• Closed • Two Paths in a Wood (Mistral Mystery)

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• Closed • Two Paths in a Wood (Mistral Mystery)

Postby Oracle » Mon Apr 09, 2018 11:37 am

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70th of Ashan, Arc 718 - Afternoon
The rain and lightning had cleared for the afternoon, leaving the sky a perpetual shade of gray over Mistral Village. Even though the storms had departed for the moment, the village itself remained silent. Where normally the sound of children playing could be detected near the Wood, there was only the soft murmuring of insects and birds. The trees sighed in the wind, their branches creaking eerily.

Of late the trials in Mistral Village had grown quiet. In the past the nearby forest had been known as a safe haven for frolicking children and well-meaning travelers. The locals knew that so long as you did no harm to the Wood that the forest would let no harm come to you. The villagers knew this well, often leaving little gifts of flower wreathes and trinkets near the Wood’s edge to thank the spirits that protected them. However of late, children and adults that ventured into the forest had mysteriously begun to go missing. Several locals had ventured into Mistral Wood, seeking to find their lost family members, but they too had never reemerged. Within the last three trials, villagers have been cautioned against going near the forest again.

Messages requesting aid have been sent to every corner of the Stormlands and even into the city of Rharne. A handsome reward of several hundred gold nels has been promised to anyone who manages to find those that have been lost.

Silently the figure of an old hunched woman emerged from a nearby cottage, her russet brown skirts swishing as she hurried toward the edge of town where Mistral Village melded into the nearby forest. The women possessed careworn eyes and a face creased with smile lines. Although her visage might suggest the presence of happier times, her lips were dipped into a deep frown. Her name was Iris Marr and she was a grandmother. Her grandson William had vanished into the forest only two trials ago after playing there with his friends. She carried a wicker basket in her hands, the scent of pungent herbs and flowers wafting from the container.

The silhouette of a man stood near the edge of Mistral Wood, a glimmering oil lantern held in one hand as he peered into the depths of the forest. His name was Walden Marr and he served as the watchman of the city. The scent of alcohol clung to his breath. The sound of footfalls emerged as the old woman approached him from behind.

“You’re not doing any good standing out here in the rain son. Help will come, you’ll see.” The woman said softly as she approached a smooth flat stone placed at the forest’s edge. She knelt down and began unpacking her basket. Wreathes of stormflowers, and herbs were laid inside, along with a few necklaces made from bright blue glass beads.

“It ain’t doin no good leaving gifts for the bleeding spirits.” The man replied gruffly, his lantern jangling as he swore under his breath. “William’s been gone for two trials, and more have been missing since a week ago.”

“Maybe not.” Iris replied gently while she began placing the wreaths and bits of jewelry on the stone. “But this is all I can do. If only someone could tell us why this has happened…why the Wood has turned on us…”

“I don’t care why this happened!” bellowed Walden, “I just want them brought home!”

The old woman grew quiet as she finished placing the gifts on the makeshift altar. She gathered together her skirts as she came slowly and painfully to her feet.

“He’s your son, and my grandson, I want him back too Walden. I just think it’s important that we understand why this has happened before someone rushes into danger.” Iris stared at her son with a concerned expression, a moment of silence passing between them before she turned to realize that they were not alone. Several individuals, both strangers and perhaps a few locals had journeyed to the edge of the Wood as well.
Perhaps they had heard of their troubles and wished to help.

“Sorry you had to hear that” grumbled the watchman, turning from the forest and toward the amassed group of strangers. His sour expression was eclipsed by the hopeful face of Iris, the old woman pushing past her son to address the newcomers.

“Please tell me you’re here to help?”

The moment the woman asked the question a long mournful howl emanated from Mistral Wood, echoing among the dark trees.

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Welcome everyone to the first stage of the Mistral Mystery event! I am requesting that you only give 1 response to this thread as your post and your character's decision will determine which team you will be joining. Please make it clear which team you will be joining in your post. Will you side with Iris or Walden?

Please be aware that there is high risk associated with this event. Death should always be considered a possibility!

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Be aware that the success of each team is dependent on the other team. I will allow you to choose your team by either siding with Iris(Seeker) or Walden(Rescue), but if far too many people are joining one team then I may request that you switch to the other.

Rescue Team (3) Lynessa, Khama, Sabine, GemFull
This team will be tasked with locating and rescuing the missing children and adults within Mistral Wood!

