A Brand New Night (FNM S2)

[Mags she/they]

In the center of Teth's skyline rises The Green Opal, it's largest and only tavern. Two stories tall, and leaking yellow lantern light into the purple dusk, it's the most opulent building in town. Teth itself was a dull farmers town, quiet and muddy, but it sat on age old trading routes. The Green Opal was a major stop for travelers, merchants and anyone in-between.

That night was a loud one. The upheaval of the empire meant people were moving, their reasons their own. Travelers needed a place to stay, and The Green Opal's rooms never ran out.

The doors were wide open, despite the late hour, and greeters stood at the entrance, guiding the throng inside. Passing through the threshold was like entering a dream. One left behind the grim night of a falling empire and entered a light-soaked heaven of good drinks and silk beds.

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August nervously tapped on of his gloved fingers on the polished wooden table.

"Are you sure about this place June? I don't like how public it is ..."

"This is the best place I could think of," June said, annoyed. He'd explained it several times but the old man was unrelenting. August sat on one side of their claimed circular table, legs crossed. June had thrown his coat over a chair opposite him, but hadn't sat down yet. He didn't feel like sitting.

"I know you've been here before, but that doesn't mean it's trustworthy ... and we just found out it has a new owner since the last time you were here. Whoever they are, they might recognize us, which is the opposite of what we want."

They'd both attempted to adopt disguises, but lack of skill and resources meant it was only so effective. After being chased out of Marnie's inn, they'd raided August's old mansion in Jouken to retrieve a good portion of his money and some new clothes. They were hoping being dressed like lords would throw off any potential pursuers, who thought they were looking for homeless vagabonds. August had started growing a beard, something June had never seen him do before. He kept it neatly trimmed, but he looked strikingly older with it. Like an actual man in his thirties, instead of a man in his thirties with big eyes and a babyface.

June had decided to chop his hair, now it sat against his neck around chin length. He'd never had it this short. The Emperor had always said half a musician's success was a good image, and that had apparently meant long silky hair. June found he preferred it shorter, he felt lighter without it.

"I'm sure the new owner is just some old rich guy making a new business investment." June said, waving his hand. "We probably won't even meet him, we're only staying one night and this place is massive."

"An 'old rich guy' is the last sort of person I'd trust to run a safe inn." His companion said, clearly not convinced.

"Aren't you an old rich guy, August?" June grinned.

"One learns best by doing," August retorted, not returning the smile and instead taking a drink out of his wine glass.

June rolled his eyes, "I've been here several times in the past with diplomats Father wanted me to entertain, and we were always left to our business. It'll be fine. Plus, it'll be easy for your friends to find."

That was the point of all of this--August had a few old war friends he wanted to discuss the recent events with. They were going to decide what to do. A vague task, but it was just a place to start.

June was there because July had asked him to be ... though June deeply regretted not leaving the empire with his twin when he'd had the chance. Now he was stuck here with August of all people. Because he'd made promises and he was supposed to be working on actually keeping those.

"You said it was the only place you could think of," August said under his breath, as if consoling himself.

"Yes," June said finally swinging into his chair, "And you're old hidey hole got sacked, so this is the best we've got."

August took another drink of his wine, a sour look on his face. 

A moment of silence passed, laced with the comfortable tension that had sat between them for years now. 

August set his drink down and sighed, seeming to give up on any possibility of changing locations. "My friends will be here in the morning, so we just need to wait out the night."

"Fantastic!" June said with another grin because he knew it was annoying, "In the meantime, you can try the food. They have one of the best steaks in Worru."

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Heyyyy guyssss

I have no concept of the passage of time and it's been FIVE??? MONTHS??? HOW LONG AGO WAS MARCH??? I don't remember. In all seriousness if anyone has changed their mind or completely forgot about this and no longer want to participate that's completely fine, it's totally my fault for disappearing into the void after promising an RP.

