Event Day of Long Shadows (Closed)

[Allister]

Madeira’s bond erupted with ire and Allister forgot all about the couple he was standing before and stumbling through an apology. He turned briskly, a large blue hand caught him by the shoulder and tried to turn the kelvic back around. The hyena had no time for games and niceties. He revolved with the tug and brought up his right forearm to block away the firm grip. The Akalak was holding his woman with the other arm and couldn’t stop the open-handed blow that was planted his his chest as ALlister used the momentum to throw his left hand into the man’s ribs. The resident of Alvadas was not overly strong nor skilled so it was not a punch thrown to inflict damage so much as to create space. Mission accomplished. With a few feet of breathing room, Allister turned on his boot heels and sprinted towards where he had last seen Madeira.

His black eyes swallowed up the chaos as a stall had been tipped over and candy bounced everywhere with children pocketing any that came their way. Allister didn’t care about any of that. He used his long arms and shocking appearance to shove, hustle and scare people out of his way. He growled at anyone who forced him to slow down and even tripped a human male by shoving him over a child stooped down to grab a treat. It felt like forever but Allister came up to find his bond mate on her hands and knees staring at some man in a blue robe. The hyena dropped his shoulder into a scurrying woman trying to get away from the commotion and the resulting shockwave that traveled through the pale, tattooed body broke his lips free of their tightly held line to reveal a grimace which matched his widened eyes to give the kelvic a thoroughly crazed expression.

Allister dropped down on one knee, his other boot coming down behind the small blonde as his hands delicately touched her back and the nearest elbow. One might have gotten dizzy or even ill if they tried to mimic the elastic property that his neck and torso took one while he frantically scoured her body for serious injuries. “Madeira! Are you ok?” He poured his concern into the bond, the rage he felt quickly dispersed once he saw the frail spiritist. The poor excuse for an entertainer was a bit slow on the uptake and it took nearly a chime for him to realize that his idol was no longer angry- but afraid. In the back of his mind, as if it was coming from far away, a sobering rant from another of Madeira’s ghosts filled Allister’s ears. What did he say? Overrun??

The kelvic didn’t wait for answers. He didn’t ask permission. He threw his arms around Madeira’s smaller frame until he could grab his own forearms and hoisted against her ribcage. He used his legs, back and arms all at once with a grunt that rumbled from deep in his gut. His body ached from the sudden exertion but he didn’t care about the aching muscles, protesting tendons or the burst of sweat from his brow and neck. “We’re leaving.” He said plainly but loudly. The hyena looked around but did not release her though he did loosen his grasp so that she could stand on her own. The inky orbs looked like they might pop out of his pale sockets as he scanned around the Warrens. He saw far off buildings but nothing that he recognized but how could he? Then he saw the park where he had trained. Trees and lots of flowers would save them but the building full of blue giants right next to it might!

“This way!” Allister curled an arm around Madeira’s waist to turn her in the right direction but his hand slipped across her back until he it stole her hand in a fierce grasp. He took a few steps then looked back at the group, his other hand stretched out and pointed from underneath the heavy purple croc-skin towards a large building across the street. “They have weapons and warriors in there! We’ll be safe!!” He gave a tug at the hand he held and his eyes dropped to the blue oceans of his bond mate. He pleaded with his face and his tension through the bond for her to listen to him this one time- to let him lead her to safety.

Thanks to Asterope for the Images

[Taurina]

There was a tartness to the green hard candy. Something almost sour, yet not completely for it was sweet as well which made it a pleasant treat for one who so rarely had them. Taurina decided just this experience made the journey out of the apartment worth it. Something different, something new. Her curiosity had been made content. A part of her was ready to leave then, go home and find something to do with her hands. She did not really need to be another person working to swell the crowds and it was not as though she had a child to watch. Yet, at the same time, she was not quite ready to leave. The energy of the day almost too enticing to resist.

Taurina continued wandering with this debate occupying her thoughts. To stay or not to stay? She finished the last of the lollipop, deciding that the second one would go to Alek so she could enjoy a piece of the day too since she had not come out. The left over stick of the green candy was thrown in the nearest bin, and Taurina found herself lost after that. Unsure of where she wished to go, what she wanted to see. She thought about leaving the warrens and finding herself a nice spot where she might sketch. The journal and a couple pieces of charcoal were in her pack after all, along with a few mizas, her waterskin, and the dagger she did not know how to use but carried anyway.

