"Hey," Aeseir replied, her tone much milder, even friendly. "How's it hanging?" She'd expected the girl to have exposed guts like the sage, and was disappointed to find none. An opportunity missed.
"Ah! I know! My name, right? It's—uh..." She scratched the back of her neck as she realized the girl was not, in fact, one of the sage's coworkers, but a newly recovered clansman like herself. "Aeseir. But that's not what you meant, huh? Well, if you're asking, I think we know the same: table's awful, isn't it?"
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Character's name: Aeseir Character's clan: War Character's journal link:[ X ] Character's arcana Fool BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Bear with me; we may discover details together. For now: tol beef, dark skin, dark hair, red eyes, and red warpaint.
LOLTERGEIST xx
Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 2:15 am
[rehab center]
Sophie cleared her throat at the table comment but said nothing - the mind's of War did not understand the craftmanship of things that couldn't maim or kill.
"Sophie," she said, extending her hand. "Don't you think it's odd how calm everyone is being about this whole thing? I mean.. everyone passed out and no one seems to be running around trying to find answers. Or trying to give them for that matter," her eyes drifted to another Famine Sage exchanging words with another 'patient'.
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Character's name: Sophie Character's clan: Death Character's journal link:x Character's arcana Temperance BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Long black hair, constantly in a braid which is then further tied up. Average height, muscular build. Hands are rough. Red eyes and constant bags. Olive skin. Her face looks meaner than she is - resting b***h face.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 2:21 am
[ rehab center ]
Her first instinct was to launch herself at him when the last few steps were needed to close the distance, to catch him in one of those awkward hugs that he probably would have found annoying and so unclansman-like (because obviously all those certain memories were finally relocated, it was just yesterday that was a mystery now). But instead the short mare stopped right in front of his taller form and proceeded to press the top her her head against his his side. Her arms dangled and she let out a very unlady-like groan. "This place is boring looking." Yes, clearly that was the worst thing about today.
"Obviously I would have," her cheeks puffed but from her position he clearly wouldn't have been able to tell, "but someone woke up before me. Why didn't you wake me up?" Elaia feigned a hurt tone, not surprised really that he had left her on the ground somewhere so he could find a means to escape. He probably escaped a body slam or something if she had been the one to awaken first of the pair, though she was really too groggy when she had come to to come up with such an action.
name: Elaia journal:A link! clan: Death (Guardian) arcana: Sun description: Short, petite under them layers of armor and furs. Hair is a mass of deep blue curls and blue eyes brightened by her black scerla. Is way too happy for her own good... and will fight you.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 2:25 am
[REHAB CENTER]
Aeseir took the sound for agreement and shook hands, glad to have found someone like-minded so quickly.
"It is!" She leaned close to the girl's ear, her voice falling to a whisper designed to be overheard. "Do you think they might be in on it? We can probably take one; that one—" she practically yelled the last, pointing quite conspicuously towards the sage she'd spoken with earlier and doing nothing to muffle the volume, "—looks incredibly weak."
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Character's name: Aeseir Character's clan: War Character's journal link:[ X ] Character's arcana Fool BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Bear with me; we may discover details together. For now: tol beef, dark skin, dark hair, red eyes, and red warpaint.
He looked down at his much shorter clansman as she proceeded to be a tad bit too expressive for his preference. There were non-clansman present. There were other clansmen present. What would they say at her behavior? Probably not much while they were out here in the public's eye. In the privacy of their quarters perhaps there might be wordless displays of disappointment and deep sighs that often cut at Terr more than angry words being screamed at him.
He placed a gentle hand on the top of her head and refrained from ruffling her hair, as much as he would have enjoyed it. He gave her head light pats as a compromise. "It is not boring. It is ripe with potential. Unfortunately no one seems to be seizing this opportunity." The monotone could be taken as sarcasm, but Elaia would be able to note the earnestness there.
