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Post by Rhyme on Jul 25, 2019 8:01:19 GMT
Hargeon was a place of hustle and bustle, as always. It had a different sort of activity compared to Ordan's marketplaces, Rhyme thought, even if they were similarly active and fast-paced. Perhaps it was because most business had a definite purpose, had fixed procedures, compared to the haggling and the selling and the buying of Ordan's shops.
He had positioned himself upon one of the bridges of the waterways, entertaining himself with watching people work, managing the small boats and their cargo as they passed by. He had just finished his latest quest to help some people in the docks, and he figured he would dally around and think a little to himself.
Hargeon was a pleasant place, Rhyme thought. It was relatively peaceful and calm, and the currents of wind and water gave it a unique ambience. Furthermore, he was now by the Waterways, which had been his favorite place of this district. There was something that intrigued him about the complex system that the place employed, how they had found to create pathways of water to let small vessels further inland. It was also rather fun to watch how it worked, and to see all manner of things that came in.
Maybe he just liked water, he thought to himself, chuckling. For a moment he looked into the water by the bridge and stared at his mirror image in it.
It had been quite a while since he had come to Eos, he realized. He had settled into a routine, looking for jobs this way and that, meeting friends and acquaintances and learning of various things. His personal quest, to find out his identity... well, he wouldn't say that he had made no progress, but the goal certainly seemed very far off, and not yet in sight. Furthermore... there were things that mucked about in Eos... unpleasant things... that he felt he should do something about, even if he was just an amnesiac barely making ends meet, with mutations that were mostly for keeping himself alive. He wondered if he could even effect change, as he now was... he wondered if these feelings, these impulses, could yet again be a clue, to his past.
He raised his head.
"Should I go home now..." he thought aloud, airily. |
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Post by Rhyme on Jul 25, 2019 7:18:46 GMT
"I suppose I do, hahaha..." Rhyme nervously laughed.
He was unsure if she would humor him, but he felt he had to try; he was uncertain if he would be able to meet someone else that he could talk about to, about the state of this place. He had been ready for the eventuality of her ditching him--- with what he had divined from her nature, from their short exposure to each other, it seemed like a toss-up--- all that would happen would be him probably looking around for the station on his own, evading trouble as best as he could. However, then he would not have found the answers he sought.
It seemed, for now, that she was staying with him. He nodded tentatively and let her lead the way to the station. At the very least, for as much as this leporine woman was rough and fierce, her inner disposition was... not necessarily calm, but perhaps... tempered. It also seemed that she was taking him someplace, not necessarily the station... and while she was guarded against him, for now it did not seem like she would try anything untoward, unlike those goons from before.
He followed her through the twists and turns of Fersen, paths that he would never have known how to find, trails of murk and mud and rot. He watched her, from the back... he already knew she was strong, but it seemed her other animalistic features were not just for show, with how she moves and how her ears seemed to twitch this way and that. She was cautious, and he supposed that was how one should be, to live and persist here. The other options were madness or death. The somber pall remained in his face.
Silence accompanied them until she punctured it with a question.
"My name is Rhyme." he answered.
Razivia Tichy |
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Post by Rhyme on Jul 25, 2019 6:46:55 GMT
Rhyme nodded seriously; it didn't cross his mind that some of these plants might even be poisonous, and as such he was glad for Raimell's word of caution. "Why would you want some of the toxic ones, Raimell?" he found himself asking. Wouldn't herbs meant to heal not be the dangerous sort, or was there something he didn't understand in the ways of alchemy? Most probably the latter, but he felt like inquiring.
"Ethernano?" He had heard the word thrown around in various contexts, from different people, and it seemed to be something that was the source of magic, as far as he could divine, and as much as he was told. He wondered if ethernano interacted with his mutations, if they flowed in his veins and thus allowed the paradox that was his body and mind. He wondered if it was ethernano that he felt, thickly in the air.