Lips pursed and the Eth sighed to herself as her gaze wandered over to a grouping of laughing children. There was a pair of Konti girls playing with something string-like and long, giggling as they pulled it and ate it off their fingers. The girls were young, one a year or two older than the other. Taurina might have guessed their ages, but their race was long lived and always looked to be far younger than they actually were. Taurina decided it was not worth trying to guess and just smiled, finding there to be something joyous in the innocent happiness of the girls as they pulled at the candy.

If it would not have been considered to be very strange and impolite, Taurina might have just watched them for a time. Maybe even gotten out her journal right there and found somewhere to sit while she recreated that happiness with charcoal upon the parchment. She considered it, but the sound of a mother so excited about finding her child distracted the Ethaefal and when she looked back to the girls she found they had disappeared. Brow furrowing, Taurina turned her gaze back where the mother had gone and found herself drawn to the scene.

Taurina was no mother, not in this life. She did not understand fully the plight of a woman who had lost their child, their most precious of loves, but she did understand sadness. She did understand loss, and what it was like to think the one so longed for was found only to find it was another. So when she saw the Konti women dressed in her fine clothes with so much jewelry begin to cry without restraint, the Ethaefal could not help herself. She had to know. She had to help. Her shyness and dislike of socializing was forgotten and she walked up to the Konti and the other blonde who seemed human, but maybe not completely. Taurina was not sure, did not take the time to consider and care.

“Ma’am?” Taurina asked gently in her pavi accented, but not distorted, common, “can I help? I couldn’t help but hear that you are searching for your daughter. Naralia, right? Where did you last see her?”

Concern lined the Eth’s almost gentle caramel gaze. She did not stop to consider about the plague that was raging through Riverfall, or anything for that matter. All that concerned her was the bawling mother who ached so greatly for her child. Taurina was determined to help her find the girl, help make what was broken whole again.

Common | Pavi | 'Thoughts'

[Salara Kel'Halavath]

Having handed out nearly all of the tickets she'd purchased, Salara spoke to the two children who had yet to scamper away to trade their promissory bits for their favorite tasty treat. Her efforts to dissuade the unholy chant had been successful and she was ready to continue her way although a tiny prickle of instinct suggested the day was growing short foretold by the longer shadows along the cobbled streets.

The young Akalak boy smiled shyly up at her with a spritely turquoise gaze as the green eyed Konti girl passed a ticket to him while answering her politely, "Thank you kindly, ma'am." Salara's smile twisted ironically at being called 'ma'am', but before she could correct the young lady they were interrupted by the frantic-edged relief of a young mother in an ice blue gown and silver braided through her hair.

'Naralia! I was worried sick! You were supposed to stay by mommy!' But the relief was short-lived in a case of mistaken identity.

Who could blame the distraught mother, as for Salara, all the tow-headed girls resembled each other. Concern edged her gaze as she looked between the two - mother and mistaken child; but before she could turn full attention to being addressed another commotion caught her attention, leaving the Konti mother to the concerned question of a petite woman with brown and blonde hair and a Pavi lilt, 'Where did you last see her...'

A ripple of dread, such as a stone makes in a pool of water, washed through the crowd past her originating from the repercussion just across the aisle. A collision and commotion with the pair she'd noted earlier. Salara's keen ears picked up a fretful comment.... 'this place is going to be overrun by those things that everybody is afraid of..." Her instinct flared full warning as she looked about noticing the encroaching darkness among people who were beginning to mill about in mindless directions. The Kuvay'Nas overseeing the crowd would soon be overwhelmed - No Help There.

There wasn't a thing she could do about everyone, but there might be something she could do about someone...

Forcing a calming deep breath, she looked to the children before her first, "Go. Find your parents and leave the Warren!" Green and turquoise eyes, seen as shades of gray in her damaged sight, widened in nodding heads as both dart away still clasping hands. Salara turned to the mother and the Drykas woman, "We need to find your daughter, Now!"

Turning about the Kelvic focuses her attention on every pale blonde child looking for a tightly braided bun, the only quickly defining feature mentioned. Like a child's game of 'What's Different' she sorted through the kaleidoscope of increasingly milling peoples while considering how a lost child should be acting.

As shadows grow maleficent and mundane, she joins the mother and the human to search calling out for the girl-child - "NARALIA?!"

Roaming quickly through vendor's booths, past people dithering here and there, perhaps...maybe... was the lone girl standing in a sliver of sunlight just ahead?

