reverse_psychomancy

Anisa

None of their parents were married, and they all bred with eachother.

Initially, it appeared as if none of them cared, but upon further probing it appeared a deliberate strategy. It was about the extent of Reimond’s planning. Formally, rule as a monarchy, but informally act as an oligarchy, and distribute your progeny as a ruling caste across the country, in the hope this would foster both unity and independence.

They weren’t stupid. They had been clever enough to permanently remove the lichdragon; and, given the sudden appearance of a power vaccuum, they were certainly deserving of their ascendance. Some of their choices as to who should get what territory and when may have been questionable, or unnecessary, they weren’t thoughtless.

Relevant connections went as such: Agarma, Quincy and Samantha were the children of Reimond and Carline. Anisa (I) and Hendrik are children of Reimond and Red Talon. Lionel was Carline and Jack, Calhoun was Victor and Phi, Four was Reimond and Harvana…

Well. The scope crept and the head spun.

She’d spent a day, once, charting it out, determining likely days of conception and how it corresponded with the policy that was discussed at that time. There was most often no apparent correlation. John had called it a waste of time, and she had had a hard time disagreeing.

Incest could lead to physical deformities and mental retardation. That much was known. Yet, if anything, they encouraged it.

Samantha had theorized they deliberately wanted to wipe out their own bloodlines, but delay it for the future when an oligarchy would no longer be necessary. Samantha thought they were being stupid, because an oligarchy would always be necessary, and it would take a very long time for the plan to bear fruit, if ever. But, she nonetheless attributed stupidity to them, and proclaimed she would produce a bloodline which would last forever, with someone who wasn’t a sibling, a half sibling, or part of the wider ‘family’. Simply out of spite.

That had been eye-opening. Though her march of thought had been abstruse as ever, she arrived at a conclusion which appeared on its face, positive.

And so…