I'm a lady I've my word tho, so I'm here, just very very very late 

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IM ACTUALLY SO SORRY AKLJ:SLDKFJ: LSKDFJ LDSFK T-T PLEASE ACCEPT MY HUMBLEST APOLOGIES KJS:DLKFJ:SDKFJ LSKDFJ PLEASE DONT BE MAD AAKAAKUGHHGHGHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I LOVE YOU GUYS AKSKDFJKSJDF K T-T 

List of signed up folks and their characters (everyone's full character sheet are located this thread

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Bird Furious: Beetle

Weirdo: Einar

Through the Living glass: Niamh

THE DEMON: Silas “Dead-eye” James

Spark of Hope: Jolane, April

Argenti: Khoi

Echo74: Tree

SpiritofWrath: Kane

Twinstorm: Eanmund Tavar

IcedOutPenguin: Sir Johnathan

Exotic Almond: May

Davey: Yeral Narm

TinWatcher: William Lancaster

BlueWildRye: Rye

Summary of lore and S1 for folks who need a refresher:

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The Worru empire is in chaos. Just a few weeks ago, during a trial held at the palace, the emperor was murdered. Three main contenders remain to fight for the throne: February from the north, January in the middlelands, and October in the south. 

Before his death, the emperor disowned his own children, dissatisfied with their potential as heirs. Instead he adopted individuals collected from across the land, whether for their deeds, talents, or abilities. He believed that they could lead his empire into an eternal era of prosperity, and to represent this hope he named them after the months of the year. Some chose their place, and acted as powerful warlords. Others were taken and held against their will.

Now that the emperor is dead, three contend to take his place, and the others have run, gone into hiding, or completely disappeared.

The capital of Jouken, where the murder took place, is now under January’s control. He seeks to take out as many other months as possible, validating his claim to the throne.

Having murdered the emperor with his own hands, June is now facing the terrible consequences of his actions. He travels with August, despite how much he dislikes him, because of a promise made to his twin brother July. August plans to meet with some of his old war friends to discuss the conflict. He’d fought against the empire long ago, before being captured and forced to become one of the emperor's heirs.

The duo are waiting at an fairly nice tavern in Teth, a smaller city just outside the empire's massive capital of Jouken. It’s quiet enough that they can avoid the attention of January’s army, and regroup. Hopefully here they can discuss with friends and allies their next move.

In Truehearth, a large city just outside the Worru empire, waits Jolane, a friend the months made during their travels, as well as September and July, who have travelled ahead of the others in pursuit of safety. August and June plan will include meeting up with them, but first they have to escape the empire.

(Unfortunately all the months are established characters, whether involved in the current plot or not. If you’re super set on playing one, we might be able to work something out, but you’ll have a lot less freedom for character creation for the sake of story continuity).

On top of the chaos in Worru, rumors of a civil war in Shennai have made their way across the ocean, and advanced weapons of war developed over there have started to seep into the empire. 

(Shennai was created by Wyrm, but is currently being controlled by Spark. If you want to play a character from Shennai, or that has Shennai weapons (firearms) ask her).

Maps:

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Close up of the current area (we're starting in Teth):

World Map (to hopefully give context to the lore):

 

@Through The Living Glass @Bird Furious @Wierdo @THE DEMON @Spark of Hope @Argenti @echo74 @SpiritOfWrath @TwinStorm @IcedOutPenguin @Exotic Almond @DAVEY @Tinwatcher @BlueWildRye

Edited September 17, 2025 by Mag

[Through the Living Hope]

5 hours ago, Mags said:

In the center of Teth's skyline rises The Green Opal, it's largest and only tavern. Two stories tall, and leaking yellow lantern light into the purple dusk, it's the most opulent building in town. Teth itself was a dull farmers town, quiet and muddy, but it sat on age old trading routes. The Green Opal was a major stop for travelers, merchants and anyone in-between.

That night was a loud one. The upheaval of the empire meant people were moving, their reasons their own. Travelers needed a place to stay, and The Green Opal's rooms never ran out.

The doors were wide open, despite the late hour, and greeters stood at the entrance, guiding the throng inside. Passing through the threshold was like entering a dream. One left behind the grim night of a falling empire and entered a light-soaked heaven of good drinks and silk beds.

--------------------

August nervously tapped on of his gloved fingers on the polished wooden table.

"Are you sure about this place June? I don't like how public it is ..."

"This is the best place I could think of," June said, annoyed. He'd explained it several times but the old man was unrelenting. August sat on one side of their claimed circular table, legs crossed. June had thrown his coat over a chair opposite him, but hadn't sat down yet. He didn't feel like sitting.

