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Link to AO3 chapters 1&2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7 chapter 8 chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 The Academy looked normal enough from the distance but blew Gentry’s mind when she finally entered it. First of all, the way in lay through a massive winter garden full of the most luxurious botanical collection she’s ever seen. Not only that, but it seemed to be arranged in a way that offered spaces for hanging out as well as paths in and out. Here and there, G noticed little nooks with people’s voices coming from them and small murmuring streams gleamed in the sun that blazed through the transparent walls and roof. This place looked magical and invited to stay, enjoy the refreshing coolness and peace of mind. But Gentry had a good enough rest in her communal room the night before and was eager to start working on her first assignment that the System had spat out with a congratulating letter. Figuring out the controls of her new wristcomm was simple enough.
DEAR GENTRY!
WE ARE DELIGHTED TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU ARE THE FIRST CONTESTANT TO CLEAR ALL CHALLENGES AND OBTAIN THE STATUS OF AN ASHTAPADAN NEWCOMER! YOUR MEDICAL DATA HAS BEEN ANALYSED AND FOUND ACCEPTABLE.
IN THE ATTACHMENT TO THIS LETTER YOU WILL FIND A LIST OF RULES, RECOMMENDATIONS AND IDEAS THAT WILL DEFINITELY HELP YOU IN THE FIRST WEEKS IN OUR BEAUTIFUL CITY BUT WE STRONGLY RECOMMEND FINDING A BUDDY THAT WOULD BE YOUR MAIN GUIDE AND POTENTIALLY A NEW GREAT FRIEND! IT CAN BE ANY CITIZEN OR A MORE EXPERIENCED NEWCOMER.
YOUR CURRENT POINTS: 0
WHY NOT START EARNING SOME WITH YOUR FIRST ASSIGNMENT?
START ANY BEGINNER COURSE AT THE ACADEMY AND KEEP YOUR ATTENDANCE RATE OVER 80% — WORTH 50 POINTS
(OPTIONAL) FIND SOMEBODY WHO IS WILLING TO BECOME YOUR BUDDY — WORTH 20 POINTS
Without stopping to check if the vending machines offered anything good, G made her way through the dreamy garden and entered the inner yard that looked just like everything here: nothing too eye-catching at first glance but secrets hidden everywhere.
One thing she had already noticed was that most of the people had another piece of technology on their bodies besides the comm on their wrists: a sort of extendable visor that some of them kept engaged at all times. Those who were focused on the screen had a comical look on their faces, a thousand-mile stare, eyes wide even as they were talking to each other or going about their business. It was unclear yet why they would engage the screen for so long though. No one needed this much time to read a notification or check a map.
Take a group of young students by the fountain, for example. They seemed deep in conversation with each other yet their pupils didn’t focus on the person in front, but on the translucent screen over the top part of their faces. Was it some kind of virtual reality helmet?
If so, G needed one, too.
Perhaps she’d be able to make new friends this way.
There was something else that caught Gentry’s eye. Despite her initial disappointment about the severe lack of male hotness in the streets, people of both sexes seemed to really care about their appearance. Even those who probably weren’t naturally stunning were very interesting to look at not least because of the crazy fashion sense everyone here had. Never before had G seen so much variety in what everyone wore: countless variations on different national garments, some looking very traditional, like something one could see in a theatre, some — futuristic uniforms straight out of a sci-fi movie. It didn’t seem like anyone was concerned with gender norms here, too. At least in when it came to the outfits.
G hoped she didn’t look like a creepy stalker when her gaze lingered on a pair of very nicely shaped legs stretching from underneath a plaid skirt that belonged to a young man in the group sat by the edge of the water. A pair of snow-white knee-highs, flat loafers and neat raven hair with some blue streaks completed the image. His clothes fit him very well and weren’t inappropriate in the least: something an old money university student would wear.
A female student that is.
And he wasn’t alone. Here and there, among more conventionally dressed people, there were people wearing all sorts of things: a crazy mix of goth-like apparel but barefoot, men and women with heads covered with scarves, people in strange jewelery that looked like it weighed a ton and so on. Most importantly, no one seemed to care what the others looked like.
Was it paradise? Looks like the demo didn’t lie: it was heaven on earth.
The young man in the middle of the student gaggle caught her staring after all. With a dazzling smile, he waved in her direction as if they were great friends, and G waved back, face heating, hoping there wasn’t anyone behind her this tease was actually waving at. Thank god his shoes weren’t heeled, otherwise she would definitely have a heart attack right here, in the middle of the common area, on her first day.