Seeker Team (4) Rorom, Ptolemaios, Pepper, Nauta - Full
This team will be responsible for discovering the cause these disappearances!



If you have not yet pmed me about joining this thread, please do so. This way I can get an accurate count of those that wish to join.
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I will post the two threads for the individual teams in a week (4/16)
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Postby Ptolemaios » Mon Apr 09, 2018 2:06 pm

70th of Ashan

Not a two days had passed before Mouse did his part. As soon as he could get rid of Solos, Maios packed all he had in this life, put it on his back, and went after the trail. After a brief but brutal interview, Maios finally got what he wanted. Life would get much more complicated from now on, he thought. Mouse wanted nothing to do with him; there would be no more favors to draw. Understandable. The world had changed and it now belonged to strangers. Old men like him were forgotten, discaded. Relics of the past worthy of nothing more but a quick wave of the hand and a brief thought of, perhaps, respect.

After another night of sleeping under an open sky - Maios was determined to save up as much coin as he could - the news had arrived to Rharne; the Mistral Woods were no longer safe. Children gone missing. Adults vanished in the depth of the forest. The labourer was unsure whether to cry or laugh. What were the odds? It was no coincidence that Weasel had headed for the Woods and, suddenly, people had started vanishing. A coincidence would’ve been if him and Weasel had stumbled upon one another on the road, or if some hired hand had seen the tiny old man creeping his way through the farms. No; this was no coincidence. Maios knew it, deep in his heart. Weasel was involved in this, but he wasn’t sure how. A part of him, the young part that slowly withered within him, remembered Weasel as good-for-nothing. That part of him believed Weasel had gone missing along with men, women and children.

His other part, his bitter and wary part, told him something much darker. Maybe Weasel was behind the disappearances. It was possible; Weasel and him had been allies, good buddies in those ages past. There was no certainty to any of it. All he knew is that all paths led to the Woods, and, in truth, he had no option but to join the call for help.

Maios walked all day, sometimes on the roads, and sometimes directly through the wilderness. The promise of a reward had had an effect on a portion of the populace. The thrill of danger had called another group of adventurers, bards, and all other cunts too stupid to sit on their asses in the safety of the city. As he walked, he smoked. Cigarette after cigarette, it seemed he hoped to find his conclusion in the butt of a cigarette. Victim, or perpetrator? Rapted, or responsible? Time could change a man. Twenty arcs back, Maios would’ve never imagined to be where he was, or be who he was. Who’s to say Weasel was still the same he was?

The rain had made the journey insufrible, but the closer he got to the village, the more Maios retreated into his mind. He wasn’t ready to return. Even the sight of his crooked house could demolish him. He had left two empty beds in there, and a rotting corpse. He wasn’t brave enough to even look back when he left. Time had only made his panic worse.

Panicking would not help him. Marching into the forest on his own wouldn’t be a problem for him, but it would hurt his pocket. Deep down, Maios believed himself to be special. Whatever it was that took young and old alike, he felt his brutish strength could overpower it. If not, his axe could chop down whatever obstacle blocked his way; Weasel, wolves, or the forest itself.

When the rain had stopped and the afternoon was well set in, Ptolemaios found himself in his home village. He didn’t want to get recognized. Maybe they knew about his wife’s death, and his posterior flight. All he could do now was put on the hood from his cloak and hope his growing beard would help him remain anonymous.

A group had been gathered, and Maios joined in, a newly lit cigarette in his maws. He glanced towards the forest. He didn’t like it, never had. He had never allowed his daughters to even come close, regardless of what everyone else in this deadbeat village thought. Ten arcs prior, someone had suggested starting to cut down the forest. Not thin it out, but simply cut it down. The trees were large enough. The amount of wood they’d get out of it could probably make them a small fortune, maybe enough to fix the southern well. The proposition was shut down adamantly and it was never suggested again.

Maybe they’d change their minds after this. For now, Maios kept quiet and listened, although one thing had become clear; with all these people, even if half of them joined up, maybe he’d be better off risking his flesh to find out if it truly was Weasel who stood in the middle of this mess. So as the two sides became apparent, Maios grunted something and moved by the old hag. He felt it for those gone missing, especially for the children, but he felt it deeper for his own family, and Weasel was his safest bet to get them back.