"I know you've been here before, but that doesn't mean it's trustworthy ... and we just found out it has a new owner since the last time you were here. Whoever they are, they might recognize us, which is the opposite of what we want."

They'd both attempted to adopt disguises, but lack of skill and resources meant it was only so effective. After being chased out of Marnie's inn, they'd raided August's old mansion in Jouken to retrieve a good portion of his money and some new clothes. They were hoping being dressed like lords would throw off any potential pursuers, who thought they were looking for homeless vagabonds. August had started growing a beard, something June had never seen him do before. He kept it neatly trimmed, but he looked strikingly older with it. Like an actual man in his thirties, instead of a man in his thirties with big eyes and a babyface.

June had decided to chop his hair, now it sat against his neck around chin length. He'd never had it this short. The Emperor had always said half a musician's success was a good image, and that had apparently meant long silky hair. June found he preferred it shorter, he felt lighter without it.

"I'm sure the new owner is just some old rich guy making a new business investment." June said, waving his hand. "We probably won't even meet him, we're only staying one night and this place is massive."

"An 'old rich guy' is the last sort of person I'd trust to run a safe inn." His companion said, clearly not convinced.

"Aren't you an old rich guy, August?" June grinned.

"One learns best by doing," August retorted, not returning the smile and instead taking a drink out of his wine glass.

June rolled his eyes, "I've been here several times in the past with diplomats Father wanted me to entertain, and we were always left to our business. It'll be fine. Plus, it'll be easy for your friends to find."

That was the point of all of this--August had a few old war friends he wanted to discuss the recent events with. They were going to decide what to do. A vague task, but it was just a place to start.

June was there because July had asked him to be ... though June deeply regretted not leaving the empire with his twin when he'd had the chance. Now he was stuck here with August of all people. Because he'd made promises and he was supposed to be working on actually keeping those.

"You said it was the only place you could think of," August said under his breath, as if consoling himself.

"Yes," June said finally swinging into his chair, "And you're old hidey hole got sacked, so this is the best we've got."

August took another drink of his wine, a sour look on his face. 

A moment of silence passed, laced with the comfortable tension that had sat between them for years now. 

August set his drink down and sighed, seeming to give up on any possibility of changing locations. "My friends will be here in the morning, so we just need to wait out the night."

"Fantastic!" June said with another grin because he knew it was annoying, "In the meantime, you can try the food. They have one of the best steaks in Worru."

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@Through The Living Glass @Bird Furious @Wierdo @THE DEMON @Spark of Hope @Argenti @echo74 @SpiritOfWrath @TwinStorm @IcedOutPenguin @Exotic Almond @DAVEY @Tinwatcher @BlueWildRye

April sat silently next to August. She too had cut her calf length hair to her shoulder blades. Unbraided, she played with some of the tips of it. 

She had finally reunited with her family, met her siblings, but just as quickly she had to say goodbye. August had promised they would meet up with them in To’atani, but she had wanted them to stay. 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

6 hours ago, Mags said:

In the center of Teth's skyline rises The Green Opal, it's largest and only tavern. Two stories tall, and leaking yellow lantern light into the purple dusk, it's the most opulent building in town. Teth itself was a dull farmers town, quiet and muddy, but it sat on age old trading routes. The Green Opal was a major stop for travelers, merchants and anyone in-between.

That night was a loud one. The upheaval of the empire meant people were moving, their reasons their own. Travelers needed a place to stay, and The Green Opal's rooms never ran out.

The doors were wide open, despite the late hour, and greeters stood at the entrance, guiding the throng inside. Passing through the threshold was like entering a dream. One left behind the grim night of a falling empire and entered a light-soaked heaven of good drinks and silk beds.

--------------------

August nervously tapped on of his gloved fingers on the polished wooden table.

"Are you sure about this place June? I don't like how public it is ..."

"This is the best place I could think of," June said, annoyed. He'd explained it several times but the old man was unrelenting. August sat on one side of their claimed circular table, legs crossed. June had thrown his coat over a chair opposite him, but hadn't sat down yet. He didn't feel like sitting.

