Amaetheon in Altara - game over

[Eldrenia]

Eldrenia woke with a start. Her eyes still puffy from the night before she fixes here self in her mirror and walks out the door without looking at her companion.

[Joolis]

Joolis stood in silence as he studied the corpse at his feet. What was left of the corlm was riddled with cuts and burns.

This looks like bloody torture, he thought coldly. How did all these burns get here? Looks too precise.

Only a darkfriend could get any joy from torturing a creature like this, and judging by the strange patterns, possibly someone who could channel.

His thoughts were interrupted as a man approached with a shovel. Joolis nodded as the man hoisted the corpse onto a wagon and headed out of town.

[Carlia]

Carlia picks up the invitation slid under the door.

Carlia breathes a long sigh, " Another Party... Id best get ready." Before long the door bursts open and Carlia is striding off toward The Silken Trim for the exclusive party.

At least they won't allow the rabble if its invitation only.

[Chiron]

The farmer stumbled out of his house, beat from the last nights festivities, and ventured to the barn.

"Chiro lad... Chiron, get up. Back to the fields or I'll get some other migrant down on their luck to replace you."

Chiron grumbled a bit, rolled over in the hay bed, hardly have gotten any sleep with all the noise of parties and people last night.

Chiron got up, grabbed a hoe, and went out once again to the turnip field. Bloody turnips.

The farmer nodded his approval for the days work getting started.

[xoco]

'Ahh, an invitation from Lady Alaesha herself! And your name do be Carlia, then? Well, good morning, m'lady, good morning indeed. Welcome to The Silken Trim, m'lady, finest inn in Altara, if I do say so myself, and I do! Hah! Patrons none finer than the Lady Alaesha under my roof, yes. Follow here to the function room, a fine day for a party, a fine day indeed, yes.'

[Racquel]

Racquel left the inn after enjoying the festivities of the night before. Everything was much calmer now without the music and the dancing. The town crier was spreading the word about the death of a corlm during the previous night. Racquel had never met a corlm and didn't really know what that was. Racquel supposed that if there was more to the story, it would become apparent soon enough.

[Auriona]

Auriona sat quietly at a small table in the corner of the inn. She casually twisted a lock of bright red hair around a gloved finger as she sipped at her morning cup. Another day in paradise she whispered to no one in particular.

[xoco]

Vote count
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Minimum: L-10


Not voting: Adirne, Aira, Aldwyn, Ashlee, Astolfo, Auriona, Brocas, Callesa, Carlia, Chiron, Dolofonos, Eldrenia, Firimei, Gizmo, Joolis, Raek, Racquel, Rig, Tarkon, Torgor


Current deadline: 19/12 @21:00 GMT+0

[Firimei Lang]

OOC.
Sorry not been well. Stupid cold and asthma being a...right now.

[Racquel]

Racquel returned to the inn after wandering the local markets during the day. Sitting in the bar, Racquel waved to the barkeep and signalled for a mug of ale. Nodding at the barkeep, Racquel muttered, 'I heard there was a corn found dead. I wonder what happened? It appears that no one has reacted rashly and started a riot. It seems there will be no lynch today.'