...ah, but that wasn't what he was asking, and that wasn't the main point of Raimell's answer, right? A family of mages... well, it seemed almost anybody was a mage or a mutant from his experience, and mutants were dreadfully rare, so that didn't... really dwindle down the possibilities that much. Then again, it could be a group with a specific aim, to have these plants and these structures in this spot where magic dances...
...before he could think of what else to say, his companion continued with his hypothesis. Well, it was a ruin, and it was ancient, but when he said those things, then it must be... really ancient. The language was indecipherable for Raimell, too. What did it mean when he thought these things were familiar... was he some sort of scholar that studied these ruins? After all, these were probably ruins before he was born... right?
"They just seem... kinda familiar." he admitted. "Although I have no idea what they mean, so I guess they aren't really that familiar." he nervously chuckled. He put the details at the back of his mind; there was no use wondering what these things were when both of them were clueless and there was no other source of information... and it was not what they had come here to do.
"So, shall we start?" Rhyme asked, awaiting his employer's instructions.
Raimell Windsor |
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Post by Rhyme on Jul 15, 2019 6:33:12 GMT
Rhyme walked lightly through the streets. He watched, he listened, and most notably, he felt.
When the mutant wanted to buy something, he usually went to the Great Bazaar, but he had heard from one or two acquaintances that the Crossroads might be a good place to look into for things to buy, if one knew where to look. Furthermore, since such shops were more... was home-based the right word? Well, for various reasons, sometimes goods that could be bought here were either cheaper or unique. And so, today, he had decided to take a look around.
The muggy weather was... something Rhyme was not sure how he felt about. On one hand, he generally disliked hot weather, preferring things to be cool, but his body seemed to like humidity for some reason--- maybe something to do with his aberration. And so, mildly discomfited, he took a leisurely, almost lethargic stroll, looking this way and that. Travelers passed by and citizens as well, those who lived here and those who passed by--- it was a dizzying pastiche of color and sound and emotion. He supposed crowds were something he had mixed feelings about, too.
As he ambled forward, he spotted a white-garbed woman, carrying a basket of apples. While her clothes made her look well off, her emotions were more... nervous. She seemed to be regarded a curiosity by various passerby. He wondered if he could do something to make her calm, but that was probably too intrusive for a stranger...
...and then he picked up the presence of someone else, someone who saw the girl and thought of her as... a target. Prey.
A gaudily dressed man approached the maiden, carrying a bunch of items in various baskets and trays for all to see. A merchant... or a conman? Maybe a little of both. Did he see the girl and thought her easy pickings? "Miss, miss." he addressed the girl. "How would you like to take a look of my wares? They might be a bit pricey, but they're definitely worth the value~"
He definitely was lying. Rhyme approached, but hesitated to act. While the girl seemed twitchy, she might have this all in hand.
Locke Alder |
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Jul 13, 2019 11:37:56 GMT
Post by Rhyme on Jul 13, 2019 11:37:56 GMT
Hi guys. Still alive.
Contractual job has ended, so maybe I'll have time to post. ...although I should get an actual more stable job hahaha |
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Post by Rhyme on Jul 3, 2019 21:37:10 GMT
He had been too preoccupied with saving the wounded that he did not immediately realize that there was a threat beyond the rampaging creature; furthermore, that it was one he was actually familiar with, to an extent...
"Cassie!" Even as he felt the surge of killing intent, he could pinpoint the woman, in the guise of a child, and her slime familiar, even in this distance. He turned and saw her handiwork, as bodies and rubble were swiftly and powerfully converted into projectiles, sinking his heart even further than he thought it could. He remembered wondering why she hated people so much--- but now was not the time to dilly-dally about the philosophies of one's opponents.
"Everyone, take cover!"
Rocks and cadavers fell, in his vision, as if in slow motion. It was a sorrowful realization, that he could not help everyone, that he could not save everyone.
But he could save at least one. He ran. As the rain of myriad bludgeons descended upon him, he picked the closest persons he could get to--- a duo of children--- and moved to stop the chunk of earth and brick from smashing into them in the only way he knew he could--- by getting in the way of its trajectory.
