Back to Alvsgaard (1 of 2)

["Amit J. Sabnis" <ajsabnis@stanford.edu>]

Following is a log of the Alvsgaard TP.  It is split into two parts; at one
point, Pers, Ariane, and Klaude return to the Alvstadpalatz.  This log
follows their actions.  The second email follows (albeit a bit spottily) the
continued action at the fishing village on St. Herbert's Island.  Enjoy!

-Pers
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Guild Heighliner (Space)


     This is the OOC nexus for space travel. No RP is to be done in this
room! Travel between worlds in the Dune Universe is a lengthy process and is
considered to take days or weeks of IC time. Do not travel to another
faction's home world without IC permission to do so!

Exits:
 Arrakis -- Dune <D> leads to Landing Field -- Fredhrick XIV Memorial
Starport (Arrakis)
 Garrashu -- Rastanyev Homeworld <R> leads to Main Terminal -- Michel
Rastanyev Starport (Garrashu)
 Alvsgaard -- Alvstad Homeworld <A> leads to Guild Spaceport -- Archipelago
23 (Alvsgaard)
 Giedi Prime -- Harkonnen Homeworld <H> leads to Landing Field -- Feyd
Starport -- Harko (Giedi Prime)
 Marcinko -- Ginaz Homeworld <G> leads to Lobby -- Marcinko Spaceport
(Marcinko)
 Kaitain <K> leads to Main Terminal -- Guild Spaceport (Kaitain)

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Rubikssen Hotel -- Archipelago 23 (Alvsgaard)

        The construction of the 35-story Rubikssen Hotel was a milestone for
Varldsmarknadsplats in 10,085. Advocates hailed it as a sign of the
archipelago's resurgence, but four fiskrestaurangs were torn down to make
room for it, leading food critics to portend the end of Contemporary Alvst
cuisine. Both the hotel and the cuisine have survived, even thrived in a way
no one might have predicted. Its centerpiece is the signature 30-story
atrium, complete with a half dozen glass suspensor lifts that whisk guests
to their floors at dizzying speeds.

        The polished steel-and-metaglass design of the lobby is reminiscent
of Ixian neomodernism, but small glowglobes, set on flicker, give the room a
romantic, almost cozy feel. A door on the east wall leads to Elvissen's
Fiskrestaurang, which coexists happily with the hotel in a lucrative
symbiosis. Since its completion, the Rubikssen has been the hotel of choice
for out-freyn diplomats and businessmen who desire Imperial amenities at
Alvsgaard prices.
(Type 'hhelp' for hotel commands.)

Exits:
 Lift Doors <LD>
 Side Door <E> leads to Elvissen's Fiskrestaurang -- Archipelago 23
(Alvsgaard)
 Revolving Doors <NE> leads to Varldsmarknadsplats -- Archipelago 23
(Alvsgaard)

The Viscount and his entourage step through the revolving doors of the
massive Rubikssen Hotel, on there way to meet the Lady Atreides and escort
her towards the day's demonstrations. No small amount of gurglish-sounding
whispering in Alvst follows this, as it is not everyday the Viscount of
Alvsgaard himself is seen out and about. This is mostly ignored, however,
and what few gawkers lose sight of themselves are politely brushed aside by
attending guards.

The group approaches Sveena, seated in the small reception area by the
elevator. "Lady Sveena," Pers says in polite greeting, "Good morning. I
trust you slept well?"

Sveena moves a hand to brush back her curls as she looks up as the group
approaches, she stands graceful, and smiles as she gives Pers a small
curtise due is rank, and a graceful nod to the others before she speaks,
"Good more Lord Viscount, and yes I did thank you for asking, I had a lovely
view from my room..", she says with a stunning twist to her lips in a smile.
The gaurds with her stand to the back letting the lady speak..

Dirk steps slowly behind the Viscount. His skin is touched lightly by the
local sun; skin is peeling on his nose. Despite the sunburnt flesh, he wears
his clothes well for a giant. In his hand is a sharkskin brief case. He bows
in response to the Lady Darleken-Atreides's regal nod and then stands
quietly.

Brand stays fairly close to the Viscount, keeping watch on the area
casually. He bows to the Lady Sveena as the entourage approaches.

"Well to hear it," Pers replies...is that an accent cropping into his tone?
No doubt proximity to Alvsgaard changes a few things in the Viscount's
constitutions. "I believe you have met most of the members of our entourage
today, but allow me to introduce Doctor Klaude Tordarsson, our House Suk.
The Doctor's family is well placed in the aquacultural industry."

Klaude looks almost dwarfed by the briefcase-carrying man's size, but in
fact he is of merely average height. He watches the customary pleasantries
being exchanged, nodding in agreement but still remaining somewhat detached.
He quietly fingers his waxed moustache, letting his gaze play over his
Viscount and the Atreides lady.

Klaude steps forward and bows low from his waist. "Enchanted to make your
acquaintance, Lady. Yes, my family is the one behind Tordarsson Aquatics,
one of this planet's largest growers, although my own path has taken me into
another career, as you can see."

Sveena turns her starlight eyes towards Klaude at the introduction and gives
another smile, "A pleaure to meet you Doctor Tordarsoon..", she then turns
towards Dirk and then Brand, "And to see you both again WeaponMaster
Klauth-Zhi'ang, Master Hathanielsman..", she then turns her eyes back to
Klaude and nods once more, "At times our paths do take us from where we are
born, but that does not mean we don't enjoy and understand the duty and
histories of our families..", she comments softly before looking towards
Pers once adding him into the comment it seems.

Klaude smiles in agreement with Sveena's comment, before briefly glancing at
Pers as she does. "Very true, yes. I never fail to receive updates on the
company's progress in innovations. Since our headquarters is somewhat on the
fringes of Alvgaard's inhabitable space, and since we've always chosen to
diversify our crops, I am always receiving exciting news from home to relay
to others, especially the Viscount here."

Pers inclines his head, acknowledging the Lady's comment with a low-voiced,
"Indeed." After a moment's pause, during which he either considers the
matter or politely waits for others to do the same, the Viscount says,
"Would you prefer to view the grain-growing presently? I'm sure between the
Doctor and the Mariner, you'll be well informed of the involved processes."

Dirk bows again to the Lady silently. Thoughts rush to a passage in the
Orange Catholic Bible: Life is but a larger path that passes new paths
before us. It is to the individual to choose which paths to take. But there
will always be more. He falls into reverie.

<Alvstad> Pers says, "Deep, dude."
<Alvstad> Dirk says, "Yeah, I saw it on a fortune cookie once."

