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Hoid Slayer

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  1. Oh, umm… I don’t think I’ll be taking part in this At least for now I just don’t have the time, and I’m still on Wind and Truth
  2. Kéamen nodded slightly, not entirely satisfied, but consumed by something else at the moment. He had already spoken with the boy in private (the boy had approached him first, of course), as he was now doing with Keldorn.
  3. As he spoke with Keldorn, Kéamen kept an eye on the boy. Jox, he had said his name was. There was nothing inherently suspicious about him. And yet, Kéamen couldn't help but notice the way Jox eagerly approached every interesting figure in the square immediately. He had an excuse, of course, but still. Dangerous people often liked to establish the earliest bonds. And then there was the matter of Jox's pressure on the Fox, seemingly unprompted, after Keldorn had already applied his own. It could be indicative of an urge to focus blame on others. Kéamen shook the thoughts from his head. It was just a boy. But sometimes the youngest were the least likely to be suspected, and the most dangerous.
  4. Ver watched the rapid events surrounding him, and tried to lay the threads out in his head. He, Ver, had made an agreement with the Stars; to restore Jidah's divinity, and in exchange, receive their support in saving the people of Açila. He expected to be accompanied by Jidah and Lati. Of and his cohorts had briefly left the realm of the Stars, along with the Fox. Now, they had returned, claiming mysterious allies - and throwing around terminology Ver struggled to understand. Ver was still uncertain of their allegiance; for now, he simply had to hope they were on the same side. Réva, for her side, had expressed interest in returning to Açila to help 17, and Ver was happy to leave her to it. He had already equipped her with a cookie, allowing them to communicate across long distances. Despite his returned sanity, Oxy still remained an X factor. Ver turned to him. "I have no doubt of the power of your allies. But I need to know, urgently, of your motivations. Are you an ally, or an enemy? Will you help the people of Açila? We have no time for subtlety. These terms you use... the 'Plague', 'Nergal', they are unfamiliar to me. And yet, they sound very dangerous. I need to know if we can work together, or if our paths stray."
  5. Godiam sighed, then froze as he finished reading the message. His eyes widened, and a smile grew on his face. YES.
  6. Yup And we love you for it Seriously Take care of yourself
  7. Kéamon Wither had always wanted to change the world. That dream, however, had always felt so far away. Constant, even pressing, but distant. Ever drifting further away, his attention consumed by promises of fulfillment in the future. Now, however, the vision seemed close. Almost begging to be grasped, yet hidden behind a shroud. Perhaps it was just another lie. Those thoughts crept through Kéamon's head as he strolled through the last of the night's mists into Blackkeep's gate square, where a crowd seemed to be gathering. It was only Kèamon's second day in the town, and yet time seemed to rush by. The square, lit by the dawn light, was just becoming active, and seemed filled by a collection of odd people. Suddenly, a flurry of screams came from deeper into the town, and Kéamon sighed. Apparently, despite the mayor's efforts, news of the dead council had spread. Well, that would certainly cause a disruption. People always showed their true forms in times of disruption. Kéamon accepted a piece of bread from the baker's apprentice, then used the excuse to lean against the wall of a building, and observed the crowd. There were the refugees; led by a man by the name of Lipitor, proclaimed "Hero of Ashford" or something along those lines, they drew most of the town's attention. But Kéamon had learned from his mentor that those that drew attention were not always those that merited it. So instead, Kéamon turned his attention to the others. The ones that acted weird, almost foreign. Yes, those were of interest. An ash-covered, oddly clothed man directed by a guard towards what seemed to be... the latrines? Interesting. A recluse, nothing known about him, but whose name had already been circulated as the Fox. But it wasn't either of those he approached. No, those were to be kept an eye on, watched, and tracked, but never openly faced. Kéamon's mentor would want to know of them before he acted. So instead, Kéamon walked up to a different man. One whose posture spoke of experience. Keldorn.
  8. HALY

    YOU’RE BACK

    SDYKGJFHONKKGDWYHZBJIGKIGWNOXYGDBSLYCOSYCTHJDKJDBXJD*

    *excited gibberish

  9. I rest my case. … Well? What do you think? Oooookay, lemme just walk away…
  10. "Alright. You can now return to Açila if you wish." Ver hesitated for a second. "I don't know how long our quest will take us. Once you land on Açila, try to make contact with the Fox or one of the weird guys. I'll stay in touch." He turned to look around at Lati and Jidah, in case they wanted to say anything else.
  11. *raises hand* Umm... I have a question What does talking to gods level 0 mean?
  12. Ahhhh

    *screams*

    I have the most random-crem English summative tomorrow

    My group has nothing ready, and it’s a presentation

    My science teacher today told us my class ruined his life

    Depressionnnnnnnnnn

  13. No. No, there is always another way. I only hope you get to see it.
  14. Oof Masking, eh? I feel you Your feelings aren't wrong, though Sometimes our society makes us think they are, tries to force us to conform. Or not even conform; to all participate in a grand, shared lie. I don't really know how to help you, but I offer my support.
  15. Umm... I be confused Anything I specifically need to know, or can I just be alerted when this starts and try and figure stuff out? I've got no problem with a high school RP. Also, @Wyver the Great, please... just no
  16. Ver nodded. "Very well then. Please, direct us to Jidah's immortality, so we may retrieve it as soon as is possible." Ver turned to Réva. She obviously had intentions of helping 17; and Ver wouldn't stop her. And yet, he still felt a certain perplexity at the concept of trying to save a single life when so many others were at stake. What elevated one over another? He addressed her. "Will you accompany us, Réva? Or will you return to Açila?"
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