Another thing became clear shortly after; the prospect of entering the woods at night made his hairs bristle.

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Two Paths in a Wood (Mistral Mystery)

Postby Rorom » Mon Apr 09, 2018 2:07 pm

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Rorom was wandering the flood plains of the great river running through the territory of Rharne when he heard rumors of those who'd gone missing in the Mistral woods. The rumor was concerning enough, but the fact that there were people lost in mistral seemed the largest problem to him. It pleased Rorom to help others find their way, whether by sea or land. So when he was able, he set aside some time between his trials spent fishing and ferrying to make his way to Mistral Village, where the crisis was occurring.

He took in the atmosphere of the woods as he made his way through. The forest canopy was somewhat alien to one who spent most of his trials on water. He had gotten used to the idea of walking among the trees and closed outdoor spaces since finding his way to Rharne, but it never ceased to put him ill at ease. Nevertheless, here he was. There were people who needed guidance, and Rorom would lend what navigational abilities he had to the cause. The night sky itself was a map of the world, and he would read it to bring these children home, or else to find the source of the troubles.

Rorom came upon the pair, as the woman was leaving offerings to what he presumed were the spirits of the woods. The gesture recalled his won custom of leaving offerings for the mer and Chrien, as well as saluting Uf'rek. "Greeting, watchman." He said in broken, heavily accented common, "Offering to spirits, a start. I can help to guide you in woods. Good sense of... eh... direction?" He scratched his head, hoping that one of these people around him knew the language of the Biqaj.

He knelt beside the old woman, and nodded to her. He left a small fishing hook next to her offerings. It was a symbolic gesture, signifying that he would help catch the source of these disappearances. He spoke a prayer in his own language then, "Uf'rek, guide us through these troubled waters. Chrien, I beg you stay your fury until the danger has passed."

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Postby Lynessa » Wed Apr 11, 2018 10:59 am

The disappearances at the Mistral Woods... Her contacts in Rharne had notified her about the mystery a few trials before a notice was sent out all over the city promising rewards to whoever could find the missing people. It was quite baffling, if she was to be honest. The woods were known as a rather mystical place. Tales of its ever-changing paths and hostility to disrespectful trespassers were known by the citizens of Rharne.

Leth, ever the hero, had suggested that they offer their assistance to find these people. It wasn’t at all out of place for the Knights and Priestesses to turn their attention to such occurrences and her partner figured it might as well be them, considering that they were practically doing nothing these days. He even pointed out that she had been itching for some action these days. But in the end it’s the offer of a reward that made the decision easier for her. So, Lyn had found a high priestess that and volunteered to be sent to the village.

Unfortunately, the perpetrator himself was suddenly summoned by his captain of a father. Leth had apologized profusely and promised to catch up to her should he get the chance, but Lyn knew better. He absolutely loved spending time with his father, craved his attention and approval, It was why she had ended up as a Lightning Knight in the first place.

Hence, Lyn strolled up to the small group gathered alone, clad in leather armor. Despite her comely face, the young woman moved with the ease of a skilled fighter and her eyes scanned the surroundings critically. The daggers on her hips also hinted at the nature of her work. Still, the chains around her wrists were the only indication of her status as a priestess.

It seemed like a few other volunteers had gotten there before she did. She watched the carefully, taking note of anything that might stand out to her.

Once she got close enough, Lyn met each gaze with a warm and professional smile. “Greetings. I am Sister Lynessa of the Thunder Priestesses. The news of these disappearances has been quite concerning and I am here to assist in locating the missing.”
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Postby Khama » Wed Apr 11, 2018 12:57 pm




She heard the pleas for aid, just as much as anyone in Rharne had. The Glass, the Earth and the Dust Quarters were all abuzz with the information of children going missing in Mistral Village. Plenty of Dusters didn't give two fucks, but the idea of making some easy coin for going into the woods and finding a few bodies seemed too good an opportunity to pass up for Khama. She didn't have a soft spot for kids, and she was just as likely to get paid for bringing bad news as she was for good news, so she couldn't lose. Those were good odds.

Armed with her trusty flask full of the grossest rum that Rharne could produce, she set off towards the village. Of course people had heard, and many were converging on the small village to offer aid and condolences. Khama wouldn't be surprised to see the Thunder Priestesses, Lightning Knights, the Order of the Adunih and probably some other storm-pun named factions lolling about, handing out bless-yous and proselytizing for their causes to the wounded and grieving. It was a solid business model, and one that Khama had yet to figure out how to exploit.

