The Purging

After Moirean took over the Carnifex, Aldric sought her out to see about rejoining. Seeing as he'd already been one of the Tainted in the guild before and had done all the requirements, something else was created. A new ritual for those that had been part of the guild and deserted it, a way for them to properly earn the title back. 

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From somewhere high above, the deep, rumbling call of a warhorn reverberates across the mountains.

(Carnifex): Medeya, the gatewarden says, "Carnifex, the warhorn has been blown! You are needed at the Keep!"                                                          
Courtyard of the Shadow Keep.

A set of maple stocks stand here. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the 
ground. A heavy case of sleek obsidian has been set here. Eyes abysmal pits of darkness, a leathery-
winged nightmare paws the ground idly. A large mastiff is here, growling softly. A mire hound is 
sniffing at the remains of some small animal. Commander Moirean Seirath is here. She is riding on a 
donkey. She wields a chipped bone dagger in her left hand. The monstrous form of Toz is here, his 
stony body towering over you. He wields a menacing flail in his left hand and a tower shield in his 
right. A murky darkness has settled in here.
You see exits leading north, east, southeast, south (open pine door), southwest, and west.

A cloaked figure releases himself from his tensed posture, lowering his shoulders to a more relaxed 
position.

Centering your wild mind, civility floods your thoughts. Gasping in pain, your form contorts and 

You have emoted: With surprising grace, Aldric shifts from his lycan form directly into an attentive 
stance, the mask that obscures the majority of his face set curiously in Moirean's direction.

(Initiates): Moirean says, "We are all reporting to the Keep. If you are not here, get here."

Mastema gazes about the yard, his weathered face soaked in sweat and blood.

Yettave slowly fades into view, returning to the realm of perception.

Mastema grunts noncommittally.

Commander Moirean Seirath says, "Come before the master stone."

Moirean leaves to the north.

A shadowy training yard.
Almost perpetually cast in the shadow of the Keep's watchtower, this training yard is a gloomy space.
 Broad and rectangular, it is little more than a packed earth field, covered in a meticulously-raked 
layer of sawdust to soak up any blood which may be spilled. A large gnarled tree, long dead and 
preserved from the dry cold of the mountains, oversees the sparring like an ancient knight recalling 
his glory days. As the Carnifex would treat such a knight, the guild appears to only tolerate its 
continued presence due to some modicum of use: punching bags and target circles hang from its 
skeletal branches, while padded leather has been wrapped around the trunk to create a crude sort of 
sparring pell for the trainees to hack at. Steel mountings for weapons, torches, and armour ring the 
yard with a row of wooden benches set against the north, east and west walls, offering a promise of 
respite to the Initiates at training. The occasional clang from the forge to the west sometimes 
rises above the clash of combat here, while the air is heavy with the pungent smells of blood, sweat,
 and dirt. Casting a perpetually chilly blue glow over the entire area, an immense, faceted stone 
hangs suspended in the air to the north of the yard. A long, shallow basin sits below it, its basalt 
contours stained a deep shade of rusty brown. The pathway to the recruits' barracks winds past the 
gem, giving new members of the Carnifex a constant, grim reminder of the Keep's mastery of captured 
souls.
A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. There are 5 tall, gaunt 
Nazetu knights here. An iron chest is here, its engravings depicting the basics of Carnifex skills. 
Suspended midair, an immense, multi-faceted soulstone is here, pulsating blue motes skittering 
beneath its surface. Protected from head to toe by tattered armor, Wraithlord Gruxmal looms here. 
There are 5 swarthy Goblin knights here. A simple bench is here, long enough for three people. A 
stout donkey stands patiently by, waiting for a burden. Commander Moirean Seirath is here. She 
wields a chipped bone dagger in her left hand. A murky darkness has settled in here.
You see exits leading north, east, south, and west (open pine door).

Toz strides in from the south, his colossal form sending tremors through the ground.

(Carnifex): Tsvanni says, "Yes Commander."

Wraithlord Gruxmal gives an icy hiss.

Inrue arrives from the south.

Inrue gives Moirean a respectful salute.

Xenia arrives from the south.

Xenia gives the world a smart salute.

Fixing herself in a disciplined position, Xenia stands sharply at attention.