Gift from Rohka <3

[Jomi]

Jomi, still crouched in front of the stall, turned back to Emma as the rest of the group made their way towards them. As Madeira began to chastise him, the dark haired ghost rolled his eyes skyward and pulled a mocking face to the enjoyment of the squealing ghost child.

A muffled thump was the only warning he had as Madeira and a strange man toppled through him and into the stall. The ghost startled and his disrupted mists blew outward, losing shape and substance and sending a chill through the nearby crowd. The air filled with the musical tinkling of crushed glass, and Emma's laughter morphed into a shriek of fright as she watched Madeira fall hard on splinted wood. As the dust settled Jomi's unmaterialized form picked his way through the pressing bodies, silently and discreetly looking over his mistress for obvious injuries as she gingerly rose to her knees.

Satisfied that his meal ticket wasn’t hurt, Jomi settled in for some entertainment as she locked eyes with the hooded man. He was always eager to watch the Master Spiritist give a verbal beatdown to someone that wasn't him.

But suddenly the fight in her eyes vanished, replaced by a high strung fear that rolled off her body in waves.

"We're leaving. Right now."

Her voice was high and stressed, a tone that the ghost had come to associate with danger. Allister materialized at Madeira’s elbow and pulled her to her feet as Jomi drifted closer to the group, a nervousness energy began to vibrate throughout his mist. The skinny Kelvics eyes were ablaze with the same soul crushing fear his bonded had, and it seemed to spread like an infection into the milling crowd as there eyes shifted nervously to one another.

As the ginger ghost took the lead, rising above the crowd to scan for threats, Jomi gathered himself in front of the blue hooded man to look him in the face. His eyes were wide and glassy, his face twisted and streaked with tears. He just might be scared and vulnerable enough to be possessed by a weak spirit, Jomi noted, should they have a need for an extra body.

As the ghost studied the new face Huriks tight, hushed voice drifted down to the group, and sent a chill straight to his core. “I knew it. That petcher just caught on to the signs before anybody else has. In a couple chimes this place is going to be overrun by those things that everybody is afraid of.”

Jomi's unmaterialized form began hissing audibly. “Oh shyke the shadows. The petching shadows!”

With a flurry of motion Allister spun his bondmate and pointed to a far off building.

“This way! They have weapons and warriors in there! We’ll be safe!!”

[Madeira Dusk]

Madeira never got her answer.

The panicked man was still sobbing on his knees when a wiry arm caught her around the ribs and hauled her to her feet. Allister's body popped and snapped as joints realigned and he set her down. Emma, confused by the collision and the tension in the air, burst into tears. Hurik and Jomi were both on alert, bristling like guard dogs as they honed in to her fear.

The packed market was reacting to the sudden dramatic change in atmosphere like a rippling pond. The fear radiated outward slowly, and those who did not see what had happened were already grabbing their children or calling for their partners. Something was wrong, and the crowed could sense it.

Allister was pulling Madeira away by the hand, leaving the sobbing man behind as the crush of people immediately blocked their view. Some part of her resisted her bondmate. She wanted to warn the maddened crowed and the children still underfoot. But the more logical side of her realized there was little she could do for these strangers besides start a panic. Her responsibility was to her own people first, until they were safe nothing else mattered.

The Kelvic was willing her along with his body as well as his mind. He was taking action, and with their bond cracking with unspoken will he compelled Madeira to stay quiet and listen to him. So she did. She put her trust in her partner and lengthened her stride to match his pace. He was pointing to a low building in the distance, and proclaimed it to be full of weapons and warriors.

"Ok," she mumbled as she tried to organize her thoughts. "Jomi, tell them what's happened, and that we are coming!" she shouted to her ghost, indicated the low building they were running for. Her and Allister were fighting the crowed and their own exertion, but the ghost had no such limitation. If he put his mind to it he could arrive well before they did.

And as one last precaution she called over her shoulder to the little girl: "Emma, come!" The ghost's cry was cut off mid-wail, and a few people looked up in alarm as the ghost blinked through them. When Emma caught up and hit her body, Madeira stumbled for half a step but kept moving. She moved her soul aside and let the child settle unobtrusively in the empty space, and felt much better to have her near.

As he was physically bigger and much more imposing, Madeira let Allister lead the fight through the press of people. She stuck close behind him, holding tight to his hand as her eyes flickering nervously from shadow to shadow watching for movement. The sweet smell of candy and the last of the laugher was still rising from the fringes of the market, and Madeira wondered how things had unraveled so quickly. This one day everyone had turned out to celebrate spring and lighthearted fun in defiance of dangerous times. Now deep in her bones Emma flickered as her spirit cried.

