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Castle Commons - 24th of Winter, 513 AV
It really wasn't very common to see Jebediah in a place like this. He usually stayed up in the Dust Bed with his silent friends and the city liked it that way. Mothers sometimes told tales of the pale man who tended to the lost generations and lived in the past together with the lonesome spirits of the long dead and most of the city knew who Jebediah was, as a result, even if he hadn't been such a public figure in the city for all that long. Part of peoples' suspicion against him came from his consorting with the ghosts and overall rate of success in actually doing so, but he was harmless as few unless you disturbed the resting places of the deceased. Therefore, most people had the good sense to stay out of the graveyard unless they had business with lost family, or Jebediah himself. ... as rare as that was.
Today, he was down in Sunberth's core. It was an unusual sight, and one that unsettled more than several. People gave him a wide berth, letting the phantom of a man stand on his own in the midst of the crowd. His shoulders slouched and his pale complexion on top of this made him look like a walking dead man, or something close to it. His overall complexion and tired, distant look only served to enhance this impression and keep people at a greater distance. He was silent, for the most part, except for when he wasn't; "I think they're angry with me!," he called out. It was noon, and it was the sixth time he'd called. None had really dared approaching him to ask him for more information, however, so his call never changed. He just repeated himself, tiredly following the onlookers with his eyes as they circled around him and vanished into the crowd, stepping away from the town square and departing the Castle Commons entirely. Jebediah remained, not moving an inch from the spot he'd found himself.
"I really think they're angry! I need help!"
Today, he was down in Sunberth's core. It was an unusual sight, and one that unsettled more than several. People gave him a wide berth, letting the phantom of a man stand on his own in the midst of the crowd. His shoulders slouched and his pale complexion on top of this made him look like a walking dead man, or something close to it. His overall complexion and tired, distant look only served to enhance this impression and keep people at a greater distance. He was silent, for the most part, except for when he wasn't; "I think they're angry with me!," he called out. It was noon, and it was the sixth time he'd called. None had really dared approaching him to ask him for more information, however, so his call never changed. He just repeated himself, tiredly following the onlookers with his eyes as they circled around him and vanished into the crowd, stepping away from the town square and departing the Castle Commons entirely. Jebediah remained, not moving an inch from the spot he'd found himself.
"I really think they're angry! I need help!"
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OOCA bit on the short side, maybe, but this is just to give an opening for participants to approach him and ask any questions they have about the trouble he's found himself in. Post in whichever order you like, but we'll be maintaining the order you set now throughout the thread. I will respond as soon as everyone else has, or I'll post again in a week if not everyone has posted.