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StrikerEZ posted a topic in Sanderson EliminationMR62: In The Shadow of Ash Creston was not the smallest village this side of Mount Kalling, though perhaps the most remote. Varloux had grown used to the seclusion. Creston was nestled deep within the northern forest and it huddled under the gaze of the ashmount. A young village building itself up in a remote location. In spite of its natural barriers to growth, Creston was growing more and more every year. Varloux wouldn't complain about the influx of residents. As far as he was concerned, that part was just good for business. A tavern keeper had to make a living somehow! "I bet yer having a grand time, yeh?" Old Ged said. Varloux just kept his mouth shut and head down while he poured another drink. Hopefully Ged's last for the night. While Ged had been coming to Varloux's inn longer than Varloux had owned it, probably longer than Varloux had even been alive, the man would drink him dry if given the opportunity. Varloux tried his best to limit Ged's consumption. Everyone did. The whole town knew about Ged's drinking problem and was very fastidious about keeping him sober. Well, as sober as possible. "Yeah," Mern said, "everyone's fleeing and running and scattering, what with that latest skaa rebellion, The Lord Ruler curse those fools, Varloux should be making quite the living." Varloux didn't get the chance to rebuke before Trennis, Mern's husband, spoke up. "For what it's worth, I heard the rebellion got crushed pretty strongly." "Not if the latest news from Luthadel is worth anything," Mern said. Varloux perked up at that. As discretely as he could of course while he poured more drinks for the rest of the table. "Mern, you know as well as I do-" "No, let your lady speak, I say," Ged said. Even at the ripe old age of 64, Ged still liked gossip more than the average skaa woman. "My sister from Urteau managed to sneak her way over here. She says that everything is falling apart. There were riots from other skaa in the whole city. There was talk of the Survivor. Of the Pits. Of the Lord Ruler's death!" Every word was louder than the last. Varloux glanced around nervously as other patrons heard what Mern said. Maybe it was time to steer the conversation away from such topics. Best to keep his guests happy. The alcohol (and money) flowed better that way. "Mern, you know that's just rumors. You of all people should know better than that," Varloux said. Perhaps his first words of the night. He couldn't remember. "You mean to say that I shouldn't trust the words of my own sister?" "Well, I didn't say that-" "How dare you insult my wife like that!" Trennis seemed to be growing redder by the second. "I would never," Varloux said, backing ever-so-slightly away from the table. "I was just making a suggestion. We don't want to cause panic. I am sure everything will turn out okay." Varloux didn't wait to see if his platitudes would calm their nerves. He simply walked away. Sometimes he wondered how he managed to keep his cool around people. Especially with his secret. ~ Wandwy did not particularly like hiding. Her years of training as a Terris steward had prepared her for a life where she would be ever-present, yet out of the way. Comfortably seen and noticed, but never brushed aside or hidden away like a common skaa servant. Her training a Keeper, one of the few living feruchemists of his time, however, had been...difficult, to say the least. But at least she only had to hide one aspect of herself. The most dangerous one. That was simply basic self-preservation. Being forced to hide away in the attic of an inn while her only encounter with the outside world came from her benefactor bringing her food was not ideal. Yes, she did have a large collection of books to read. And the attic was quite spacious for, well, an attic. And the bed was quite comfy. And the stout innkeeper (Venlen? Varlen? Veloux? She could hardly remember) had even brought up his finest bed for her. That was only to be expected, of course. Unfortunately, none of these accommodations befitted one of her station. It was downright indecency. Recent situations, however, had proven these precautions necessary. Wandwy tried to return to her reading. This was a long-lost copy of Tomen's Building an Empire, a relatively thorough accounting of the founding of the Final Empire. Her current task was to memorize and add it to her collection of copperminds. Despite the exciting nature of the book's contents, it was quite a boring read. Though what else was she supposed to do while hiding away to protect her life? Unfortunately, she once again lost track of where she was on the page she had been memorizing. Curse those stupid Inquisitors. How was she supposed to focus if images came unbidden to her? Flashes of horrible brutality. Of monstrous creatures, spikes driven through their eyes. Was she not supposed to have extreme control over her emotions? Over her thoughts and memories? She briefly considered storing away those memories. Hiding away the terrible images of the slaughter and blood and gore and the destruction of Tathingdwen. Her home. Wandwy shook her head. As far as she knew, the rest of the order of Keepers was dead. The least she could do was keep a true memory of them. And hide. And wait. Praying to whichever gods she could think of that she would survive. With a newfound sense of urgency, and a desire to forget her situation, she returned to her reading. Surely she had finally lost the trail of the Inquisitors now, right? ~ In the deep of the night, a man and woman ran for their lives. The roots of the trees, the leaves scattered beneath their feet, and the bumps of the ground strove to trip them. To bring them down to the earth, to whence they came. Death itself chased them. Further and further into the darkness of the forest. One step. Two. Three. Trip. The Inquisitor was upon them in moments. Blood and screams. Screams from the victim. Screams from the witness. Screams from the Inquisitor. Screams of death and fear and joy. The joy of killing and death and destruction. Ruin had arrived. And with it, his first pawn. Welcome to MR62: In The Shadow of Ash! I so am excited to run my first game in almost a year or so. I think LG83 was my last game, so it feels good to be back! My IM for this game will be @Devotary of Spontaneity, who you can reach out to if you have any concerns about the game or if there's any problems that come up between players. As always, I will be posting the rules into the thread itself, but no promises on the quality of the formatting. I would highly recommend reading the rules here, where the formatting is all nice and pretty! (Plus the rules doc will likely be updated as needed more often than this post) Signups will end on February 20th at 10 pm CST. The game itself will start as soon as I can get the post ready and all the PMs sent out. Rollover should take anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour each time. If anyone wants to co-GM this game, that would be greatly appreciated! I don't mind if this is your first time co-GMing or your 50th time! Any help would be greatly appreciated, and I'm more than willing to help give back to new GMs by helping them co-GM for the first time. If you are interested in co-GMing, please send me a PM on the Shard or DM me on Discord. I'll get to a Discord DM much faster, so just keep that in mind. Anyway, enough chit chat, here's the stuff you actually care about! Rules: Rule Clarifications: Participants: Quick Links: I'm sure this game is a breath of fresh air after the current LG. At least the rules are. Perhaps not the story....