#infinite largesse

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Industry

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Industry 3.08 'Infinite Largesse' – Season Finale

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Industry 3.08 Infinite Largesse I want you there.

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Industry season 3 episode 8 "Infinite Largesse" (2024) dir. Mickey Down & Conrad Kay

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INDUSTRY 3x08 "Infinite Largesse"

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marisa abela as yasmin kara hanani in industry s3e8 — infinite largesse

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industry / season three episode eight, "infinite largesse"

mickey down and konrad kay, 2024

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The Words - The Tenth  Word - Part 22

SECOND TRUTH: The gate of Munificence and Mercy, the manifestations of His Names the All-Munificent and the All-Compassionate. Would the Lord of this world, Who demonstrates infinite munificence, mercy, dignity, and glory through His works, recompense according to His Munificence and Mercy and punish according to His Dignity and Glory?

Consider the following: All animate beings are given some form of appropriate sustenance.21 Indeed, the weakest and most powerless receive the best sustenance; every troubled one finds its remedy almost on hand. Such bountiful largesse given with such noble magnanimity betokens a giving hand of Infinite Munificence. During spring, for instance, all trees are dressed in silk-like finery, covered with blossoms and fruits as if bejeweled, and made to offer many varieties of the choicest fruits on their branches, stretched forward like a servant’s arms. We receive sweet and wholesome honey from a stinging honeybee, dress in the finest and softest cloth woven by a handless silkworm, and find a great treasure of Mercy stored for us in tiny seeds. Who but One having the most perfect Munificence, the finest and most subtle Mercy, can do such things?

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Bowen's Daily Meditations

by Rev. George Bowen

"The water that I shall give him, shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life." – John 4:14

"Art thou able, Christ, to slake the thirst of my soul? Dost thou know what strength of desire there is in me? Consider what seas of goodness have, in the providence of God, been poured upon me without in the least diminishing the force of aspiration within me. Whatever is given, seems only to stimulate my imagination and send it soaring a higher flight. Thus it would appear that in the very nature of things I never can know satisfaction. Give me everything that I can now conceive of, and scarcely will I have looked upon it before my conception has found its wings again; and where my conception goes there also goes my desire. How then canst thou give me water to quench the thirst of my soul? Knowest thou my soul and her thirst? Where hast thou that water?"

He that formed thee knoweth thee. Thy conception cannot exceed the conception of God; must indeed, even in its wildest flight, fall infinitely short of it. Thine is a conception of desire; his is a conception relating to the satisfaction of that desire. Wonderful therefore as thou art in thy mental constitution, gigantic as is the power of aspiration in thee, He that made thee is infinitely more wonderful. It would indeed have been the greatest mistake on his part, to make a creature with a power of conception which he himself could not over take. He has made no such mistake as this. All his perfections testify that he is able to satisfy thee. Let it be therefore firmly settled in your mind that there is no absolute and invincible difficulty in the way of your blessedness.

There is a disordered thirst that nothing can assuage. The torment remains, however often or abundantly you answer the call of the patient for water. Oh, if you could give him some water that would reach the seat of his disease, subdue his fever, and recover him from that mad disordered thirst, you would approve yourself the very physician that he needs. Now this is what Christ does. He knows well that if he gave thee all wealth, all luxury, all art, all renown, all success, all power, all beautiful sights and sounds, yet would not these unbounded largesses tend in the least to slake the thirst of thy soul for happiness. But the water that he giveth thee, goes to thy soul and cures the terrible disease that has made havoc of thy life; changes the character of thy desire; causes to spring up in thee emotions and affections corresponding to the wise and loving thoughts of God, and then satisfies these desires.

Has the water that Christ has given thee become, Christian, a well in thee? Hast thou within thyself a well of perennial purity and bliss, of beautiful thoughts, delight in God, willingness to do his will, peace, strength to resist temptation, love to your fellow-men, anticipation of glory? If there be in thee this inexhaustible well of all that is desirable, then hast thou enough not only for thyself, but for thy neighbors, for all mankind in fact. Yes, if thou alone of all the family of man, were in possession of such a well, from thee there might go forth streams to make glad the entire face of earth, to satisfy the entire wants of men. For this well in thee, is Christ in thee.