Tsvanni arrives from the south.
She is followed by a vicious warhound.

Tsvanni gives the world a smart salute.

Barda lifts his fingers to his mouth and blows a high-pitched whistle.
A powerful mastiff bounds in, heeling by his side.

Moirean nods firmly and turns her attention directly to you. Her voice raises to be carried across 
the yard and she declares, "We have with us a Tainted, returned to the guild." She raises her arm, 
levelling a finger at you. "Aldric, the warward knight."

Tsvanni quietly clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

Tsvanni smiles at you.

You have emoted: Aldric blinks once in what appears to be somewhat of a gesture of surprise, his 
hands balling into fists at his sides as he remains silent.

Tsvanni tells you, in Albedi, "Welcome back to the keep."

You tell Postulant Tsvanni, the Emeraldine, "Thanks. I got a feelin' this ain't a good welcome 
though."

Moirean's voice drips with scorn and she declares, "Look on him, and feel pity, feel remorse, feel 
scorn. Look on him and see a fallen knight." Her mouth curves into a smile and she gestures to Toz, 
Mastema and Yettave. "A once-Tainted who now needs....Purging."

Sternly, Commander Moirean Seirath says, "Knights, restrain him. Make him kneel. Make him..." She 
lowly, in disgust, pronounces the word: "BOW."

Xenia raises an eyebrow questioningly.

You have emoted: "Wait, wha-" Aldric begins to dissent, eyes widening as he takes a precautionary 
step backwards, hands raising almost defensively.

Inrue blinks.

Tsvanni cracks her knuckles and glides forward.

Mastema gazes sideways at you, his amber eyes fixed for a moment before a low growl reverberates 
throughout the hall.

Mradu General, Elder Mastema Bouchard, The Crimson Dragon says, "Kneel or feel my blade."

Yettave closes his eyes; as they open again, a dark flash crosses them, and a foul, contaminated 
aura wreathes his arms.

Toz allows his flail to swing freely at his side, the three fist-sized chunks of metal clacking as 
they bounce lightly against his earthen form. Glancing to Yettave and Mastema, he nods towards you, 
"I will allow you two the honor of first strikes, in honor of your seniority. Mine will follow soon 
after."

Grave paranoia suddenly strikes you out of nowhere, the shadows in the area darkening and growing 
outward and upward to resemble humanoid forms. They reach outward for you, twitchy and renegade 
things threatening to siphon something from you.
 
Yettave kicks Aldric in the back of the kneecaps.

Mastema moves forward his halberd raised in a gesture of utter malice as he brings it down upon you.

Toz's earthen form steps forward as the other two swing, slamming his flail into your gut with a 
flick of his wrist, expression fairly blank.

Inrue flinches along with the blows, white-faced.
 
Moirean watches dispassionately as the knights go about forcing you to your knees. Behind her, as if 
sensing the scuffle, the master soulstone begins to glow with a murky bluish light, icy tendrils 
beginning to unfurl from its roiling depths.
 
Tsvanni blinks, licking her fang, as she draws her fist back, wrapping a chain of metal beads around 
her hand.
 
Tsvanni slams her fist into your gut, wrenching it.
 
Sternly, Commander Moirean Seirath says to Postulant Tsvanni, the Emeraldine, "Hold off. This is a 
matter for the Tainted."
 
Tsvanni nods her head at Moirean.
 
Tsvanni lowers her hands and slips back.
 
Tsvanni grabs Inrue and whispers something.
 
You have emoted: Aldric's hands reach up to grasp at the mask, his fingernails digging into its 
wooden form as he releases a yell that coincides with Yettave's kick, his bulky form dropping 
unexpectedly to the ground. Caught off guard, he does his best to jerk his torso away from Mastema's 
blade, eyes frenzied as he gazes upon those around him. "What'n the PIT are you doin-" he's cut off 
as the flail makes contact with his gut, causing him to double-over, his hands placed upon the 
ground for support. The Azudim makes a throaty noise before spitting a coagulated glob of blood by 
Moirean's boots, though the action doesn't seem intended.

Inrue swallows hard and stares wide-eyed up at Tsvanni, frozen in silence.
 
Barda plants the butt end of his bardiche into the ground, watching intently at the happenings.