"I know you've been here before, but that doesn't mean it's trustworthy ... and we just found out it has a new owner since the last time you were here. Whoever they are, they might recognize us, which is the opposite of what we want."

They'd both attempted to adopt disguises, but lack of skill and resources meant it was only so effective. After being chased out of Marnie's inn, they'd raided August's old mansion in Jouken to retrieve a good portion of his money and some new clothes. They were hoping being dressed like lords would throw off any potential pursuers, who thought they were looking for homeless vagabonds. August had started growing a beard, something June had never seen him do before. He kept it neatly trimmed, but he looked strikingly older with it. Like an actual man in his thirties, instead of a man in his thirties with big eyes and a babyface.

June had decided to chop his hair, now it sat against his neck around chin length. He'd never had it this short. The Emperor had always said half a musician's success was a good image, and that had apparently meant long silky hair. June found he preferred it shorter, he felt lighter without it.

"I'm sure the new owner is just some old rich guy making a new business investment." June said, waving his hand. "We probably won't even meet him, we're only staying one night and this place is massive."

"An 'old rich guy' is the last sort of person I'd trust to run a safe inn." His companion said, clearly not convinced.

"Aren't you an old rich guy, August?" June grinned.

"One learns best by doing," August retorted, not returning the smile and instead taking a drink out of his wine glass.

June rolled his eyes, "I've been here several times in the past with diplomats Father wanted me to entertain, and we were always left to our business. It'll be fine. Plus, it'll be easy for your friends to find."

That was the point of all of this--August had a few old war friends he wanted to discuss the recent events with. They were going to decide what to do. A vague task, but it was just a place to start.

June was there because July had asked him to be ... though June deeply regretted not leaving the empire with his twin when he'd had the chance. Now he was stuck here with August of all people. Because he'd made promises and he was supposed to be working on actually keeping those.

"You said it was the only place you could think of," August said under his breath, as if consoling himself.

"Yes," June said finally swinging into his chair, "And you're old hidey hole got sacked, so this is the best we've got."

August took another drink of his wine, a sour look on his face. 

A moment of silence passed, laced with the comfortable tension that had sat between them for years now. 

August set his drink down and sighed, seeming to give up on any possibility of changing locations. "My friends will be here in the morning, so we just need to wait out the night."

"Fantastic!" June said with another grin because he knew it was annoying, "In the meantime, you can try the food. They have one of the best steaks in Worru."

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@Through The Living Glass @Bird Furious @Wierdo @THE DEMON @Spark of Hope @Argenti @echo74 @SpiritOfWrath @TwinStorm @IcedOutPenguin @Exotic Almond @DAVEY @Tinwatcher @BlueWildRye
 

Kane sat at the back of the room, holding aloft a mug. The mug was full, ale untouched in his deliberation.

He needed money.

[BlueWildRye he/him]

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I'm gonna wait for this to get a few more replies before Rye returns in his usual method

 

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

8 hours ago, Mags said:

In the center of Teth's skyline rises The Green Opal, it's largest and only tavern. Two stories tall, and leaking yellow lantern light into the purple dusk, it's the most opulent building in town. Teth itself was a dull farmers town, quiet and muddy, but it sat on age old trading routes. The Green Opal was a major stop for travelers, merchants and anyone in-between.

That night was a loud one. The upheaval of the empire meant people were moving, their reasons their own. Travelers needed a place to stay, and The Green Opal's rooms never ran out.

The doors were wide open, despite the late hour, and greeters stood at the entrance, guiding the throng inside. Passing through the threshold was like entering a dream. One left behind the grim night of a falling empire and entered a light-soaked heaven of good drinks and silk beds.

--------------------

August nervously tapped on of his gloved fingers on the polished wooden table.

"Are you sure about this place June? I don't like how public it is ..."

"This is the best place I could think of," June said, annoyed. He'd explained it several times but the old man was unrelenting. August sat on one side of their claimed circular table, legs crossed. June had thrown his coat over a chair opposite him, but hadn't sat down yet. He didn't feel like sitting.

"I know you've been here before, but that doesn't mean it's trustworthy ... and we just found out it has a new owner since the last time you were here. Whoever they are, they might recognize us, which is the opposite of what we want."