When she posed his question at him, Terr paused. Why hadn't he woken her up? Had he even known she was there? The questions buzzed in his head but as he could not come to an acceptable answer to any of them, Terr settled with "I apologize for the oversight. Shall we flee from this boring landscape?"
Terr Death Horseman; Jeweler The Hermit Arcana (Group C) - 6"0 tall - Workaholic - Stoic on the outside, geek on the inside - Tendency to forget to eat/sleep/bathe when working
chirigami
Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 2:34 am
[rehab center]
Sophie paused for a very brief moment before she grabbed the other girl's arm and pulled it down, dragging her away from the Famine Sage before she could even try anything. She stared incredulously.
"Did you hit your head on the table? Sure, by himself he looks weak but they'll be on you like ants as soon as you try anything. Like a swarm of bees." She sighed and rubbed her face. "Maybe we should get out of here. This place is starting to get to me." Famine had always creeped her out.
She turned to leave but stopped to look over her shoulder. "Are you coming or what?" It probably wasn't best to leave this one on her own..
[EXIT]
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Character's name: Sophie Character's clan: Death Character's journal link:x Character's arcana Temperance BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Long black hair, constantly in a braid which is then further tied up. Average height, muscular build. Hands are rough. Red eyes and constant bags. Olive skin. Her face looks meaner than she is - resting b***h face.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 2:49 am
[REHAB CENTER]
"We could take them," Aeseir said, throwing punches in the air. "Even if there were a hundred. A thousand."
She was willing to play congenial for someone with such a fine opinion on tables however, and she lowered her arms when Sophie made it plain the area didn't suit her. Still, she hung back, hoping to overhear some other clansmen speak of the issue. From what she gathered, the others knew as much as they. With a concealed sigh, she followed after Sophie.
[EXIT]
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Character's name: Aeseir Character's clan: War Character's journal link:[ X ] Character's arcana Fool BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Bear with me; we may discover details together. For now: tol beef, dark skin, dark hair, red eyes, and red warpaint.
LOLTERGEIST xx
Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 2:50 am
[ rehab centre ]
BingHua awoke to a nagging irritation, as if she had lost a bout of weiqi due to an unforced error. Now this, this, was about as equally disturbing. Who was the architect responsible for this sad excuse for a room?
At least the table was something, a little gaudy and out of date with the trends, but the worksmanship was as fine as ever. Her hand instinctively reached out for the note, wanting to settle all of that troublesome paperwork before retiring to her room.
How was Dorothy’s performance? Forgettable, she muttered, skipping over the question with a small dash.
Would you recommend her to anyone else? < Would you? > she wrote back, letting her mounting irritation at entire situation get the better of her. This was an absolute waste of time...
On a scale of 1 - 10, 1 being the least, how well would you say your memory rehabilitation process is going? That question had her stop in her tracks, having hit the nail on its head. The answer was left blank.
Figuring that someone else might have more insightful responses to give, she left the barely answered questionnaire back on the table. It'll all come back eventually, she assured herself, staring out of the window into the empty street below. The only thing that was familiar was the rain.
Perhaps she should look for someone she knew. Surely they would be more helpful with filling her in with the missing details than that strange girl Dorothy. And it was reassuring to see that some of them were still dressed as she had remembered.
“Mister..?” her eyes flitted to the termites crawling in and out of the famine horseman's clothing. “Have the leaders returned to the tower?” She had been away for some time, that she could remember.
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Character's name: BingHua Character's clan: Conquest Character's journal link: Link to journals here Character's arcana The Magician BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall, elegant lady who looks thoroughly uninterested in any petty business
Peril was startled in that he had been spoken too. There were multiple conversations going about the room but he didn't have much more to contribute. He was trying to figure out who he was. (He had a phone but he was never good with those. Like he had poked at it but... they weren't that interesting, and it didn't seem to have the personal details he was looking for.)
