Twilight Mirage 57: The Siege of the Lineage Brighton Pt. 1

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In the year that followed the Miracle, the Brighton Lineage leveraged their skill as diplomats (and their resort-quality holdings) to gain favor with factions throughout the Mirage. So succesful were they that they became the de jure rulers of the Rogue Wave, supported not by a fleet of their own, but through a collection of treaties to the military powers of the Quire system. But with the arrival of Our Profit, the creation of Parhelia, and the revelation of the Rapid Evening, the system has been thrown into disaray, and the Brightons have been left without their external support. 

Smelling blood in the water--and spurred on by the relic-hunters of Advent--the Herringbone Flotilla, former leaders of the Rogue Wave, have finally struck. It is the first extended battle of the Post-Miracle Mirage, a war without guns, yet filled with bloodshed.

Over the last month, Even Gardner, Echo Reverie, and Gig Kephart have helped the Brightons in keeping civilians safe from harm. They've also uncovered the real reason for Advent's involvement here: They seek some object that would let them to capture the Wandering Sea, a powerful being that would grant Advent the ability to see into the future.

Now: Even Gardner, Gig Kephart, and Kent Brighton have located and secured this mysterious object, locked away in a crate. And as they prepare to extract it under enemy fire, Echo Reverie faces down a challenge of their own: Family Dinner.

This week on Twilight Mirage: The Siege of the Lineage Brighton Pt. 1

Roots run deep, family throw a big shadow

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A excerpt from the journal of Kent Brighton, scion of the finest lineage of the Rogue Wave.

When I was a boy I spent summers on the brigantine of my favourite aunt, Mathilde. By day I learned how to mind the cool touch of the ship’s inversion engine, and how to turn away brigands and thieves with a blade. By night, my time was split between my passion, poetry of course, and the drinking games the crew swore were key to my development as a would-be Captain. As you might imagine, all of these pursuits were dangerous, but none were as treacherous as the sea itself. It is as my aunt always said; the Moons control the tides, but it is the water, which bruises.

Which is why I must admit, fair journal, that this last month of battle in sea and in ether has been trying. It hasn’t been the machines of war that our foes bring forth - in fact, their drill-boats and crank baits, their impossible cannonade technique, and their so called ‘spear gun’, however fierce, are more interesting than terrifying. Nor have the politics fatigued me; the arrival of this so-called Profit has given the Herringbone Flotilla and their allies in Advent an opening to attack us, but, as the diplomatic seas shifted in the breeze, we Brightons are poised to expand our influence, into new ports.

No, it is the sea itself, the water here on planet, the dense fogs above, which drains me so. I can predict the tacking of an enemy vessel, I can anticipate the burying of adverse obligations in the footnotes of a treaty, but the waters of Brighton, and the clouds of the Mirage move in ways unpredictable. There is no constellation to follow; the tides now move, not at the whims of gravity, but of some unknown will. How could anyone explore this alone?

And this, dearest journal of mine, is why I am grateful, for friends like The Notion. For Echo Reverie. For Even Gardner. For Gig Kep-hart. These, are my guiding stars. My most reliable navigators. And my solid anchors. Those who have kept me, from drifting away.

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