G.D. Falksen's Blog, page 171
December 13, 2018
Imperial Snapchat
Imperial Snapchat. Admiral Piett is currently leading the contest.
Thanks for the wonderful idea, @kaelinaloveslomaris and @occasionalinanity
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One of the short...
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One of the short stories I want to write for my
Patreon patrons is an Ouroboros Cycle short depicting Basileios and his
followers.Set in the 1920s, this is a dinner
scene where Basileios and his followers are meeting in Paris for a
sumptuous dinner. Some of the followers are his original students from
before the exile. Others are Shashavani who have been sent into exile or
abandoned the order, and were recruited by Basileios later on. The
division between the original students and these new converts is very
clear, and it clouds their interactions, although everyone must be
polite and keep protocol lest they anger their master. The star of the
evening is, of course, Edith the Saxon, Basileios’s favorite, who has
recently opened an art gallery to showcase modern, postwar art. She is
especially interested in showcasing the works of former soldiers, in
particular those suffering from shell shock and other psychological
trauma. Basileios is very supportive, but some of the other followers
resent Edith’s privileged position. Jane Fairfax is present as well,
quietly chafing under the yoke of her new servitude. The Basilisks do
not share the Shasahvani’s respect for those still living in the shadow
of death, and it is becoming clear to Fairfax that Basileios’s followers
regard her as a servant rather than an equal. This position does not
suit her, and she intends to change it as soon as the time is right.
Meanwhile, the other Basilisks scheme in the shadows. They dare not
offend Basileios with their plots, but they are more than happy to
conspire against one another. In the end, all that matters is their
master’s favor and their own bloodthirsty ambitions.It is 1921, the Great War is over, the old world is dead, and Paris is a wilderness of tigers.