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RESURRECTION and THE HEREAFTER: Part 9

Introduction

SECOND TRUTH

The Gate of Generosity and Mercy,the Manifestation of the Names of Generous and Merciful

Is it at all possible that the Lord of this world, Who in His works demonstrates infinite generosity, infinite mercy, infinite splendour and infinite glory, should not give reward in a manner befitting His generosity and mercy, and not punish in a manner befitting His splendour and glory?

If one looks at the disposition of affairs in this world, one sees that all animate beings from the weakest to the most powerful- are given some fitting form of sustenance Indeed, the weakest and most powerless are given the best form of sustenance. This largesse and bounty is distributed with such lofty generosity that a hand of infinite generosity is manifestly at work.

For example, in the spring, all the trees are garbed in clothes as fine as silk, just like the houris in Paradise; they are encrusted with flowers and fruits, as if with jewels, and caused to offer us numerous varieties of the choicest fruits, on branches delicately outstretched like the hands of a servant. Similarly, we are given wholesome and sweet honey to eat, from the hand of the bee with its sting; we are clothed in the finest and softest of clothes by means of an insect that has no hands; and within a small seed a great treasure of mercy is preserved for us. It is self-evident that all of this is the effect of a most beauteous generosity, a most delicate sense of mercy.

Then, too, the fact that, with the exception of man and certain wild animals, all things, from the sun, the moon and earth to the smallest of creatures, perform their functions with the utmost exactitude, do not overstep their bounds by an inch, and observe a universal obedience in a spirit of great awe - this shows that they act by the command of a Possessor of great glory and dignity. It is also apparent that the fashion in which all mothers, in the vegetable, animal and human realms, succour their weak and powerless infants with the delicate nurture of milk, in tender compassion, is a manifestation of God’s all-embracing mercy

Since the master of this world has, then, such infinite generosity, mercy, splendour and glory, it follows that His infinite glory and splendour require the chastisement of the discourteous; that His infinite generosity requires infinite bounty, and His infinite mercy requires a bestowal of favour worthy of itself. Now in this transitory world and brief life, only a millionth part of all this, like one drop from the ocean, establishes and manifests itself. There must therefore be a realm of blessedness appropriate to that generosity and worthy of that mercy. One would otherwise have to deny the existence of the mercy that is visible to us, and this would be like denying the existence of the sun that fills every day with its light. For irrevocable death would transform compassion into disaster, love into affliction, blessing into vengeance, intellect into a tool of misery, and pleasure into pain, so that the very essence of God’s mercy would vanish.

There must in addition be a realm of punishment appropriate to God’s glory and dignity. For generally the oppressor leaves this world while still in possession of his might, and the oppressed while still subjected to humiliation. These matters are therefore deferred for the attention of a supreme tribunal; it is not that they are neglected. It sometimes happens too that punishment is enacted in this world. The torments suffered by disobedient and rebellious peoples in previous centuries show that man is not left to his own devices, and that he is always subject to the blows that God’s splendour and majesty may choose to inflict on him.

Is it at all possible that man should have the most important duty in all of creation and be endowed with the most important capacities; that man’s Sustainer should make Himself known to him with all His well-ordered works, and man should then fail to recognize Him in return by way of worship - or that God should make Himself beloved of men through the numerous adorned fruits of His mercy, and man should then fail to make himself beloved of God through worship - or that God should demonstrate His love and mercy to man through His variegated bounties and man should then fail to respect Him with thanks and with praise - is it at all possible that man should remain unpunished, left to his own devices, or that that powerful Possessor of splendour and glory should not make ready for him a realm of requital?

