Mariamne's Medallion
A coin that depicts a beautiful tropical forest paradise, surrounded by birds in flight.
Mariamne, who has been stood aside all this while, yet listening intently, steps forward with sudden fervour.
In her palm, she holds a small, silvery coin or medallion - the disc appears scratched and marred, but ancient in origin; you notice the obverse appears somewhat defaced, as if the hieroglyphs that once adorned its edges have been filed away.
You see the small disc depicts a tropical forest - an island paradise overlooked by a peculiar obelisk, surrounded by flying birds.
>>5683926In an earnest and impassioned voice, Mariamne implores:
-Madame Blackwood speaks the truth! Here, this is what we are fighting for. This medallion is from the world before the Old Armistice; I took it from my Father. Father always told me I was named after this place, though Mother always insisted I was named after the Sea. But look at what this place once was - a lush forest, with birds - not a barren desert wasteland! With the Algorismus, we could remake this land anew...
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>Oh, I see now, the reason why the torture mutilation Eankke cultists wrap themselves so joyfully in barbed wire is to remind themselves of flesh? The pain of flesh and the blasphemy of the ancient fleshmelding Synthemata. Ah it all makes sense! >You know, the reason why these Eankke Brotherhood cultists are probably so obsessed with gas masks, machine guns, torture and violence is probably because... well, I don't see any women amongst them. Maybe you should propose some, er... alliance... like a conjugal, er cessation of hostilies, a friendly coupling... (attempt to propose DESERT ORGY to a horrified Madame Blackwood)>so the Algorismus is like some sort of NORAD, AWACS battlespace command and control computer except instead of radar and aircraft, it intercepts and simulates human thoughts?? But where does the Odalisque fit into this?>You weep at the descent from genteel 19th century decorum and manners into whatever narrative abomination has now been birthed from the womb-mind of the QM. You must kill all of these traitors and rebels. In the name of the Sempiternal Empire... (QM: commence slaughter)>Something else? Write-in. For example, you can try to >Feed an item into the Algorismus (which one?)>Shoot one of the counterweights, or both, to raise the dais>(Specify weapon - no roll required)>The Bell>The Shattered Face>Shoot both 