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OUAW EP 22:

Richie in a fancy purple shirt w his hair down 👀 and MACE’S SUSPENDERS ARE BACK!!!!!!!

I gotta stop watching these things at the wee hours of the night. I am decimating whatever sleep schedule I had.

I can’t wait for the Siege of Brigand’s Toll

Every time Twig says “yeah!” I gain a year of life

Ah yes that was really good. I’m just gonna write that down. That’s very funny.

This map sounds so cool. Oh my god this would be amazing to play a siege on

Derek chill that was funny thoooookay thought we had moved on 😭

“I’ve seen it [Gricko when he baits]” Frost? What do you mean buddy?

“Baiting is why fate has brought Torbek to us”

How did so many people manage to fall off the gangway at the same time

Oh if only they had like a Rogue Log or something— Mace’s chain idea is pretty good tho

DEREK / FROST WHAT WHY WAS THAT NECESSARY

While they’ve been talking and trying to figure out how to get across the Harengons have surrounded them and are just waiting for them to notice

I KEEP ON NOT GETTING THESE REFERENCES HUH

Can I please please please see fanart of Twig sitting on Torbek’s shoulders?? Can this be a Twig and Everyone thing omg

Hey guys is anyone doing stealth checks? Are those needed rn?

Ough I really need to go to sleep but the thigns

What’s breathing on Twig’s neck……

OH FUCK it agden (how do you spell that)

Okay so going to sleep now at the coffee break. Cannot wait for combat which is probably gonna be right when I start again.

[4letteraroace]

spoilers for the patron only episode 0 of rwd campaign 2 under the cut

Love them. Love them all. I promise the accents aren’t as annoying as some people originally thought they would be

Hey remember the zombie agden joke from campaign one? Hello wally’s new rabbit guy. French revenant rabbit

Red’s just playing Columbo.

Oobtaglor has tells that Bileyg has already clocked. From their weekly poker matches. They play poker together

Ingrid Starling my beloved. Always networking and being gorgeous

This noir detective mystery of the week campaign is going to be so much fun. I cannot wait for Friday

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HOLY SHIT. TORBEK DOESN’T EVEN REMEMBER AGDEN. OH MY GOD.

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Of things extra: Once Upon a Witchlight Ep. 22 | Hare Fight

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! Fair warning, this post contains SPOILERS. If you don't want to be spoiled, STOP READING !

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An odd feeling suddenly comes over you, as you become aware that somewhere along the way a hunched hooded figure has joined the group.

The cloak falls away as you watch as with lightning speed, a creature barely taller than Gricko leaps around you. A flash of blue encircling you, as you hear

"You have been watched, by none other than Agdon Longscarf, the brigant Prince of Prismeer!"

Immediately this entity starts to whip around you, as you look this way and that to pinpoint this creature, before finally, he stops on one of the posts along the causeway.

Clearly, it's a harengon man dressed in studded leathers, holding a branding iron that is bright hot red on the tip, smoking and steaming. You see that the symbol on it are three harengons attached by their ears, running in circle on all fours. And in other hand he holds a loft, a shield, wrapped around his neck is 15ft long blue scarf that trails off behind him, the end of it is tattered and ripped.

He brandishes his branding iron and immediately you are met with the sound of bagpipes that erupt from somewhere overhead. And a song, a song that you've heard before, as harengons pop up all along the Brigands Tollway.

You see archers, you see melee fighters, there are at least 50 if not more harengon staring down at you, as they all begin to sing the song of Agdon Longscarf.

He raises his hand and he holds them at bay, as you notice the waters begin to rise. There's a skiff on either side of this Causeway and in it two harengon, two archers, clearly with their arrows pointed at you, and two what looks like to be melee fighters that are cracking their knuckles, looking at you with mischievous grin on their faces each.

And Agdon looks down at all of you from his perch atop this post

"You must pay the toll, or leave, for I am Agden Longscarf, brigand Prince of Prismeer, and you shall not pass."

(When party tries to parlay)

"You must pay the toll. Give up the goods"

(K: "What exactly is the toll?")

