SpiritOfWrath

Nikolas stepped along the path, his stride a slow and somber thing. His countenance held a weight to it that seemed befitting to that of a time-weathered ancient. The snow crunched audibly under his feet, but he paid it no heed. As he neared the clearing, the child made sure to shield his eyes against the glare of the snow, agitated by its horrid glow. Not long ago, he had asked Anne how it could ever learn to glow, receiving a warm laugh and a tight embrace. His sister had pointed upwards, towards the light of the sun, as she wrapped her other arm around him in a halfway-hug. “It could always glow, silly. I learned that, and I hope that a kid like you can.” Anne’s face grew somber, and her hand on his shoulder became as a vice. “I want you to… I want you to remember that, when I am gone. Will you do that?” Nikolas stopped in his stride, her haunted voice echoing through his mind. The cold seemed to intensify, causing him to shiver despite the lamp in one hand. In his other, he clenched onto a small red flower. He placed the flower, stiff, onto the snow, noting absently a slight resemblance to life blood. Kneeling, his eyes moistened with tears, the bitter cold stinging against his skin. His sister… his sister had betrayed him. He had remembered her words, and… and she didn’t come back. She was gone. He set the lamp against the stone slab, and closed his eyes. Nikolas wept. - - - - Ten Years Later Nikolas adjusted the strap of his goggles, bare skin stinging in the cold as they came off for a slit second. He tugged his glove tighter, anxiously repeating the unnecessary task. Finally, he unlatched the small lamp from his belt, setting it into place in the small compartment by his seat. The lamp was as much for warmth as it was for light - more so, perhaps. Looking backwards, he made eye-contact with the ones in the back of the cart, sticking a thumb upwards. Were they ready to head out? Sign-ups link: @Through The Living Glass @Spark of Hope

“Exactly.” He looked away with a slight shushing gesture.

“Yes, well if they hear any whisper, we’re both in a bad place. A worse place.”

He shrugged. “Go ahead - you’ll just be quickening what’ll happen when you try to escape. If you succeed, they’ll kill one or two of us, which would include me, since you’re talking to me. If you don’t… they’ll beat us all. Kill you.” He sighs again. “Look - my point is, escape isn’t something that’s… done. I’ve been a slave for the majority of my life, and I haven’t even heard of a single one. Attempting to, or planning to… that’s suicide.”

Bush sighed. “I’d be happy to tell them you said that,” he warned.

There is not a thing suspicious.

Bush resists weakly, voice flat. “We don’t get paychecks. We’re slaves.”

He rolls his eyes. “Our masters, you dimwit.”

He helps, forcing his hands in front of his face in a defensive posture. “Cool it,” he hissed. “They’ll hear you, and beat us.” As he did so, he grunted as his mis-healed rib shifted, gritting his teeth against the pain.

No! It’s very sad and it made him feel very sad! But not as sad as actually being beaten. Oh I forgot to mention that his nickname was a way the others would make fun of him

ITS THE 15th! MY SHARDIVERSARY YAAAAAH

Nope

Closed, actually. Nah, something used to make water useful.

Um No? Aluminum doesn’t suck away investiture. All It done does is block it. RoW spoiler

There didn’t seem to be any.

It simply passes straight through. This was really strange. Anyways, time passed. A door opened, leading to a hall of room. They were all very eepy.

We are (edit: mostly me) having troubles with the GM PM

Nah We’ve got it all figured out Once the pms start to actually work

It actually isnt Hehe

It went straight through.

You’ll never guess what you’re smuggling

@CoderDrag0n8 @Kansas Stormcursed @Born of Mist @Honors ghost Which of you wanna be doing a smuggling job at the beginning of the RP?