Did he notice her ogling his legs? Judging by the giggles of his friend's entourage, they all did. The young flirt covered his mouth, eyes wide in mock indignation and pulled his knees in, as if hiding them from the improper attention, getting even more laughter from the rest of the company. G averted her eyes and tried to calm her breathing as she was on her way through the yard again, but before they all disappeared from her field of view, she noticed the coquette stretch his legs again and fall back on a friend of his, embracing the lucky man’s neck in an affectionate gesture, already forgetting G existed.
There was no way she wasn’t going to make some pretty boy do the same for her. Forget the assignment, put that in the list of her top priorities!
At first, Gentry was lost when she failed to find any kind of class schedule and there was no one to ask at the reception desk.
Why have a reception desk if nobody’s on duty?
Soon, however, it occurred to her that there was no schedule: each room within the wide marble corridors had a small display with a handwritten message scribbled on it.
Bachata for beginners
Product engineering (Tuesday class cancelled)
Colloidal chemistry (revision today)
None of these were the Communications course that Jey was talking about, but the variety definitely made G’s eyebrows go up.
Was she just supposed to barge into any class and sign up? Did she have to sign up later if she liked the subject? Was it ok to choose any?
After some wandering around, too scared to just walk in uninvited or ask others for directions, she finally stumbled across the door saying:
Communication & decision making course (Newcomers welcome)
With the desks arranged in a horseshoe and the people of various ages that were also apparently Newcomers, it all seemed comfortably casual. Everyone was chatting as she walked in, paying G no mind so she busied herself with the wristcomm that dinged at exactly the right time to save her the embarrassment of looking for a desk.
Would you like to enroll in this course? Scroll down to read the description.
Was this damn thing a spying device? Did it just know which room she was in? Jey didn’t joke when she said the little thing was going to be her primary aid!
“Are you looking for somewhere to sit?” called a young red-haired woman at one of the paired desks. “Here, this one is free.” She had the auglasses on, like everyone else, but they were off, showing her lively face and a pair of sharp green eyes.
“Thanks,” G said, gratefully taking the offer. “I’m new here, don’t know how things work yet.”
“It’s alright, the course is very engaging, you’ll love it.” — the woman held out a hand — “I’m Sereen, what’s your name?”
G shook the warm palm. “It’s Gentry. And by new I mean I’m new to Ashtapada, not just the course. Literally arrived yesterday.”
“Really?” — S looked surprised — “Everything must be very confusing!”
“You have no idea,” G smiled. “I’m glad someone understands. Everyone’s friendly but acts as if giant mechanical dogs in the streets and a moss garden in the lobby are the most normal things ever.”
“Don’t worry, I was just like you when I first arrived, you’ll get the hang of it soon.”
“Hope so! Is that the lecturer?”
“Shhh...”
Just like everything else in Ashtapada, the lecture started out normal enough only to unfold into something completely alien to how things were normally done.
Apparently, the Communications course involved learning rationality, debating, logic, etiquette and god knew what else. It was supposed to give the future citizens tools to, well, communicate. G was given a booklet with some ground rules for beginners that included entries that sounded like something Sun Tzu would say if he studied debating instead of warcraft.
“The purpose of any argument is not to win it and not to change the other disputant’s mind. It’s to find the truth.”
“Always argue in good faith.”
“Don’t attack your opponent.”
“If attacked, dismiss the attack as if it didn’t happen.”
Well, hopefully, it only meant verbal attacks! G knew too well that when it came to physical violence, it was hard to ignore it.
Most of the rules looked straightforward enough, some were confusing.
“Seek challenge to your convictions. Avoid echo chambers.”
“Don’t seek being right.”
“Be mindful of your audience including yourself.”
“Avoid “Empty arguments” that don’t bring everyone closer to the goal of finding the truth.”
The lecturer, a willowy man of about sixty that drowned in his tweed jacket, started the class with a bit of small talk with the regulars after distributing the booklets to all first-timers. He made sure to give it to G face down so that his photo under the “About the author” title didn’t go unnoticed. He also made most of the “talk” part himself.
“I never took part in a debate,” G told Sereen, who was patiently waiting for the class to begin. “And never seen anything like these rules. Is it actually useful?”
