Intellect
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The Wild Pines Group is one of the original Revacholian indotribes -- companies awarded royal monopolies by the king (the suzerain) himself, centuries ago. The king is long gone, but several of the indotribes remain.
Her nonchalance might be related to something called the Wayfarer Act -- a law that says she doesn't need a licence. Sly fox... you're not aggressive enough to harass her further on this.
Saint-Batiste, LUM, an unknown entity known as Brightest Star...
Technically, the neighbouring Ozonne and Face-à-La-Mer island groups are archipelagos, while Le Caillou, by contrast, is a single, fertile land mass, the fourth largest island in the world. It is not an archipelago.
The Republic of Vesper, formerly the Republic of Vesper-Messina, was once a dual kingdom. An amicable parting of ways produced two constitutional monarchies. Vesper, the richer of the two, is an Occidental nation known for its proximity to the pale and its exotic financial derivatives.
The International Collaboration Police (ICP) is charged with coordinating law enforcement activities in complex, multi-national investigations. Their database is the single largest source of information in the world.
Surely there are other people to ask about the tattoo. This is not necessary to complete the task, officer -- it's a dangerous side-task. Search elsewhere.
The Seraise Giant Hornet, the world's second largest insect, can kill forty honey bees a minute while a group of 30 can decimate an entire hive of 20,000 bees in less than four hours.
Vredefort? Vredefort has a military academy. The Semenese islands saw a recent conflict. In Revachol he was executed.
For some reason your mind is a veritable repository of Guillaume le Million lyrics, trivia, and b-sides. But the time to explore this is when you're alone, facing a mirror perhaps? Right now it would derail the reality low-down.
The Confederate Republic of Mesque -- the world's largest state by territory -- has fallen into an especially nihilistic strain of nationalism lately.
All right. We're in. I know these all look good, but begin with the first, okay.
Known to the early Revacholians as les Immensités Bleues -- The Blue Immensities.
The colour of moralism is blue. The official motto of the Moralintern, or Moralist International, is: 'A blue forget-me-not; a piece of the grey sky'. Unofficial: 'For a moment, there was hope'.