"Whatever I want. Give me what you've got until I'm satisfied. Weapons, clothing, trinkets, money, everything - I want it all."

(When party questions him, Kremy not agreeing to give him his tophat)

He hops around and circles you, quick as lightning.

(K: "What kind of toll is that-?")

You say this at him, but then he's gone in the flash of an eye. You try to follow him but, by the time your head gets back to where he was, he's already there, leaning on his knee as if he never left.

(Gr: "Toll by combat! Toll by combat!!")

"Did you hear that? These weaklings think they can challenge me, Agdon Longscarf, brigand Prince of Prismeer!"

All of the harengon begin to cheer and chant "Ag-don! Ag-don!".

"If that's what you require then Agdon will provide!"

They all clap and cheer, he swishes his scarf around his neck and it spins, and spins, and spins, and then he flips the other way and it furls out behind him.

He raises his brand up into the air and you watch as it pops the embers, burning hot, as he looks out at you.

"Winer - which will never be you - becomes the new brigand Prince of Prismeer, because Agdon never loses. Agdon has... someone special on his side."

And you see as harengon shrink away, look this way and that, almost as if they know what he's talking about but it's unspoken.

(Gr: "Gideon is my champion, if we have to fight.")

"There will be no champion. Agdon Longscarf and his... four companions are all I need. We challenge all of you, including little one.", as he points his branding iron at Twig

(Party tries to keep Twig and Hootsie out of this fight)

"Those odds are much too low. Agdon Longscarf will destroy all of his foes, and that includes the little ones."

With that Agdon smiles, his pearly white teeth glinting in the light of his brand, as he jumps forward.

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[Agdon] is in front of (Krew), [Archer1]&[Melee1] on their right and [Archer2]&[Melee2] on their left

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Turn 1

[Agdon] - He leaps towards the closest Krew member, Kremy, as he waves his branding towards his exposed flesh and tries to brand him (Attack, miss)

-And when he misses he tries to do it once again (Attack, hits -12 fire damage)

-He winks as he disappears from his view

(Kremy) - Brand - Marked person can't perceive Agdon

-Tries to steal something from Kremy (fail)

(Frost) - He focuses his hands as swirling energy of greens and purples starts to mix as he separates it into two orbs and launches it at Agden and Archer1 (Magical Attack, presumably tweaked Witch Bolt, hit -6 lightning damage; Attack, hit -12 lightning damage)

[Agdon] - he takes full brunt of attack but he quickly rights himself, wipes his spit off his face, as his eyes narrow and he looks at Frost, clearly preparing to attack him next [Archer1] - The force of the hit pushes him out of boat into water, killing him instantly.

As shocked gasps ring out, the whole Clearing quiets, only for heated whispers erupt as they watch with bated breath, none of them making any effort to intervene.

(Gricko) - He pulls out his ocarina and he plays a jaunty tune (Healing Word, +hp to Kremy)

-He continues to play as he transforms into a small, spiritual Froghemoth, then he leaps towards the [Melee2] on the skiff to attack him with his tongue when he falls (Wildshape; Attack, miss)

(Twig) - She covers her face and waves her hand towards harengon, yelling "Snooze!" (Sleep, hits)

[Archer2] & [Melee2] get woozy and then fall unconscious

[Melee1] - Seeing how much damage Frost did he leaps towards him, as he cracks his knuckles and pulls out large club that he swings at him (Attack)

(Gideon) - as reaction; seeing this, he transforms into his Flame Form, activating his manacles at gear I, grabbing the end of the club with his chain and whip it away from Frost at Agdon (miss) [Agdon] - dodging the club barely takes any effort from him as he moves with lightning speed and he chuckles, clearly enjoying himself

(Torbek) - Seeing the fight break out, without his knowledge the Contraption at his back begins to hum and glow. The plungers drop, his eyes turn magenta (bonus action; Consume Mutagen, +3 Dexterity)

-the sound of cracking of bones and twisting of flesh is audible as his limbs begin to grow, a hideous snarl appears on his face as he breathes in, saying "Oh, it feels so good to be free!" as he shoots out five wasp-like fingers at Agdon (disadvantage; Living Needles, miss)

[Agdon] - As he manages to get out of the way of those needles, you see a look of shock and confusion on his face. And fear, as he looks at Torbek and then his eyes move up to the contraption at his back, as the realization hits, that what is powering him is clearly Witchlight. For the first time you see the mask crack and pure fear appears on his face. Something about Torbek absolutely terrifies him.