They crashed their way through the people and a sparse garden, until they came upon the low stone building. The roof was pointed and the eves low, the walls lined with windows that reflected the Syna's high light so they couldn't see inside. A powerful smell of powdered wood and sweat lingered about the place, and Madeira realized she had been there before. It was the Kendoka Sasaran, where she once exorcise an Akalak ghost.

As they approached, she prayed to whichever god was listening that they would be safe inside.

[Taurina]

Something in the atmosphere was changing. The once lighthearted energy of the day disappeared in a slow blink as laughter faded and fear pressed in. The swollen crowd of people was becoming like a solid wall of chaos as they tried to get out. Tried to escape. Some were calm and kept their heads, others -mainly the children- were not and let tears of anxiety redden their faces. What exactly had been said, what had been revealed, was unknown to the Ethaefal. But she did notice the change. She noticed that the day of Syna light and pleasant times was coming to an abrupt end.

The Konti mother was a frantic mess and getting answers out of her was near impossible. Taurina tried to be patient and repeated her question, but the only answer she got was “I don’t know, I don’t know” over and over choked by tears. The Drykas squeezed her eyes shut and pulled in a breath. Something was beginning to knot tight in her stomach as worry settled in. How was she meant to help if she had no information? How was she meant to help when everyone else was trying to leave?

Taurina’s caramel gaze snapped open as children were sent away in a firm order and the demand to find the woman’s daughter was made. The Eth did not know who this other blonde woman was, but she seemed to have it more together or at least knew what she was doing. How they could help. Taurina nodded silently, that knot in her stomach still pulled tight. Nothing felt right.

“Naralia?!” Taurina joined in the shouting, unsure if it would work.

A tight little blonde bun, violet eyes, little girl. Taurina had gotten some facts through the mother’s frantic words. The Drykas looked out over the crowd, Konti and humans all blurring together. She stepped towards them, knowing it was likely a mistake to get involved in the brewing chaos. No little girl was going to be found in there. All that was going to happen was that those searching were going to get lost themselves.

Taurina shook her head and moved towards the blonde who had taken charge. She seemed more clear headed than the worried mother. She would likely see that they needed a plan instead of just entering the swarm shouting the child’s name and hoping for the best. Taurina saw her weaving through vendors along the edge of the crowd where there were few. Smart. The Drykas joined her.

“We need a plan,” Taurina tried to tell her, “we are not going to find her… this way..”

The woman seemed to take pause, her gaze fixing on something. Taurina followed it to maybe see what the other saw. A breath caught in her throat as the scene was painted before her. A little girl with a tight woven bun standing in a sliver of sunlight. Could that really be her? Could they really be so fortunate?

“Naralia?!” Taurina started moving towards the girl, calling the name of the one they searched for.

It was halfway there that she noticed something that made her stall. Breath turned shallow and fearful, her feet taking her a step back. Those were shadows surrounding the girl. Shadows that grew and shaped into things they were not meant to be. The panic of the people suddenly made sense.

“We can’t…” She looked to the blonde woman and shook her head, eyes wide, “we can’t save her there. The Shadows.. We need to get out of here.”

Taurina forced herself into a panicked calm as she tried to keep her head, fear wrapping its familiar talons over her heart. She wanted to run. Her desire to help waned as the need to stay safe, to protect herself, to make it home to her bondmate took over. But she did not wholly want to leave the girl to the fate awaiting in those shadows either. A part of her wanted to see the girl, her mother, and even the blonde be able to go home too.

“Do you know a way we can all get out of here?”

Common | Pavi | 'Thoughts'

[Salara Kel'Halavath]

'We need a plan. We are not going to find her this way...,' a touch fearful, more despirate, and feeling a bit overwhelmed herself she recognized the young woman's logic as her gaze focused more clearly on the child's slight form ahead and to their right.

Centered within a shaft of sunlight between the shade of several booths the young Konti's wide liquid eyes were anxiously searching each face that hurried by as her hands hugged and wrung what looked to be a well loved rag doll against the rapid breaths of her tiny chest. The image of a child lost is always a heartbreaking thing - ALONE while the fear of strangers battled the desperate desire to ask for help; but even more so now as fear grew to panic within the crowd and nary a kind face offered aid.

The booths were of inconsistent heights. Each patterned a chorus of colored and striped happiness belying the onerous shade they caused. Within which Shadows undulated, reaching within inches and feet of the girl, with seemingly malevolent intelligence in the anticipation of their lengthening access as Syna dropped lower in the sky.

