Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Event last till Midnight, November 2, and is worth event EMP points
Please refer back to the Prequel thread for clues HERE!!! "for evry day a human is not drivan out of this sity
anoher Ander will be bled to evn the ods"
Those words continued to haunt Amon, ever since he got the news of Tourin's death. The Master Mechanic's funeral had just ended. It was a solemn event; to Amon, it practically went like clockwork, as grim as the joke was. Words were said, fond memories were shared, and Amon gave a speech of some sort; he didn't remember. In the end, the old leader of Mingo's was laid to rest at the merchant's district's cemetery.
"for evry day a human is not drivan out of this sity
anoher Ander will be bled to evn the ods"
With a frustrated sigh, he took his eyes off of Tourin's gravestone and looked up at the sky. It did not take long for the merchant's district to become depressingly quiet; the overcast skies during the past couple of days didn't help. And it made sense: there was a killer on the loose. Amon hoped that by putting his district under a modest curfew, he could put some people at ease. Needless to say, it didn't help much. He looked back at the gravestone. If there was one thing he regretted, it was that he didn't get to talk with the Master Mechanic, or at least get some advice on how to run Mingo's. The only thing that he could do now was catch his killer and bring him or her to justice.
"Could really use some help right now, wherever you are," he muttered to himself.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
its was a Raining , Rava was at the grave yard, watching from afar , she had heard that a man was killed by a killer from the whispers in the air. something didn't seem right. she could feel it in her bones which one eye alone was not to know. she had to find out. as she followed the man with the robotic arm , keeping her distends with in ear shot and staying out of sight . maybe he know but it would be bad if she just went up to him and asked off the bat , that would be asking to be arrested and killed on the spot.
hopefully if he talks about she would hear. something to redeem herself by taking down this guy.
(hope this is ok , Rava's Reason for not coming up and asking is clear as day , also she does look shady with one eye now )
Post by Aurelia Voltaire on Oct 2, 2014 1:03:36 GMT
Aurelia knew about the continuous murders going on in the city and it was causing somewhat of a frenzy but she didn't feel the need to step in. Not yet at least. The funeral that was held in the Merchant’s district was filled with sorrow and many who were angered at the death of Tourin "termite" Might. Aurelia felt a tinge of sympathy towards them, she did not know what it was like to lose a close friend or mentor even. She wanted to pay her respects but when the coast was clear, there were so many people and Aurelia had a clear view of the cemetery from the rooftop of a building close by. She tilted her head to the side, watching each person. Wondering if there was anybody who stood out in the crowd. After the crowd began to disperse and the funeral was over she climbed down from the building and landed on her feet. Lifting the collar of her Jacket up, she entered the Cemetery and made her way to Tourin’s gravestone. There was still someone there so Aurelia took a moment and stopped. Maybe this would be close enough. With a deep breath she looked at the headstone and then back at the boy standing in front of it. Recalling what the second in command from her little assassin family had once told her. About bringing safety to the citizens of Lodan. Well that was her job now she supposed. This serial killer seems to have just started his reign of terror. Maybe she could find a way to stop him.
Post by Iacomus Lerwick on Oct 2, 2014 1:04:34 GMT
"A shame." Iacomus said from behind, approaching without a sound so that it seemed as if it was only his voice. He was clad in a dark coat that fell to his ankles, opposed to his typical tailed-jacket and vest, and instead of his usual knee-high boots, he wore more common black dress shoes. After a pause he continued to speak. "I commend you for your wonderful speech, although most things said at funerals are." He kept a straight face this time, with his eyes half shut and his mouth down-turned, highlighting the slight wrinkles he had at the edges; A solemn expression. The day was dismal, and not only did Iacomus find it inappropriate to keep up his lively spirits, but he also felt a twinge of guilt. Of course, he had not killed the man, he knew this, but even so, he felt as if he should not simply stand by this time...
Still being new to the guild, Max was a bit confused when she was invited to come to the funeral with some of the other members. She had accepted of course, but that didn’t stop her from being in a fog about the whole ordeal. She had gathered that someone important had been murdered. That was about as much as she overheard.