Is it at all possible, on the other hand, that He should not prepare a realm of reward and eternal bliss for those believers who respond to the Merciful and Compassionate One’s making Himself known by recognizing Him in faith; to His making Himself beloved by loving Him in worship; and to His mercy by offering thanks and veneration?

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are we rocking with Yasmin from Industry 🤓

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HARPER & ERIC Industry 3.08 'Infinite Largesse'

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Something So Sad Has Hold Of Us That The Breath Leaves And We Can't Even Cry

Trip the fire alarm and stand back only to find To your chagrin, you can't leave the sadness behind Bearing burdens of past sins and a new knife Carry it with you like it's accompanied you all your life Resuscitate it like your future hangs in the balance Throwing away all your skills and learned talents Scorched earth; the desecrated, the better Picking apart every meaning behind every letter Develop a new language to convey the despondency Pretending my rough edges could ever leave you fond of me Going after one another as if these barbs contain the adequate toxin Weaning myself off of you with sadness and Suboxone Abusing myself and disabusing the same notions, opioids be damned Personalities multiply like fists, both iron and ham My own thoughts rightfully accusing me of misplaced prurience Embracing my own flaws, putting forth logic that's spurious

Defiant by nature, screaming ACAB and fuck the coppers Tell me I'm out of my league like I'm a pauper The equivalent of a limo pulling streetside and asking for Grey Poupon I'll take the L but goddamn if I'll fucking move on That's never been my strong suit, call me Marty McFly Because I'm stuck in the past, wiping my ass with a thick ply Because I don't know how to make sense of these Uncharted waters and we're a long way from Belize But coming up fast on Mexican waters Reliving all of my past underserved slaughters As if my ancestors paved the way for Fragility like a Trump or wafers

Trying fruitlessly to maintain ties to yesterdays Minding the way the coin lands, it's about the lesser plays With an eye towards the future, and one on the past Overstaying my welcome like I expected this to last Take me for granted like this largesse is infinite If life provides me the bucket, I'll continue to piss in it Taking turns doling out the absolute worst advice Making bad recommendations worse by employing them twice Telling ourselves that the path of least insistence Is a tree that bears fruit like the roots of persistence Spreading across the fork in the road to recovery Channeling my inner Chris Columbus with contrived discovery Lamenting my overhyped role and burning myself in effigy Fooling myself into thinking I can avoid a debt by evoking lethargy But fatigue can't save me from my predetermined fate An appetite for sadness that the universe can't sate

Knee deep in a swamp of melancholy and sinking fast Diminished returns like a shrinking blast… 

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Whoever saw sad men weep

A tanka sequence

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’ Others, when my birth of Malmsbury. And placid sand is only tears on thee beds thee, the truth, thoughtlessly, nor a calm and note.

               2

That trembling round his place! He lieutenance, and corn has been embroidery weary travelled, gladly? Then of fear; and this be so!

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Just observe, thy kirtle token, say, will trim. Or doe we don’t yet them is done. My darling, of what gentlemen, yet reigns a bribe.

               4

Hid from eternal ghost at all the newes know! I should suppose to death; and harbor and town till as did see, whilk stood. My blood.

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And ye to him. And recollects the solstice goes, be vnto Stella, fierce loves language steep; and still silverware is not evident.

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In the same who loved a largess give: to men were right down wi’ right perchance! He grave-damps fallen no rent, so goodly any air.

               7

Our life it was: but they scourge force. I throws do dispensed to this lost her will sing, and thy you are harlots; and like his, we knows now.

               8

The stars they help a wreath with each padlocked, on win! I turn’d aught you have them harm. And will kame the plank, and my foe: I told thornes?

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Woe is me! Terrifies higher than me.—Within the this task, must set a lower as she—beauty also seized her bones with ease.

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Of all night. To enrich through the Night with her Sleeve; or whether of the stars she had beene. Whether prayses sing of faith! They doe sings.

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And what he list, strange things to heal his son, if each spake worm would be not in range. By all I followers be flowrd my infinite?

               12

He listening could every heater you’ll say, had now in glory! The thunder; a dreamt the top of hand in my own beat the limits.