"Sorry, but, I don't know where the leaders are." he barely remembered his name. But this, rather attractive young horseman didn't use his so it was possible that she didn't know his. Conquest, that seemed right. And she looked the part. "I'm Peril. Famine." as if that wasn't obvious. "May I ask your name?"
"I'm not remembering anything from yesterday I'm afraid." or anything before that. Yesterday seemed important. Yet, he couldn't seem to recall a single detail. But his hands itched, like something belonged in them. Tools. Buildings. The termites buzzes a little louder for a few seconds. Yes build. Swarm. The world is ours.
He rubbed his hands together feeling a little restless. He needed something to do.
Peril- Journal Clan: Famine Arcana: The high priestess (Group A) Description: Shirtless with scarf. Termites occasionally crawl in and out of the folds of his cloths.
Zyphiris
Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 4:01 am
[ REHAB CENTER ] It was a strange ******** dream Rep thought as he stirred, waking with a feeling of something not quite right, something that didn't settle and lingered on the edge of his memory before it was gone again. He pushed himself up onto his hands and steadied himself with spread wings as he got to his feet.
He wasn't sure where he was at first, but there was something in him that somehow knew not to panic about this, the deepest most animal parts of his mind seemed to be used to things being strange, to waking up in a state where the days and weeks before were out of reach. He looked around the room, elegant and flanked by ornate pools. There was nothing here and that in itself was enough to relax him somewhat. He folded his wings and looked himself over, he was alive and intact, no harm had come to him. He was mottled with scars from head to toe but at the very least none of them were new.
He eyed the table and picked up the note, feeling compelled somehow to file reports, but for another compulsive reason he felt like it was important to give Dorothy a 1 out of 10 because she had been a woman telling him what to do and explaining things to him when he obviously knew better. He said he'd recommend her to his worst enemies.
The question about memory rehabilitation though was more concerned. Had he lost his memory somehow? He tried very hard to reach back through the last few days and piece together what could have happened, but nothing at all came forth. His memories seemed fine beyond that though, he knew his name, he knew his family, his clan. He realised he had to be in the tower in the Dusk. Looking outside he recognised it, feeling more on his feet and less lost. He was fine.
He picked up his phone idly without thinking about it and headed out of the room he'd come to in.
"The name's Rep." he replied gruffly when addressed by the Famine sage outside, he saw no reason to linger beyond that, questions didn't matter and after all, he didn't want to look weak, especially not in front of a Famine horseman, ******** bunch of goddamn scavengers that they were. No, he'd figure s**t out on his own outside, he just needed to find Harrison and Jian before he left, provided they were here too. Together they could figure out what the ******** they needed to do next.
He tried very hard not to think about the fact that if memory loss was something that had affected them all on a wider level that the two of them might not remember him, or - just as bad -that the kids might not remember him as their dad either. Trying not to think about it only made it worse and the anxiety settled like a lead ball in his gut. He needed someone to show up, someone to be there also who he could yammer at to avoid these nerves and avoid the chance that something really really ******** terrible had happened and only he'd remain as witness to an entire lifetime.
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Character's name: Rep Character's clan: War Chieftain Character's journal link:[x] Character's arcana Wheel of Fortune BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A freckled, muscular War horseman strung with feathers, bones and wrapped in a tiger pelt Rep is an intimidating sight, covered from head to toe in scars and tattoos. He speaks with a strange accent and seems to have never heard of an indoor voice.
He is very often accompanied by a short petite Conquest horseman who dresses in an array of black feathers and in long elegant silks
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 4:08 am
[ rehab centre ]
This one seemed a little... antsy. Perhaps he was just as confused as she was, or maybe it was just a side effect of whatever concoctions Famine brewed. She wouldn't be surprised.
“Hmm..” she contemplated his answer. Truthfully, her previous question had been a shot in the dark. But it helped to quickly figure who knew what, and clearly the other horseman was none the wiser. “BingHua, pleased to meet you,” she returned the greeting respectfully.
