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
Post by Aldvar Ragnulf on May 10, 2017 17:17:45 GMT
"Perhaps we should..." Aldvar started, his eyes darting to the man in the trash can once again. That couldn't be good for the fellow... but he was being unbelievably rude, and likely deserved such... He would trust Edelweiss' judgement on this, he supposed... Shaking his head, he turned backs "Er - I am sorry about that, I... uh..." What could be said?
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on May 11, 2017 0:33:13 GMT
"Do... you need a doctor?" 'Or a healer', she added in her mind. From the way he was acting he didn't seem all that alright. And Aldvar wasn't Amon in their pre-dating times, nor even met more times before the present, so seeing him aparently brain-freezing for no reason was strange. Was he having a super strong migraine or something...
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Aldvar Ragnulf on May 17, 2017 17:50:41 GMT
"Oh- oh no! No I do not need... a doctor..." He exclaimed, guilt boiling up over worrying her. "I... had... perhaps one too many last night and I am... not fully recovered." It wasn't a total lie... but perhaps was not the best excuse after what had just gone down...
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on May 18, 2017 4:11:35 GMT
"...Oh." Was all she responded with at first. Well, not a super migraine but a super hangover it is, then. It was close enough to her first guess, she supposed - and, by consequence...
"There's a pressure point on people's wrists that may quell the queasy feeling, if I may try?" She reached out a hand to check his own, if he allows it. Her previous offer of a healer still applied if he needs assistance. It was the last time she'd offer it now though, and consider the topic dismissed if he refuses; there is no worth in helping someone who didn't want help, if all the issue posed was a minor inconvenience.