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Like it says on the application page tin — you can have a maximum of two characters in the game, and you can invite one new person in per month!
If you’re not already served on that front, we have some custom codes to help you set up a character inbox or permissions post. Both are entirely optional, and feel free to customise at will!
Your character is exempted from activity requirements in July.
NOTES
We are currently in the voyage transitional period to Arc II, Taravast. You can work with our latest event, and don’t be shy about asking questions or prodding for information. We’re all in this blood-rain-sighing-witch-ghost-army mystery together.
We’re going to make this man fight by a lot of fountains.
Sorry to throw more “paperwork” at you when you’re already handling so much start-up bureaucracy, but if you don’t mind filling this out by 00:01 on 1 August, that’d be great! It will help with assigning Wen Kexing his Taravast identity 😊 !
INTRO: Wen Kexing’s test drive threads can remain game canon, and you can build him an arrival narrative that fits those questionable events.
Never mind the blood rains, haunting song and inevitable ghost army cohorts — Wen Kexing will find himself otherwise occupied upon joining the caravan. The Sa-Hareth refugees who survived the train horsecar collision will find themselves drawn to Wen Kexing’s affable manner. In particular, their children, alongside the young of the caravan, will take up trailing after him, begging him for sweets and treats and stories, with some calling him a princess or a bride because of his intricate clothes, relative to their journey garments. They will share with him their greatest treasure: verse, taught to them at night by the Lady, whom they join in her dirge:
Stitch by stitch, The love of a witch Will unravel
Dusk to dawn Each morning to mourn With blood and gravel
They came, to a man They came without plan Walked their feet raw
Bore day and night Sought witches to fight Their fealty a flaw
For one witch alone Arha turned every stone His love a disorder
And at Taravast Our hero, aghast Led men to murder
Her sisters near dead, "Save her," he’d said "She’ll open the gates"
But foes of one day Ally straight away If a witch waits
Attaryl Hearts empty still The Bessis wed
Sick to the core Of woe and war With truce went ahead
Peace at a price Army, sacrificed By the Attaryl
The lady said, “Turn or face dread.” A sign of good will
Yet Arha’s care Lovers, beware Was halfway pride
He’d not be swayed Not be delayed Not be denied
So men tall and small So learned at the wall A witch’s love burns
Fire and tar Shot from afar Every wail earns
Love, her love Hatisse’s sweet dove Arha fell last
Vowed to return His lady to scorn And spit on their past
With strike of sword The love of a lord Will unravel
Dawn to dusk His memory a husk Each year he will travel.
...consider sharing this beautiful song, in its... dubious quality or summary with the group, because it took a while to pen they’ve been waiting for the final clues to stitch together what happened to the Lord Arha and Lady Hatisse.
The sorceress Karsa, an employee of the party’s Merchant benefactor who is currently journeying with the caravan, can update Kexing on the story so far. In Eastbound tradition, you are welcome to pick Wen Kexing’s network username, but I can provide a pun-based one, if you’re stuck.
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NOTES
Never mind the blood rains, haunting song and inevitable ghost army cohorts — Wen Kexing will find himself otherwise occupied upon joining the caravan. The Sa-Hareth refugees who survived the
trainhorsecar collision will find themselves drawn to Wen Kexing’s affable manner. In particular, their children, alongside the young of the caravan, will take up trailing after him, begging him for sweets and treats and stories, with some calling him a princess or a bride because of his intricate clothes, relative to their journey garments. They will share with him their greatest treasure: verse, taught to them at night by the Lady, whom they join in her dirge:Stitch by stitch,
The love of a witch
Will unravel
Dusk to dawn
Each morning to mourn
With blood and gravel
They came, to a man
They came without plan
Walked their feet raw
Bore day and night
Sought witches to fight
Their fealty a flaw
For one witch alone
Arha turned every stone
His love a disorder
And at Taravast
Our hero, aghast
Led men to murder
Her sisters near dead,
"Save her," he’d said
"She’ll open the gates"
But foes of one day
Ally straight away
If a witch waits
Attaryl
Hearts empty still
The Bessis wed
Sick to the core
Of woe and war
With truce went ahead
Peace at a price
Army, sacrificed
By the Attaryl
The lady said,
“Turn or face dread.”
A sign of good will
Yet Arha’s care
Lovers, beware
Was halfway pride
He’d not be swayed
Not be delayed
Not be denied
So men tall and small
So learned at the wall
A witch’s love burns
Fire and tar
Shot from afar
Every wail earns
Love, her love
Hatisse’s sweet dove
Arha fell last
Vowed to return
His lady to scorn
And spit on their past
With strike of sword
The love of a lord
Will unravel
Dawn to dusk
His memory a husk
Each year he will travel.
...consider sharing this beautiful song, in its... dubious quality or summary with the group, because
it took a while to penthey’ve been waiting for the final clues to stitch together what happened to the Lord Arha and Lady Hatisse.The sorceress Karsa, an employee of the party’s Merchant benefactor who is currently journeying with the caravan, can update Kexing on the story so far. In Eastbound tradition, you are welcome to pick Wen Kexing’s network username, but I can provide a pun-based one, if you’re stuck.