The gutterqueen stood back and watched as the men and woman stepped up, each choosing a side to offer their aid. She recognized the woman, and a mischievous smirk bloomed across her face. She drew her coat around her, its dirty sienna colouring splotched from dirt and bodily fluids. She pulled her gait up next to Thunder Priestess Lynessa, a sly glance from the corner of her eye moving to the Ilaren-worshipper. Smiling brightly, Khama offered her services, her broken Common peppered with Biqat.

"Esh've, I'm Khama. Here t' offer m' services t' ye. Heard ye's were missin' some chirren," she explained, her breath roasted fish and rum. The stench was thick and pungent. Walden had the look of a man whose greatest fears had come true, and that resonated in her. As she locked eyes with him, her smile faded slowly. He looked like he was missing something important.

People paid top coin for what they miss the most.

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Two Paths in a Wood (Mistral Mystery)

Postby Pepper » Thu Apr 12, 2018 6:52 am

68th to 70th Ashan, Afternoon
Mistral Village,
Stormlands, Rharne



Pepper had gone to her home for a short visit. Her parents had been glad to see her, but also looked a bit apprehensive. She soon found out the reason, children and even adults had been going missing within the woods.

“Messages for aid will have been sent out today. Everyone's been asked to avoid the woods till it has been sorted.” Reyna Farrow placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder, knowing this news would hit her badly. “By tomorrow, help should start to arrive. The missing will be found, Ilaren willing. Now, ” Reyna's voice grew firm with the merest touch of pleading. “ You promise me you won't go traipsing in the woods this time.”

Pepper looked to where Miret, her fairy, was hovering a little behind her mum. Agree to this. I know you want to help. We'll discuss it in private. Miret's sending was an intense burst of thoughts wrapped up in feelings. Concern, for Pepper first, and vaguely for those missing, came through the strongest.

But Pepper didn't like lying. You know I'll not be sitting by this time. I will most certainly be looking for them. We need to know why this has been happening to have any chance at stopping further disappearances. Pepper's sending was slower than Miret's, but still much much faster than conversation.

Fine. But, you still need to know more. At the very least. Miret knew this was one thing Pepper wouldn't be easily turned away from. And you need to be sensible about it as well. There's a time for honesty, and it's not right now. Exasperation at her charge's mule-headedness was threaded with pride at Pepper's willingness to help.

I won't lie. It never works anyway. Mum will know right away.

Bend the truth then.

Aren't you supposed to be good? Teaching me to lie better! Amusement saturated Pepper's sending.

I'm a fairy, not one of the Harishch! Miret's sending was downright snippy. The Harishch was rumoured to be an order of monks who were wholly committed towards being truthful. No one knew whether they were real or a fable.

The whole exchange had taken mere trills. Pepper met her mum's eyes and trying to project as much sincerity as she could. “I will go to the village then, see what news is there.” At Reyna's frown she allowed her indignation to show, “Mum these are kids I've played with! And folks from our own village! I should at least know who's missing.. see if I can help somehow..” Reyna slowly nodded agreement.

Pepper had gone to the village that afternoon, and the next. She sat in the tavern with her knapsack, and noted down all the missing people the locals there could tell her about in her journal. Names, why they had gone to the woods, any specific place within they had mentioned. With every passing break, her restlessness grew. She wanted to go in, start scouring at least those locations from the list that she knew about. Miret vetoed the idea each time. Not till there was better chance of succeeding. Not till some real help arrived. Pepper was this close to rebelling but she trusted Miret. From an objective standpoint, Miret's counsel made sense. If it ended up being needed, she had neither enough strength, nor any skills at arms to matter.. It'd be better to join a party which would have a higher chance of success than herself alone.

When she arrived in the village on the 70th of Ashan. she noticed some new faces in the village. Help was beginning to arrive. They might even start today. She headed to Grandma Iris's cottage in the afternoon to see if she knew anything more about William's disappearance. She found her and watchman Marr arguing. William's father was clearly suspicious of the woods, his son's disappearance had hit him hard.

She watched a few people volunteer to be either join Marr and look for the missing folks, or join Grandma Iris and find out why the disappearances were even happening. She felt torn. Her brain agreed entirely with Grandma Iris, but the part of her still scarred by Dan's disappearance from three years ago wanted to find the missing people first.