He stopped the object's path, even as his body skidded and creaked and cracked. He... sweated? Wasn't he supposed to be bleeding? No, this... didn't feel like normal sweat. Foam was rising from cuts all over his body. Was this... how his strange body reacted to injury?
...ah, but at least the two kids were all right. Thank the fates. He tried to not dwell too much on the other civilians and guards hurt by the cascade, even as his spirit ached as much as his body.
In the aftermath of the landfall, he surveyed the survivors, and those who were trying to help them.
The other woman--- someone who had taken the field and who he did not know--- had taken steps to defend the civilians, although he could divine she had some ulterior motive. Nonetheless, help was welcome at this point; he would think about how slimy their hands were later. He followed her instructions--- he was already defending the two children, anyway--- and herded them to safety, even as he felt a little unstable.
The being was nowhere in the general vicinity; it seemed in the chaos of the onslaught, it had ran off and escaped. He wondered if it must have been scared. He had not taken note of its emotions during Cassie's attack.
Then, there was the guard, who had a few choice words for Raimell and her troops. It seemed her intention, truly, was to kill the creature. He supposed that was the logical conclusion to this mess, but even so, he did not like it. For a moment he made eye contact with the woman, and it seemed like... she flinched? Well, not physically. And she glared at him, too.
He did not like leaving the creature to the officer, but at this point he had to accept that he could not do everything.He felt... he wished...
...I want to save people with my own two hands.
Somehow, that thought felt nostalgic. Like he had... said it. Or thought it. Before, before.
One of the knights who had survived had begun employing healing magic on the wounded, moving over to approach Raimell. Others were beginning to do as their leader instructed, securing the people trapped beneath the debris. He could help them, or...
...he turned again in the direction of the childlike mutant, she who had struck them. Would she continue to attack them, or chase after the creature? Perhaps that will decide his next move.
Raimell Windsor Feel free to detail interactions with the healing knight =w= |
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Jun 24, 2019 20:57:37 GMT
Post by Rhyme on Jun 24, 2019 20:57:37 GMT
"Nah, I'll pass." he fired back, grinning.
Soon their destination in sight; the ruin. It was the first place he remembered ever seeing, and yet, it seemed nostalgic for reasons beyond his waking in it. The crumbling walls were adorned with strange symbols that Rhyme felt he should know the meaning of, and yet such meanings eluded his mental reach. There were points where he felt he knew what structure the scattered stones must have formed.
...besides his identity, maybe he should look into what the ruin was. Maybe it could give a clue to himself, seeing as it felt it had a relation to him beyond just being a resting place.
He heard the herbalist beside him gape in awe at the ruin, although if he was a gambling man he'd say he was just more fascinated with the plants that they would be collecting--- and well, he knew not the specimen's names, but they were definitely here in droves, strangely colored and strangely shaped plants, some scentless and some with heady aroma. He could only wonder what each could be used for.
"So, what shall we start with? And describe the plants to me, I don't know their names." he said. "Oh, and... Raimell, do you know anything about this ruin?"
Raimell Windsor
I think I'll let them get into the foraging first before Rhyme asks about learning first aid and whatnot. |
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Citizen
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Jun 23, 2019 15:11:50 GMT
Post by Rhyme on Jun 23, 2019 15:11:50 GMT
My unemployed ass got roped into a typing job in one of the places my mom works, and it's apparently going to last fifteen working days, so my activity might be down for three weeks starting this Tuesday. I'll be around for weekends though, I think XD
...I should actually get a job.
Anyway, this is just a heads-up. Just in case. |
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Post by Rhyme on Jun 22, 2019 9:57:42 GMT
Hiiii.
So, I have more character ideas... well, sometimes they're more magic or superpower ideas, but anyway... than I could possibly use, with the five character limit, and my inconsistent muse and stamina and all, too. Still, I figured I might share them, maybe someone else could use them (credit me?) maybe as their own characters, or NPCs, ooor maybe help me decide which of these I should use for a third character, which I'm tempted to make soon XD (I'm leaning towards either Cendrillon or Branchsage.) Some of these ideas may need to be tweaked to work in Etherious, though.