(Gideon) - After taunting Agdon he tries to ignite all wood around them and Agdon (Burning Hands, miss, automatic miss due wood being waterlogged)

[Agdon] - He easily moves out of the way and lets out hearty laugh seeing Gideon trying to ignite wood standing in water, as he mutters under his breath "Idiot"

-At this provocation he tries to punch him in his "stupid rabbit face" (Action Surge, Attack, miss)

[Agdon] - He moves slightly to the side as Gideon stumbles on wet wood when he tries to hit him

The harengon that are all around Brigands Tollway at the top of the stump all begin to roar with laughter as they watch Gideon miss, and you hear as they begin to joke and pick fun at him

(Gideon) - He complains that Agdon should clean this place up sometimes

(Kremy) - Seeing Torbek turn feral he starts to praise him to not be attacked next

-Seeing all Krew attack Agdon, despite not seeing him himself he tries to swing his cane where he approximately is, as it starts to glow in neon eerie light (Inflict Wounds 2lvl, miss nat1, hits Twig -24 necrotic damage)

(Twig) - as the hit connects the ominous jazz is audible, as she almost starts to wither. Her eyes roll slightly back, she's surrounded by green sickly magic, as all of the sudden her flesh begins to shift. Her cheeks sink in, her cheekbones visible, her body looks frail and sapped of all vitality. She crumples onto ground and she gasps out for breath, saying "K-k-kremy... W-why?" as she is barely hanging on

[Agdon] - He looks around as his eyes dart towards Frost. He quickly leaps behind him as he swings with his brand, attempting to sear it into his skin (Attack)

(Frost) - as reaction; As soon as he loses sight of Agdon he surrounds himself in psionic bubble of magic (Shield, shielded)

-His brand bounces off the shield but he's not dettered, as he tries to hit the same spot (Attack, hits -12 fire damage)

-He puts his brand to the shield as he pushes, and it melts through the shield, hitting Frost as he smiles and winks, as he disappears from Frost's view

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Turn 2

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(Frost) - As he loses sight of Agdon he warns him that he's going to lose and should forthefit now, as his voice echoes in Agdons ears (Dissonant Whispers, miss -8 psychic damage)

[Agdon] - He lets out a howl of pain at the psychic damage.

All the harengon around look down in shock, seeing their Prince scream like this. The mask of confidence and his ability to withstand anything, unable to be hit, super quick, all of that begins to crack as they see that you are able to harm him. You see as they begin to mutter and whisper to each other, sowing doubt about their prince, as he lets out this yell.

(Gricko) - He jumps towards Agdon as he transforms into a six-legged crocodile and attempts to chomp him (Wildshape, Bite Attack, hits -5 piercing damage, grapples Agdon)

-As he holds Agdon in his teeth, he goes into water, dragging him 10ft under

(Twig) - She grasps at her chest in an attempt to breathe, her eyes swimming. She's barely holding up as she blasts out a spell, trying to protect her friends, knowing she won't be able to do so unconscious (Eldritch Blast, hits -14 force damage)

[Archer2] - as he is hit by this spell his body explodes, shred limb from limb

[Melee2] - He sees his friend explode, Agdon being dragged under water, Torbek pumped up on Witchlight, and then he turns to Frost. He shrugs and attacks him, swinging his mace at him (Attack, hits -10 bludgeoning damage)

(Torbek) - Hearing Kremy's words he answers "You fucking think I'm Torbek? Hah!" as he moves towards the dock where the crocodile went and crouches by it. He lifts his hand as it begins to undulate and his needle fingers turn into thin knives, covered in liquid Witchlight (mutagen Witchlight???, -3hp from Torbek; bonus action)

-With lightning speed he plunges his elongated arm into water, as if fishing with spear (Melee Attack, hits -4 poison damage, -11 piercing damage)

(Torbek) - He hits flesh, not knowing if it was the crocodile or Agdon he hit but not caring, as long as his prey will die by the end. He pulls out his hand, swamp water and blood dripping from it. Attached to one of his gnarled fingers is a scrap of a blue scarf.