Just was her bad luck, she got separated from the few people she knew as the crowd suddenly came to life and dispersed. She stood awkwardly in the middle of the street for a moment, but then spotted a small group of people walking over to the newly-filled grave. She recognized one of the people as Iaco, but decided it was better not to approach them. Instead, she flipped up her hood and stood against a building that faced the entrance to the graveyard. Iaco would recognize her as soon as he left the graveyard, that much she knew.
“Funerals sully even the strongest spirit,” she said under her breath, having remembered the phrase from the last funeral she attended.
"I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone." -Lord Byron
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Oct 2, 2014 1:49:30 GMT
Somebody was hunting Anders. And that just wouldn't do. Danny had better things to do than mourn the passing of a man who he'd have nothing to do with. He had a killer to find...
Danny had been roaming the Merchant's District after dark and once everyone was inside because of curfew. He'd spent more than enough time hiding from the shadow beasts to know how to not be seen. He'd also seen how they hunted, and applied those skills to his search now. The past couple of nights had offered nothing to learn, but that didn't mean the boy would stop. The boy took the opportunity of Tourin's funeral to do a little more digging. He stopped by the Cockfoster estate and snuck into Caitlin's room from the outside. Once in, he left a short and sweet message for her where the boy thought she could find it.
"Come find me. -Danny"
Once left, he travelled to the woman's ship. He quickly singled out the man who looked like he was in charge, one that had seen both Danny and Cait when the boy had taken his fencing lesson, and left the same message.
Danny looked at the clocktower and gauged how much time he had left. He departed to EIRAL HQ and left a message for Commander Skye with the receptionist as well.
"We need to talk. -Danny"
His messages out, the boy returned to the slums to do some information gathering...
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 2, 2014 4:37:34 GMT
Caitlin wasn't at her sky ship. She was at home in the study, with her father, sitting quiet as a wallflower as the baron tried to calm down his fellow investors who had a stake in the old retired mechanics business. They all had something to lose if Mingo's started losing its luster (not that there was even the slightest chance of that happening - please - they were the bank of this town, the shareholders had nothing to worry about...) and here they were acting like frightened hens.
At some point Caitlin was mercifully dismissed from the meeting to go get dressed for the funeral, where they would all be attending to pay their respects. She went upstairs to outfit herself in all black when she spotted Danny's note. Hmm, what could the kid need from her? Whatever it was, it would have to wait until after they paid their respects. She dressed and left in the company of the other noble figureheads and made their way to the merchants district cemetery.
The funeral had been very respectable, more people than she had expected turned out to honor the deceased master tradesman. Either he touched a lot of lives, or the media about his death and the others linked to it roused the coop and got everyone on their P's and Q's for fear of what if they were next? Caity did what was expected of her, she shook hands with all the right people, gave her apologies to those that were grieving and stood by meek and ladylike until it was all said and done.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
I warned you befor now I warn you agin to proof I mean it I give you this present her fingers are missing cus the claws were pretty and I wanted to keep them
signed Catch me when you Can
Sity of Lodan Too caught up in the reverence of the funeral, it wasn't until the event concluded and the citizens spilled out of its gates that anyone noticed the figure slumped outside the wrought iron bars. Easily mistaken for a passed out drunk, it isn't until upon further inspection that one could see the bloody note in her lap, held by finger-less hands.
Stephen is not at the funeral, for those who might get confused from this post.