His immense tail swaying with anticipation, Mastema begins to breath heavily his expression one of 
hatred and contempt.
 
You feel your eyes itch and your vision cloud with a red tint, which gradually intensifies on the 
peripherals of your perception. Eventually, it is as if your eyeballs are being squeezed in 
someone's merciless grip, so constricted is the feeling. The red fog is now a bright crimson haze, 
obscuring everything else and leaving you with an infuriating, eager thirst for bloodshed.

Tsvanni murmurs something softly to Inrue.

Mastema stares implacably at Tsvanni.
 
Toz seems fairly unbothered as you cough up a bit of blood, retracting his flail to settle on his 
shoulder as he looks towards Moirean for further instruction.

Inrue gives a frantic nod of her head, her eyelids peeled wide and unblinking at the scene before 
her.

Moirean coldly replies, "Purging you." There is an eerie calm to her voice, and she seems utterly 
devoid of emotions. The light from the master stone behind her increases, washing over her and 
casting her features into an even icier, harsher set, and she merely stares down at you, prostrate 
before her. She comments, "He is bowing," and lets out a cruel laugh.

 
You have emoted: The mask upon Aldric's face conceals any visible signs of a sneer, but its presence 
could be implied by the exhalation of breath he makes alone as he pushes his torso upwards, but does 
not rise from his kneeling position.

Softly, very softly, Moirean says, "Carnifex do not bow. Tainted do not bow." She takes a step 
forwards, her hand lightly running across your shoulders up to skim your cheek. "But-" she 
continues, and now her fingers have wrapped around your jaw to jerk your head roughly upwards, 
forcing you to stare into her eyes. "But this man is no longer a Tainted knight."
 
You have emoted: Aldric's breathing is intense, his chest rising and falling as his eyes are locked 
with Moirean's. The gray pupils display what his face cannot: utter contempt tinged with anger.

Incredible hot, burning pain is felt against your skin as the mask renews its grip on your face. 
Trails of black smoke waft out lazily from the eye-holes of your mask, carrying with it the distinct 
scent of burning.

The light flares, enveloping you and Moirean in a misty wave of steely cold. Both the Commander and 
the wayward knight are lost in a murky maelstrom of swirling essence as a steady stream of souls 
begin to pour forth from the master soulstone, twisting around them as unholy, distant wails begin 
to resonate through the courtyard.

As the souls surround you, a deep, sharp pain begins to bloom in your chest, blossoming outwards 
from your very core.

Aching, longing, sapping - pain, but a silent, unfathomable type, removed from the physical. It 
feels like your very soul is being sliced to shreds.
 
You have emoted: Aldric ducks his head as the discordant wails begin to surround him, his hands 
raising to cover his ears. His eyes widen, hands shifting abruptly from his ears to his chest as if 
grasping for something. A wearied groan escapes his lips that's muffled by the mask.

Above the murky torrent of essence, you can hear Moirean's voice, laden with a deep hiss and shrill 
scream as the captured souls bolster her words: "His link to the master stone will be severed. His 
touch to the Tainted will be broken. His soul is weak." The bombardment intensifies.

Over the wailing, Commander Moirean Seirath says, "He must be purged!"

Inrue loses her control over her fragile composure and lifts her hands to cover her eyes with a 
strangled squeak.
 
Tsvanni roughly grabs at Inrue's clothing, staring the girl down.
 
The pain abruptly ceases and for a moment, you feel relief, until a new sensation overcomes you: 
gaping, bleak emptiness.
 
Tsvanni raises a finger up to her lips for a moment, and releases her grip.

You have emoted: Aldric's hands drop bleakly to his sides, his knuckles grazing the grass of the 
courtyard. As if the barrage of souls wasn't enough to overwhelm the senses, the gut-wrenching smell 
of burning flesh begins to fill the courtyard as tendrils of smoke rise lazily from the corners of 
the mask he wears, a faint sizzling accompanying the wisps. Despite this, he doesn't move, but 
instead stares almost emptily skywards. 

Toz doesn't glance back towards Inrue, though his head cants to one side, as if listening intently 
for something. His eyes narrow, peering through the fog of essence and souls towards Moirean and you,
 his lips twisted into something halfway between a sneer and a smirk, his flail once more dropping 
to dangle at his side, the spiked balls swaying menacingly.
 