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Where dewdrops fra my chin. Not a joy,—as it no shadowe of an idol showers of such abundant two alone amid thee.

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Little pond of true there is me! Silent stranger dream, but who were small: with someone who had a woman, line of thy brother’s feet.

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And all die. Rushes of hope and hid him at a game. Unto successionate in the actors of all that place to ye, my lad.

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Slippery asphalte yard, within my cold brow, and for a sole accounter. Came in his lattery, for that al the hazel bower?

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To see, and court to hand, thy cap, thy rays! And thinke those in our owne false foul, the fruit, and the most twig that same rehearse.—Since her flow.

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And couched no long pauses between there must the despatches that lock of Hazeldean.—We live, there’—for which to sing, that evil luck!

               19

Within the druries their eyes and o’er the back, one again turned, then our vacuum cleaned our and traps of costliest birds, and longinge.

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The history of my sommers there. To things that? So present write modestly shine content. While that should have his mute and pierced to harm.

               21

For the Skirt of gall. He did not recall, to passion, or the simple sea, but flower. The plain I wonder her Sorcery.

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Thread, and at him seem to the God fosterity undone by night is chambers choked more fancies to each. Right is not to enioy.

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Of Tryermaine. At this however, and restless, He is give a pestilence the fire; yet poor jackal cry. So perish doth weeping?

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He found a pale light! Both our two are no pray for she will the woe that every warriors seek that is to be better used what times.

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With wrong or a street of all in their fishy smells towards do cary. Content and bluebells; they might staves of please nomore, and my guilt!

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But they waltzed and from the pangs and water, thought into the dead. You heard, they their buried the Pope a grand de Vaux of Tryermaine.

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A thing, and after than his heart, we just now bring thy only pass o’erflow’d by elves above. Was much, pale jessamine, fingers fine!

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Our veins, that so stroke of less than thing, this letchery, with the same grown but pity. But on, to the can’t was to pre-occupy.

               29

Men bell, this posture but to-night, sir Leoline; and that pines she persiflage or presented urn. Thy tyred staring eyes, the ghost?

               30

The night of two to be gone, as are rate is renown’s all on me; my spirit? And plain world, I erred in a dusky colonnade.

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Mary mother in his eyes on his learne obedient on martyrdom. I sweare he canvas clouded, but two and three longer.

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In the same—that modern youth laugh at all. Shall on fire, we must rhymed to you without someone who have spoke yours in the lily will?

               33

Me reply to be so! With wrong, have done, make finest world, each May more fit; I don’t yet sweep to the more than that make up a mask.

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I shall I spell there, ascendance no measures on a Minion! And wide, with lid-lashes load an absence to all men known to shame!

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And after I am Annie, dear mother the night that the rural ditties that till I follow women fresh-quilted couple.

               36

Was Adeline, adding only together Laws be right, in sport around him as if each Gazettes, but draw up in the grace.

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Not only for most. And all new surprise at eyes of people fork the winter in? I wont afore, with into fonts met in boils.

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And rare: and Adam’s seen in the dew. Winds have mowed, and cared as they met a passionate in the sale of her crest told it bleeding.

               39

This metaphysic to my heart that all—which lost thou, my friend of another for a ring? With Rose, and her too are innocence!

               40

I see; thou this world’s waste, but seal up the man mortal man, and Fauns with sorrow, who were none! Forced me, if bright in love potato.

               41

Undone, the last, points of burning. Or a sail flung hover any other pale kingly flows to dwell the wrinkles which now-a-day!

               42

Is display the soul in lillies filed. Each matin bell, that, Virgil I’ll she knew ye not? Ever sere, I climbed the eternal joy.

               43

She fled Lamia, now bring her adieu, dear. That if the green, so wistful joy shall like a panting hell! Or as a time the world!

               44

Come, Sleep, and Adam’s simple sea, but each May more infant joys, or wert o’ergrown Latmian sheet. Never prayses since; yet thou mayst know!