Miret? What should I do?

Where would we do the most good? Miret answered with another question after a short pause.

Pepper was forced to stop, looking at the volunteers. Watchman Marr had been joined by two non local women, one a beautiful and very competent looking lady. She certainly looked able to take care of any brigands or such. She moved well too. The other woman was tall and moved with strength as well. Grandma Iris had been joined by a Biqaj and a cloaked figure. The Biqaj was clearly a sailor, and Biqaj tended to be good at navigation. She also found herself intuitively trusting the man. The hooded and cloaked figure though.. She motioned to Miret, who zipped away. This one we've seen. It's Maios, the strong odd jobs guy!

Maios clearly didn't want himself known and she'd always felt wary, maybe even a bit scared, of him. Will he really look into why people are disappearing? Which party should I join. Neither of them have anyone who's recently played or been in the woods much. And Miret can definitely help quickly look at things. Pepper felt even more torn.

She stepped up and called out. “I'd like to join too. I know I'm still young, but I've played in the woods for nigh on seven arcs now. That may just help.” She turned to the crowd, and called out to a girl who was gripping her da's hand tightly. “Nori, will you tell one of my family I'm joining the search parties? Tell them I said sorry but I have to do this. I'll be careful” When Nori nodded her head, she turned back to the groups on the wood's edge.

She hesitated another breath.

You know you'll always have me. Miret's sending was quiet but strong with support and a silent determination. Choose whichever you feel is most important.

Pepper mentally apologised to Dan. If we find why this is happening, we may end up knowing where to look. My list doesn't show any special patterns.. She frequently found talking things out with Merit helped her settle on a course of action. It may even end up saving time overall.

“I'll join you Grandma Iris, if I may.”
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Postby Sabine » Sat Apr 14, 2018 12:29 am

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The damp air clung to her skin like beggars outside a nel-rich bar, while the cold sunk straight into the center of her bones. Sabine shivered, warring between gratitude that the rain had briefly let up and irritation that it was there in the first place. The last few trials had been filled with thunderstorms which, while not unusual for the season, carried with them a feeling of solemnity that seemed to permeate the usually celebratory city of Rharne. Even the horse she had ridden to the village seemed displeased, bucking against her attempts to move any quicker than a canter. She’d left the damn thing tied up at a nearby farm before trudging the rest of the way, giving the farmer’s wife several gold nel for her trouble.

Sabine shifted back and forth, squelching grass beneath the heel of her boots. She had left the traditional white cloak of the Thunder Priestess Novitiates at home, opting instead for her rain-soaked leather jacket over brown pants and knee-high boots that were now heavily speckled with mud. Her hair was pulled back into a long, braid-coiled bun - also soaked with rain. She suspected she wasn’t quite the sight for sore eyes that the villagers would have liked to see, nor was she the perfect representation of her faction that her mentor would have expected.

But she was here, damn it.

Here, and not curled up in blankets next to a warm hearth as was her original morning’s plan - at least until the Harpy Inn’s bartender mentioned that another boy had gone missing, at which point both guilt and curiosity had struck her like a sledgehammer. So she was here, and they would just have to take what they could get.

Sabine surveyed the edge of the woods, dangling a whiskey-filled flask from her left hand. A bo staff was strapped to her back, and a medical kit, waterskin, and rations were each stuffed into the leather bag that was slung haphazardly over her shoulder. A coin purse hung discretely from her belt and a dagger was strapped to her right hip, though it was anyone’s guess if she knew how to use it.

(She did, for the record.

Just not very well.)

An argument drew her attention, one that seemed to spawn more from desperation and despair than any true malevolence. She shifted closer as the words exchanged between the older woman and the gruff-sounding man made it more and more clear that they were discussing the mission at hand, and found herself standing just steps behind a red-headed woman and a brunette. One of them smelled faintly of rotten fish, though she couldn't entirely pinpoint who.

She took a step back.

“I’m Sabine,” she said, offering what seemed like an unnecessary cross between a salute and a wave. Her eyes flitted to the woman who had introduced herself as Lynessa. “Er, Sister Sabine. Thunder Priestess.” A cough. “Right. So, ah, I think I can help you find those kids, too.”

Because if anyone was going to “rush into danger,” why wouldn't it be her?

