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
George popped his head over and went to retrieve her. He helped boost her over and she perched herself at the top of the wall, holding out her small hand for him to take in order to assist George as well, but he was able to do it on his own. Tentatively, she climbed her way down, and turned to face Lefiruc. As he asked her how he could help, she looked down at the paper she had clasped tightly in her palm, the note from M.I., and held it out to him with worried eyes so that maybe he could tell her what it meant.
Post by Jasper "Anders" Pickett on Dec 29, 2014 20:22:32 GMT
A few minutes passed before Jasper realized that no one was coming and with a long drawn-out sigh that transformed into a puff of wispy steam as it escaped his lips he stood. "I guess I could look around out here for a bit." he thought to silently as his cold toes touched the frosty stone. He decided he'd start looking over by the floating sigils then carefully comb over the stairs. If it wasn't there he decided begrudgingly that he might have to enter the building unattended.
"You know what they say: Ignorance is bliss, and while I might not be as ignorant as I seem, I intend to live in bliss for as long as I can." -Jasper, All in the Family Note: I enjoy quoting myself
There was one drawer left. She pulled it out too, sighing and leaning back on her heels as she began to dig. The effort of dragging it out snagged on the floorboards where they hadn't scraped before. This drawer was new. This stack untouched. It was the last drawer. The last box of memories of her mothers. She stopped and looked for a moment. saddened. After she went through this, there would be no more surprises left to discover. No more heirlooms to unfold.
Having procrastinated long enough, Clair tugged the lid from the top of the final box and turned her face away from the cloud of dust that POOFED up in her face. She wiped her sleeve across her eyes then squinted down at what she might find inside. Perhaps they were shoes, perhaps love letters of the girl her mother had once been, maybe there were just more sweaters, or maybe something more.... maybe less.
George popped his head over and went to retrieve her. He helped boost her over and she perched herself at the top of the wall, holding out her small hand for him to take in order to assist George as well, but he was able to do it on his own. Tentatively, she climbed her way down, and turned to face Lefiruc. As he asked her how he could help, she looked down at the paper she had clasped tightly in her palm, the note from M.I., and held it out to him with worried eyes so that maybe he could tell her what it meant.
"Ah, I see." said Lefiruc as the young lass showed him the message. "Well, what's happening is, we're looking for pages to a very old book. A book that is said to have knowledge about our kind that has been thought lost for a very long time." the older man explained slowly so that each of the words would be understood properly. "The problem is, there are some people who think that this is a bad thing, and want to destroy the pages before we can find them. So, its a race to find the pages. And I think one of them is in this Garden somewhere." Lefiruc explained before he nodded to George, the butler taking point position. "So... shall we go on this scavenger hunt together?" he asked the girl, holding out a hand for her to take if she wanted.
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Jan 9, 2015 20:26:06 GMT
Someone called her name and made her feel like a deer in headlights for a moment, but the feeling faded when she realized it was the umbrella man, and not the gang she flipped off. Mae didn't have the faintest idea where to start searching, besides tailing the gang of anti-ander dungheads. First though, she was going to go home and change. She needed clothes she could move in, things she could climb jump and run in, if need be. She made a hasty retreat down the alley and cut across town to the hovel, creeping back home to grab her duds. Inside the old shack she sat on a dusty box full of her grandfathers junk to untie her boots and switch out her britches before tying the worn down footwear on again. Her rump left an impression in the layer of dust, and when she went to shove her arms in the coat sleeves, she noticed she'd smeared free some print on the top of the cardboard. Leaning closer she dusted the rest away to read what was beneath.
Post by Stephen Leland on Jan 26, 2015 4:01:17 GMT
Stephen was meandering around the square when he spotted a familiar face. A frown graced his lips as he walked over to Max, who was currently muttering near the central fountain. "Are you quiet alright? Last I checked, fountains do not talk so why are you trying to have a conversation with one? Are you really that desperate...?" Stephen really had nothing to do so annoying Max seemed like the best entertainment at the moment.