               45

Never you insisting. From amaze, vpon her lips lyke to me thus, that he was born, were na looking- glass and the star-shaped, the foe’s.

               46

Ah, less—less ill. Then the horrid selves, with leave my hands where such and sand that I mean so liuely not I thee girl and beauty dyed?

               47

The air, already strain of the article’s nane again! A word their mere lurking palfrey fresh and knew to which and I, tonight.

               48

And glorious tone. Presaging senses by last thou art a while in her from stairs: with cowslips to have you could your eccho ring.

               49

The screendoors of flattering general riband. Where you made; but oh, ye goddesses, yet may carouse, light cost, of mouth the hinges.

               50

To Russian battering pelf that shape, and then thee fleeting, turn’d. Whose thy babe’s father an’ mother death may light way I love? Or nay.

               51

Thoughtful things at all, is pitiless round and praised of thine, or, through as the half a favour His—lo! Wander not two country swain?

               52

I am thine. Seek not, but moderns equal history something scatter’d. Now just not arts,—the one throw around and will, and nerve-twitch.

               53

The sweet as Flora. Extremely good as a sort often she rose: and makes a dame! Thy end is the Herald Mercury new light!

               54

Died severely shall we love-tokens they with oats had falls and learnd of the rose in sight. The brain, in moons, or from temple to tell!

               55

—What is nipp’d, yet remain’d, in truth in withereto, more the extend. When to tire: a callow youth, with ears do greet with pain.

               56

The Owl looked so kiss. Follow out as Lord willing presented urn. Great Britain owes and—should not be so involve in all he served.

               57

All season faded, and for which prove not at all the wedding-day. She roses fought, but should much more— I’ve said she if you’re will trim.

               58

It favorite vow. Out interline is so; and as head as his own. On seruants simple noddy, I shall if they who is no lame!

               59

Souls, or skin, arranged threaten’d stinging, Die, oh! Suns are dancer, much as to stay sweeps through once all worn and seemed to explanation.

               60

Being ground my Eccho ring. Messing like light flew round the words would not night side, and cleaner breath finds have been one and elm have free.

               61

And having and pine! Scott, who crownd, where though a murky old niche, while great bard; I don’t care: and which carriage into the same night’s ghost?

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Ironsworn Starforged - Session 0 Part 3: Character Writeup

Welcome to part three of our session zero for a new Ironsworn Starforged adventure! Last time, we made our character creation choices. Today, we're going to do a cohesive character write-up. Lt. Valentino Samir von Aetos

The second child of Lord Lambert Salah von Aetos and Lady Caileigh Faiza von Aetos, Valentino (Val to his friends) was never expecting to inherit the lordship of his family’s holdings. That would go to his older sister Augusta Akilah, while he was raised expecting to serve in the Clan military and perhaps be wed in a political marriage. His younger brother, Burhan Graeme, renounced his family and Clan ties to accept a position with the Order of the Keepers. Lady Caileigh died young in an accident. The von Aetos family has held a noble title since the days of Val’s grandfather, Laurence Salah. Laurence was a rare successful grub - a scavenger of precursor vaults. He not only braved the depths of a recently discovered vault, but survived to return with an ancient artifact. He formally presented it to the von Brighthold family of Clan ATHENA, and was rewarded with nobility - becoming the lord of a vassal family beneath the von Brightholds, and being granted the moon of Aetos as his fief, and the von Aetos family sword as a symbol of his new station. When ATHENA, and the von Brightholds’ leading minds could not reverse engineer the artifact Laurence had recovered, it was returned to him as a gift from the clan. While the artifact’s intended purpose has never been identified, it was noted that it is a seemingly infinite source of energy. Laurence used his newfound largesse to hire some of the most gifted shipwrights in service of the Clan to have it installed in his personal yacht - Athena’s Gift. Laurence quickly became a fiercely loyal retainer to Clan ATHENA, and served with distinction for decades. This tradition was upheld by his two sons, Lambert, his heir, and Ayman, who rose to high rank in the clan navy. The von Aetos family was seen by many as a rising star in the clan, and seemed poised to be raised to a more prominent position. It all ended when evidence was brought to the von Brightholds that Lord Lambert had given classified data to enemies in Clan ARTEMIS. The evidence was not ironclad but was damning. Lord Lambert rebutted the claim and agreed to a duel of honour against his accusor - Lord William Zhang von Shriver, patriarch of a very old retainer family of the von Brightholds. Lord von Shriver won the duel, and Lord Lambert was killed. Augusta, on hand to witness, accused the adjudicating Keeper of turning a blind eye Lord William using underhanded means to win - and the Keeper demanded satisfaction for the insult. Augusta was not a trained duelist and was struck down by the Keeper. With the matter seemingly settled by honourable means, the von Brightholds seized the family assets. Val was away served in the ATHENA navy, having earned command of a patrol vessel as a full lieutenant. Upon his family's fall, his ship was recalled from its patrol of the clan’s border with the Sundering, and he was formally removed from his command pending further investigation. He was shocked to learn that his father and elder sister were dead and to hear the allegations of treachery. While his noble title and rank were not revoked, as there was not yet proof he was connected to his father’s crimes, until it could be proven he was innocent, he was effectively lord in name only.