Sveena tilts her head to the side to push a curl that seems to always get
out of control as she listens to first the doctor and then pers, she smiles
at Klaude's comments, as if she understands the whole being kept imformed
and then nods towards Pers, "I would be most interesting in viewer and
learning more, that is after all the reason for this jounery, and if now
will do for you all then by all means lead the way..", she speaks in answer
to Pers, with a glances towards him, but ends her words looking towards Dirk
and Klaude.

"Wonderful," Pers remarks to no one in particular, addressing Brand with a
brief handsign. "We'll proceed presently, then. If you wish to stop anywhere
in particular, please do not hesitate to ask...Alvsgaard's hospitality is at
your disposal." With that, he leads the way outside of Rubikssen's Hotel.

You paged Brand with 'The handsigns: keep a close watch on Sveena and do not
let her stray.'.

You walk through the Revolving Doors.

Varldsmarknadsplats -- Archipelago 23 (Alvsgaard)

        Though it cannot match the grandeur of the Gustafsplats or the pomp
of the Palatzplats, the Valrdsmarknadsplats is the true center of Alvsgaard.
It is the aorta through which runs the lifeblood of Alvst society: the
almighty solari. The financial center not only of Alvsgaard but of the
entire quadrant, the square is surrounded by the headquarters of the major
Alvst corporations: Vorus Fishworks, Molvaer Industrial, L. H. Piterssen
Design, and the granddaddy of them all, the Alvstad Polymercantile.

        In the center of the square spins an ethereal holoprojection of
Alvsgaard, a flickering blue globe with tiny black speckles. Surrounding the
square are bluestone statues of the Hundred Bankers. Cold, unfriendly
steel-and-metaglass edifices tower above tiny, expensive restaurants, which
nestle in between the skyscrapers and greedily hoard any square meter of
space they can find.

Exits:
 Metal Footbridge <NW> leads to Guild Spaceport -- Archipelago 23
(Alvsgaard)
 Revolving Doors <SW> leads to Rubikssen Hotel -- Archipelago 23 (Alvsgaard)
 Double Doors <S> leads to Elvissen's Fiskrestaurang -- Archipelago 23
(Alvsgaard)

Dirk walks in from Rubikssen Hotel through the Revolving Doors.
Sveena walks in from Rubikssen Hotel through the Revolving Doors.
Brand walks in from Rubikssen Hotel through the Revolving Doors.
Klaude walks in from Rubikssen Hotel through the Revolving Doors.

Guards clear a pathway through the usual crowd, allowing clear access back
towards the direction of the Spaceport. "In order to access the
Alvstadpalatz Ferry," Pers says casually towards Sveena, "I'm afraid we'll
have to pass the Halbergen Shipping Yards. Many find this...unpleasant. I
apologize in advance."

You walk along the Metal Footbridge.

Guild Spaceport -- Archipelago 23 (Alvsgaard)(#1567RntJ)

        A massive slab of thick concrete nearly fifteen meters thick in some
places, painted in a light grey color with yellow guide lines, this large
artificial island designed by the Guild was meant to take the wear and tear
of countless takeoffs and landings. Concrete supports plunge down to the
depths of the ocean floor itself, each support beam thicker than three men,
and a network of catwalks, braces, and guide wires is visible were one to
tip over the edge for a dangerous glimpse. At night, lights along the
starport illuminate, guiding in frigates and ensuring that any ships on the
sea will not accidentally drive themselves onto the reinforced edge.

Exits:
 Boarding Passage <SP> leads to Guild Heighliner (Space)
 Concrete Ramp <N> leads to Halbergen Shipping Yards -- Archipelago 23
(Alvsgaard)
 Metal Footbridge <SE> leads to Varldsmarknadsplats -- Archipelago 23
(Alvsgaard)

Brand walks in from Varldsmarknadsplats along the Metal Footbridge.
Dirk walks in from Varldsmarknadsplats along the Metal Footbridge.
Klaude walks in from Varldsmarknadsplats along the Metal Footbridge.
Sveena walks in from Varldsmarknadsplats along the Metal Footbridge.

Using Alvst, Pers pauses and speaks briefly to Brand in a low voice.
"Weaponsmaster, could you perhaps see to a cargo sled to carry us into the
Shipping Yards? I fear the Lady Atreides will be unable to deal with the
crowd."

Sveena tilts her head with an arched eyebrow towards Pers, "Mmm, of course
Lord Viacount..", she comments gently, though her voice seems more curious
than worried as she walks along, letting her eyes move over the areas she
hasn't seen.

Brand pauses while listening to the Viscount, then nods briskly and
disappears briefly into the crowd. When he returns, he is followed by a
large cart-like vehicle.

Brand says, "As you requested, my Lord Viscount." He turns to the assembled
company. "If you would be so good as to board the vehicle, it will be easier
to make our way through the crowds."

Pers pauses and extends a hand to help Sveena up onto the motorized
contraption before seating himself, tucking his cape neatly at his side.

Sveena glances towards the cart-like vehicle a moment and then takes Per's
hand as she moves with graceful steps into the unusal cart, her cloak is
kept out of thoses ways with practiced hands as she seats herself, before
asking, "Is it always this crowded near the Space Port?", the question seems
to be to any who might wish to answer.

Magnus comes from the Halbergen Shipping Yards.

The party loads itself onto the Cargo Sled, but Pers abruptly stands up and
gestures to someone off in the distance, presently coming from the direction
of the Shipping Yards. "Lord Chuwon," he manages to bellow without looking
terribly undignified. "Do join us."

Klaude , with an elderly puff of breath, hoists himself up using the
vehicle's frame. That done, he takes a seat.

Dirk steps into the cart easily, and decides to answer the Lady's question,
"Usually not, m'Lady. But today cargo-haul is due for the next heighliner
back to Kaitain. Workers must produce and deliver on time or business will
be lost."

Magnus blinks, as he hears someone speaking his name, and looks up, before
he nods, slowly, making his way towards the sled, and enters it. He keeps
looking down towards his notebook, for some reason...

Brand, seeing that everyone is settled, hops lightly aboard the vehicle and
speaks a few terse commands in Alvst to the driver. With a slight lurch, the
vehicle trundles towards the shipyards to the north.

Sveena takes in the comment from Dirk about the day, her eyes narrowing a
little in thought as the swipe the area, she then smiles when she notices
Magnus, even if he seems distracted. She then leans back in her seat as the
vehicle moves.

You pass the Concrete Ramp.

Halbergen Shipping Yards -- Archipelago 23 (Alvsgaard)

        For the newcomer, the Halbergen Shipping Yards are an unbelievable
assault on the senses. For most of its occupants, however, it's just
business as usual. Billowing clouds of inky smoke rides on the subtler fumes
of petroleum-based fuel and the unavoidable undercurrent of fishy brine,
bringing tears to one's eyes and foul smells with each breath. Sailors and
merchants roar back and forth over the clanging sounds of Ixian lifting
devices and transports. In various corners, one can see men loading enormous
barrels onto the transport ships docked about the Yards, salesmen hunched
over shipping manifestos, and sailors tying knots, each acting as though
absolutely nothing intrusive were taking place; the very epitome of Alvst
Industry at it's finest.