'Naralia?!' The Drykas, it seemed, had followed her gaze identifying their quarry as well. As she stepped forward, Salara hissed through her teeth while her left hand reached out with a light touch to elbow to pause her momentum as her right reached to more forcefully clasp the frantic mother's forearm tightly at her gasp of recognition.

"Wait, do not call out to her yet, else she leave the light and be Taken within the shade," Salara warned knowing things could turn bad if they didn't think things through yet each tick was precious. A plan... A Plan... they needed A PLAN!

Her gaze quickly calculated the heights of the booths whose slightly back-sloped roofs still shown bright in the evening sun. The Kelvic noted the girl stood within the light passing over the lowest booth to the west which also still brightened a shelf circling the adjacent northern booth upon which colorful condiments offered themselves to any reach. An idea began to tickle her thoughts as doubts reared up in challenge. Did she have the strength? Could she pull it off? Regardless, there wasn't any doubt she ...they all had to try.

'We can’t save her there. The Shadows.. We need to get out of here.' Sensing the skittishness, her amber eyes pleaded 'I can't do this alone' to the Drykas who surely had a more level head than the mother at the moment.

'Do you know a way we can all get out of here?' While keeping a clutch upon the mother 's arm to ensure her attention, she continued speaking to them both, "I have a plan but I need your help."

"UP! We have to get her up on a roof where the light still shines brightly." Forcing any waver from her voice she dared not allow her doubts to be heard. "I can get up there and pull her up, but Naralia will have to try to climb some as well. You must calm your fears for the girl's sake and explain what we are about because I will not be able to speak to her until I get up there. Then I will toss her down to you."

Then they would have to figure out how to save themselves. But First Things First.

She searched their eyes to gauge their understanding and acceptance of her plan, "Above all, for Kelwyn's sake, encourage her to stay within the light!"

Gift from Rohka <3

[Jomi]

"Jomi, tell them what's happened, and that we are coming!"

Jomi's eyes flickered nervously back towards the crowd before settling back down on his mistress. This was typicality the point where self preservation would win out and the cowardly ghost would run to save his own skin. The last three years of living as an after image that could only experience the world as a passive observer had soured any empathy Jomi had during his life. But the steely look in Madeira eyes lit a fire in his own, so the ghost, suppressing his instinct to flee or fib, nodded once and blinked out of the crowed. His mists churned with the sudden movement, whipping ferociously around the faded outline of his body as the milling crowed started at his sudden appearance. Jomi lined up his vision to the low unassuming building on the hill and began gathering his mists. He focused his mind on where he wanted to go with a laser focus as he shot his mists forward like a spring loaded toy. His sense of sound and sight cut off for a fraction of a tick as his mists propelled him forward another few meters as he blinked up the hill.

———


With one final push Jomi shot his mists into the pale stone building, where the quiet scenic city was replaced by the crashing of weapons and bodies. A large group of human and Akalak were engaged in a mock battle, massive blue green and red bodies levelled each other with punishing blows as they moved around the Sasaran.

Jomi eyed two fighters in the centre of the room, a tall dark red Akalak duel wielding wooden Lakens was sparing with a blue Akalak of a smaller stature, who was fending him off with a practice spear.

Jomi focused on the mat they were standing on and shot his mists towards it, for a fraction of a tick the entire world went dark before exploding back into vibrate clashing sound. Jomi blinked into the middle of the skirmish arms out wide and waving franticly, startling the young blue Akalak in front of him. He watched the blue man’s breath catch in his throat and stumble a half-step back as the words spilled out of Jomi’s mouth in broken Turkant.

“I need you, come! Something happening at the swee-“

A wooden Lacken thrust though the ghosts centre mass followed by a broad red arm and continued into the sternum of the stunned Akalak. The blue mans mouth gapped but he made no sound as he fell to his knees, unable to catch his breath.

The red Akalak stepped through the ghost and shook his head disapprovingly down at his opponent. Making a pointed effort to avoid eye contact with the ghost.

“Had this been a real fight you would be dead. Don’t give in to distraction.” He stated dismissively as he sidestepped the ghost and fell back into a fighting stance. Lakens held firmly in front of him with his knees slightly bent he call out to the man on the floor. “Again!”

Jomi hadn’t moved, he stood stunned on the mat as the battle raged on around him, translucent hands balled into fists as he scanned the Sasaran. Not one of the brutes so much as looked up from their training or acknowledged the ghost.