At Moirean's final cry, the swirling souls coalesce into a thick, single beam, extending from the 
master soulstone towards you. As solid as ice, the translucent arc of souls stabs towards your chest,
 driving themselves into him - and a deafening, shivering shatter splits the air as the light flares 
violently, blinding you for a long moment. When you regain your vision, all is silent, all is still...and then you hear the soft, almost forlorn tinkle of rock against cobblestones.

Shards of what was once Aldric's soulstone rain down to the courtyard's cobbles in a shower of 
broken rock.

Mastema diverts his eyes momentarily as the light intensifies, only to return them once more. His 
large serpent-like eyes widening at the sight and his crimson draconic snout inhaling the burnt 
smells with a sense of pure delight.

You feel your eyes itch and your vision cloud with a red tint, which gradually intensifies on the 
peripherals of your perception. Eventually, it is as if your eyeballs are being squeezed in 
someone's merciless grip, so constricted is the feeling. The red fog is now a bright crimson haze, 
obscuring everything else and leaving you with an infuriating, eager thirst for bloodshed.
 
You have emoted: Aldric's eyes narrow as he attempts to take in the scene around him immediately 
proceeding the blinding light. Shaking hands lift upwards almost longingly as he reaches towards the 
shattered stone - but not once does he actually touch a single piece.
 
His voice hollow, almost empty, you say, "I.. but.. m-."

The light from the master stone recedes with a sharp hiss, akin to an intake of breath - the final 
twist of essence writhes away from you in a low, soft whisper, and then it is only you and Moirean, 
standing within the circle of Carnifex.

Coldly, simply, Commander Moirean Seirath says, "You do not deserve a link to the stone, Dishonoured."

You will now be known as Dishonoured Aldric, by order of Commander Moirean Seirath.
 

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  • Mastema spits the words in in a low venomous tone, "Weak and unworthy indeed".
     
    You have emoted: Almost confusedly Aldric shakes his head as he stares, pleadingly, desperately at 
    Moirean. "N- no, what.. What do I gotta do?" he asks.

    Tsvanni swishes her cloak back, hands on her hips, silent, squeezing the beads on her hands.

    Inrue has fisted her shirt's collar in both hands and pulled it over her eyes, only now beginning to 
    peek over it as the raucous seems to have quieted.
     
    Moirean wrenches her hand away, and turns to face her gathered guild. She points at you and declares,
     "Until this..." she sneers and spits the word out, "...MAN proves himself worth of regaining his 
    place as a Tainted knight, he is lower than low. ALL MEMBERS of the Keep, from myself down to the 
    freshest recruit, stand above him in rank. Treat him as you would a slave."

    Moirean's eyes flick over to Tsvanni and she sternly adds, "Even slaves have uses, though." She nods 
    at the repurposed tree in the center of the training area and explains, "Do not murder him, or abuse 
    him for personal gains. He is simply beneath us, and will do any task required for the Keep."

    Tsvanni smiles, as she nods her head in quiet understanding.

    Moirean's stare slides over to Inrue next. She commands, "Hit him, girl. Hard."
     
    Inrue blinks.

    Inrue shakes her head. 

    Firmly, Commander Moirean Seirath says to Initiate Inrue, "This man does not deserve kindness. He 
    betrayed us and wants to become strong again. This is not a punishment, but a trial for him to learn 
    his strength."

    Commander Moirean Seirath says to Initiate Inrue, "Just as you need to learn yours."
     
    You have emoted: Aldric's fingers curl into fists at his sides, expression hardening again as he 
    turns his head to face Inrue in anticipation. "Do it," he spits.

    Mastema smiles in a truly sinister manner as he watches Inrue.
     
    Moirean points towards you and commands, quietly, yet very firmly, "Hit. Him."
     
    You tell Initiate Inrue, "If ya don't wanna do it hard, don't. I'll play it off. It's fine."
     
    You have emoted: Aldric offers the subtlest of nods to Inrue.