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Postby Nauta F'mos Geey » Sat Apr 14, 2018 6:13 pm

The problem of the village as Nauta understood it was a little bit odd though the alchemist should already be used to the strangeness of Idalos. When he got the lead, he dismissed it as superstition- one of those things so impossible not even those in the city believed it to be true but the more he heard of Mistral Forest and its selective fate of those who entered it, either able to return home unharmed or be lost for trials with a newfound fear and respect of it, the more he was reminded of that strange forest he found himself in during his desertion. To say the similarities only piqued his interest would be an understatement.

And if it was more than just the rumored similarities, it may be worthwhile for the alchemist to answer the village's request for aid; if only as an excuse for him to visit for his own purposes. While enticing, the gold was not as important as the bounty of the forest he may be able to chance upon. With much eagerness, Nauta left Rharne early enough to make good time to the village- faster than the half trial trip by foot or even by mount. The time it got him was spent at the village's popular pub to learn more of the forest from the perspective of the locals. Just as he suspected, there was nothing much to be learned or the villagers would have solved the problem on their own instead of requesting for aid.

At least Nauta was able to learn some of the more important practices the villagers developed for the forest; the practice of leaving gifts for their own safety and the superstition to not harm the forest by logging or hunting. Currently those practices were considered useless to the villagers or those lost would be led home by the footpaths, or so they believed. All the same even if they were presently ineffective, Nauta saw no reason to ignore what he learned. The faint chance it may actually be useful was the reason the aukari wandered the village on the lookout for its specialties and some gifts he may prepare for the forests and its guardians... the tunawa? Whatever.

A bottle of the pub's house beer, some sweet potatoes, a wreath of flowers and a wooden toy were those Nauta chose for this purpose. Anything else he might want could wait until his task was accomplished. That was when the aukari heard of the gathering of concerned villagers and newcomers which like him, answered the call for aid- all near the edge of Mistral Forest. With no other suggestion, Nauta made his way there with the direction of the villagers and, even more warnings to not go into the forest itself. It was not the most encouraging omen for his task but if the idea was he would only be harmed if he entered the forest, there was no reason to not hear them out first.

He proceeded at a leisurely pace which only picked up after he heard the howl although his newfound haste did not mean his attention to any possible dangers he was made aware of was relaxed. By the time he reached the group, he already found them splitting up and with a chance to think things through, volunteered to look into the wood's changed behavior. He could have joined the other group to search for the missing people as the aukari was involved in a number of rescues already but, those were unintentional and joining the rescue group would not fulfill his goals. He kept that fact to himself and instead sold himself as a contributing member to the seeker team since he had been in a similar forest, once. Hopefully it was enough.
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Postby Geminius Rose » Mon Apr 16, 2018 9:43 pm

Gem didn’t exactly see what the point of his being involved was other than to help out. The mixed blood had heard enough about the Mistral Woods to be appropriately wary of them but -- kids were missing. Children, small people of the non-Tunawan variety. He’d never had to go through what the children must have been, even if his upbringing was a bit less orthodox than most might claim. And so it was that this was the sole reasoning of how Gem ended up among the volunteers answering the call for help. The families would surely have some beginning of feeling better in knowing that there were people willing to help.

But, as Gem approached the group that had already formed, they were divided. Go one way or the other, choosing to find the children or find the source of the strange disappearances. He was more than sure that the children should be the first priority, but others were clearly not seeing it the same way. Some these kids must have been missing for some time, if all the talk was correct, and being gone any longer would surely not bode well for them.

“I’ll help find the children,” he stated, glancing over at the others. He noted that a few of the volunteers looked like seasoned individuals, in more than one sense. This was good, right? Surely they would have some knowledge to impart or be of a lot more help than he in whatever it was that they had chosen to do.
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Two Paths in a Wood (Mistral Mystery)

Postby Oracle » Mon Apr 16, 2018 9:56 pm

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Congratualtions, you made it to the end of Stage One of the Mistral Mystery Event!

By now everyone should be assigned to their teams. Thank you all for somehow keeping the size of the teams even. I really appreciate it! :D



The new threads for each team will be listed below.
Rescue Team: (Gem, Khama, Lynessa,Sabine)
Thread: Rescue Me

Seeker Team: (Rorom, Maios, Pepper, Nauta)
Thread: Seek and Ye Shall Find
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