JediMaestro

Curious how the 15 people on Reddit found LotC.

Somewhere in the wilds of Azuras, an elven hermit raises a glass of honeyed wine to a dwarf who was once a bronzed brother-in arms.

Reniril Zimrabar had no interest in drinking or fighting or gambling, but she clapped her hands and danced around anyway. "Yay, Aedie!" She chirped, making a mental note to come and support her cousin's endeavor. That is, if she could keep the date in her head long enough to remember. The event promptly slipped out of the flighty girl's mind just as quickly as it had entered as she spotted a friend in the distance and scurried over to gossip with them.

A gentle, chilly breeze caressed Solveig's skin, and as she slowly drifted back to consciousness from sleep, she supposed that she had found herself in another dream of her now-distant homeland. But something was not quite right; rather than the rustle of the wind through the trees and the chill of the air, she could hear a strange droning whine in the direction the cool air came from. Slowly, she opened her eyes. In an instant, she was fully awake, instinctually pushing back on her feet and sending the chair in which she sat crashing back into a wall, which clicked and turned into a cabinet. To her left, there was indeed no winter breeze, but instead a small device that whirred and sent pallid air drifting in her direction at a constant rate. Solveig massaged her head, looking around her in confusion. In front of her, a strange signboard sprawled. On it was emblazoned a peculiar sign. She leaned forward to read: TAKE NOTE OF EXACTLY WHERE YOU ARE IN THE MODERN DAY, REAL WORLD, PROBABLY 2026. YOUR MOST-USED OR FAVORITE CHARACTER APPEARS DIRECTLY WHERE YOU ARE, RIGHT NOW... Solveig looked down where she sat in bafflement. Around her, mysterious devices sat, jumbled with sheafs of pure-white paper that spoke of "summons" and "petitions." Her eyes narrowed. Had she been summoned by some strange ritual then? Glancing up, a map caught her eye of a territory wholly unknown to her. Fear began to eat at her. This all felt so real; could it really be some fantastic dream? And if it wasn't, how could she hope to make it back to her children and her darling husband? She stood abruptly, moving around the desk at which she had sat and then froze as a person in an adjacent room swiveled to look at her and open their mouth in confusion. Turning, she grasped at the door handle and tugged, but the door would not budge. As the person in the other room began to rise and approach, Solveig turned on them, drawing the aurum dagger at her belt, the one gifted to her by Nicky so many years ago now. "What is this?" she spat. "Where have you brought me, demon? Send me back. Now." The stranger wasted no time in calling security, and after a brief attempt at flight, Solveig was promptly tracked down by the police, tased after a tense standoff, and taken to the police station, her dagger and other curious personal effects confiscated. In her jail cell, she curled up, desperately trying to go to sleep and to wake back up in her cozy home next to her husband . . .

It depends on how relevant it is to the RP I'm doing. When I was actively on the run from Idunia, I didn't use soulstone at all for several days because using CT as a hub/hangout spot to avoid detection feels cheap to me. Likewise if I'm on some kind of timer or the travel is otherwise important to the RP, then I'll go by foot/horse. If I'm just bouncing between my regular RP spots looking for RP though, I'll soulstone since 99% of the time, I don't encounter road RP anyway.