Players:
 Ariane
Objects:
 Call Bell
Exits:
 Concrete Ramp <S> leads to Guild Spaceport -- Archipelago 23 (Alvsgaard)

Brand comes from the Guild Spaceport.
Klaude comes from the Guild Spaceport.
Magnus comes from the Guild Spaceport.
Sveena comes from the Guild Spaceport.

In even the best of conditions, the Halbergen Shipping Yards are a crowded
mess. But today, as businessmen and carriers frantically prepare to meet
deadlines for the departing Heighliner, the assault is more than can be
expected. People push and shove without any concern for others; luckily,
most think twice before attempting to toss a cargo sled out of the way. The
Viscount's entourage and his guest roll steadily over the concrete ramp and
make straight-away for the small pier dedicated to the Alvsgaard Transit
Authority's shuttle-ferries. Sighting the Reverend Mother Bordayne, Pers
calls out to her in a roar that is still barely audible over the crank of
machinery and crashing of waves. "Good morning, Your Reverence!"

Klaude takes a couple of white handkerchiefs from his jacket pocket. He
douses them with a colorless liquid: Alvst vodka, judging from the Alvst
crest visible on the bottle. "Lady... others... if the smell begins to get
to you, hold these up to your noses. They will help to negate the sometimes
bold smell of these shipping yards."

Brand stands toward the front of the bulky vehicle, scanning the crowd. As
the sled decelerates to a stop on the small pier, he leaps over the side and
lands lightly on the dock.

Turning mid-scolding session of a man who has just had the gal (or
stupidity) to give her a shove, the Reverend Mother's stern expression fades
away at the sight of the oncoming entourage. Her eyes moving over the
assembled party, she inclines her head to the Viscount, saying, "Lord
Viscount," her chin tilts up to survey the rest of the party, and she nods
to the Lady in the group, "Lady Sveena, how nice to see you again."

Pers politely declines the Doctor's offer. The smell of the smoke appears to
be doing him well, as his eyes appear brighter than they have in a while and
there is a distinct spring in his step as he lands solidly onto the pier
after jumping from the sled. He gestures the entire group forwards, nearing
the Call Bell used to signal nearby ferries.

After taking a sweep of the area, Brand returns to the side of the sled,
extending his hand to help the Lady Sveena down to the pier.

Magnus looks up from his notes, offering nods to all the others aboard the
sled, before he looks around, carefully studying the people working on the
docks, and then climbs off the sled.

Sveena watches the crowd and does herself credit of not blinking or letting
her jaw drop at the mass of people or goods, maybe she has spent a bit of
time within the shipping areas of other planets, would be odd, but not
unheard of, she then smiels towards Klaude and shakes her head, "I am fine
at the moment Doctor, but I will keep such in mind..", she says before her
attention is caught by Ariane and she gives another stunning smile of
greeting, "Your ReVerence, it's a pleasure to see you as well.."

Klaude nods in response to Sveena, and then also to the just-arrived
Reverend Mother in greeting.

Having made her observation of the assembled crowd, and had quite enough of
the local atmosphere, Ariane suggests, "Perhaps it would be best to move
along, Lord Viscount? I am sure there are other things more interesting to
the Lady, and more...flattering of Alvsgaard."

Klaude seconds, "And no doubt infinitely more pleasant. Shall we?"

Pers suits actions to words and dutifully rings the Call Bell, the low tone
carrying far over the ocean air.

Call Bell
A large metal bell mounted at the end of the dock; a sign next to it reads:

                        Alvstadpalatz Ferry
                Serving the greater Archipelago 1 area.
                     'Ring bell' for service.

Pers approaches the call bell and rings it once. The bell tolls loudly,
alerting any and all ferries in the area that a passenger is waiting.

Alvstadpalatz Ferry appears on the eastern horizon and sails slowly into
shore, sidling up to the dock.
The ferryman hops off the deck and onto the dock. He ties the ferry fast to
a post and glances about in search of passengers.

Pers leads the way onto the docked Ferry.
You step off the dock and onto the ferry.

Alvstadpalatz Ferry

        The inside of the ferry boasts several long benches beneath a low
plasteel ceiling. Reinforced windows look out over the ocean, although they
are more frequently than not fogged up. The other passengers are a polite
group who keep to themselves, taking advantage of the journey to sleep
briefly or catch up on business. The ferryman, a short little fellow wearing
thickly woven clothes beneath a bright yellow slicker, grins happily at the
boarding passengers in the hopes of a tip from a confused off-worlder.
Nonetheless, he knows what will earn him his reliable pay, and quickly moves
to launch the ship towards the required destination.

Ariane steps off the dock and onto the ferry.
Brand steps off the dock and onto the ferry.
Sveena steps off the dock and onto the ferry.
Klaude steps off the dock and onto the ferry.

The ferry casts off, pulls away from the pier, and proceeds to sail away at
a quick clip; the island from which you departed gets gradually smaller and
smaller until it is a mere dot on the horizon.

The ferryman turns to face his passengers, and asks, "Soo, whar yinz folk
wan' go to-dee?" He points to a laminated map of the nearby archipelagos.
<For a list of valid destinations: dest/codes>

=========================================================================
-----------------------------Alvsgaard Areas-----------------------------

  1: Archipelago One
        Palatzplats                     Alvstadpalatz

  C5: Archipelago C5
        Gustafsplats                    St. Gunnar's Cathedral
        Bureau of Husbandry             Militaarbas Island
        HES Kraken

  23: Archipelago 23
        Halbergen Shipping Yards        Guild Spaceport
        Varldsmarknadsplats             Rubikssen Hotel
        Elvissen's Fiskrestaurang

  520: Archipelago 520
        Fiskmarknadsplats               The Salted Rat Tavern
        Fryvaktaar Island               St. Herbert's Leap

-------------------------------------------------------------------------
To select a destination: dest <destination code>
=========================================================================

The ferryman says, "Aye," and steers the boat toward the east.
There is a slight sense of acceleration as the boat gradually gains speed.
Time passes.
More time passes.
A flock of birds flies overhead, creating a messy and embarrasing situation
for Pers.
Finally, the ferryman glances up, and, in a tired voice, calls out, "Land."
Through the haze, you can barely make out an island-like shape.
As the island enlarges to life-size, the ferry sidles up to the only pier
and docks.

Brand steps off the ferry and onto the dock.

Pers, busy wiping something white and chalky from his cape, indicates the
exit with a wave of his hand. "Please, do go along. I'll be with you
shortly."