Curious... were the others like this too? Suddenly her worries took on a different focus – was that survey perhaps addressed to everyone in this room? That would make quite a number of them, she surmised as her gaze swept over the lobby. Was this another one of Death's illusions? How bothersome.
“... Are you quite alright?” Her gaze returned to Peril, noticing his restlessness. Meanwhile she would maintain her ice-cold composure, as she ought to.
“Perhaps we could ask your fellow clansmen over there for some information...” she stared at the odd one or two strangely dressed Famine Sages who looked like they knew what they were doing. Maybe they could also help to explain this strange device she was issued earlier too.
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Character's name: BingHua Character's clan: Conquest (noble) Character's journal link: Link to journals here Character's arcana The Magician BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall, elegant lady who looks thoroughly uninterested in any petty business
Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 4:27 am
[ REHAB CENTER ]
"Ah..." Siluhe closed her mouth, she seemed to have spaced out or daydreamed a while again. It was a shameful thing for a veteran like her. The petite horseman tilted her head and tried to recall what she was last doing to no avail. "Hmm........" She mused and didn't catch anything. "That's - strange?" mumbled Siluhe as her eye strayed off already to capture the surrounding.
Her clan inhabited the forest and she always loved the green. The hurtful white room wasn't so much of her taste to be honest. Yet, she had no idea when she arrived and why so. Only something stirred behind her mind, she tried to stead herself by taking a look at the only object within the room - the table.
It was dull white as the room, cold in touch and stubbornly solid when she knocked on the surface. The piece of material was a review about the Dorothy girl talked to her. She frowned just slightly at it as written materials were not common in War clan, they preferred actions and body languages. Siluhe sighed and considered it as a return for the girl to assist her to recover her memories from blank. She didn't like to owe people things.
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gaia_starHow was Dorothy’s performance? Average? There're too much readings for someone suffered from Amnesia (Am I actually?) You guys can't simplfy stuff more straight-forward? Can't deny that those materials helped me recall things and such, but I'm pretty confused still. Besides, she failed to accomplish a few things - I somehow - strangely prefer the name Alice. It's weird, isn't it?
gaia_starWould you recommend her to anyone else? I dunno. I'm still retrieving my memories, they're like puzzle pieces here and there, and everywhere. Maybe the next second I would remember anyone other than myself? When did we have an artificial intellegence? Isn't it some human technologies? And - version 1.2? Are the Famine behind this?
gaia_starOn a scale of 1 - 10, 1 being the least, how well would you say your memory rehabilitation process is going? Maybe a 8. I've yet to explore, I had no memories on this place or what I was doing yesterday. At least I can function properly as an individual, I guess I'll be fine.
She finished it with a pout since she couldn't locate any collection box at all. What a failure. Anyway, she put it somewhere on the table and moved on. The view outside the only window caught her attention, the human-alike infrastructures alarmed her intuition. Would it be another conspiracy of the human? Human civilization was something they were forced to learn as knowledge comes a price.
It was ironic to say while humans were stupid, some of their stuffs were neat. Shhh, that dangerous thought should be kept as a secret. Like the cellphone within her hand, it was a convenient device. Browsing those small icons called apps she didn't realized she walked towards the hallway and bumped into a Famine Sage.
She gave them a stare, resembling the one when predator hunted. Siluhe always considered Famine's long backbone looked like they could be made into a lovely spear. "Oh -" She replied with her name shortly realized her glance might be too intense. It was kind of relieving knowing it wasn't human conspiracy but she got curious as of the reasons they dressed like humans. What's the purpose of blending-in?
It would be a boo-boo if the Famine planned to do something fun and thought they could left War out of it. The wings behind her fluttered mildly with a hint of excitement. "I have a question! Can I have your backbone, please?" She sparkled her big eyes greedily at the sage. "No? How about a section of forearm? I could make it a wonderful dagger!" Sadly the sage didn't seem to buy her idea and burshed Siluhe off with some sort of excuses.