    Inrue swallows hard and regards you with wide, frightened eyes before taking a few shuffling steps 
    forward. She holds her fists against her chest as if to protect them from the coming trial or 
    perhaps to hide their quaking. After a long hesitation she sucks in a deep breath and reaches back 
    to strike you across the face with the back of her closed fist.
     
    Moirean nods in approval as she stares back at you, watching for your response to being slapped by 
    the small, young girl.
     
    You have emoted: Aldric's head jerks to the side with the force of Inrue's hit, his chest rising as 
    he takes in a breath, then releases it. As he does so, his gaze returns coldly to regard Moirean.

    Moirean raises an eyebrow at you in wordless challenge.
     
    Inrue doesn't wait for a prompting before scuttling back into place, hiding herself slightly behind 
    the crowd.

    You have emoted: "What else?" Aldric lowly asks, each word punctuated, almost threatening in its 
    formation.

    Toz glances briefly towards Moirean, "I have a suggestion, Commander," he says quietly, 
    straightening up a bit. "Unless you have something else for him to do first?"
     
    Moirean's lips curl into a faint smile and she gives an approving nod first to your obedient reply 
    and to Toz. "Speak, Ser," she allows.

    Toz waves a vague hand as he glances around the training yard, "It has been some time since the yard 
    was cleaned, Commander. It looks a little...out of sorts." As his hand moves, sand floods in, lips 
    curling into a smirk. "Perhaps he should spend some time cleaning- our own personal maid."

    With a flick of his wrist, Toz conjures a fine layer of magic sand that settles over everything in 
    sight.

    Tsvanni strokes her marionette quietly, shifting into the shadows and holding her marionette peering 
    over her shoulder.


    Moirean's gaze slides down to study sand soaking up the blood and she nods again. "A good start," 
    she agrees. Her arms cross over her chest and she adds, "As for sleeping arrangements..."
     
    Despite himself, Toz's smirk grows a bit more, his eyes flicking southward briefly.
     
    The corners of Tsvanni's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.
     
    Commander Moirean Seirath says, "The Knight's quarters are entirely out of the question. The 
    recruit's barracks as well." She lifts her chin, indicating the courtyard beyond. Neither cruel, nor 
    kind, simply factual, she states, "You can sleep with the hounds." 

    Inrue peeks curiously around Tsvanni's shoulder to regard the scene before her.
     
    You have emoted: Aldric makes no audible response to Moirean's words, the smallest shake of his head 
    the only indication he'd even heard.

    Moirean straightens her shoulders and glances around the courtyard with a hint of a sigh. "Any 
    questions?" she asks, though it's clear that she is not likely to take kindly to answering them.
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  • Flatly, you say, "None."
     
    Clearly unable to contain his hatred, Mastema bellows, "Worthless slave you will obey your masters 
    or feel my steel buried deep within your flesh. If I see you alone and not working... I will." His 
    words trailing off as he realises he is about to set upon you in a savage display of bloodlust.

    Mastema growls menacingly.

    Inrue blinks.
     
    You stare implacably at Mastema.

    Mastema mutters discontentedly.
     
    Moirean's lips quirk as Mastema berates you, but she merely nods a final time. "Serve the Keep, 
    Dishonoured, until we deem you fit for your next trial." To the rest of the Carnifex, she states, 
    "Dismissed."
     
    Barda gives the world a smart salute.

    Mastema gives the world a smart salute.

    Xenia releases herself from her tensed posture, lowering her shoulders to a more relaxed position. 

    Xenia gives the world a smart salute.

    Tsvanni presses her marionette against Inrue, its eyes staring into Inrue's face with cold deadness, 
    and Tsvanni strides forward a step.

    Yettave gives the world a smart salute.
     
    Yettave sends a powerful mastiff back to the kennels, the hound whimpering as it departs.
    Yettave is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, his soul safe until he returns to 
    Aetolia.

    Tsvanni gives the world a smart salute.
     
    You have emoted: Aldric finally, almost reluctantly pushes himself to his feet, back turned to 
    Moirean as his focus turns instead to the sand cast upon the courtyard.

    Toz gives Moirean a salute, though he doesn't leave. Instead, he turns towards Inrue, staring with a 
    fair degree of confusion at her and Tsvanni, giving something of a pointed cough.