“Oh, believe me, professor Poe will be ecstatic to talk to you about them. He can’t not start discussing his subject at the slightest provocation. Look.” — she raised her hand — “Professor, how was your weekend?”
The man wearily smiled. “That might seem like a meaningless question, Sereen, but it’s actually very much related to the topic we are going to cover today.”
“See?” — S raised her eyebrows with a suppressed smile. G giggled. This promised to be interesting.
“Our friend Sereen is a very polite person, isn’t she?” — Poe smiled at the class but his eyes glided over everyone’s faces, gaze turned inwards like he was reading an invisible text written on the walls. “But as kind as she is, I don’t think she’s actually interested in how my weekend went. Small talk is just a social custom we engage in to strengthen our social relations. Why don’t we just start a day by saying “Hi! I value our relationship and would like to fulfill my societal role!” to everyone we know? I would definitely prefer THAT over the small talk! He-he!”
The audience laughed politely. The guy seemed alright.
“However, just as we use different tools to fulfill this role in different contexts, so can the context of a logical problem steer our thinking towards a rational, that is, right, and an irrational, that is, wrong, answer.”
“Well, that’s not a given,” Gentry mumbled under her breath but it went unnoticed by S, who was already immersed in the lecture.
“Consider the famous René Descartes’s quote "Cogito, ergo sum". Who can translate it from Latin?” — the board behind the thin, almost transparent man glowed, displaying the words.
“Is it really a Beginner’s course?” G asked Sereen in a low voice but her companion was already raising her hand, together with a dozen other students.
“I think, therefore I am,” she said after a curt nod of the lecturer’s permission.
“Very good,” he continued, pleased. “I taught you well. Those of you who attend my lectures regularly are familiar with the notion of solipsism, which states that the only thing we can be sure about is our own thoughts.”
Gentry looked at S with raised eyebrows.
If this is an introductory course, what was the advanced like?
Sereen didn’t seem to perplexed. She was fully following the thread.
“However,” professor Poe said. “I am going to challenge that notion by demonstrating that we can’t trust our own mind when it comes to perceiving reality.”
He looked at the audience with a quizzical eye, and pointed at Gentry with a long bony finger “You, new girl. I want you to close your eyes.”
Why her?
Gentry was only happy to hide behind her eyelids. No doubt the whole room was now staring at her.
Through the blood rushing in her ears, she heard the old man’s voice, “Who was sitting beside you before you closed your eyes?”
“My new friend Sereen,” G answered and heard a little gasp of appreciation from the woman.
“So you know she existed as long as you two were whispering behind my back. However, now that you can’t see or hear her. How do you know she exists?”
“Well, I can reach with my hand and touch her,” Gentry said, demonstrating.
“Yes, this is what most people answer,” Poe said. “You can open your eyes now. But let me ask you this: how would you know it was her, an not some other person that took her place?”
Gentry’s intuition was right: everyone was staring, as if waiting for her answer.
“Well, I suppose— ”
“Hush, it was a rhetorical question,” the professor cut her off. “The correct answer is that you can’t know that. We think we can trust our senses or at least our thoughts, but this is also false. Everyone, look out of the window.”
Everyone did.
The day was as fine as Gentry was annoyed.
What did this pops think of himself?
“I’d ask what you see, but I already know the answer,” he went on. “All of you would say “the sky”. And all of you would be wrong, because sky doesn’t exist. We only see the endless emptiness of the outer space, but perceive it as a blue dome. It’s an illusion, a phantom, born out of our collective unconscious.”
Sereen whispered, lost in the lecture, “Ah, yes, Carl Jung.”
What?
Was it supposed to be obvious?
“But listen to this,” he continued, voice booming like a demiurge’s in the completely silent room. “Listen to this. How many words is it? Listentothis. Our common sense says it’s three words while in reality it’s just a string of sounds I an producing with my mouth. I am literally making you hallucinate the spaces between the words I’m saying. With knowing that our perception is so flawed, how can we know that we even know how to think?”
“I’m sorry, professor, I disagr...” G started but got struck down by his serrated gaze.
“I’ll invite questions at the end, young miss,” he chopped out.
Sereen’s eyes were sympathetic. It looked like most if not all of professor Poe’s students had learned not to interrupt him.
He went on, “Anyway, the fact that you even understand what I am saying is in itself incredible and shouldn’t be possible.”
“But it IS possible, right?” G whispered to Sereen. “I mean, aren’t we understanding this as he speaks?”