Klaude steps off the ferry and onto the dock.
Sveena steps off the ferry and onto the dock.
Ariane steps off the ferry and onto the dock.
You step off the ferry and onto the dock.

Fiskmarknadsplats -- Archipelago 520 (Alvsgaard)

        The wide, bowl-shaped Fiskmarknadsplats is always packed. One
doesn't walk here; one struggles through or is carried along by the currents
of the shifting, noisy crowd. Somewhere in the eye of this storm of activity
is the economic center of the Vorus Fishworks. At the nucleus of the Plats
rises the local clock tower. Splayed around the tower in a haphazard fashion
are a variety of merchants selling wares of all sorts. Traders comb through
the market stalls, rummaging for bargains, scorsing for gossip, chatting up
the hussies, and discussing politics with the local bean-grinders.

        Around the periphery of the square lie many of the more permanent
establishments: including the Merkantchle Hotel to the west where the
members of the Polymerchantile and Vorus Fishworks live in relative comfort.
Flanking the hotel are several small eateries of dubious quality and the
inveterate Salted Rat: a decrepit, decommissioned fishing vessel moored off
the southern pier, which does duty as a tavern and brothel. Outposts of
shabby hovels and meager tents skirt the edge of the commercial center doing
their best to keep out the uncompromising winds that ravage the island.

Players:
 Ariane                                             Sveena
 Klaude                                             Brand
Objects:
 Alvstadpalatz Ferry                                Call Bell
Exits:
 Stone Bridge <NE> leads to Fryvaktaar Island -- Archipelago 520 (Alvsgaard)
 Wooden Plank <S> leads to The Salted Rat Tavern -- Archipelago 520
(Alvsgaard)

Magnus has arrived.

Although still much more crowded than Kaitain or Caladan, the
Fiskmarknadsplats is thankfully less full than the Shipping Yards. Here,
day-to-day commerce takes place at a standard (Alvst) pace. Pers steps off
the ferry and indicates one of the many stone bridges that interconnect the
Archipelago. "I hope you all don't mind a walk...it's been quite some time
since I've had occasion to visit Fryvaktaar Island, and thought I might take
advantage of it's proximity." There's a shade of nostalgia in his voice,
undetectable to many.

Sveena looks towards Pers and smiles gently, "No, not at all my Lord, I
would enjoy a walk, as you might know this well, to me it is all new and I
will complament, even with the crowds, very enjoyable..", her voice says as
her eyes moves back over the area and towards the bridge that is pointed
out.

Magnus looks around, "A walk sounds like a good idea," he mumbles, before he
sighs to himself.

You walk along the Stone Bridge.

Fryvaktaar Island -- Archipelago 520 (Alvsgaard)

        Placed far away from the hustle of the Fiskmarknadsplats, Fryvaktaar
Island is now as close to an abandoned island as one is likely to find on
Alvsgaard. It's small size makes it good only for two manors, and one of
these stands empty. A brick-lined path, grown over with hardy plants
flourishing in the salt-heavy air, winds its way from promontory to
beachhead, pausing along the way at the remains of the lighthouse of
Archipelago 520. The coasts here are untouched by the industrial market,
leaving only the pristine elegance of Alvsgaard's dark sand strewn with the
occasional piece of washed up seaweed. On occasion, the somber chatter of
seabirds interrupts the gentle rush of the tides and the distant call of
business.

Exits:
 Stone Bridge <E> leads to St. Herbert's Island -- Archipelago 520
(Alvsgaard)
 Spiral Staircase <U> leads to Lighthouse -- Archipelago 520 (Alvsgaard)
 Stone Bridge <SW> leads to Fiskmarknadsplats -- Archipelago 520 (Alvsgaard)

Brand walks in from Fiskmarknadsplats along the Stone Bridge.
Ariane walks in from Fiskmarknadsplats along the Stone Bridge.
Klaude walks in from Fiskmarknadsplats along the Stone Bridge.
Magnus walks in from Fiskmarknadsplats along the Stone Bridge.
Sveena walks in from Fiskmarknadsplats along the Stone Bridge.
Sveena has arrived.

Pers's steps seem to slow somewhat while passing one of the manors on this
island; it appears abandoned, though not in disrepair. Nonetheless, aside
from the occasional glance, he makes no moves towards it. The party
continues onwards to St. Herbert's Island, and the small fishing village
where the proposed demonstration is to occur.

St. Herbert's Island -- Archipelago 520 (Alvsgaard)

        Reddish rocks, jagged-edged, rough, and reminiscent of blood,
dominate the bluffs below the leap. The ocean crashes upon the rocks
continually and chaotically, causing a constant, reverberating din. The sea
floor drops dramatically a few hundred feet from shore, causing the beaches
of the island to be brief, short, and turbulent. A small harbor is broken by
a long wharf which stretches far out into the ocean, with mooring points all
along it. The small fishing village of the island is quite close to shore;
only a thin strip of the beach is zoned for residence, the rest of the
island having been set aside as a park. A long, narrow stone footbridge
leads to the nearest island, which is still so distant that only the old
lighthouse can be seen through the mist. A single bright light, mounted high
above, warns ships that they may be sailing to their doom.

Exits:
 Rocky Path <U> leads to St. Herbert's Leap -- Archipelago 520 (Alvsgaard)
 Stone Bridge <W> leads to Fryvaktaar Island -- Archipelago 520 (Alvsgaard)

Ariane walks in from Fryvaktaar Island along the Stone Bridge.
Brand walks in from Fryvaktaar Island along the Stone Bridge.
Magnus walks in from Fryvaktaar Island along the Stone Bridge.
Klaude walks in from Fryvaktaar Island along the Stone Bridge.
Sveena walks in from Fryvaktaar Island along the Stone Bridge.

Sveena smiles at the beauty in the area to be found, her eyes move along the
manors, and then the lighthouse, dark curious eyes that seems to be taking
in each detail as she moves along within the group, from time to time she
seems about to ask a question, but something seems to answer it in her view
before she voices it. Her moves graceful with only a small flick of her
cloak to break her lines.

Finding herself suddenly melancholy at the look of the island...its crags
and rocks so sharp and unyielding, Ariane surveys the small fishing village.
She wonders, idly, and without her thoughts showing on her face, how many
widows have walked that stretch of beach, knowing that loved ones would
never return.

Pers leads the way down a sand-covered pathway that leads to the beach head.
The members of the local fishing village, for the most part men and women of
modest means, seem to have made themselves somewhat scarce. While it is well
known that the Viscount fosters a...fondness...for Fryvaktaar Island and the
surrounding area, he rarely journeys to the beachhead at St. Herbert's.
"Here we are," Pers announces several yards from the shoreline. "I believe
the situation at St. Herbert's closely models that of many such settlements
across Caladan. As on Caladan, many of the people here make their living
through fishing. However, aquaculture is also an important part of their
living...thanks to vatergrasse." He looks back to Klaude. "I believe the
Doctor can discuss some of the finer points of the system for a bit; I shall
return briefly." He nods politely to the assembled before trudging off
across the sand towards the village, no doubt to speak with whatever passes
for a mayor on Alvsgaard.