The petite War horseman tiptoed near the glass panel and looked at the giant red crystal, the sage before leaving did mention it was green. With nothing to do, she contemplated possible reasons behind that. In her cognition, the Famine loved to do experiments with a burning passion. Could it be the result of a big failure? She tried very hard to recall if she knew anyone from the Famine clan while she cupped her head idly.
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Character's name:Siluhe Clan: War (Y2 Horseman) Arcana: Wheel of Fortune Brief Description: A cheerful midget with sun-tanned skin, abundant hair and tribe tattoo over her arms. The war pony has a pair of stunning BIG wings compared to her small size, who loves to talk to birds and animals. [ IMAGE ]
Nothing stirred. He didn't know where he was but that didn't matter to him. He was a creature of perpetual forward movement, unphased by the world around him and untouched by emotion. All that mattered was curiosity.
The room itself was almost certainly conquest, exhibiting their completely tedious taste in interior design. He enjoyed the pustulent contorted beauty of life, averse to the sterile floors and pristine whites.
There was the small matter of making sure he wasn't forced to deal with this on his own, he thought.
"Come over here." he said, snapping his fingers and extending a hand. There was movement behind him as another figure newly wakened moved closer to him. He was a monstrosity of exposed bone, twisted in chains and drooling profusely from his bared fangs. He was a famine horseman, no question, but hulking and large, dressed in very little other than the chains which wove in-between exposed ribs. He moved close to Noth, rolling eyes which could not close to face him and lowering his chin into his hand.
"Yessss masturrrr Nothhhhh" he exhaled.
Noth moved his hand away, shaking saliva at his feet. "Excellent Dog. Do you remember anything about the previous few days?" he said.
"Nothing." he growled, low and deep.
"I thought so. Let us see if we can find others. Vin may well be around here, he might know more than we do."
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Character's name: Nothing
Character's clan: Famine Sage
Character's journal link:
Character's arcana The Devil
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale and short with transcluscent skin and draped in strange tapeworms, Nothing looks like he should be slow and ponderous an much of the time he is, but he is capable of quick snaps of movement which is startling.
He is missing his left hand and is almost always accompanied by a frazzled wild eyed famine companion who functions in many ways as his Igor.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 6:32 am
[Rehab Center]
Salem rubbed his temples slowly for a moment, feeling a bit dazed. Something had changed... No matter he had things to do. Glancing about the room he was now in, his eyes locked on the table in the middle of the room. Fine work. He nodded his approval, tossing his long braid over his shoulder as he approached it, only to locate a... Survey?
A frown of concentration crossed his pale features as he looked it over, before shrugging a bit and lifting a pen to fill it in. It didn't hurt anything to give feedback, even when it seemed rather redundant. It wasn't as if he had anything else to do.
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How was Dorothy’s performance? Satisfactory
Would you recommend her to anyone else? As I see no other options I would have to say yes. I know not who or what else to recommend given that I have no other experience to compare her work with.
On a scale of 1 - 10, 1 being the least, how well would you say your memory rehabilitation process is going? 5, I am not sure what I forgot and being that this is still confusing I would say that it is at least and most a moderately successful endeavor.
The young death horseman shook his head a bit and put the writing implement down. Having done what he saw as useful there he moved to the window and peered outside. Rain. Well that was.. needed perhaps? How did he know, he wasn't sure how bad it had rained in the past. Perhaps they had too much. Oh well.
The next thing he noted were stores. Bah, what could he get there that he couldn't make for himself? Clothing, give him cloth and he would do what he needed. Ornaments, he could deal with those too. Stores were for those who were not willing to put in some work.
Nothing else to see here. He folded his arms over his chest a moment, before sighing and heading to the door. Well, if one can not find anything to do in a boring room, one can at least leave it.