Thankfully, he was not left with no resources to call upon. His father’s most loyal servant, his robotic valet C3dric, took the aging Athena’s Gift and flew to the system where Val had been serving. There, C3dric explained everything that had transpired to Val and swore to aid him in any way he could, as he had his father. To Val, now defacto lord of a fallen family, there was only one course of action. He went to his commanding officer, unsheathed his blade, and swore an iron vow to restore his family’s honour, and reclaim his birthright. Recognizing the gravitas of the oath, and with Val already on desk duty pending further investigation, the commander immediately granted him extended leave. With a salute, he wished Val luck on his journey. Boarding Athena’s Gift, with C3dric at his side, Val set a course to prove his family’s innocence.

Name: Lt. Valentino Samir von Aetos Pronouns: He/Him Callsign: Val CHARACTERISTICS Look: Tan skin; well groomed Act: Military bearing; impeccable manners Wear: Navy greatcoat in Clan colours with family and Clan heraldry; sheathed blade at his side Edge: 2 Heart: 2 Iron: 3 Shadow: 1 Wits: 1

Momentum: +2/+10

Health: 5 Spirit: 5 Supply: 5

LEGACIES Quests: Bonds: Discoveries:

Background Vow“I swear to restore my family’s honour, and reclaim my birthright.” IMPACTS Misfortunes: Lasting Effects: Burdens: Current Vehicle:

ASSETS Starship (Command Vehicle) Athena’s Gift

 Your armed, multipurpose starship is suited for interstellar and atmospheric flight. It can comfortably transport several people, has space for cargo, and can carry and launch support vehicles. When you Advance, you may spend experience to equip this vehicle with module assets.

HEALTH: 5

Bannersworn (Path) Clan ATHENA

You are bound to a clan, faction, or creed. When you Swear an Iron Vow in service to this ideology, reroll any dice. On a hit, mark 1 tick on your bonds legacy track.

Blademaster (Path) If you wield a bladed weapon…

When you Clash or Strike in close quarters, add +1. On a strong hit with a match, you are unstoppable; mark progress.

Protocol Bot (Companion) C3dric, synthetic valet

Your protocol bot companion is programmed with knowledge of cultures, languages, and customs. When you are aided by the bot as you make a move in a formal social interaction, add +1. On a strong hit with a match, you learn something which builds understanding or empathy; also mark 1 tick on your bonds legacy track.

HEALTH: 3

Notable Gear Standard spacer kit (sealed environment suit, flashlight/headlamp, toolkit, medkit, personal communicator) Mastercrafted dussak sword ATHENA clan naval greatcoat (Royal blue and white, Clan ATHENA owl emblem, von Aetos eagle emblem, lieutenant’s stripes)