Brand strides along with the group, a little smile on his face at being on
his home planet, with the familiar sounds and smells of the enormous ocean
making him more at ease.

Klaude bows slightly to the Viscount before taking a deep breath and
cheerfully launching into his explanations.

Magnus grimaces slightly as he looks out into the seas, before he tears his
attention from that, and looks towards the village, sighing slightly. "I
hoped I wouldn't have to..." he mumbles to himself, carefully looking away
from the ocean.

Klaude says, "As you can see, this town has a very active, bustling economy,
and this has only been made possible in the last couple of hundred years.
Before this, revenues were only about thirty percent of what they are now.""

Sveena let's her eyes wonder until Pers speaks, she then turns to listen
with a nods towards his words, for now saving her comments to allow those
who invited her here, to show why they are here. Her eyes can't help moving
over Magnus and then back towards Klaude, the thought of the many emotions
of those near her, ebfore her attention towards back to the ideas of the
talk.

Shifting her attention away from the scenery about her, the Reverend Mother
turns to face the doctor. Listening intently, she attends to his speech.

Klaude says, "Recent advances in technology -- the very same advances we are
endeavoring to exhibit to you here -- have given new life to this town that
was not so prosperous before. Not only have we developed a hardier, more
productive species of vatergrasse, but we have developed harvesters that can
plant, weed, and mow it up for the harvest many times the speed of sole
human effort."

Klaude holds up a finger, as if to signal to wait. He strips off his shoes,
rolls up the hem of his uniform pants up to his knees, and wades a few
meters out into the ocean. He searches in the water until he finds something
of interest, and yanks it out with full force. He brings it back. It is a
green plant, looking somewhat like Terran rice but much thicker and more
fibrous.

Magnus looks over at Klaude, listening quietly to the words that are said,
carefully not watching closely at the ocean. For some reason he has
something against that big wet thing.

Brand keeps an eye on the good doctor as he wades out into the water,
watching the waves for any telltale movements. Though none of the larger,
more dangerous aquatic fauna wander into such shallow waters, there are
still some creatures that will deliver a nasty bite.

Klaude passes the thin stalk of vatergrasse around for inspection. "This is
our new hardy variety. A hectare of this, manufactured into food of course,
can sustain double the number of people what our former variety could."

Klaude raises an eyebrow at the group's collective looks at him, and
suddenly becomes conscious of himself. Blushing, he rolls down his pants and
puts his shoes back on.

Brand quickly suppresses a grin at the doctor's discomfiture and stares out
over the ocean.

Sveena seems impressed by what is being said, and even seems like she
understands it, her eyes narrow gently again in thought, she then turns her
attention to the plant that is brought back by Klaude and takes a step near,
holding out her hand, as it's passed around and runs a finger over the
stalk, even gently so as not to damage it, running a nail to pull part of it
back to look a little closer, she then asks softly, "And how long does the
new type take to grow, compared to the old?"

Klaude smiles. "Only a little faster than the old, milady - it is merely a
better variety of the same plant, after all - but the yield more than makes
up for it."

Klaude takes back the passed-around vatergrasse, peers at it, and then
starts munching on it as if it was a thin celery. "Our new all-in-one
harvesters are simply amazing: they can head out to sea, plant the
seedlings, and then harvest them when the time is ripe. They are then dried
in the village's warehouses and bound into bales for the processors. One can
go from seedling to finished bales in just a couple of months."

Sveena nods gently as she listens, and then nods more as Klaude asnwers her
questions before they are asked, she looks back out to the sea and then
around the small group before back to Klaude, "I hope it will be possible to
see the size of one of these harvesters?"

Eyes flicking away from the doctor from time to time, Ariane glances out to
the sea, picturing forests of those stalks waving in the current.

"A team of technocrats from Richese were brought in to consider the design,"
calls out an approaching voice. Pers appears once more, bounding over the
dunes with surprising energy and lightness. "Their miniaturization protocols
keep the components free from the usual stresses that submersible
technologies must deal with...and they provided consultation for a
significantly lower fee than Ix." He nods appreciatively towards Magnus, as
it was the Polymercantile that settled this deal.

Klaude absently fingers his moustache as Pers returns. "I'm afraid I can't
offer a full dossier on the subject, but what I know is what my family has
forwarded to me and what I have personally seen on my vacations here since
my stint on Kaitain. But I am sure our Viscount would be able to present all
the specs to you - and indeed show you these harvesters."

Fixing his attention on the business here, Magnus pushes his dark thoughts
of the ocean back in his mind, concentrating on what's hapenning.

Pers inclines his head. "Of course. The matriarch of this settlement has
agreed to bring us one of the specimens in question that is presently down
for repair. You'll be able to see much of the detail involved, though a live
demonstration will require us to travel out to sea..." he trails off,
letting the offer be considered.

Sveena turns her head towards Pers as he appears and then nods gently to his
words before smiling to Klaude, "Well Doctor, for one without a full
dossier, I am impressed with your knowledge..", she then turns back to Pers,
nodding over the first part, before looking out to sea and then back, "If
it's possible, then I would like to see it at work, but it does not need to
be now...", she leaves the out for those who might not wish to go to sea,
thought it doens't seem to bother her in the least.

Elgaa has arrived.

As he hears the mention of travelling out to sea, Magnus grimaces, quite
visibly for those nearby. He takes a deep breath, shaking his head slightly
before he releases the breath, slowly.

Brand's expression does not change, but his eyes light up slightly at the
mention of going to sea.

Pers's gaze slips to Magnus. "Perhaps the Weaponsmaster and the Lady could
observe the mechanism in progress. There's no need for us all to go..." He
breaks off as the slightly wizened form of the village matriarch appears
along the beachhead. "Here's the Lady vom Hamburger-Fleischmeister now," he
says, indicating the old hag with a nod.

Elgaa hobbles along the beach, muttering to herself and to the large object
that trails behind her on some sort of suspensor apparatus. She lugs her
wizened form towards the party, and makes a crude curtsey to all present,
but aimed at Pers. "Lord Viscount. I have brought the harvester as requested
but I bring tidings that may supercede the display of my lovely machine. May
I take the liberty of announcing them?" Her crackling voice seems more at
home issuing commands than formal requests.

Sveena nods towards Pers words once more, as her gaze moves towards Elgaa,
and she nods a greeting, allowing the others to decides what they would like
to do, before her eyebrow arches just a little at the words from the women
and she turns those starlight eyes back to Pers.