If there was ever a time when Max did not want to deal with the leader of her guild, it was now. She looked up at him, her eyes as daggers ready to piece him. She normally never showed emotion, but now simply was not the time to criticize her actions. “I’m sorry, Sir Prissy Noble, not all of us have an easy life like you, and a large sum of EMP would help with that.” She exhaled and returned to her normal look, granted it took a little effort. “It’s frustrating to have no idea what a clue means,” she added, seeing as he was still standing there.
"I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone." -Lord Byron
Post by Stephen Leland on Jan 26, 2015 16:56:14 GMT
Although he had not known Max very long, he had been with her enough to tell that right now she had something quite troublesome on mind. Wonderful. What was he about to get himself mixed up in. Stephen rolled his eye and continued with an exasperated sigh "No one has it easy; If you think that way, you are a fool."
Crossing his arms he went on “So what exactly is this… clue that you speak of? I do hope it is nothing illegal” After a short pause he corrected himself “Well, nothing that we would consider illegal that is.” The 'we' of course meant CAEsAL. Queens, they killed people for a living. If that was not illegal then he really had no knowledge of this world.
Max scoffed at him. “Oh right, I forgot you’ve been living under a rock since you ran away from home. But I thought you would have heard about the hunt for pages of an old ander book. And how some people are paying 500 EMP per page.” She turned away from him and looked at the fountains again, expecting him to run off and find the pages himself. If only there was a way to make sense of the clue. There was one location that came to mind, but she would never go near that place.
"I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone." -Lord Byron
Post by Stephen Leland on Jan 26, 2015 21:59:22 GMT
Although originally the noble would have berated her for those comments, the mentioned of the ander book peaked his interest. Instead of storming away, he sat down on the fountain next to her, but not too close. He did not want the woman to think that he liked her or anything. "Tell me about this book. Are you searching for it's pages as well? Do you have any clues as to where they might be?" he asked, all business now.
“I know nothing except what I already told you. I was searching. And perhaps,” she answered his three questions quickly. She didn’t like how he sat down near her. Why couldn’t he just wander off and leave her to think? It was quickly growing very annoying. Hopefully someone would come up to talk to him or something. Anything to get him away from her.
"I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone." -Lord Byron
Post by Stephen Leland on Jan 28, 2015 18:36:17 GMT
Although annoyed with her brisk attitude, he pressed on for more information. "What do you mean you were searching? Did you give up? I doubt this little search and rescue mission for these pages could be THAT difficult" he scoffed.
“If you think it’s so easy then why don’t you run off and find a page then?” Max held her usual gaze, but on the inside she was glaring at him. Why was he bothering her so much? Why wouldn’t he just leave? She really hoped someone would show up and talk to him, else she may be stuck here with him for far too long.
"I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone." -Lord Byron
Now his annoyance was starting to compete with his curiosity. If she kept up this hostile attitude, he might just shove the ungrateful brat into the fountain and walk off. "Well, I can't bloody well do that with the minimal information that you have given me. If you have any clues I would be willing to help you out as long as you let me promise that once they are located, I shall be permitted to examine these pages in detail." Finding something from this mysterious shadow world would be ground breaking. Maybe it would help unlock some of the mysteries surrounding the foreign blood that flowed through his, other Anders and Half-Anders alike.
Who knows, maybe they could open the portal again. Then again, that might not be the wisest of ideas. Why would a race like the Anders subject themselves to a cruel discriminating world like this one when they had their own dimension. A conversation a while ago popped into his head: Danny had brought up information about creatures called Shadow beasts. Though he had very little to base his theory off of, these shadow beasts might be just the creatures the Anders deserted their world for.
“I can’t trust you not to take the page and run with it. And I’m honestly surprised if you’d trust me enough not to do the same,” Max replied, looking the annoying redhead right in the eyes. “Besides, my clue led me nowhere, and I know the streets of Lodan well.” She continued to stare at him, hoping he’d get unnerved. She was ready to get up and walk off if this exchange continued much longer.
"I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone." -Lord Byron
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