“PLEASE refrain from talking unless asked!” professor Poe roared.
Impressive lung capacity for such a frail human being!
G begrudgingly did as she was told. The guy seemed to be enjoying this power trip a bit too much to her taste.
“Now, since most of you,” he put some emphasis on the word to shut up another pair of whispering students. “Most of you think you comprehend my words, you must know that there is a way to tell that something is real, even though we can’t rely on our senses for perception. I’m giving you a minute to discuss with your partners what it might be.”
G considered it. She and Sereen exchanged equally confused glances.
Like a dutiful student, S started summarising Poe’s arguments but Gentry listened with only half an ear. She felt that behind all this over-thinking was a clear and simple answer.
She watched the professor walk along the aisles, tuning into one or another conversation before leaving each with a smug head shake of disapproval.
What was there to think about? Even if they didn’t see the world precisely as it was, something was definitely real, right? The chair she felt under her buttocks, the air around, the low murmur of the students. The annoying professor that… looked a little too translucent.
Gentry waited for the man to approach their desks and tune into Sereen’s musings. As he came so near they could reach out and touch him, Gentry did just that.
To her utter shock, her hand went through the old jacket and sent a wave of static over the professor’s figure, his whole form glitching and flickering.
Professor Poe was a hologram!
Unable to help herself, Gentry said, “No wonder you don’t think anything is real, Professor, you are hardly real yourself!”
The whole roomful of people stared, transfixed, at the surreal scene of a student’s arm disappearing into the teacher’s abdomen.
Gentry looked back at Sereen in search of support.
Was it laughter in her eyes?
Poe’s blood drained from his face, the mouth slacked open, twitching as if trying to form some words, but none came out.
Sereen chimed in, “You never told us you were a simulation, Professor.”
“Out!” Poe gritted lowly so that no one really heard him.
“I’m sorry?” G asked, innocently.
“Out of my class!” he exploded, jumping out of Gentry’s reach with an enraged grimace. “I am as real as you are!”
G stood up and looked at her hand then back at Professor Poe.
How much rage could storm in those watery eyes?
Then, she winked at her new friend.
“Let’s go then, shall we?” she said.
Sereen looked lost for a second, her eyes darting pack and forth between Gentry and Poe. Then, her gaze seemed to cloud a little, as if she retreated into her own head, but when she resurfaced, she nodded with a mischievous smile.
Both young women left the room, the classmates’ sympathetic silence and Poe’s angry seething seeing them off.
***
“What a way to start my first day,” Gentry said. “My hands are still trembling a bit.”
She and S were calming their nerves in the green winter garden, the soothing sound of the little running streamlet at their feet a welcome distraction.
“Believe it or not, his course is actually quite useful,” Sereen laughed. “Who would have thought the old Poe is actually not human? I guess we never thought of poking him in the stomach before. This is going to be the talk of the Academy for the next month or so!”
“Is it? I feel bad now. I guess I’m not getting any points for attending this lecture, right?” — Gentry checked her wristcomm — “It says “zero progress” and something else… ad.. Honi… adhonim…”
Sereen laughed, “Yeah, you adhominem’ed good old Poe, no wonder you got zero credit!”
“What does it mean?”
“You’ve seen the rules of learning and discourse, right?” S said. “There are no-nos, things that aren’t allowed, especially when it comes to Rationality classes and the like. Ad Hominem means an attack on the speaker, not their argument. It isn’t exactly what you did, but I guess it’s the closest thing!”
“Ad Hominem, huh,” G said. “Well, I guess I deserve it then. Thanks for standing by me.”
If it wasn’t for Sereen, G wasn’t sure she would be going to return to the Academy any time soon!
“You just chose a wrong course as your first class, G,” — no doubt about that! — “But another lecturer who works here is much more open-minded and he also teaches Rationality. I think you’ll enjoy him more than our old Poe. His next class is in a couple of days. Wanna come?”
***
DEAR GENTRY!
CONGRATULATIONS ON COMPLETING AN OPTIONAL ASSIGNMENT! 20 POINTS HAVE BEEN ADDED TO YOUR STATUS COUNTER.
I know there are some that display 2 times at once, but I also want it to display the 2 dates because that confuses me.
It's often said that one of the biggest things martials lack in 5e is out of combat utility. While I'm not going to deny that they certainly have fewer options than casters do, I don't think martials are completely without options. As an example, here are some things Strength and Dex based characters can still excel at:
Edit: as some commenters have noted, these examples are not exclusive to martials. Rather, they are options available to all classes, which spellcasters tend to neglect.