Ariane turns her attention to the new arrival, her expression unchanged
since the excursion began.

Pers's own expression has altered little till now, but his face registers
open surprise. He does not answer for a moment, and the roar of the waves
makes it seem like there is a clamorous uproar for him to speak. "Speak
freely, Matriarch. What news do you bring us?" His words take on the clipped
form of a leader speaking to a subject, with that added Alvst flare for
stoicisim.

Magnus continues looking around, carefully, before he looks over at the
Matriarch, keeping quiet for now.

Klaude peers curiously at the haggard woman, obviously concerned for her
safety and health at her age.

Brand steps forward, curious as to the nature of these 'tidings'.

Elgaa straightens herself up a bit, clearly not liking to take orders ...
especially from a man! The fiery little matriarch first looks around at the
company almost in disdain ... none of these delicate flowers could handle
this machinery like a real woman. Regardless, her message is important, and
so the old crone takes a deep breath, and delivers it in a tone reminiscent
of the rustle of dry leaves and the creak of old bones:

"The former Viscount Nils IV has passed away."

She watches Pers for his reaction, though out of a corner of her eye she
seems to try to guess which one of the girls might be so horrified of death
to burst into tears.

Klaude shoots a glance at the Viscount, and immediately takes a telecom unit
from his jacket pocket, pressing a few buttons.

Klaude , waiting for a signal, mutters, "Who is this woman think she is -
some oracle?"

Ariane's eyes widen slightly at the news, the waverings of her voice and
speach patterns registering in her mind. Her truthsense not activated, the
Reverend Mother determines the veracity on the minutiae of observation
alone. With relative accuracy, she deems the woman's words to be true.
Knowing that a glance or two will be coming her way for verification, she
nods her head.

Elgaa glances sharply at Klaude, but seems to think his outburst unworthy of
a reply. She purses her lips sourly instead and returns to watch Pers.

Brand, after hearing the news and shooting a quick glance to the Reverend
Mother, lowers his head, his face grim.

Klaude, seeing the Reverend Mother's reaction, shakes his head and exhales
sharply in momentary frustration.

Something critical seems to drain straight-away from Pers, causing his
settles to feature into an absence of all expression whatsoever. Lips
pressed together, eyes unblinking, he can find no words with which to
dismiss the old woman, though clearly he has no desire to speak with her any
further. At long last, he swallows in a dry throat, thankful for Klaude's
quick action. He speaks, though his tone lacks its characteristic resolve.
"Thank you, matriarch. You may continue with the demonstration." Looking
over his shoulder towards Klaude, he says, "I believe I shall be needed in
the Alvstadpalatz, presently." He gives Sveena a passing glance, and his
eyes appear absolutely empty. "I'm sure the Weaponsmaster will see to your
continued comfort, my Lady. Please excuse me. Reverend Mother, if you would
be so kind...?" He indicates the path back up the beachhead. "Doctor, step
lively."

Magnus keeps quiet as he listens, bowing his head, as he looks between the
others present.

Klaude nods quickly in turn to each person, and quite needlessly says, "If
you could excuse us, ladies and gentlemen..."
Klaude says, "Of course, Viscount."

Nodding to the Siridar-Viscount, Ariane takes a few paces to close the gap
between herself and Pers. A quick dip of her head indicates her readiness to
attend to the business at hand.

Elgaa graces Pers with a surprisingly lithe curtsey, much more elegant than
before. She then directs the suspensors to carry the Harvester into a better
location, and with a sadistic gleam, says, "Now, which one of you thinks
they could handle my machine?" She fixes Sveena in particular with a feral
grin.

<<A brisk walk later...>>

Palatzplats -- Archipelago One (Alvsgaard)

        Verticality: a thing never quite so enforced on Alvsgaard as it is
here, in the plaza situated before the Palace of Blue Stone, hereditary home
of the Viscounts of House Alvstad. Stretching multiple stories above the
square is a sheer and straight vertical wall of blue stone topped by three
black-roofed spires, each flying a seperate flag.

        A thin causeway leads from the front docks to a tiny composite-rock
wall of roughly two meters height surrounding the square. Within it, tiled
footpaths cross marble statues, glinting pools, and delicate gardens to lead
up to the opening gates of the heavy stone fortress. Uniformed guards
wielding massive harpoons and battle axes are arranged in dizzying chevrons
and files; though stoic and imposing, they take the time to hear out locals,
as this is the first of many barriers which petitioners before the Viscount
must cross.

Objects:
 Alvstadpalatz Ferry                                Call Bell
Exits:
 Bluestone Doors <N> leads to Hall of Viscounts -- Alvstadpalatz (Alvsgaard)

Ariane steps off the ferry onto the pier.

The ferryman clears his throat loudly, waiting for his passengers' departure
so that he can get back to work.

The ferryman, fed up with the delay, bodily ejects the stragglers from his
boat, pushing them politely but firmly out of the boat.

Klaude steps off the ferry onto the pier.

Alvstadpalatz Ferry drifts away from the dock. She sails slowly toward the
horizon, getting smaller and smaller until she disappears.

The usual rank and file of the Palatz guards has taken on a particularly
stern look; the maze appears so thick that none could attempt to sneak
through without being horribly bashed by battle axe or impaled by harpoon.
They part in steady march, leaving only enough room for a single file march
through into the palace proper.

You walk through the Bluestone Doors.

Hall of Viscounts -- Alvstadpalatz (Alvsgaard)

        The Hall of Viscounts serves as a Foyer and main hallway for the
Alvstadpalatz, stretching five stories upwards to a narrow, black spire; an
ancient stone stairway winds itself about the chamber in a clockwise spiral,
but two small Ixian lifts at either side of the chamber also provide access
to the upper levels.

        All along the walls of the chamber, fine paper-thin tapestries of
silk hang like gossamer bits of waves. The ground floor, as its name would
suggest, serves as an Art Gallery filled with portraits of the former
Viscounts of House Alvstad, each in its own well-lit exhibition along the
floor like an abstract maze. Although many a Siridar opted for the
traditional watercolor print, several chose more contemporary styles.

        A handful of doorways lead on to various small chambers off to the
sides of the Hall of Viscounts, but its intended destination is clearly
visible at its far end: a magnificent trefoil arch, several meters high and
wide enough to accomodate perhaps fifteen men abreast, leads on to the
Audience Chamber.

Exits:
 Oak Doors <W> leads to Dining Hall -- Alvstadpalatz (Alvsgaard)
 Trefoil Arch <N> leads to Audience Chamber -- Alvstadpalatz (Alvsgaard)
 Bluestone Doors <S> leads to Palatzplats -- Archipelago One (Alvsgaard)

Ariane walks in from Palatzplats through the Bluestone Doors.

