Through the Living Wrath

“That’s cool.” “Huh. When did I get a room?” “Oh! Sounds like a cool quest.” She thinks. “What are you jinxing?”

“Oh! You should get that checked out. I think you’re missing something.” She took it. “Thanks! What… uh… what’s this for?”

“It’s my job, ma’am.”

“Yep! I did it! Yep! You’re excused. Er… for what?”

“Yep! That sounds like that thing which… which I remember… I remember it and it sounds like it would be good. To do. Yep.”

He nodded. “Yes, well, neither do I. I’ve got some questions.”

“Erm… why am I here?” She looked at the desk, frowning. “Is this registration? Am I registering for something?” She nodded slowly. “Yes… I am, I think! Um… what am I registering for?”

A Noble soldier approached, and in one swift motion decapitated the man. “I am sorry, bard. I hope that the man wasn’t bothering you.” Red blanketed the ground.

Aeon steeped inside, checking a watch, and then a pocket watch. “Er… excuse me… what time might it be?” She looked up at the registration desk. “And where am I?”

“Please! Food! Something, please! I… I can’t afford this… I’ll freeze!”

Oh sorry bout that yeah, I see that… Glean sits at his table, staring at the man. “You drink?”

She was joined by a short man. He held a weapon, uncertainly aiming at her. “You’ve earned your keep. Please, I need coal. The Masks cut me off from their supplies.” “The body. The body… in the back… the body!” “The Masks… they’re… they are them who provide coal. I thought this was known, but… no… my thoughts aren’t… working… now.” He relaxed slightly. “Thank you - I will be fleeing and recuperating for now, so… The next train for Noble will be leaving in…” He checked his watch. “Ten minutes. We’ll need to get on it - I may be able to scrounge the money for us.” “You probably need to leave. Like… soon. There is a train, if you have the funds. Noble runs it, though.” “That won’t work. We are in a civilian area… if they come for us here, we’ll be dead before we know they have. But… they would prefer to let us know of there presence.” He grimaced. “At least, that’s how Crimson would organize it. Not sure if she would be taking the Mask of Death, now that it’s vacant.”

Does he spot anyone in the inn who might tell him anything about the dragons?

He shook his head. “They’re… they’re mad at me.” He looked down at the gun. “It’s… it’s mine. They gave it to me.” “Years ago. A decade, I believe. And they. Kept. Lying to me.” “I do, because the Mask… the Mask of Death just… he told me. He admitted!” “You might be. I would distance yourself as much as possible from the body…” “You don’t understand. They didn’t ‘find’ my sister. She worked for them… and so. Do. I.” “You’ll need transportation. The Noble’ locomotive will be safe, if you want to hide from the Masks, but it will cost you a hefty sum. I’m um… I’ll be going through there.”

He nodded. “Thank you.” He handed them coin, then strode in this direction. Once at the in, he arranged for a room, frowning at the occupants. Surely there was someone sober enough to give directions? (To the dragons or nest or smt)

He hesitated. “My sister. She was killed… by the Masks… before I joined them…”

Nikolas looked down, holding his palms under his wet eyes.. “They killed her… they killed Ann? Don’t you see?” He looked down. “She didn’t come back because the killed her.”

@Mystic Syn @Honors ghost @CoderDrag0n8 @Born of Mist @Kansas Stormcursed A series of two quick shots rang throughout the tavern, loud and sudden. Soon after, Nikolas burst from one of the back rooms, blood on his hands and eyes frantic and gun shaking. Some feeling, something left the room as Nikolas entered. It left the patrons feeling a small part emptier.

Sorry - I’ve been a bit spotty in my action. (Preparing for SILKSONG!) Yeah - you’ll need to make a character.

Glean looks around, holding a hand out to a passer-by. “Hey. I need directions to an inn, tavern, the gist.”

“I preferred the first phrase. It seemed more appropriate to the vibe.”