Anyway, without further ado:
- Mist Saint - Angelic being that takes on the appearance and abilities of a heroic water magician after said magician dies. Water and holy magic, empathy and precognition. Archetypal nice guy. The being and water magician worked together in the past to fight against a corrupt institution. In Etherious, this is Rhyme.
- Swordslinger - Swordswoman who telekinetically uses many, many blades at once. Blood knight, mercenary, noble who ran away from home. In Etherious, this is Myria of Blades.
- Bloodblaze / Cendrillon - Fledgling fire magician with the power to sacrifice their well-being for more powerful magic. While my original setup for this character was her searching for her mother who was supposedly a legendary mage, and to have her father be a maker of magic items, I'm toying with a different plot loosely based on Cinderella where she lives with a stepmother and stepsister who dislike her, but she ends up saving them during a ball crashed by criminals and monsters. If I'm going with this thematic, her powers would be not just over fire, but also over ashes and cinders and glass. Fairy godmother would be a fire spirit (she'll be a theurgist, then?) and the prince could either be a villain, the one who crashed the ball (even if he organized it), or a magic teacher who invites her for a scholarship in the academy... well, both princes could exist, I guess.
- Branchsage - Master archer blinded by a strange, irremovable curse. Learned to commune with nature to shoot without sight. Looking for the one who cursed him and a way to remove the curse, of course. In Etherious, I was thinking they could be from a noble house that was loyal to the monarchs, and his bloodline was cursed during the revolution. The character himself might be, ironically, a knight for the current government now.
- Triune Wind - Wind magician who cuts, slams, and heals people with wind. Thematically based on the kamaitachi. Might eventually have the ability to split into three a la Warcraft/DotA's Brewmaster. Ex-assassin, now trying to be a wandering healer.
- Feral Templar - Catboy devoted to a church. Wields claw and shield in tandem; jumps a lot, holy magic and healing, shield boomerangs. Archetypal nice guy. Might have too much similarity personality-wise with Mist Saint, since he was kinda my prototype hero before I decided I want to incorporate more rainlike aspects.
- Ruinous Knight - Knight with a beast of void and ruin sealed within him and his fang-sword. Only survivor of the fight against said beast. Might not have complete control of his powers and thus chooses to be a hermit. Might know a lot about seals. Will need some sort of plot for him to come into the fray.
- Compendium - Magician with the power to learn anything learnable--- fighting styles, magic, assorted skills--- although she only has a limit of what knowledge she can equip, and she suffers from not having personal memories (her memories reset when she sleeps, a la Fifty First Dates). Power is actually due to a spirit within her, and her plot is her discovering this and synchronizing properly with the spirit so she can actually remember things.
- Beholder - Siblings/twins whose souls are fused together, making it necessary for them to stick together, and share senses, thoughts, and mana pools. The smaller black-haired younger sister can absorb energy and the tall white-haired older brother leaks it a la Cyclops, thus needing a sealing blindfold. Plot is exacting revenge on those who experimented on fusing their souls. It's kinda hard to look for face claims for them.
- Samsara Revolver - Revolver-wielding gunslinger who accesses the abilities of past lives as different races by shooting oneself a la Persona 3. Think Rokudo Mukuro from Katekyo or Pein from Naruto. Not much plot yet. The gun might not work well with Etherious's setting.
- Umbrella Knight - Warrior who wields an umbrella in battle, as a shield, sword, lance, gun, etc. Fits in RWBY really well. Want them to be a sort of puppet person or robot but that's probably not doable in Etherious.
- Lunar Weapon - Warrior who wields weapon with different forms based on the phases of the moon--- new moon is cloth, crescent is scythe, half is gigantic fan, full is gigantic shield. May or may not be a puppet person or robot but that's probably not doable in Etherious.
- Orbal Archer - Warrior with two magic hoops spinning around it, allowing it to float and shoot projectiles. Want them to be a sort of puppet person or robot but that's probably not doable in Etherious.