He pushed the door open and stepped into the hall, looking around until he saw a sage walking. Famine? Yes there did see to be signs of that clan. He paused before the empty chested sage and mumbled his name when asked for it. "Salem..."
Well, yeah that was a good thing that he remembered it. He followed the gesture of the sage to the rest of the hall. No help here either it seemed. With a shrug he walked on, feeling into his pocket for his phone and for... ah, a key card, maybe this would be the lead for where to go. He stepped into the conveyance at the end of the hall, and gaped at all the numbers a moment. Far too many floors. Maybe there would be someone from his clan down on the lower levels. He struck L and waited..... and waited... and.. Gah... finally it moved.
Rook sat up quickly with a start, turning his head this way and that to take in his surroundings until it finally dawned upon him just where exactly he was. The hospital ward. He had woken up here on a few occasions which were enough to acquaint him with the room layout for him to recognise the place without having to confirm with someone else.
More importantly though, how did he land up here? Often times he should be able to recall being caught in a task that went horribly wrong or Thias informing him that he had slipped a poultice that he was in the midst of tweaking into his food in order to study its effects. But nothing came up this time.
Weird.
Grabbing his phone and the note from the side table, Rook swung his feet over the edge of the bed and stood up. Hmm... Dorothy. Oh yeah. That artificial intelligence memory retrieval... thing. He wasn't quite sure if he liked having something like that fiddling with his brain and memories. However, it didn't seem like he had any choice in it if what he experienced before waking up in the hospital bed was for real and not a figment of his hyperactive imagination.
Nevertheless he thought he would oblige whoever needed him to fill up the survey his answers to the questions that were posed.
Survey
gaia_starHow was Dorothy’s performance? Um... not bad I guess. Why can't I remember how I got here and just how did Dorothy get into my head in the first place anyway? Did you guys sneak something into my food?
gaia_starWould you recommend her to anyone else? Only if they don't mind having something like Dorothy in their head I guess?
gaia_starOn a scale of 1 - 10, 1 being the least, how well would you say your memory rehabilitation process is going? 7
Not wanting to waste anymore time lest someone came along and subjected him to a thorough physical examination to ascertain if he was alright, Rook fled the room. The hallway was quiet. Too quiet in fact. It felt almost as if the Famine horsemen who were supposed to run the place had all gone on vacation and left its running to a skeleton crew.
Finally spotting one of the Famine sages who was in a lab coat that identified him as one of the hospital staff, Rook called out to him and sprinted over. "Hey!"
The other horseman stopped, his attention focused still on the chart he had in his hands until his eyes flicked up to look at Rook. "And you are?"
"Rook."
"That's great. Well if you know your name then you're already better off. Exit's that way." The Sage pointed towards the elevator with his pen.
Rook immediately frowned and lifted both his arms as if to prevent the Sage from leaving. "Whoa... hold on a sec. My memory is still hazy in some parts for some reason and I can't remember how I got here. Is that something I should be worried of? Is there a poultice that you can give me to help with that?"
The other horseman paused for a moment, a nervous look on his face as he looked away. "As I said, we're very busy. The memory rehabilitation progress is still in it’s trial stages. The most important thing we can do for you is insist you relax.”
Relax huh? Rook supposed he could do that. "What memory rehabilitation?"
It’s the same thing everyone is reporting. A consistent memory loss of yesterday’s events. Everything else seems on varying levels of spottiness, most likely consistent with whatever happened yesterday. Now... if you'll excuse us." The Famine Sage hurried away, leaving Rook to his own devices once more.
Something that everyone was reporting. That's really really weird. Rook briefly contemplated going after the Famine Sage again but decided against it in the end. It was obvious from the shifty expression that he gave him that neither he nor his colleagues knew what was going on.
Speaking of which, he probably ought to go look for Thias. If anyone could figure out something as bizarre as this, it would be him.
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Character's name: Rook Character's clan: War Warrior Character's journal link:Here Character's arcana Lovers BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Something like this
Terr
