Ravenclawjedi42

I’ll play this. I like the elim name a lot.

Autumn sleeps and has many nightmares that she won’t remember by the time she wakes up.

Itsuki starts by instinctively moving away from the touches, having not been touched in several years, and back then things were very different. But then he changes and awkwardly leans into the hug. This was nice of them even though he probably was doing the wrong thing. That was pretty much all he was capable of doing, at times. “It—“ Itsuki began to explain his situation, explain Vinette but then a fresh round of tears began to flow and he decided not to continue, not wanting to break down again in public. Besides, sharing Vinette seemed so raw, so personal…not something he wanted to do. Not yet, anyway. Maybe never. @Ookla of whimsy

“I’ve heard that there are a lot. I don’t know to much about most of them, though. I myself am from a planet called Komashi, and a city called Kilahito. “It is not like Scadrial, which I’ve heard is wonderful and not unlike here. My—“ Itsuki cuts off and a look of grief comes across his face. It’s been years, he thinks to himself, why are you so sad? Why haven’t you gotten used to it by now? She’s gone, and she’ll probably be gone forever. So why do I cry, still, after all these years? “Somebody close to me,” he eventually manages to say, “was from there. A land with cities, but a small land, and legends and religions of a man who dies and came back to life, called the Survivor. The person worshipped him. My…friend eventually met this survivor and joined a group that he started, which brought her to my land. And then she left. “Why did she have to leave?” Itsuki is fully sobbing by now as he waits for the bartender. @Ookla the Believer @Ookla the Prehistoric

Dasenk arrives somewhere else. Somewhere new. A man stands, looking incredibly wise. Slightly crazy, yet smart as well. “Who are you?” the man asks coldly. “Dasenk, sir,” Dasenk says. “Historian and lover of tea. You?” ”You need not refer to me by name. If you truly must then call me Ruler. Lord Ruler.” “Yes, Lord Ruler.” Dasenk hoped that they’d like this new Lord more than old Lord Panders from Copper Bend. It had turned out that Panders wasn’t actually Spiked, something that still surprised Dasenk. “If I may ask, what are you Ruler of?” “Here. There. And Everywhere. I will be lord of this entire planet soon. I already have gained enough power. I’m just waiting until the time is right to destroy Khlennium. For Khlennium must be destroyed.” The Lord Ruler spoke in a Terris accent, though he seemed almost to be trying to disguise that. “I’m not sure that we should be destroying nations, sir.” “Who are you to say ‘we’? I had not met you until a minute ago. And I can assure that I can rightfully destroy that nation after what they did to me. After what he did to me.” The Lord Ruler mutters something about something called a Lendi. “Besides, you perhaps will be useful. A historian…you must have some nice memories for my inquisitors. Come out, children. Kill this man with Copper.” Two assassins with metal in their eyes jump out and attack Dasenk. They swallow a piece of pewter that they keep on them and easily fight them off. “You are Metal-Blessed?” The Lord Ruler asked. Dasenk nodded, afraid. “Then perhaps you would like to join me, Dasenk. Children!” The assassins come out from where they hid after the attacks, behind a bush. “Children, you have a new sibling. Meet Dasenk. Historian. “Inquisitor.” This game was really fun to play! I loved the RP focus, and would definitely join another SE game like this in the future.

“I don’t—I don’t know, okay! I’m sorry!” Autumn, young as they are, storms upstairs angrily. “Thank you for the mouth help,” they begrudgingly say.

Itsuki walks up to the bartender. “Do you have anything from Kilahito?” he asks. @Ookla of whimsy

“Yeah, it was like he wasn’t really there…think, Autumn, think, he seemed like some sort of nature spirit…I don’t know! It was all a blur, I was so,” not scared. I don’t get scared. Nothing scares me, “stressed.”

“Some…guy in the woods. I didn’t get a good look at him, put he was mad at me for practicing singing in the woods and sewed my mouth shut. It hurt.”

They puts a thumb up in thanks and try their best to smile, but find it quite hard with her mouth the way it is.

They enter the tavern.

Yep, I was the other person.

Autumn makes a rude hand gesture in the direction of the person, and stumbles back to the villages.

I’m laying in my bed right now. Beds exist in the Cosmere. Obvious reference.

Autumn doesn’t move a muscle.

“That would be nice. Thank you.” “You were on TV,” Dumb Bob says, “weren’t you?”

My character will die. I’ve come up with nothing else for this character, just that they’re going to die.

Autumn looks at him strangely but stays in the woods.

I agree that an apocalypse would work better than a war for simplicity and making it less chaotic, but to have a regency-era RP nobody will have to have an in-depth knowledge of the time period. Just think very rich rich people and many very poor poor people during the industrial revolution of the late 1800s or early 1900s, and you’ve got a pretty good idea of all the information needed to RP in this era. And if you have questions you can ask people who know more about the period or look it up.

“H-hello?”

“Oh. So this is the afterlife?” He looks at Eddie. “Who are you? You look familiar.”

Welcome to the Shard! And I agree that Ookla season is very cool. Did you know that we have two Ookla the Believers? @OokIa the Believer @Ookla the Believer

Oh wait yeah, I missed people in my brief headcount. Never mind, you’re right about waiting before we definitively decide anything.

While I agree that we should wait for most people to state an opinion before we decide anything, I’m pretty sure that there are only one or two people who haven’t voted, and that that time has come.