“It’s amazing how little it is to connote a saint in Wapadi tradition. Simply learn how to project a little ectoplasmic (warm hue variant) halo and the Dear Consumer knows you are good and holy. Even if you’re merely a hedgefund wizard, not even a beeromancer.” – the Apocrypha of Saint Fox 2:16
In a city of angels, each angel forever bears a fragile, wonderful biome for ever with them in their suit. Safe, protected, pure and inviolate, never changed by admixture or dilution. The angels speak in pulses of high-frequency radio waves repeating to each other how terrific and tremendous and hugely complex their internal environments are.
Far Future Ulrich came into sight of the cities of Wasteland and Warlords. It’s cargo of hieratic antiquities from the age of the Mock Turtle would purchase enough soulmill credit to appease the Lords of the Light to return Jitana after she was slain in the metalmeater ambush at Vault of Creation 723:2.