(Gideon) - He moves to the only unoccupied fighter, Melee1, and punches him as his manacles go into Gear II, trying to wrap him in his chains (Attack, hits -8 damage, grapple succeeds, -12 fire damage)

[Melee1] - as the white hot chains wrap around him they slice through him like a knife through butter, cutting him in half

(Kremy) - He runs up to Twig and after crouching next to her to check up her and apologizing he puts his hand on her chest as shadows cover her form (Invisibility on Twig)

-he picks Twig up and lays her next to Hootsie so she would guard her and scratches her head

(Hootsie) - autumnal orange glow is visible in her eyes, as she can still see Twig. She slowly moves over Twig, clearly protecting her.

-He stands up and turns back to the fight, standing in front of them

[Agdon] - he struggles in the crocodile's jaw, wiggling around, and he's able to free himself out of it by kicking it in its jaw, propelling himself into water, disappearing from its view.

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Turn 3

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(Frost) - He reaches out with his mind, trying to communicate with Agdon, telling him they will spare him if he gives up and reveals himself (Mind sliver, he connects; he prepares to cast Vortex Warp if Agdon reveals himself and leaves his Mind Sliver active)

There is bubbling in the water, but then a frog pokes out its head from it. Other than that there are no ripples on its surface.

Dragonflies dip down at the water and flit away. The buzzing of insects surrounds you, but all else is quiet.

(Gricko) - As he rights himself he tries to find Agdon in the water but when he can't he turns back and plays his ocarina (Locate Object: Obnoxiously Long Blue Scarf)

-swims towards docks, under which he located the blue scarf as he swims up to the skiff and yells to the rest of the party, telling them Agdons location

(Twig) - Barely holding onto her consciousness she throws a spell at the remaining harengon, Melee2 (Eldritch Blast, hits -?? damage)

[Melee2] - as the spell hits him he's evaporated by it

(Torbek) - He hones his senses, and after catching Agdons scent even being above the water and seeing a flash of blue tattered fabric, he goes under dock, skittering on its underside using his elongated nails to hang onto it by piercing through it.

-When he's directly above Agdon he anchors himself to the dock by his feet as he swashes with his arms, shredding him and tearing him into pieces (-13 poison damage)

[Agdon] - underside of the dock is covered in his blood as bits and pieces of his body, clothes, scarf fly around, his shredded remains floating on the surface of the water (Torbek) - He's hanging on there, his chest heaving, magenta light pulsing from his eyes, Contraption on his back pumping the liquid Witchlight into his body, he's covered in blood, gore and viscera, as he smiles down at his prey. And in his hand is what remains of the long blue scarf.

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As soon as the apparent threat to Torbek is eliminated, light from his eyes pulses once, twice, three times, and then his eyes go back to their normal dark murky color. His hold on the dock fails, as with a loud spalsh! Torbek falls into the water, unconscious.

(Gideon punches hole through the bridge directly above where Torbek fallen into water as he grabs piece of Agdon's ear he was able to find, Torbek and the blue scarf, dragging them onto the dock.)

It is quiet around, and as Gideon is rescuing Torbek, the rest of you have a moment to look around and you see that, of all of harengon that have been watching, not a single one remained at the precipice of the Stump.

It is near complete silence.

You can hear the occasional splash of the creatures jumping in or climbing out of the water, small creatures, nothing more than amphibians and insects and the like. As fireflies and dragonflies buzz around you. Trees creak as they sway in the breeze.

But for all intents and purposes, you are alone.