I will not deny that spellcasters have other options on top of these, or that spellcasters might have spells that allow them to outperform martials on these tasks. What I will say is that many of these fall into rules-light territory, and experienced dms are more likely to favor martials under such circumstances
Lock Picking: While classically a rogue ability, any class can be an expert lockpick. For dex-based characters, the easiest way to do this is using thieve's tools or sleight of hand to get lock open. For strength-based characters, you have several options including attacking the door, ripping it open with a Crowbar (note: Crowbars are in the PHB and give you advantage), or smashing it down with a Portable Ram (note: Portable Rams are also in the PHB and give you a +4 bonus to such checks)
Wall Breaking: Shockingly, strength-based characters are have even more options here than dex-based characters do, as while dex-based characters can only pick locks, str-based characters can pick open walls by smashing them with a maul or ram. Proficiency with Mason's Tools will actually let your attacks deal double-damage to walls, and having an adamantine weapon (note: these appear in xanathar's) lets you critically hit against objects, on top of the doubled damage.
Being able to smash through walls can be exceptionally useful in prison breaks, dungeon crawls, and heists, but remember that walls aren't the only things you can smash. Floors are a great way to get down to the next level, and smashing open the hulls of ships is an excellent way to sink them.
Smashing walls can also be useful in battle, as it can give your ranged party members a place to take cover during combat.
Stealing: Maybe it shouldn't be much of a surprise that rogues are excellent at stealing things. Hell, that's a major part of their MO. However, I think stealing often gets a bad rap in 5e because how the dumbest of murderhobos use it:
Namely, attempting to steal large, conspicuous objects from extremely dangerous NPCs while said NPC is paying direct attention to them, after making it clear they're with the rest of the party
Don't do that. It's beyond idiotic
Instead, the best creatures to steal from are ones that aren't particularly strong or important, and have valuables that are actually easy to extract and conceal. Creatures that are already hostile to the party and have money, but that you wouldn't necessarily murder in broad daylight like nobles are also excellent examples
remember also that forgery kits can hep with this, particularly if you have a disguise kit to back it up and protect your identity. Being able to replicate a rich person's signiture and signet ring will allow you to scribe Writs of Credit in your unwitting patron's name (note: writs of credit were what people used before checkbooks)
Tools: Many player forget that tools like chef's utensils or artisan's kits have many uses, which are noted in Xanathar's Guide to Everything. Each of those entries includes checks that tool proficiencies grant advantage on, as well as an explicit use for the tool (e.g. chef's utensils grant creatures additional healing during a long rest) and certain DCs for things you can do with those tools (e.g. improvising an item with tinker's tools)
One particularly useful thing to do which might not be obvious at first glance is to use tinker's tools or smith's tools for repairing objects, as most players will fight a large organization of humanoid NPCs at some point in the game, and many DMs will rule that their equipment is in poor repair when they realize how much money you can make from selling all their swords, bows and armor
Another useful think to keep in mind is that while there are no explicit rules for this, most DMs will be generous with allowing you to harvest parts from beasts, monstrosities, dragons, and other creatures using leatherworker's tools and survival, and let you craft objects from them or pass them off to an NPC to craft items for you.
Identifying Magic Items: Thought this was a wizard's job? Think again. Any creature can identify a magic item as part of a short rest, as noted in the Dungeon Masters Guide page 136. A potion can also be identified just by sticking your finger in and tasting it. This is admittedly slower that the Identify spell, but you don't need a 100gp pearl, or a wizard to do it
Crafting Potions of Healing: Fun fact, you don't need magic to craft a potion of healing, and it only takes 8 hours per potion. an Elf can easily make one potion every rest they get a late start to the day, and another character can easily brew them on the road as well. Herbalism proficiency is needed to do this, but no checks are involved. If you're on the road, you can still brew them while camping, or even on the road if you and your party have a wagon to carry things in. Additionally, many dms will let you forage for ingredients using herbalism, nature, or survival checks, removing the cost of crafting these potions altogether
Using Nonmagical Items: Yesterday I shared
THIS, as some tips and tricks for creation Bard, but as some people pointed out, creating these tricks might be suspect. That said, what isn't suspect is purchasing these item from the store, and either carrying them yourself, or buying a mule to carry them for you (note: a mule has a carrying capacity of 420 (blaze it) pounds and costs 8 gp). I mentioned some equipment before, but here are some others I like:
- Magnifying Glasses: These are great. Not only can you use them for investigation, but the PHB gives the example of using them to find the weak point in a tunnel to collapse it. That's pretty damn nifty
- Rope: You can never have enough rope. This stuff is useful for climbing, tying people up, making bridges., carrying allies, holding things together and so on.
