finding their way through the impossible architecture.
Time seemed to lose meaning as the crew ventured deeper into the labyrinthine corridors. Each step led them to new perspectives and mind-bending angles.
The crew's confidence grew, embracing the absurdity of their surroundings with a newfound sense of camaraderie.
Finally, as they approached a junction of staircases that defied all conventional logic, their guide turned to face them. "Your destination lies just beyond this threshold," they said, their voice carrying a hint of mystery.
With a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, the crew prepared to cross the threshold, their trust in the unknown guiding them forward. As they took their first step into the enigmatic space beyond, the surreal corridors of the Escher-like station section continued to unfold, challenging their perception and forever leaving an indelible mark on their memories.
As they entered the sweetly smelling, smoky room, the crew was immediately engulfed in a whirlwind of chaos. Hubert, was swept off his feet and whisked away by a creature whose tail disappeared into the haze.
“You’ve finally came…. Now you and this one can procreate.” The deep voice of Tethysa squealed with joy amongst the vale of smoke which to everyone's surprise her voice sounded eastern european.
Instead of cries of pain or panic, the crew heard Hubert's voice amidst a flurry of profanities and protests that would have made even the most hardened sailor blush.
What they witnessed inside the room left them dumbfounded. Hubert was ensnared in the embrace of a being with two sets of human-like arms and an upper torso that appeared merged into a caterpillar-like body and this being had a set of overly exaggerated cleavage by human standards that was only kept in check by a single strip of fabric that acted as a poor excuse for a bra. The creature's lengthy and squishy form wriggled with joy as she planted kisses all over Hubert's face and neck, causing him to sink further into her embrace.
Roza, Darell, Klazar, and Krynn approached, their eyes taking in the garish decorations that adorned the room. It seemed like a bizarre fusion of a Moroccan mansion and an opium den, with a towering water pipe that made the Shil'vati male standing next to it appear diminutive.
The Shil'vati turned to address the crew, his slender finger pointing up at their captain, who was now covered in royal jelly.
"So, you lot are finally back. Look, I've been patient, but," he paused, his frustration evident. "He still owes me."
"How much?" Roza inquired, but the anger in the jeweller's face grew a deeper shades of purple.
"It's not about the money. I wouldn't have given him the wedding ring on credit if that little hairy one didn't convince me of their love," the Shil'vati gestured with a thumb over his shoulder. "It's one of my finest pieces."
The mention of their missing crewmate sparked Darell's curiosity, despite the distractions of the creature known as Tethysa disappearing behind a fabric screen, casting intriguing shadows as she went to work on consummating her union with Hubert. "Do you know what happened to him?"
"The short ass," Roza interjected playfully.
"Yeah, him. Do you know where he went afterwards?" Darell struggled to maintain composure amidst the girly cries of ecstasy emanating from their nominal employer. "Well, we've all taken one for the team. Here's hoping married life treats you well, boss," he thought with a mental chuckle.
"Oh, he fucked off to make all the arrangements while those two were busy flirting and swapping slit, I mean you’re crew was totally blasted, the only thing keeping the predators away was her reputation." The Shil'vati burst into laughter, as if someone had shared a scandalous joke.
"I mean, I've never seen a human attracted to a Voporiagong of all things," he continued to chuckle, but then his eyes grew pensive because of the revelation. "What, you really don't even remember where you left him? Especially after he told me such a sweet story about how you all met."
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It was several days later when Hubert managed to disentangle himself from the amorous clutches of his new bride, and found himself seated at the noodle bar with the rest of the crew.
"Well, Captain, looks like you're really taking the plunge this time. Let's hope you don't sink!" quipped Darell, his XO, giving the overly sexed newlywed a hearty pat on the back. The crew erupted in laughter, fully aware that Tethysa, now their company's biggest shareholder, had secured their financial stability by acquiring all of the captain's shares and debts as her wedding dowry.
With Tethysa's substantial investment, their mercenary command's rating had soared from a lowly D to a solid B+. No longer were they a scrappy, struggling outfit on the brink of insolvency.
Klazar placed a fresh plate of noodles in front of the captain, who was drowning his sorrows in his drink. "Happy statement... Captain, to use a human idiom, I can already see the ball and chain attached to your ankle. May your steps be steady!" Klazar teased, her accent carrying a hint of amusement.
"Congratulations... Captain! Get ready for a lifetime of navigating the choppy waters of matrimony!" someone hollered from the back of the crowd.
"Aw, you lot can bugger off... I would've never joined that card game if I knew this was gonna happen," Hubert grumbled in resignation. It wasn't the marriage itself that bothered him, but rather the lack of exciting contracts that would keep him off the station for the next year or two, as Tethysa had informed him after she had emptied his pockets.
"This one's so thrilled... When she informed her clan of the news, they left our homebelts to be present for the joining' ritual," Hubert explained, his voice tinged with exasperation.
Krynn joined the group, placing a comforting hand on the captain's shoulder. "From one rogue to another, Hubert, echoin' my sister's words... Remember that marriage is a gamble. Let's hope you hit the jackpot!"
As the night wound down and the crowds dispersed to their bunks or ships for the station's night cycle, the crew gathered in their usual flop house. They grumbled, but the captain asserted his rank, stubbornly declaring, "I don't care how plush those rooms are, I'm not whoring myself just so you," he pointed a finger at the Ulnus who had engulfed Darell, "can have a cuddle session."
Their argument was interrupted by a loud crash as a visibly distressed Arrttamine stumbled into the room. Her eyes darted around anxiously, dark bags underlining her exhaustion. Her hair was dishevelled, clinging to her crystalline body, and her ample chest heaved with rapid breaths. "Thank the spirits, human, you've gotta help me!"
She unslung a large bundle from her back, and the bundle wriggled within its confines. "I found this child, and I can't get him to feed or sleep. I think he's got some brain damage with the way he speaks it’s all weird and unintelligible."
Muffled angry sounds emitted from the tightly wrapped bundle as the Arrttamine unfurled it, revealing a thick, unruly mop of ginger hair. "Geez, thank bloody heavens I can see... Oh g'day there, Boss," Beau, the pintsized rambunctious drunkard of a crewmate greeted the captain with a cheeky grin on his face.
"How... WHY?" the captain demanded, staring at the man who had single-handedly orchestrated their week-long escapade of chaos.
"Well, it's a funny story..." Beau started, coughing before it dissolved into a wheezing chuckle. "But before I spill the beans, ya got any grog? This one," he nodded toward the confused Arrttamine, "has had me drinkin' nothin' but milk for a bloody week."

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