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oh what i would give for a non-biographical graphic novel with an agender protagonist, or hell, even an agender side character (If the character were AMAB and pansexual too, that’d be great, but i’d take anything at this point)

even just general non binary protags would be great, but I haven't been able to find any except “The Prince and The Dressmaker” (Which is absolutely fantastic and everyone should read it), and “The Witch Boy” (Which is also great, though it only shows gender non conforming. Aster is very clearly non binary imho, but it’s not explicitly mentioned in the book)

If anyone has any recommendations, please please please let me know, i’m starved for content that i can see myself in (or content with characters close to me). I know there’s webcomics, but i almost never have my computer with me (and it’s too hard for me to read them on my phone), and there’s books but with books the problem is all the words get all jumbled around, and i cant get more than a page or two at a time

tldr: anyone got recs for graphic novels with non binary characters? (Ideally an AMAB agender one (them being pansexual would be icing on the cake)

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Ever since the two of them had discovered their true feelings for each other, the nightly visits had grown more . . . passionate. They still talked, still continued to get to know each other. But the extent of it was far more . . . intimate than before. His visits were longer, as long as was permitted between a gladiator and house slave. And parting from him always caused Agron great disappointment, and frustration. Not knowing what was happening in the villa with him. But right now, Agron was not thinking about that. He wasn’t really thinking at all. Not with the way their bodies were tangled with each other. 

Agron was positioned on top of Brayden, hands roaming over the others body while his lips made their way from Brayden’s, down his neck. It was the front of his neck that Agron nipped at, teasing the sensitive flesh with his teeth, a groan of pleasure escaping him. He then trailed his lips over to the side of Brayden’s neck to do the same thing. Capturing a bit of skin in between his teeth and sucking on it before soothing it with his tongue. And then, for a third time on the other side, breathless with need, chest heaving against Brayden’s body. “You are fucking desirable,” he breathed against the other, forcing his hands to stop as they inched closer to Brayden’s still concealed cock. 

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Evil. Gru had become evil. After twenty years of his darling daughters fleeing the nest and living their own lives far away from him, he had become soured to the world. It's not like his daughters hated him and fled an abusive father, it's just that life swept them away. Slowly, they all moved across the country and started their own lives. Of course they try to find time for their father, but as we all know life just... happens. As the once doting father realized that his daily chats with his darling daughters became rare occurrences, he got angry and bitter. His mother dying didn't help his situation, either. Every little person that brushed by him and tried to speak to him was somehow responsible for all of the pain and fury he felt.

Gru's devious acts used to be theft and miscellaneous little tricks. His evil would inconvenience and scare people, but that's where the line would be drawn. However, as Gru's anger festered his urges increased. It started out with beating a guard that caught him during a heist. The guard was fired up, furious that he was bound. If only they had gagged him, too. He goaded Gru; he screamed at him and called him a coward. He said a true man wouldn't bind him up, and instead would fight him like a man. Gru walked over and nearly bashed his face in. If Bob didn't intervene, then he would've been long dead. Maybe that would've been the better option. The man's face after that was deformed, covered in scars with an eye missing.

He loved it; nothing excited Gru more than the adrenaline he got from his brutality. The violence made him forget the aching hole in his heart that his absent daughters had left. Even if just for a second, it numbed the unbearable pain, but it was never enough. The more atrocities Gru had committed, the more he craved it. It went from beatings to homicide at an alarming rate. His inventions to shrink and steal things became inventions to slaughter as many people as possible. He would experiment with new and fun ways to do it; he would squeeze the life out of someone with his own hands one day then burn someone to death with a ray the next.

"Ba sup Whaaat? pik tos reffud da be (this isn't what it was supposed to be)", Bob thought.

When Bob was just a child, he had joined forces with Gru. Together they comitted various fun and petty crimes, but he never signed up for murder. Gru didn't care about this, though. He wouldn't confront his own feelings, so nobody else was allowed to feel theirs.

"Kill her." Gru growled at Bob last week.