- 10 foot pole: Do you have Polearm Master but your DM gave you a magic sword? Tie it securely to a pole and cover the joint with molten tar to hold it fast. Now you have a magic glaive.
- Manacles: I like these better for restraining people than ropes becuase they're more reliable and harder to escape. Plus, they're fairly inexpensive
- Ladder: Don't forget these are a thing that exists. They can be great for scaling walls
- Mule: As a I said, these are super cheap and great for carrying things. They even make an excellent and easily replacable mount for small players. Note that you should be using a mount to get AWAY from enemies, not to get closer to them. If you use a mount right, they're basically a free dash or disengage action combined with a movement speed boost
- Flour: extremely cheap and extremely flammable. When just a little bit is in the air, flour is actually more explosive than gunpowder (at least according to google). It's a great way to commit arson, and can be very useful in combat if combined with an ally's fire magic
- Oil: oil is dirt cheap at 1sp per pint. a single bucket can carry 2.4 gp worth of the stuff (26 lb.) which can fill a 20-foot-by-30 foot area with slippery, highly flammable liquid. Once again, great for arson and fire spells. Also useful for making traps
- Ball Bearings: Only slightly more expensive, 64gp worth of ball bearings can fill a 40x40 area, turning it into difficult terrain
- Caltrops: same deal as ball bearings, only it would be a 20x20 area
TLDR: My art teacher lied and mislead my year about art deadlines which lead to a lot of my work being left unfinished and my grade being brought down.
Today my art teacher gave me back my mark for art (AQA) which ended up being 344 which looking online seems to be just barely a 7. I'm pretty worried that my grade might be brought down when it's marked by actual examiners and I'm not too happy about getting a 7 anyway considering how hard I worked (I was aiming for an 8)
In year 10 I was sick a lot so I missed a good chunk if work for art and most other subjects which I had to catch up on. Our year 10 teacher then left and we got a new teacher who gave us almost no direction. The year 10 one was telling us what to do for everything so it was a bit of a shock to my class when suddenly we had a new person and we're being told almost nothing about how to improve our work or how to get a better grade even if we asked. She also gave us very tight deadlines and expected us to complete a lot of work outside of class (e.g. completing 3 artist research pages in 2h).
Anyway the exam comes around and our teacher tells us that we have until the exam to complete our last project and that the other three can be worked on after the exam. I just about finish the last one for the exam and plan to finish the rest at home and at school in lesson. Close to the exam my teacher then tells us that we can only complete work at school from now on because she had to mark books, she had never mentioned this before. We have 2h of finishing art on our year 10 and first year 11 projects. I asked my teacher if I could take my work home to finish which she said no to despite not warning us that we wouldn't be able to do this. She asks people who have finished all their work to write their name on a sheet so she knows who's done and says that the rest of us will be able to finish work in the next lessons (she didn't give us a deadline). The next lesson she turns around and says out of nowhere that we can no longer work on our books at all because they all have to be marked.
I'm pretty annoyed considering that I feel like I could've got a higher grade if I either had more time or she'd told us about the deadline. If she'd told us then I would've made sure that everything was done.
Is there anything I can do?
I am doing a reread of the story right now and I'm shocked about how much I had forgotten. E.g. how religion was introduced into the story. I remembered Pawn talking to Erin and her explaining to him a rather chaotic rundown of Christianity. That's also what I got, except Halrac was also there making comments like wondering why it's said that gods are dead and that a living god is an interesting concept - and he seemed to grasp it. As did quite a few characters. Now from the later chapters I remember, especially before the Solstice that you had to be some uber high level to even get the concept. (I think Azzy was especially proud because he could say it)
Is there something I've missed like anti-memetic protections popping up after the deadlands arc, or are there some real continuity issues here?
Apart from that there are some continuity issues, but none so far I consider glaring (e.g. who cares when Garia ate her first fries and by whom they were made)
Has anybody done a list of all the issues so far & proposed solutions for one's head canon?