Twilight Mirage 57: The Siege of the Lineage Brighton Pt. 1
Friends at the Table
Friends at the Table
4.9 • 2.2K Ratings
🗓️ 22 June 2018
⏱️ 122 minutes
🧾️ Download transcript
Summary
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
Cover Art by Craig Sheldon (@shoddyrobot)
Music by Jack de Quidt (@notquitereal)
Description by Austin Walker
A transcription is available for this episode here.
A full list of completed transcriptions is available here. Our transcriptions are provided by a fan-organized paid transcription project. If you'd like to join, you can get more information at https://twitter.com/transcript_fatt. Thank you to all of our transcribers!!
Transcript
Click on a timestamp to play from that location
| 0:00.0 | An excerpt from the Journal of Kent Brighton, |
| 0:06.1 | Sion of the finest lineage of the rogue wave. |
| 0:10.1 | When I was but a boy, I spent summers on the brigand teen of my favorite aunt, Matild. |
| 0:18.1 | 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. |
| 0:28.1 | By night my time was split between my passion, poetry of course, and the drinking games the crew swore were key to my development |
| 0:37.4 | as a would-be captain. |
| 0:39.4 | As you might imagine, all of these pursuits were dangerous, but none were as treacherous as the sea itself. |
| 0:45.0 | It is as my aunt always said, the moons control the tides, but as the water which bruises. |
| 0:52.0 | Which is why I must admit fair journal that this last month of battle on sea and in ether has been trying. |
| 1:00.0 | It hasn't been the machines of war that our foes bring forth. In fact, their drill boats and crankbates, their impossible canonade technique, and their so-called spear gun, however fierce are more interesting than terrifying. |
| 1:15.0 | Nor have the politics fatigued me. |
| 1:17.3 | The arrival of this so-called prophet has given the Herringbone flotilla and their allies |
| 1:21.8 | and advent and opening to attack us. |
| 1:25.1 | But as the diplomatic seas shift in the breeze, we brightens or poised to expand our |
| 1:29.9 | influence into new ports. |
| 1:32.1 | No, it is the sea itself, the water here on planet, the dense |
| 1:38.6 | 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, |
| 1:50.0 | but the waters of Brighton and the clouds of the Mirage move in ways unpredictable. |
| 1:56.7 | There is no constellation to follow. |
| 1:59.4 | The tides now move not at the whims of gravity, but of some unknown will. How could anyone explore |
| 2:06.6 | this alone? And this, dearest Journal of mine, is why I am grateful for friends like the notion for echo |
| 2:15.6 | reverie for even gardener for gig capheart These are my guiding stars, my most reliable navigators, and my solid anchors, |
... |
Please login to see the full transcript.
Disclaimer: The podcast and artwork embedded on this page are from Friends at the Table, and are the property of its owner and not affiliated with or endorsed by Tapesearch.
Generated transcripts are the property of Friends at the Table and are distributed freely under the Fair Use doctrine. Transcripts generated by Tapesearch are not guaranteed to be accurate.
Copyright © Tapesearch 2026.