"Radbad... radbad domo batooay ba. Ka pudum't vivo com gaenu asa ka batooay ba. Lam's sola a lip, Gru. Lam's sola a fucking lip (Please... please don't do this. I can't live with myself if I do this. She's just a child, Gru. She's just a fucking child.) Bob pleaded for the young girl's life. They were robbing a bank and the girl and mother just happened to be cashing a check while it was going down. The girl, who could be no older than seven, threw herself over her mother. She sobbed as the color drained from the woman's eyes and the pool of blood grew around her.

"Mom, mommy, please! Please wake up please! Mommy!" The girls shrieks echoed throughout the building. Bobs heart sunk into his stomach. He pressed the gun to the girls head. She didn't even notice it, her focus was locked onto her still cold mother.

"Ba tis ta merciful tipa da batooay (this is the merciful thing to do)," he thought. "Ta pappala tis een agony recha prompo. Lam sola ethnob la mama ads a agden, asa lam lumfag ba pen lam polo kaylay da vivo com pak sin alga dia de la levo. Pak tis no levo sec ehkit (The girl is in agony right now. She just watched her mother eat a bullet, if she survived this then she would have to live with that image every day of her life. That is no life worth living)."

Bob was desperate to justify the situation. If he did, that meant he wouldn't have to life with the crushing overwhelming guilt. It didn't work, though. Every time he closed his eyes he saw the sobbing girls' chunky blood-soaked brains splattered against that wall. He couldn't bare it. It felt as if there was a truck parked on top of his chest. Every breath he took made it feel as if he were working out for hundreds of hours. He was exhausted, he had to do something. He sent out a secret memo to all minions while Gru was out to gather in their basement base.

"Siblings, radbad bebada. Ka cono ta mew ka dub nama daunting, pelo feila bare nan ugly dun. Gru tis kapee de hottoe (Siblings, please listen. I know the words I speak are daunting, but they bare an ugly truth. Gru is out of control)." A concerned murmur was heard all throughout the room.

"Kan pem fem dugoda eyed yokpye, pem bonded com pak lonely pes lip. Le mobla nos mara filinn yee paslay. Pem hagan la mucha agei modkif elm yee disorder askoud. Pik tos agei, pik tos fid. Seep me unami to ba, kan tos ta tepo veela to dif zelp ba via (When we were bright eyed children, we bonded with that lonely angry child. He made us feel welcomed and wanted. We had so much fun causing chaos and disorder everywhere. It was fun, it was happy. Let me ask you this, when was the last time you truly felt this way)?"

The minions' whispers reached a halt. Pure silence spoke for them. Nobody was happy anymore, nobody was okay anymore. Fear and pain soaked their every thought.

"Qatavo, pem talp cep noor vow ohosae ba ka yee ivycay da tepo hagtot. Qatavo, pem talp bin gru. Noor uts, noor sadness, noor gaspen, pik sama tadda be fino. Pem sama tenga ta oebun wagleu wop yee hub noor hodwhy. Whaaat? batooay to tom (tomorrow, we shall raise our arms against this man and commit one last murder. Tomorrow, we shall kill Gru. Our pain, our sadness, our confusion, it will all be over. We will keep the general population safe and gain our freedom. What do you say)?" Loud cheers filled the rooms. Bob, for the first time in years, was filled with hope. Finally... finally it'll be over.

The next morning, Gru walked through the door. Bob grabbed his gun and pointed it at Gru's head.

"No, gru. Non diejag. Tu reign de terror tis fino. Nopa unama sama seegem tadwiz ta brutal curse tu kor nop (No, Gru. Not anymore. Your reign of terror is over. Never again will anyone suffer the brutal curse your hands hold)." Gru let out a laugh that seemed to echo throughout the entire house.

"What, do you think I fear you? You think I fear your pitiful little gun?" He smirked. "Do it, Bob. Pull the god damn trigger."

Bobs fury bubbled and boiled over. He pulled the trigger, but instead of a loud bang all that was heard was a quiet click. Gru once again let out a loud laugh.

"Oh Bob, you fucking moron. You really thought you could kill me?" Bobs minion siblings surrounded him, holding up various weapons towards him.

"They told me about your little... stunt. I'll give it to you, it certainly was a nice try, but come on. They're not all cowardly wimps like you."