- Steel Dragon - a dragon made of steel. That shoots lasers. Yey. Might be able to shapeshift into a woman somehow?
- Dream Matter - magic style that creates various objects and creatures out of the stuff of dreams. Thematically based on the Oneiroi, Phantasos, Phobetor, and Morpheus.
- Thermomancy - magic style that blasts and steals heat, creating effects similar to fire and ice magic; using a fire-like spell could empower the next ice-like spell, and vice versa, as the magician stores heat and cold.
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Post by Rhyme on Jun 22, 2019 9:19:51 GMT
She seemed... really curious about how he had tracked Blue... well, at least three possible signatures of Blue. There may be a bit of cheerfulness peppered into the act, but she was definitely interested, and maybe a bit concerned. Perhaps it would be inconvenient for her to be... tracked, in the way that he was doing right now?
"It's a secret." he decided to say, denying outright rather than dancing around it. He'd already given her plenty of clues already of how it worked, with how he needed certain descriptions. In fact, at this point, he wondered if he should just lose her and leave her to find her familiar on her own... or maybe leave her in the general vicinity of said familiar. The way she thought was rather dangerous.
But still, he wanted to help the best he could, and he wanted to know why she seemed so ready, at any point, to lash out. There was a sorrowful curiosity that kept Rhyme in the task at hand. He gingerly accepted the hand that grabbed his... and wondered.
He lead her past the paved roads and into the thickets, past trees and the songs of insects and the scent of fresh leaves and grass. As they went further the canopies began to cover the sky, and at times there were animals that peeked out from behind bushes and trunks. Still... near one of the signatures that he was walking towards... there were... no animals.
Maybe he'd save that for last... even if he felt that that might be the one they're actually looking for.
"We're here, and... oh." he said, stopping. The first signature looked like... a very gluttonous boar, having its fill (and perhaps more) of grass and insects. It was enjoying its meal so much, that even though it regarded the two of them with one lazy eye, it soon lost interest and went back to munching. It seemed like it would only take notice of them if they wished to attack them.
"Well, that's a bust." he said. "Two more to go..."
Cassiopeia |
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Citizen
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Freelancer
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Post by Rhyme on Jun 22, 2019 9:06:53 GMT
Ah, it seemed he was earning this leporine woman's irritation, although he supposed it couldn't be helped; she probably thought he needed help and with her intervention he would bolt out of there and then out of Fersen proper, but she didn't know that he could have evaded the goons by himself, and that he had come here cognizant of the trouble Fersen posed. To be honest, what took him by surprise was more the dejected aura of the whole place. The wilds outside Eos may be as, or even more, dangerous, but they did not feel as... hopeless.
It seemed she wanted to be rid of him; kind enough to look out for someone else, but too self-interested to deal with the aftermath. Well, it was understandable. Still, it seemed she was humoring him a bit. Her opinion was the state of Fersen was... well, the result of the leaders of Eos, through action or inaction.
He remembered the one politician he'd been able to speak to, to meet. He'd gone the trouble to distinguish himself from his fellow politicians, as someone who cared, but he wondered if he was doing enough... and what exactly he was doing. If the state of this place, and more importantly, its people, was this decrepit, then shouldn't actions to correct it be even more immediate?
Still, such thoughts were... for when he met a person of authority again. He wondered what Miss Behemoth would say, although she would probably scold him first and then be suspicious of him afterwards.
"Ah, well, I came here knowing it wasn't safe." he said, blithely, scratching the back of his head. "I wanted to see Fersen with my own eyes. It seems it was in a more deplorable state than I expected." He frowned deeply.
"...but if you're not from here, Miss, what are you doing here?" he wondered aloud. He knew the woman was probably frustrated at him, but he... wanted to know more about the situation, and he wasn't sure he'd find someone not hostile anytime soon. He hoped she could excuse his peskiness. "You seem to be pretty familiar with the place. Ah, and..." Here he managed to look a little embarrassed. He'd tried to keep track of where he came from, but with that little adrenaline-charged encounter...
