Username: tehexile Any background information: bonus points if you recognise where I got the names of the two aviators from Excerpt:
“Our ship could do with a cat,” said Perfidy.
“Are you joking? Cats are bad luck!” commented Massebot.
“That's black cats, stupid!”
“No, on a ship they're all bad luck! They eat rats, so the rats can't leave the sinking ship!”
“Airships don't sink, they explode violently! You don't get survivors from an exploding airship, even rats!”
“Can we not talk about exploding airships just before we get on an airship?” requested Tracy.
“Don't worry, the Emporium has never exploded once!” Perfidy promised them.
“It would if we had a cat!” said Massebot.
“Would you be quiet? Guards are looking!” whispered the Paladin irritably. He had been trying to scan the streets for signs of demonic activity. Their route took them past the street where Tracy had met the cultists but obviously it wasn't going to be overtly filled with suspicious figures in hooded robes whispering about demons and pointedly avoiding guards, apart from themselves. During the day, even a particularly dark day, there was work to do, and the inhabitants of the well-to-do area of town were all busy working in the banks and the courtrooms and managing the affairs of the Guilds. The streets had been washed clean and the motors for the clockwork lamps lit up by apprentices who hated the work but were happy to receive the generous tips, giving it the look of order and respectability common to all secret covens of demon-worshippers. Eventually, he gave up and they made their way to the front gate.
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Any background information: bonus points if you recognise where I got the names of the two aviators from
Excerpt:
“Our ship could do with a cat,” said Perfidy.
“Are you joking? Cats are bad luck!” commented Massebot.
“That's black cats, stupid!”
“No, on a ship they're all bad luck! They eat rats, so the rats can't leave the sinking ship!”
“Airships don't sink, they explode violently! You don't get survivors from an exploding airship, even rats!”
“Can we not talk about exploding airships just before we get on an airship?” requested Tracy.
“Don't worry, the Emporium has never exploded once!” Perfidy promised them.
“It would if we had a cat!” said Massebot.
“Would you be quiet? Guards are looking!” whispered the Paladin irritably. He had been trying to scan the streets for signs of demonic activity. Their route took them past the street where Tracy had met the cultists but obviously it wasn't going to be overtly filled with suspicious figures in hooded robes whispering about demons and pointedly avoiding guards, apart from themselves. During the day, even a particularly dark day, there was work to do, and the inhabitants of the well-to-do area of town were all busy working in the banks and the courtrooms and managing the affairs of the Guilds. The streets had been washed clean and the motors for the clockwork lamps lit up by apprentices who hated the work but were happy to receive the generous tips, giving it the look of order and respectability common to all secret covens of demon-worshippers. Eventually, he gave up and they made their way to the front gate.