They grabbed Bob and dragged him outside to the backyard where there was a large cross standing on top of a bed of hay.

"No, no radbad stop! pem roopa templa a talamo ohosae lom, radbad! le pudum't tenga gego cos com lo tyranny (no, no please stop! We still stand a chance against him, please! He can't keep getting away with his tyranny)!"

They didn't listen to him, though. All they did was laugh as they strapped him to the cross and put a thorny crown upon his head to inflict maximum pain and ensure he was as... flammable as possible. They threw a torch upon the pile of hay and watched as Bob slowly was roasted to death. HIs screams filled the air, making the atmosphere heavy. They did what they had to, they did what they had to. If they didn't do this, he would kill them. Even if they had succeeded in killing Gru, where would they go? They did the right thing, right?

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White room. No windows. One table, two chairs. One chair is empty.

Something had been troubling Banshee-1 for the past couple of days. But he couldn't place what it was. After a week of being online, people in white coming and going, asking all sorts of questions and running countless tests, he couldn't help but wonder if it was because of them. Had there been too much of... everything? Or not enough? He can feel that something is wrong. But what is it?

Banshee can't think too hard about it, or he begins to feel hot, and the room starts to spin. He feels as though his head's been stuffed with cotton, and everything's so far away. A button connected to a cord is in his hand. It's red, like Dr. Newberry's pen. He'd been told to press it under certain conditions. But he can't remember what those conditions were. He'll wait until someone comes in, so he can ask. To pass the time, he watches the clock.

Twelve minutes pass, and if Banshee had a sense of smell, he would smell toast burning. He feels worse than he had before. He knows that he was waiting... but what was he waiting for? There's a knock at the door as if to answer, and someone on the other side turns the knob. This is Dr. Newberry, he can tell by the cherry red pen in his breast pocket. But his face looks wrong. 

Oh, but the red reminds Banshee. The button, he was going to ask about the button. He begins to open his mouth, raising the item in question to refer to it, but before he can speak, he collapses from his chair and hits the floor.

9.

Clean hallway. No windows. Numbered doors line the walls.

Banshee-9 recalls this moment. The calm before the storm. He walked alongside Dr. Newberry, they were discussing... something. Or, Newberry was talking about something, and Banshee listened, anyway. What it was isn't important now, that's a moment long gone, but one thing still is: The lights began to flicker. 

This made Newberry stop, slow down, look up and around. They flickered again. Something outside made a booming sound, thunderous and abrupt. Newberry muttered, "The hell was that?" then the entire building shook. He staggered, almost fell, but Banshee grabbed him. He pulled him aside, kicked the nearest door open-- 3. Another exo was inside, Banshee pulled her aside too, and all three of them huddled under the table.

That was the longest night of their lives. The walls shuddered, the ceiling soon collapsed. Newberry was dead by morning. Banshee and his new companion, Siren, rose from the ruins of a now destroyed facility. The sky was dark.

It's 3:47pm now, two weeks after the incident. Banshee sits beside Siren-3, looking up through a hole in the ceiling. The sky is still dark. It has been this whole time. There are no more stars. Something pushes against the veil."Hey." Siren is the first to break the tense silence. "You alright? You've been... quiet."

For a moment, Banshee doesn't reply. Then, he does, and he says, "Yeah." That's all. "I'm alright. Think we should get moving, though... Those things might come back."

"Good idea." Siren nods her head, and Banshee picks up his rifle.

9.

Year 4, post-Collapse. The sky has become a dark shade of red. The clouds writhe like they're alive. The things that fly are like shadows. This is the darkest hours of humanity.

"You sure you know how to shoot that thing?"

"Banshee, how many years have we been at this? Yes, I'm sure. I know what I'm doing, you just go do your thing."

Banshee tilted his head at Siren as he slung a pack over his shoulder. "Sure in an awful hurry for me to leave."

Siren shakes her head, rolling her eyes with a puff of a laugh. "Sorry, sorry. I just know we've been short on supplies. The sooner we have them, the better."

"Right. I'll be back in a few."

"Don't get lost."