For the past two days, Stephen had managed to catch a trail of what he thought might be the killer that was running loose. The trail had lead him to a random street in the peasant hovel. Stephen glanced around the place casually. Nothing out of the ordinary caught his eye; random filth littered the road, people and trash alike. Stephen wrinkled his nose as he searched around. An E.I.R.L. turned down the street he currently was on. Being in full assassin gear, he decided it would be best not to be spotted by the E.I.R.L.S. at the moment. Silently, he stepped into a small passageway off the street. The place was disgusting, far worse from where he had come from. It stunk of urine and another implacable scent. The place looked like a compost dump of rotten food, destroyed household items and other unrecognizable objects. Stephen was so busy resisting the urge to throw up that he never noticed the figure follow him into the alley way. A cloth was clamped over his nose and mouth by a firm hand. Surprise hit him as he tried to struggle away but the drug laced article took effect over him instantly. As he lost his consciousness he just managed to hear " 'ought yu 'ould sniff ma out, eh Rat? Ya 'eed ta be 'aught ah lesson."
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Stephen woke up to throbbing pain. His head felt like it had been beaten with a rock, most likely en effect from the strong drugs. He was laying sideways on a hard surface. Blinking he tried to focus on his surroundings. Alas, his efforts were in vain- he was gagged and blind folded. Fidgeting some, he quickly learned that his wrists and ankles were tightly bound as well. His right arm hurt terribly. A hazy memory of having been woken up by the force of a knife floated just out of his reach. There was a stickily liquid staining the clothing of his right side. From what he could tell with what few senses he had left, it was blood. His own blood. Someone must have put a gash in his arm. So this was his situation: he had been kidnapped; he had no idea where he was; he was hurt; chances of escape were slim; He was sure of two things though. First: The person who had kidnapped him was without a doubt the killer behind all those recent murders. Second: He was in huge trouble.
I hate I told you so's... mentally groaned the thief as she struggled in her bondage. She had attended the funeral as had been expected of her with her grandfather, but as soon as it was done and everyone had gone home, she had begun to get changed. Lefiruc demanded to know where she was going, and Ikuze had replied that she was going to work... The old man had tried to reason with her, citing that it wasn't safe with this murderer on the loose. The blue haired girl had gone towards the Theatre district anyway though, her hair covered by the wig and her attire suggesting a performer. Sade had wanted this performance tonight to be one that got people's minds off the recent spate of killings. To be safe though she'd taken the Thieve's Highway to go to her gig instead of the ground levels. Everything had gone well till she'd jumped down into the alleyway next to the bar.
That's when she'd been grabbed... and cut. Her assailant had had a knife and cut into her cheek for some reason before forcing a wet rag over her face. Her last thought before she succumbed to the darkness was that she was never going to hear the end of this from her grandfather. When she woke up she found her vision removed from her, as well as something filling her mouth. Her arms were bound tight behind her, as were her legs. The half-blood squirmed and groaned as she tried to break free for about a minute, although it felt like an hour to her before giving a grmph of indignation.
It was another day that made him wish he'd simply walked away from it all. At current, he was caught between a rock and another rock. The Queen's men were demanding answers to the recent string of killings, but no matter how many men he had out patrolling, the culprit still seemed to evade them and carry out another gruesome murder. But that wasn't the best part. No, the best part was that he was being asked, very quietly, to let the man do his work. After all, it was only Anders the killer was targeting, and who cared if he thinned the heard, so to speak. He'd told into which end they could stuff their advise, and they had threatened his job. Now he was balancing on slack wire; a slack wire that was swigging as he'd decided to try and win the Baron's respect and his daughters hand.
"Sir," his intercom buzzed as one of the Specialists from the front desk chimed in.
"Go ahead," he said, pressing the transmit button on the little silver box on his desk.
"I just sent a letter up to you, it's from that messenger boy." The woman responded.
Skye spun quickly in his chair and opened the little door where the pneumatic tube had delivered the message. If it was the messenger boy he was thinking of, then it was important. The last time it had been Cait's life on the line, he hoped it wasn't something similar. If the killer had harmed her...but no, the killer only targeted Anders. Still, something at the back of his brain was telling him to wake up. He ignored it.
The message was simple. "We need to talk," was all it said. He grabbed his coat and headed down the elevator, leaving no word to where he was going. Alistair could deal with things while he was out.
Half an hour later, he found himself in front of the very familiar hovel and knocked three times on the door. This was the only place he could think that the boy might be.