Jin sat on his bed in his room, staring down at a copy of the missive posted all around Kurai-Kuni and wondering how things could have gone so wrong so quickly. Only a year or so before, there Jin had stood with Naesan-Gun in the streets of Alduun in front of the clinic. "All life is precious," the Won-In had wisely intoned to a rapt Jin, who, though he gave pause at Naesan-Gun's beliefs regarding this 'King,' had become excited at the prospect of traveling with Naesan-Gun to become a Heaven Guard, to protect the helpless, to learn the old ways of the Won-In that his mother had seemed so keen to prevent him from even hearing. Then, just a few days ago now, Naesan-Gun had tried to kill a defenseless child. Not just any child, but Jin's own yeodongsaeng - his little sister, Sora. As Jin sat there, once again his fingers balled into fists, nails beginning to dig into his own palm. Again he bent forward, eyes squeezing shut as tears began to drip down onto the sheets below. For the first time, however, in the isolation of his room, a whimper escaped him, one built up from days of standing strong for his sister, his eomma, his nation. Now that the whole sordid affair was over, Jin felt like blinders had been taken from his eyes, and he was seeing the world clearly for the first time since he had met the accursed Naesan. From the very beginning, this stranger had been violent, dismissive of the ways of Kurai-Kuni despite his very life having been spared when it rightfully could have been taken for attacking Holly. It had taken him no time at all to appeal to Jin's ego, to whisper to him of secret truths that his parents and mentors didn't want him to know. And Jin had believed all of it, without thinking critically even once. Because it was what he wanted to hear- that he was special, that he, a half-Won-In and half-Oyashiman half-elf, understood what it meant to be Won-In better than his own full-blooded Won-In mother. Even when Sora had warned him how untrustworthy this man was, he had brusquely dismissed her, demanding that she not interfere in his own private business. A sob escaped Jin's slumped form. Because of his own guileless ego, his sister had nearly died. For the umpteenth time, Jin longed to rewind the clock, to dismiss Naesan's words out of hand as the ravings of an insane stranger. Or at least to have been there when Naesan drew his sword on a ten-year-old child, to have beaten the man back himself and been the one to drive his dagger in, to see the light leave the Won-In's eyes. No sage was he - only a con man who had duped Jin and received the death a charlatan like himself deserved. And now this brother of his had appeared out of nowhere, declaring war on Kurai-Kuni and a death sentence on Jin's own mother. Slowly, he straightened, catching his breath. No more would he be a stooge for the plots of others - and no more would he hold any patience for the ways of the Heaven Guard or their 'King.' In his zeal to connect with one side of his heritage, he had nearly abandoned the other half, and that was something Jin now knew he must not do. Because he had rejected the Oyashiman part of himself in favor of a radical Won-In, the war in the mainland had now reached the shores of Azuras, and it would continue to rage unless Jin took responsibility and finished what he started. "You almost killed my sister, Naesan," Jin whispers in the dark, his voice now perfectly even and full of vitriolic confidence, "Now I swear to you before all the spirits you rejected that I will be the one to kill your brother."

Dear Mrs. Zimrabar, You don't know me, but the name's Angus, and I'm one of the mailmen here in jolly old Ildon. Your daughter Reniril came to me and told me how she had just moved here from your farm to stay with your big-city relatives, and how you had asked her to send letters back home. She brought a bunch of pictures she'd drawn of her adventures so far, and she was awful keen on showing me all of them and explaining them. It's a slow mail day today, so I offered to write up an explanation of each of the drawings for you, as Miss Zimrabar hasn't learned her letters well enough to write a whole letter yet. Drawing #1 - Race in the Fields Drawing #2 - Apples and Odors and Ologs, Oh My! Drawing #3 - Oh, To Be A Pirate! No doubt it won't surprise you to hear that Miss Zimrabar could have drawn and told me stories all day, each more fanciful than the last, but I think that these three best convey to you how she is adjusting to life in Ildon. She seems to me to have settled in well, already making friends, and she is an inquisitive young lass with boundless energy and an appetite for learning. I will be teaching her some basics in how to swim in the next day or two; with the city itself built on the water, being able to stay afloat is a necessity here, and it will enable her to board and explore some of the ships that are moored farther out in the bay. Perhaps I might even be able to send her out to deliver mail eventually, so she can earn a bit of an allowance. I will be sure to remind her to write you every week and will help her out in writing until she can write well enough to do so on her own. Miss Zimrabar sends her love (and hugs and kisses). ~Angus of Ildon

Bronze Band adjacent party mentioned in 2026, we are so back, boys.

Reniril Zimrabar falls to her knees and asks GOD why He gave her a skygod that would be at work during that time.

As Solveig lay next to Nicky in warm, comfortable darkness, somewhere between sleep and dreams, a memory from the isle of Kalldur rose unbidden to her mind . . . a chance encounter with a small cursed child, her gentle mother, and her enigmatic father. Solveig remembered how well she had gotten on with the woman--Rhianwen, was it? Solveig was surprised she could recall the name--and how she had hoped it was merely the first encounter that would lay down a friendship with the couple, who seemed to so delicately walk the line between gentle kindness and cold hostility. But no, like so many other things on Kalldur, it had been but a single meeting, and the family had vanished into the immense continent of Azuras without a trace. For a moment, Rhianwen's warm smile, Khelman's clinical fatherliness, and Halom's inquisitive and cheerful face rose to view in her mind's eye as plainly as if she had met them yesterday. Like as not, she would never meet them again. Solveig slipped into slumber, her memories of Kalldur melding with dreams until nothing was left.