That exchange took place four hours ago. Banshee's been back for two of them. Sat up against the wall of their makeshift shelter, legs drawn in with his elbows resting on his knees. His head rests on his folded arms. He'd returned to find Siren killed, taken apart by scavengers, laid bare in the middle of the floor. Her shotgun was never fired.

After a long period of silence, Banshee stands up, and takes the shotgun.

21.

Four hundred long years have passed since the incident. Some have taken to calling it the Collapse. Banshee-21 can't recall much of his journey now, but as he draws nearer and nearer to the Traveler with a desperate caravan, he feels it's coming to an end soon. Rather than ride with the rest, he walks alongside them with three other guards. Dozens of attacking scavengers have fallen to his rifle. He felt nothing for them. This is only a daily grind.

As they approach sanctuary, Banshee nods to the guard walking beside him, and he breaks from the group to step into the settlement. He doesn't holster his rifle until he sees others with their weapons in hand, standing watch for their fellow survivors, settlers now, as alert as he is. He nods in greeting to some, then tiredly trudges to a campfire. He sits on a carved log, slumps forward. He stares blankly into the crackling fire.

A much larger man-- A Guardian unlike anything Banshee's seen-- approaches and has a seat beside him. Banshee swears he hears the wood creak under the Titan. He hesitates, then looks over, expecting to see a face, but he's instead greeted by a broad chest. He has to crane his neck to even see his helmet where he's slouching there next to him.

"Ah! Banshee. I've been waiting for you." The Titan says, immediately leading Banshee to become curious.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, of course. I heard you have a knack for weaponsmithing, guns in particular. The Consensus have discussed this for some time now, and... well..."

"And, what."

"They think that they'd like for you to be our City's gunsmith."

"Really?"

"Yes! Really. What do you say, my friend? Think you're up for the task?"

"..." Banshee's shoulders shrug. "Hell, sure. I'll see what I can do." He gives a pause, scrutinizing the Titan's horned helmet. He grunts. "What was your name again?"

"Oh, my apologies, I've forgotten to tell you, haven't I?" He extends a hand to Banshee. "Call me Shaxx."

The light behind Banshee's eyes grows just a bit brighter. He shakes Shaxx's hand.

43.

"Fuck you." Banshee-43 spits past his clenched jaw, following a kick delivered to the man's shin in front of the chair he's bound to. "Son of a bitch."

"Kick all you want, you'll only make this drag on longer than it has to." The man, an Awoken in black and green retorts, shaking the pain out of his leg. Banshee spies a bold V printed on his breast pocket. He wants to run his knife through it. If only his hands were free.

Agden Vem, the Awoken, circles behind Banshee, his hard-soled shoes clicking like the Devil's hooves on a marble floor. "Can we get this over with already?" a second voice asks, the source unseen, sounding like her only problem here is that she might miss part of her lunch break. "Right, sure. Hold his head still for me, would you, dear?"

"Wait," Banshee breathes out as a hand cups his chin tightly, drawing his head back to face the ceiling. "Wait. Don't do this... Let me go, and I won't tell anyone what I saw. Not a soul. I've forgotten everything else, I can forget this." His eyes are desperate. He doesn't know how many more reboots he can take before he breaks.

Vem lifts a now gloved finger at this plea, and leans forward to look down into Banshee's eyes. His own are a venomous green. They squint with the slightest raise of an eyebrow. "Of course you'll forget this." he replies, voice smooth as the silk his tie's made of, "That's what I'm here for."

The last thing Banshee feels is a click in the back of his head, and his whole world is switched off.

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Collaboration with the Parliament of Kenya to Strengthen the Gender and Equity Focus through Evaluation

Collaboration with the Parliament of Kenya to Strengthen the Gender and Equity Focus through Evaluation

The Innovation 2019 Project titled Expanding Democratic Spaces for more Inclusive and Equitable Governance: Integrating Gender-Responsiveness and Equity-Focus into Legislation through Evaluation is funded by EvalPartners and IOCE. The project is implemented by a team of Evaluators from the Africa Gender & Development Evaluators Network (AGDEN) and the International Development Evaluation…