As always, the Reverend Mother appears alert and attentive. Her eyes move
around her new surroundings, noting the abundance of guards, and the general
feeling in the air. It would seem that the news has reached other
places...which should not be surprising. This would be a strange planet
indeed if the first to receive news were a fishwife from a fishing village.

As the group steps into the Hall of Viscounts, it is apparent that
pandamonium -- or the Alvst version thereof -- has already erupted here.
Confused aides dash back and forth from doorway to doorway, clambering up
the massive stairwells and through the Ixian lifts. A man with the diamond
tattoo of the Suk school approaches and delivers a quick bow before relating
the details of the case to those present. "Heart rate, blood pressure, all
vital signs ceased. Death roughly an hour ago, resuscitation deemed
impossible."

Pers accepts the news with no change in expression, but glances towards
Klaude for confirmation of the facts. Death can be a sticky matter, and
official declarations take quite a bit of certainty.

Regarding the Suk doctor with critical Bene Gesserit appraisal, the Reverend
Mother notes the tension in the man's shoulders and the dismay in his voice.
The old Siridar it seems, was well liked among his people...although with
the Alvst one would hesitate before saying 'loved'.

Pers dismisses the attending Suk with a curt nod, leading Ariane over
towards the watercolor-on-silk portrait of Nils IV. Discrete handsigns leads
a cluster of guards to surround the pair, effectively blocking their
conversation from any casual listeners in the massive Hall.

"This will not be pleasant to deal with," Pers says darkly to open the
conversation.

Ariane's eyebrows rise at the forthright statement. Her eyes flick briefly
to the wall of guards now encircling herself and the Viscount, and she nods
her head. "Will you wish to notify the other Siridari, Lord Viscount?"

Pers's lower lip dips inwards as he bites on it thoughtfully. "Presently,"
he says, thankful for the reminder of external affairs. "And a general
announcement will have to be made on Alvsgaard as well..." He looks up from
his thoughts, eyes twinkling slate green. "When Jans II was announced dead,
almost no one took notice. There was a single day of mourning which was seen
mostly as a popular holiday. But Nils...Nils will warrant a week of mourning
at the very least. Unlike his son, the late Viscount Nils IV was *Alvst*."
There is surprising force behind that single word, as though it bears a
heavy weight. And perhaps it does. "But now...the last of the Alvstads are
truly dead."

Her thoughts have travelled this path, and her own dismay at the news is
perhaps equal to the Viscounts, but for rather different reasons. "All
ceremony and honour will be accorded if he was a beloved ruler," the
Reverend Mother nods, her tone rather level. It dips into cooler ranges
however, as she asks outright, "Is there unrest here that could be stirred,
or spurred to action at the death of the late Viscount?" Her question is
direct. "Dissenters or rebels who never accepted your claim to power, Lord
Viscount?"

Pers raises an eyebrow; he looks almost amused. "Perhaps now would be the
time to discover them, for none voiced such dissent in the past." He turns
somewhat brooding as he shakes his head. "No...the only unrest here will be
due to the fact that the last of the Old Line is now passed away, and I have
neither heir nor wife to my name. Interregnums are notoriously bad for
business," he says, explaining it frankly in the terms of the standard Alvst
businessman.

"Have you prospects for either, Lord Viscount?", the Reverend Mother asks,
her frankness matching your own.

"None." Pers looks up at you directly. "The Reverend Mother Ordos had spoken
a while back of procuring a concubine for me, though I must admit I am much
more pleased with the present arrangement." He bites his lip once more,
clearly thinking along many lines of thought at once. "A matter for the
future. The State Funeral must be arranged, and I would invite the Siridari
to Alvsgaard to attend it. Nils was well-liked amongst his peers."

Knowing that it would be her duty to procure an Eskilsen child if she were
ordered to, Ariane accepts this with a nod. In her mind however, she quells
the instant disdain at the thought of a Reverend Mother serving as a
concubine. "It may be beneficial to declare an heir at the funeral. Approval
of, and mourning for, a past ruler can often soften the public's ears for
such an announcement." She pauses. "Especially if the announcement is
somewhat unorthodox." Her swing upward to meet yours, "At this moment in
time, with the last of the Alvstad line dead, and the Imperial wrath held in
check only through the favour House Alvstad is looked upon, it may be
prudent to have an heir in line." No malice in the statement, only
pragmatism. She is to serve the House, after all, not just the current
occupant of the ruling position.

Pers sees the observation in the light under which it was made and takes no
offense. "A valid point, my Lady. However, two things prevent me from doing
so. First and foremost, there is none who I would consider capable. And
secondly, particularly in matters where there is no clear descent...the
Emperor must approve my choice of heir." Pers grimaces quite soundly at this
point.

Inner reprimand is the Reverend Mother's response to this. She should have
taken that into account. Nodding in response to the reply, she says, "If not
now, then in the near future perhaps." The suggestion is a little softer,
less harsh. This is a time of mourning, but, as Ariane continues to speak,
clearly not a time to abandon pragmatism. "This news will be carried to the
Atreides embassy, of course", she comments, "Let us hope that they do not
perceive it as a reason to stall the transaction."

"I believe Lord Chuwon will ensure our financial interests will not be lost
in the shuffle," Pers answers, nodding in agreement. "I shall compose an
invitation to the Houses Major as soon as can be arranged, and I believe I
may not be returning to Kaitain with the rest of the entourage. Matters must
be carefully coordinated here...and perhaps an heir may yet be found."

Found? Ariane's eyebrows raise at that. She suddenly realizes that there are
gaps in even Sisterhood knowledge of the doings and history of this man
before her. "The embassy's cogs will turn without direction, Lord Viscount"
Ariane says, attempting to alleviate some of the already tangible stress.
"We will await word from you, and at a time of your choosing, the
appropriate notices will be dispatched."

Pers inclines his head, delivering a short and curt nod. "Of course, Your
Reverence. At present, then, we should return to the demonstration. The
Atreides interest must not flag in this proposition."

Ariane indicates her assent with a nod. "I will follow you, Lord Viscount."

Pers's lips twist into a smile. "Thank you, Your Reverence," he answers,
though for what he is giving his thanks is slightly unclear. He moves with
quick steps back towards the exit from the Alvstadpalatz.

<<Another brisk walk...>>

St. Herbert's Island -- Archipelago 520 (Alvsgaard)

        Reddish rocks, jagged-edged, rough, and reminiscent of blood,
dominate the bluffs below the leap. The ocean crashes upon the rocks
continually and chaotically, causing a constant, reverberating din. The sea
floor drops dramatically a few hundred feet from shore, causing the beaches
of the island to be brief, short, and turbulent. A small harbor is broken by
a long wharf which stretches far out into the ocean, with mooring points all
along it. The small fishing village of the island is quite close to shore;
only a thin strip of the beach is zoned for residence, the rest of the
island having been set aside as a park. A long, narrow stone footbridge
leads to the nearest island, which is still so distant that only the old
lighthouse can be seen through the mist. A single bright light, mounted high
above, warns ships that they may be sailing to their doom.