They'd both attempted to adopt disguises, but lack of skill and resources meant it was only so effective. After being chased out of Marnie's inn, they'd raided August's old mansion in Jouken to retrieve a good portion of his money and some new clothes. They were hoping being dressed like lords would throw off any potential pursuers, who thought they were looking for homeless vagabonds. August had started growing a beard, something June had never seen him do before. He kept it neatly trimmed, but he looked strikingly older with it. Like an actual man in his thirties, instead of a man in his thirties with big eyes and a babyface.

June had decided to chop his hair, now it sat against his neck around chin length. He'd never had it this short. The Emperor had always said half a musician's success was a good image, and that had apparently meant long silky hair. June found he preferred it shorter, he felt lighter without it.

"I'm sure the new owner is just some old rich guy making a new business investment." June said, waving his hand. "We probably won't even meet him, we're only staying one night and this place is massive."

"An 'old rich guy' is the last sort of person I'd trust to run a safe inn." His companion said, clearly not convinced.

"Aren't you an old rich guy, August?" June grinned.

"One learns best by doing," August retorted, not returning the smile and instead taking a drink out of his wine glass.

June rolled his eyes, "I've been here several times in the past with diplomats Father wanted me to entertain, and we were always left to our business. It'll be fine. Plus, it'll be easy for your friends to find."

That was the point of all of this--August had a few old war friends he wanted to discuss the recent events with. They were going to decide what to do. A vague task, but it was just a place to start.

June was there because July had asked him to be ... though June deeply regretted not leaving the empire with his twin when he'd had the chance. Now he was stuck here with August of all people. Because he'd made promises and he was supposed to be working on actually keeping those.

"You said it was the only place you could think of," August said under his breath, as if consoling himself.

"Yes," June said finally swinging into his chair, "And you're old hidey hole got sacked, so this is the best we've got."

August took another drink of his wine, a sour look on his face. 

A moment of silence passed, laced with the comfortable tension that had sat between them for years now. 

August set his drink down and sighed, seeming to give up on any possibility of changing locations. "My friends will be here in the morning, so we just need to wait out the night."

"Fantastic!" June said with another grin because he knew it was annoying, "In the meantime, you can try the food. They have one of the best steaks in Worru."

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Whats a good place to start?

 

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, IcedOutPenguin said:

 

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Could possibly be having an internal monologue in the tavern

 

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

17 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

 

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Okay

Johnny stood in his customary spot at the tavern, watching the crowd. He didn't drink anyway; it dulled his blade as much as his senses. 

He surveyed the crowd, looking for anyone who might be a troublemaker. He'd seen many fights caused by their type, and a quick intervention with his blade had stopped many more. 

He didn't notice anyone who would seem particularly untrustworthy or bad.

[Argenti he/him]

11 hours ago, Mags said:

In the center of Teth's skyline rises The Green Opal, it's largest and only tavern. Two stories tall, and leaking yellow lantern light into the purple dusk, it's the most opulent building in town. Teth itself was a dull farmers town, quiet and muddy, but it sat on age old trading routes. The Green Opal was a major stop for travelers, merchants and anyone in-between.

That night was a loud one. The upheaval of the empire meant people were moving, their reasons their own. Travelers needed a place to stay, and The Green Opal's rooms never ran out.

The doors were wide open, despite the late hour, and greeters stood at the entrance, guiding the throng inside. Passing through the threshold was like entering a dream. One left behind the grim night of a falling empire and entered a light-soaked heaven of good drinks and silk beds.

--------------------

August nervously tapped on of his gloved fingers on the polished wooden table.

"Are you sure about this place June? I don't like how public it is ..."

"This is the best place I could think of," June said, annoyed. He'd explained it several times but the old man was unrelenting. August sat on one side of their claimed circular table, legs crossed. June had thrown his coat over a chair opposite him, but hadn't sat down yet. He didn't feel like sitting.

"I know you've been here before, but that doesn't mean it's trustworthy ... and we just found out it has a new owner since the last time you were here. Whoever they are, they might recognize us, which is the opposite of what we want."