Post by Stephen Leland on Oct 2, 2014 13:34:45 GMT
Although there was ringing in his ears, Stephen managed to catch the sound of someone else struggling a little ways away from him. Maybe the killer had managed to catch another person while he was unconscious. Then again, it could be the killer himself murdering someone right in front of him. Taking his chances, he decided to make contact with whoever it was. 'Hey You!' he called but it only came out as a "Haa vuuz."
Post by Elaine Anncroft on Oct 2, 2014 14:45:44 GMT
Elaine stood apart from the crowd. Partly not to me noticed and also not to mess up any expensive machines. She could see her mother mingling with other merchants. Her ivy green eyes were red from crying. Elaine's father stood off to the side silently like she did. His face was solemn and his expression guarded. They knew Tourin much better than she did. Elaine had met him once or twice in the market when she was little. She remembered his grin. Nearly the whole city had come to see him and pay respects. Or at least that's what Elaine thought. People from every guild walked together. She noticed many from her own. But she hadn't seen Maeve, someone she considered to be a friend. Sighing she looked down at her hands. Murders had been popping up all over the city, but a select few were connected. She looked at her gloved hands. A small strike of rebellion welled up in her chest. She pulled her gloves off and threw them to the ground. Pale ivory claws gleamed back at her. What is going on and why? As if reflection could tell her. Someone was spilling Ander and human blood. Elaine just couldn't pin what side it was on. She made a small hissing noise in the back of her throat. This will be stopped. If I have any say in it.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Oct 2, 2014 18:56:04 GMT
Danny had kept digging around, but couldn't find much of anything to go off of. He returned to his hovel just as he saw the Commander approaching.
"Commander. We needa talk. Come inside." Danny spoke as he dropped down from the rooftops. He led the way around his hovel to its hidden back entrance. "This way please... the front's booby trapped." He quickly went inside and waited for the Commander before he continued speaking. "I got some bad news fer ya. 'ave you 'eard'a a group called Magicae Incolentium? Course ya 'ave... yer the 'ead of EIRAL. Anyways, I been doin' some diggin' fer the killer an' 'eard M.I. pop up every once in a while. Seems like one'a the reasons they ain' done nothin's 'cause they've been leaderless, but tha's changed. An' from what I 'ear, if EIRAL don't do somethin' about the killings, they're takin' matters inta their own 'ands." Danny paused to let what he was saying sink in before continuing. "I've gotta feelin' the killer'll go after one'a the 'igh an' mighty again. Someone prominent. It migh' be Cait, 'cause I'm thinkin' this killers the one who attacked 'er. She woulda been the first victim ta start this whole thing, wit Tourin as a backup. So wha' I'm 'opin' ya can do is this. Send guards ta protect all'a the nobles, then you, me, an' whoever else ya think's gonna work do a full city sweep fer 'im. We're bound ta find some trace'a the killer if we do." Danny adjusted his hat and goggles on his head. "An' if ya don' like tha' plan, then we use me as bait. I'm a full blown kitty cat, ya know. Migh' be a good idea... an' I gotta couple aces up my sleeves if things get 'airy."
Ikuze perked up her ears at the sound of someone else in the room with her, judging by the haa vuuz that came from her... right? The thief went over the various options she had right now. She could reply, or at least attempt to given the thing filling her mouth was stopping her from making that much noise with her mouth... or... The blue haired girl gave her bonds a quick tug before scrunching her face and deciding to try something. Incoming! she tried to say although it came out as "Hmmhmmng!" With that said, she rocked her body a little, delighting in the fact that there was nothing actually holding her to this spot. A few more rocks and she built enough momentum to roll towards the person in the room with her, using her hands whenever she was on her back to push a little more till eventually she bumped into them.
Her fingers immediately started to try and find her fellow prisoners own bonds from her restricted position before grumbling and surrendering that idea. All she could do, with the way whoever had taken her had tied her up, was roll around, and she wasn't about to try and do that again. Any ideas? she tried to ask, coming out as "Hnm ihmmm?"
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