The Book of Knots - Jags
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marble floors, and if one follows those channels they come to the very<br />
heart <strong>of</strong> her domain.<br />
At the center is a vast, white-water whirlpool—a thundering vortex that<br />
makes the sound <strong>of</strong> wailing. <strong>The</strong> whirlpool can be viewed from higharched<br />
glass doors and several verandas that look down into its raging<br />
waters. Mists rise up into the sky, a vast dull-white cloud.<br />
Operations<br />
She is the architect <strong>of</strong> some <strong>of</strong> the most aggressively sadistic elements<br />
<strong>of</strong> the Army <strong>of</strong> No. <strong>The</strong>se were not all her ideas; she collected them<br />
from other imaginative and inventive Caretakers. <strong>The</strong> thought <strong>of</strong> what<br />
she’s doing pains her greatly, but given what humankind has done to her<br />
there’s really no other choice.<br />
She, unlike many <strong>of</strong> the other caretakers, also pursues operations<br />
concerning specific humans. She has her agents (Waifs, amongst others)<br />
searching the higher chessboards looking for people <strong>of</strong> interest. Her<br />
“charity work” involves rewarding the virtuous and punishing the<br />
deserving—although she has found (to her infinite dismay) that if she<br />
watches long enough almost everyone is deserving.<br />
Dramas<br />
<strong>The</strong> Clear Widow is a creature <strong>of</strong> her dramas – her life is all drama and<br />
she revels in it. Her domain is a vast graveyard <strong>of</strong> her victims: thousands<br />
(tens <strong>of</strong> thousands?) murdered by her or driven to suicide (or worse).<br />
She opens the game by giving <strong>of</strong> herself—helping some poor soul at<br />
great cost to her own well being (after all, she is in mourning – even<br />
getting out <strong>of</strong> bed in the morning is an impossible feat). <strong>The</strong> game<br />
continues as she works the subject further and further into her debt, all<br />
the while acting as a wise and kind benefactor.<br />
She adopts orphans. She befriends the bereft. She gives succor to the<br />
miserable and a helping hand to the humbled. She gives and gives and<br />
gives (usually in ways carefully crafted to ensure that the subject will<br />
still need more). And what she asks in return is friendship: “Come and<br />
sit with me and let a sad, sad woman tell you her tale. Let me reminisce<br />
about my dead lover. Visit me—for in my misery, the ones I had truly<br />
thought were my friends have abandoned me.”<br />
And over time, the demands become greater and greater, always in<br />
accordance with what she has given. Soon, the subject is in her orbit and<br />
in her control. To leave—to disengage—is to draw her wrath, and so she<br />
takes and takes, requiring ever more to fill her emptiness.<br />
And then one day, her new friend has nothing more to give and she finds<br />
an urn, or a cabinet, or a plot <strong>of</strong> land for him, and she has one last thing:<br />
another story; another wound. Another tale <strong>of</strong> woe to spin for the next<br />
guest who comes to her domain.<br />
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