Players:
 Alvstad-Bldr                                       Sveena
 Magnus                                             Brand
Exits:
 Rocky Path <U> leads to St. Herbert's Leap -- Archipelago 520 (Alvsgaard)
 Stone Bridge <W> leads to Fryvaktaar Island -- Archipelago 520 (Alvsgaard)

Sveena arches an eyebrow at all this but just stands on the beach, and
watches as Brand moves the machine about.

The Viscount and his Reverend Mother Advisor reappear along the beachhead,
Pers's expression much improved from the look of things. He walks with quick
steps towards the group and calmly says, "I see the demonstration is already
under way, then." He calls for Brand to toss him the control pack, catching
the small box firmly in one hand. "Commands are issued with the keypad," he
says, talking to Sveena. "Pictograms are used in the place of words, making
it readily usable by anyone."

Magnus stands off to the side, watching the machine, and the wielder of it,
carefully, grimacing slightly at his thoughts as he does.

Taking up a place in the vicinity of the Weaponsmaster, the Reverend
Mother's attention returns to the presentation of the harvester. The change
of venu that has taken place in the last short period of time does not seem
to bother her at all. Her gaze is attentive, her expression unreadable, her
stance one of comfortable readiness.

Brand walks back from the shallow water, stopping for a moment to carefully
pick up a crab that has been stranded in a little tidal pool. Careful to
secure its claws, he pitches the little crustacean back into the ocean.

Sveena nods gently as she takes a few more steps over towards Pers to look
over the pad in his hand, she peers at it a little more as she looks out to
the harvster, "can everything but handle from this control?"

Pers nods once. "Indeed. It has a few inherent features that do not need
operator control...recognition of animal life, for instance, or of
non-vatergrasse plants. Our efficiency increased tenfold once the harvesters
were able to mass the plant, thus avoiding the harvest of undesired
seaweeds." He offers the controller to Sveena. "Please, do try it. Several
units may also be 'slaved' to one controller, further increasing
efficiency."

Sveena takes the control and nods once more, "How long did this take to
devolpe?", she asks again as she looks over the control and then pushes one
of the buttons, setting the machine into motion where it is, watching but
before looking back towards Pers, "Could you mind if we sent it through it's
passes? Is the vatergrasse in the area up for a small harvest?"

Pers nods. "The village will be compensated for any losses incurred."
Squinting, he lifts up on his toes and then squats low, trying to catch a
glimpse of whatever is hidden beneath the waves. "Navigate slightly to the
left, and further away from shore. There appears to be a decent patch there.
The proximity light should alert you of its presence."

Sveena nods towards Pers and gives a little smile, as she moves the controls
towards the spot, she takes it slowly, as if to get a feel for the control
but also not to ruin any of the planets if possible, ones the patch is hit,
she follows the controls to set all into motion, as she asks, "How long does
a normal harvst take, time wise?"

You say, "A single hectare, serviced by three such harvesters under optimal
conditions requires roughly 8 hours to collect. Drying and preparation take
perhaps an additional three. While such conditions are difficult to meet
consistently on Alvsgaard, I understand that weather conditions on Caladan
are a good deal more peaceful."

Sveena contuines to watch the machine and the control pads as she smiles
gently, "Yes, from what I know of Alvsgaard you are connect, the weather,
seems to follow seasons more with weather than here on your own planet..."

The Reverend Mother regards the proceedings with as much interest as she can
muster. Though it does not show in her face except for the occasional
furrowing of her brows, her thoughts are actually elsewhere.

The harvester whirrs silently away; within several minutes, a small yellow
light flashes on the console. Pers indicates to Sveena the 'return' button,
and the little robot appears within view, carrying behind it a sizeable
cargo of vatergrasse. "The nets used are of fine mesh," Pers says, wading
out into the ocean to retrieve the harvest. "Thus, local fauna are prevented
from consuming the product." He opens up the net and withdraws a long stalk,
crunching into it. "As you can see, it is highly effective."

Sveena follows after Pers, thought she doens't move into the water, thought,
maybe she wishes to, it's hard to tell if you don't know her. She nods with
a smile, "Effective yes, it's alot to think about.."

Pers inclines his head. "Of course." He steps further up the beach, out of
the ocean as his pant legs drip furiously. The bottom of his cape, wet by
the sea, clings rather tightly to his calves. "This concludes the
demonstration we'd sought to present you, my Lady. You are welcome to enjoy
what sights Alvsgaard has to offer for the remainder of your stay, though I
understand that it must be short. A Heighliner will be leaving the Thanatos
system on the morrow, and your passage has been booked, along with the rest
of my staff." He looks about before adding, "Regretfully, I shall have to
remain on Alvsgaard and will not be accompanying you back. The passing of
our Aged Father Nils IV requires my presence here."

Klaude nods, backing up the Viscount. "And so many preparations for a
funeral as well. My staff is in a tizzy even as we speak."

Pers can only nod, his lips drawn in a thin line. Clearly, the prospect of
the upcoming few days is not appealing.

At the mention of the days to come, the Reverend Mother's attention returns
to her present company. A nod dips her head, but she says nothing.

Sveena nods gracefully to Pers, "I do thank you for all the time you taken
Lord Viacount, and I am sorry for you lose, maybe on your return we will
have cause to speak again..", she gives the man a lovely soft smile and then
takes a step back handing the control to Brand, as she looks around once
more, "I think I will look around the markets I saw before returning as you
have been so kind to allow.."

Klaude bows low to Sveena. "Lady, it has been a sublime pleasure to meet you
and to help inform you of this prospect which I hope will benefit your House
as much as it has ours." He nods to the others. "My Viscount, Reverend
Mother, colleagues..." With that, he turns on his heel and walks back in the
direction the party had come.

Klaude walks to the west and moves along the Stone Bridge.

Pers nods neatly. "Of course, my Lady. The Weaponsmaster will see to your
safety and serve as guide." He flicks several brief handsigns towards Brand,
affirming them with a curt nod. "Your room in the Rubikssen Hotel is still
reserved, of course. I hope you have enjoyed your stay on our homeworld."

Sveena nods once more, "Thank you..",she says gently and gives a soft
curtise before looking towards Brand, she offers a smile to the weaponmaster
and then towards towards Ariane, "I hope to see you again when we have a
chance to speak more Reverend Mother..."

At the Viscounts words, Brand steps forward and takes up a position next to
the Lady Sveena.

The Reverend Mother inclines her head to the Lady, murmuring, "It would be a
pleasure, Lady Darleken-Atreides."

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