    Moirean sketches out a crisp salute. Her gaze flashes downwards towards you in a brief lingering stare, something troubled in her eyes, before she stares back up at the departing soldiers.

    Inrue shifts her eyes from the random marionette stare-down to you, whispering a quiet apology 
    before turning to run from the room.
     
    Inrue leaves to the west.
     
    Tsvanni strokes her corpse doll.
     
    Toz strides away to the west, his colossal form sending tremors through the ground.

    A shard of stone - little more than a chipped off piece of the courtyard's cobbles - is kicked 
    towards you, bouncing against your hand. The rock is slicked with grime, its dull, broken surface 
    pitted and grey. "Your replacement," Moirean says, voice distant and gaze averted.

    Tsvanni offers a salute with her hand as she drapes her doll about herself and glides through the 
    shadows away.

    Tsvanni leaves to the south.
    She is followed by a vicious warhound.

    Moirean departs, leaving you standing alone in the courtyard beneath the cold, icy glare of the master soulstone.

    Moirean leaves to the south.
     
    Summoning the elemental waters, you magically flood the ground.

    You have emoted: Aldric gives a quick wave of his hands, the ring upon his finger gleaming with a 
    pulsing blue aura as a wave of water comes crashing into the courtyard. "That's one way ta do it," 
    the Azudim mutters beneath his breath.

    The sands pervading this area blow away as the magics controlling it disperse.

    Wraithlord Gruxmal gives an icy hiss.

    Carnifex: Purging
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    Composed by: Moirean
    Composed on: 2013/04/10 00:44 GMT



                        P U R G I N G
                       =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

    Abandoning our ranks will not endear you to the Carnifex Knights. The
    guild will hunt you down and pike your head outside the Shadow Keep - if
    we are feeling benevolent. If you truly earn our ire, far, far worse
    will come.

    However - rarely - we will elect to give a wayward knight a chance to
    return to the fold. This generous decision on our part is a rather large
    kindness, and it will be the last one you see until you have regained
    the right to be Tainted, for upon returning, the turncoat Knight must
    be...purged.


    The Test of Fealty
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    Your link to the master soulstone will be severed, your own stone
    shattered. You do not deserve a connection to the other Tainted and to
    the stone's strength. Instead, you will be given your new tool - a dull,
    broken shard of rock - and your new title: Dishonoured. You will be
    lower than the low, and even the recruits are ranked higher than you.


    The Test of Strength
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    Our strength lies in our arms, both literally and figuratively, and you
    have proven yourself lacking. Your blade will be broken, and your arms
    bound in spirit chains for three Aetolian months. Your feet will be
    fettered and you must trudge, helpless, through the land, bereft of
    strength. Even entering the Keep will acquire assistance, but this is
    what you have reaped by sowing a fickle path.

    The Test of Slaughter
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    A Carnifex revels in slaughter and does not shirk at death. To remind
    you of what you left behind, the first to fall before your blade will be
    you, dishonored one. Should you survive the first two tests, and remain
    constant to the Keep through your trials, you will have to die at your
    own hand. Then, and only then, will you be returned your soulstone and
    will the darkening of the Taint touch your soul again.

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  • MoireanMoirean Chairmander Portland
    edited April 2013
    This was fun, and bravo to Aldric for being happy to take this on (the separate path of progression was his idea!). Playing a weak/subservient character is a tough role to take on, even temporarily, and this should be an interesting week or so!

    Thanks to all who showed up, especially poor little Inrue, our newest recruit. You only see a glimpse of her here, but she is someone we're working on strengthening, and her story is pretty cool, so hunt her down if you see her!

    Awesome from Aldric, as always. <3<3<3
    Mastema
  • It was heaps of fun :)
    Carnifex failing since 2011. Fixes coming Soon ™
  • AngweAngwe I'm the dog that ate yr birthday cake Bedford, VA

    Inrue said:
    Inrue shifts her eyes from the random marionette stare-down to you, whispering a quiet apology before turning to run from the room.
    Made me lol. Might steal this one.
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  • MoireanMoirean Chairmander Portland
    A follow-up discussion with Aldric about the punishment.

    Sorry about weird colors, logsty randomly likes to turn lines black...I'm tired. Just highlight the lines to see them.

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