They'd both attempted to adopt disguises, but lack of skill and resources meant it was only so effective. After being chased out of Marnie's inn, they'd raided August's old mansion in Jouken to retrieve a good portion of his money and some new clothes. They were hoping being dressed like lords would throw off any potential pursuers, who thought they were looking for homeless vagabonds. August had started growing a beard, something June had never seen him do before. He kept it neatly trimmed, but he looked strikingly older with it. Like an actual man in his thirties, instead of a man in his thirties with big eyes and a babyface.

June had decided to chop his hair, now it sat against his neck around chin length. He'd never had it this short. The Emperor had always said half a musician's success was a good image, and that had apparently meant long silky hair. June found he preferred it shorter, he felt lighter without it.

"I'm sure the new owner is just some old rich guy making a new business investment." June said, waving his hand. "We probably won't even meet him, we're only staying one night and this place is massive."

"An 'old rich guy' is the last sort of person I'd trust to run a safe inn." His companion said, clearly not convinced.

"Aren't you an old rich guy, August?" June grinned.

"One learns best by doing," August retorted, not returning the smile and instead taking a drink out of his wine glass.

June rolled his eyes, "I've been here several times in the past with diplomats Father wanted me to entertain, and we were always left to our business. It'll be fine. Plus, it'll be easy for your friends to find."

That was the point of all of this--August had a few old war friends he wanted to discuss the recent events with. They were going to decide what to do. A vague task, but it was just a place to start.

June was there because July had asked him to be ... though June deeply regretted not leaving the empire with his twin when he'd had the chance. Now he was stuck here with August of all people. Because he'd made promises and he was supposed to be working on actually keeping those.

"You said it was the only place you could think of," August said under his breath, as if consoling himself.

"Yes," June said finally swinging into his chair, "And you're old hidey hole got sacked, so this is the best we've got."

August took another drink of his wine, a sour look on his face. 

A moment of silence passed, laced with the comfortable tension that had sat between them for years now. 

August set his drink down and sighed, seeming to give up on any possibility of changing locations. "My friends will be here in the morning, so we just need to wait out the night."

"Fantastic!" June said with another grin because he knew it was annoying, "In the meantime, you can try the food. They have one of the best steaks in Worru."

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Okay, if I remember right, @SpiritOfWrath @TwinStorm and @Wierdo, we were all traveling together, right? 

@SpiritOfWrath @TwinStorm  @Wierdo 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

2 hours ago, Argenti said:

@SpiritOfWrath @TwinStorm  @Wierdo 

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Oh crap

Was that right?

I remember nada other than my character

 

[Argenti he/him]

1 hour ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

 

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Remmeber that argument about the path?

 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

5 minutes ago, Argenti said:

 

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Oh!

Very very vaguely

Oh yeah

I do

still vaguely

 

[Argenti he/him]

9 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Kane sat at the back of the room, holding aloft a mug. The mug was full, ale untouched in his deliberation.

He needed money.

Khoi sat across the booth from him, blind eyes peering deep into Kane's "What is wrong, Kane?"

[BlueWildRye he/him]

A very, very drunk-looking man was lying face down in front of the hearth.

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

3 hours ago, Argenti said:

Khoi sat across the booth from him, blind eyes peering deep into Kane's "What is wrong, Kane?"

Kane fiddled with a dagger under his clothing. "I'm not sure. I don't like it here... I need supplies. Money."

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Can't remember what your character is.

 

[Through the Living Hope]

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For the duration of her inactivity, I will be playing Niamh in Glass's stead 

 

[Argenti he/him]

22 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Kane fiddled with a dagger under his clothing. "I'm not sure. I don't like it here... I need supplies. Money."

 

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Blind priest whose determined to make the world a better place.

"There is something strange here, I agree.. Eanmund? What do you think?"

@TwinStorm

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

On 9/18/2025 at 7:37 PM, Argenti said:

"There is something strange here, I agree.. Eanmund? What do you think?"

@TwinStorm

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I don’t think he’s returned…

Kane stared at the trio trying to look inconspicuous. “There’s something there. At least two of them knows something about disguise, but their third member is giving them away.”

Edited September 20, 2025 by SpiritOfWrath

[Mags she/they]

On 9/17/2025 at 8:02 AM, IcedOutPenguin said:

 

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Oh right! In case anyone doesn't remember, this is the vague plan:

I'm gonna give everyone time to introduce their characters and hopefully mingle a bit, get to know each other and that sort of thing. Once I think we've had a good introduction, I'm gonna throw in an inciting incident to hopefully start some action and plot. I have some vague plans, but won't try to direct things too strictly. 

