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[canbebrave]

His Grace, King Robb Stark and I are feeling ourselves once more, we are in Liminal Space. May we perchance receive assistance on joining the rest of you? I do not have control over portals. This place may be of interest as well, Liminal Space normally holds some clue as to what is happening. Should anyone wish, I can share what I see inside your minds.




The Grasper... I do not know if it can be defeated. It would have their entire race enslaved as monsters.

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[pseudologist]

No need. That's the kind of thing where not knowing the answer is the answer - people tend to want you to know if their hideous monster can return from death.

[Seeing through someone else's eyes remains disorienting. All the more so when it's the other person initiating the transfer. It's a moment before he processes the impressions enough to comment.]

That's a little ominous. The gambling references aren't usually quite so blatant.

[canbebrave]

Liminal Space is oft themed. I am not sure what this means. Perhaps it is to show us that the end has not yet been decided?

[pseudologist]

Or that if we pull on the wrong card, the whole thing will come tumbling down around our ears.

--Do they build card houses where you're from? [That's the trouble with meaningful environments - any meaning drawn from them often requires the right frame of reference.]

[canbebrave]

No. I have learned about them through another Jaunt. One of my other selves was quite familiar with playing cards.

[pseudologist]

Then you should join us for a hand of Wicked Grace, once we're done playing at piracy.

Back in Thedas, a house of cards was a popular metaphor for something precarious - an unstable power base, an empire built on a foundation of debt, that sort of thing.

If I were to hazard a guess, I'd say it's probably meant to represent this alliance.