"...I kinda forgot how to get back to the station, so directions would be nice?"
Razivia Tichy |
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25?
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Citizen
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Freelancer
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Post by Rhyme on Jun 21, 2019 3:33:24 GMT
"Mrm. I'd like to think there's enough of me left in my brain, haha."
Even as they kept on their banter, it seemed that something was on Raimell's mind--- something about him, it seemed. He wondered if he should ask him about it--- ah, would you look at that, it was becoming so evident that he didn't even need his supernatural senses to pick up his... curiosity.
Still, to be in the direction of where they had found him, before, before--- sometimes, Rhyme had considered the idea of visiting that area again, even if it might be a fool's errand. Who knows, perhaps within the ruins may be some clue regarding his identity... unless, of course, he had ended up there sleeping at random. No... he couldn't shake the feeling that that ruin had some sort of significance to his nature.
Ah, he's getting engrossed in his explanations. Rhyme thought, smiling much like a parent looking over their son. Seeing him detail how he had found, just outside the ruin, a veritable treasure trove of precious plants and herbs, made him about as happy as Raimell was right now. "I'm not really familiar with those herbs... or the Black Market... but if you say they're useful, that's good."
He carefully followed the herbalist, keeping track of obstacles like the branch he had pushed, the strange quirks of the ground that dissuaded further progress. It wouldn't do to slip around here, no matter how durable his body was... ah. Was that what Raimell was thinking about a while ago? Maybe he could bring it up later... if he thought about it again...
"Almost." he replied, cheekily. "Although I could do with less insects and itchy grass."
Raimell Windsor |
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Freelancer
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Jun 20, 2019 11:18:25 GMT
Post by Rhyme on Jun 20, 2019 11:18:25 GMT
The white-haired man jumped over each little obstacle the thief left in his wake. He hopped over barrels and benches and all sorts of things that the criminal toppled purposely in their wake. If this chase hadn't been a grievous and urgent matter, he could possibly even say that he was having fun.
The captain spoke; it seemed he was... going to try something, which he warned Rhyme to... not try. He simply nodded, keeping his eyes on their fugitive. Wait, was he really going to... he did. He went through a house. ...I don't think I can do that even if I wanted to, Captain Ferr. Rhyme thought to himself.
He moved further and faster, seeing the man pause at the surprising move the officer did to close the distance. The thief, deciding that he needed to lessen the amount of his pursuers, moved to throw one crate at him--- apparently the loss of one of the things he'd been running off with was enough of a trade for a distraction--- but Rhyme was ready. Moving slightly slower, he braced himself, and caught the crate.
"Thanks for returning this one!" he taunted, grinning, even as he kept his pace. The man tsk'ed, angry that his gambit failed, although in a certain sense he did manage to slow Rhyme down. His hands were full now, though...
"Captain Ferr?" Ah, there, a surprised guard on patrol, who recognized the behemoth of a man. Maybe that was enough to trust him; from what he picked up of his emotions he seemed to instinctively trust Ferr anyway.
"Could you take care of this? We're trying to catch that guy. Also, be careful, it's fragile." He explained quickly even as he handed over the crate with all haste.
"W-wha?"
Not waiting for the man's confirmation, he rejoined the chase, although this time he was the one behind.
Meanwhile, the running man turned his attention to the closer of his pursuers, the minotaur man. Shifting his burden so as to use only one hand and arm to carry the whole stack, he flicked his freed limb with significant force to send a projectile of force and air towards the horned mutant's face.
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Post by Rhyme on Jun 20, 2019 6:43:08 GMT
We'll wait for you~ stay safe~ |
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25?
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Post by Rhyme on Jun 19, 2019 8:44:54 GMT
Locke Alder
Yeah, that was what I was thinking; she'll be there to enhance the reputation of House Alder, might even offer jobs to some of the people in Fersen too? Also I'm applying the quest here. Shall we do it once it's approved, then? |
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