Jomi’s mists began to pulse erratically as a bubbling anger brewed in his belly. Madeira was the only one he knew that treated ghosts as sentient beings deserving of respect. He had forgotten that to the rest of society a ghost was typically seen as either a threat or a nuisance. And now that prejudice could get the people he cared about killed.

Jomi’s vision began to swim as the mists in his body tore towards the tips of his fingers, weaving themselves into a solid barrier as he rushed the giant red man. The ghost raised his mists up towards the man’s face and jabbed his materialized fingers into both of his pale gold eyes.

The Akalak made a pained grunt as he instinctively twisted his head away and raised his weapon for a downward strike, only or it to cut into empty air. The ghost’s mists parted easily for the wooden weapon only to stitch themselves back together after it had passed. Jomi brought his hands back and forced the protruding digit back into his eye. Grinding into the closed lid with all his might as the man continued his backwards retreat, arms raised in defence and head twisting in vain to pull out of the ghosts reach.

After he had finally had enough the red man dropped his Lakens with a loud spitting curse and brought his hands up to his eyes to shield them from the searching mists. But the ghosts soulmist wormed its way through the cracks between his fingers and the flesh of his hands and continued the onslaught.

The scene the pair were making started grabbing the attention of the students. They circled the pair clutching their ineffective weapons and eyeing each other in confusion unsure how to help distract an angry ghost, or even if they should.

Now with the rooms attention on him Jomi began to speak. He screamed each Turkant word and punctuated it with a forceful jab into the man sensitive flesh.


Put!

Your!

Toys!

Down!

And!

Listen!

To!

ME!


There was a lengthy, uncomfortable silence as the ghost stopped his attack and drifted back. Still hovering eye level with the red Akalak as he raised himself to his full height, hesitantly lowered his arms and opened his red, irritated eyes. And Jomi, having worked out his anger and finally having control of the room did his best to speak in a calm and controlled manner although his broken Turkant made that difficult.

“The dark things are…back, they are attacking sweetfestival. Some run here to seek shelter.”

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[Madeira Dusk]

Grades Awarded!

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Madeira Craven

Skills

• Endurance: 1xp
• Socialization: 1xp
• Leadership: 3xp
• Interrogation: 1xp
• Running: 1xp
• Tactics: 1xp

Lores

• Riverfall Festival: Sweetday
• Endurance: suffering through discomfort
• Sweetday: Emma's favorite holiday
• Leadership: herding a group
• Interrogation: demanding answers
• Allister: capable of leadership
• Leadership: issuing commands
• Tactics: organizing defense in a crisis

Awards & Retribution


Notes

Allister

Skills

• Endurance: 2xp
• Observation: 2xp
• Unarmed Combat: 1xp
• Running: 1xp
• Intimidation: 1xp
• Leadership: 1xp
• Persuasion: 1xp

Lores

• Endurance: suffering through discomfort
• Madeira: her happiness is all that matters
• Allister: jealous of Ssanya
• Unarmed Combat: throwing the first punch
• Intimidation: using kelvic animal features to scare
• Persuasion: the use of pleading

Awards & Retribution


Notes
I think I might have gone light on you, especially with the lores. Let me know if I missed anything!

Taurina

Skills

• Socialization: 2xp
• Endurance: 1xp
• Philosophy: 1xp
• Planning: 2xp
• Investigation: 2xp
• Meditation: 1xp

Lores

• Riverfall Festival: Sweetday!
• Endurance: building emotional fortitude
• Lore of Riverfall fashion
• Philosophy: the importance of childhood and innocence
• Investigation: asking pertinent questions
• Meditation: deep breaths

Awards & Retribution


Notes
She's still one of my favorite characters. She's so heartbroken and lonely and surprisingly not very nifty in a crisis. I hope she comes back soon!

Jomi

Skills

• Materialization: 3xp
• Soulmist Projection: 2xp

Lores

• Riverfall Festival: Sweetday!
• Lore of pranks
• Lore of disobedience
• Observation: sensing fear in another
• Bravery: staying to help another
• Distraction: causing a scene
• Ghosts: seen as dangers or pests

Awards & Retribution


Notes
Begone, demon!

Hurik

Skills

• Materialization: 2xp
• Soulmist Projection: 1xp

Lores

• Riverfall Festival: Sweetday!
• Philosophy: illusions are not always magical
• Lore of reflection on the undead condition
• Lore of 'blinking'
• Intimidation: wordlessly threatening violence
• Scouting: relaying information

Awards & Retribution


Notes
I miss my verbose ghost pal <3