On 9/17/2025 at 4:44 AM, Spark of Hope said:

April sat silently next to August. She too had cut her calf length hair to her shoulder blades. Unbraided, she played with some of the tips of it. 

She had finally reunited with her family, met her siblings, but just as quickly she had to say goodbye. August had promised they would meet up with them in To’atani, but she had wanted them to stay. 

"Don't look so glum, April," June said, trying to give a non-hostile smile. "The food here really is that good."

"I don't have much of an appetite myself," August said, looking at the ceiling.

Edited September 20, 2025 by Mags

[Through the Living Hope]

24 minutes ago, Mags said:

"Don't look so glum, April," June said, trying to give a non-hostile smile. "The food here really is that good."

"I don't have much of an appetite myself," August said, looking at the ceiling.

“Not hungry,” she muttered. 

[Mags she/they]

2 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

“Not hungry,” she muttered. 

"You guys are no fun," June said. He frowned at the table, picking at the grooves in the wood. Things would be better if July was here.

[Through the Living Hope]

7 minutes ago, Mags said:

"You guys are no fun," June said. He frowned at the table, picking at the grooves in the wood. Things would be better if July was here.

She looked a little upset hearing that, and reached for August’s hand under the table. 

[BlueWildRye he/him]

Rye shot up with a start, looking side to side to make sure that they weren't here yet. He sighed in relief. "This is great! I finally woke up before they arrived!" he exclaimed. Pushing himself to his feet, he wavered drunkenly. Who was hunting him, anyway? He couldn't remember, but it didn't matter much.

He just barely managed to jump into the fireplace and scramble up the chimney a little when the door to the tavern slammed open, and a group of guards with colorful plumed helmets strolled in, followed by a fat old man with silk robes and an abundance of jewelry. Ah, yes, the merchant! He's angry because I stopped selling him watches and the ones I sold him stopped working. Yes, well, I got some good money off of him, until I learned he was selling them off as his own.

"WHERE IS HE!?" the fat old merchant screeched. "GUARDS, SEARCH THE PLACE!" He paused, then tried to calm down his anger. "Ahem. The owner of this inn is a business partner of mine and has given me permission." Of course he has permission. Rye held his breath, his feet against one side of the chimney, his back against the other, hands to the sides, trying to inch his way upwards, smoke singing the back of his tunic.

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

4 hours ago, BlueWildRye said:

Rye shot up with a start, looking side to side to make sure that they weren't here yet. He sighed in relief. "This is great! I finally woke up before they arrived!" he exclaimed. Pushing himself to his feet, he wavered drunkenly. Who was hunting him, anyway? He couldn't remember, but it didn't matter much.

He just barely managed to jump into the fireplace and scramble up the chimney a little when the door to the tavern slammed open, and a group of guards with colorful plumed helmets strolled in, followed by a fat old man with silk robes and an abundance of jewelry. Ah, yes, the merchant! He's angry because I stopped selling him watches and the ones I sold him stopped working. Yes, well, I got some good money off of him, until I learned he was selling them off as his own.

"WHERE IS HE!?" the fat old merchant screeched. "GUARDS, SEARCH THE PLACE!" He paused, then tried to calm down his anger. "Ahem. The owner of this inn is a business partner of mine and has given me permission." Of course he has permission. Rye held his breath, his feet against one side of the chimney, his back against the other, hands to the sides, trying to inch his way upwards, smoke singing the back of his tunic.

Kane glanced in the direction. Now that was interesting, wasn't it?

He stepped towards the man, putting a fake smile on. "Whatever is the problem?"

[Argenti he/him]

10 minutes ago, Sherma Main said:

Kane glanced in the direction. Now that was interesting, wasn't it?

He stepped towards the man, putting a fake smile on. "Whatever is the problem?"

"Kane." Khoi warns, his voice admonishing. 

He taps his hand against his water mug. 
 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

1 minute ago, Argenti said:

"Kane." Khoi warns, his voice admonishing. 

He taps his hand against his water mug. 
 

"I'm only checking it out... no one will be hurt."