Shards of Memory-Prologue: Fractured Union

[Rystil Arden]

Kirkesh:
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"Oh, there's no need--you can have this back as soon as you want, of course," Vanessa replies with a smile as she returns the kiss.

"Hmm...all of my clothes are probably somewhat...uh...distinctive. Perhaps you could switch to male and take some of Sanchez's?"
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[Rystil Arden]

Zaeryn:
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*Zaeryn awakes wearily late the next morning, only to find that Valyssa must have awakened before him and carefully extricated herself without disturbing him. She is reading over a thick tome at the small desk on the side of the room, already washed up and wearing a clean dress, as her less-disheveled hair and the sweet scent of flowers wafting up from her attest.*
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[Rystil Arden]

Yuriko:
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*Rin nods, and the two of them perform a few cleansing rituals. As Yuriko comes in closer contact with the girl, she notices that Rin is older than she had originally thought, as her body is just beginning to mature. Afterwards, she meditates quietly through the night, barely staving off sleep. Fortunately, there is no trouble, and dawn breaks not a moment too soon.*
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[Rystil Arden]

Gaius:
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*After a few hours, the carriage stops in front of an extremely large and meticulously well-kept mansion with beautiful and splendid decorations--marble statues dot the fountains and gardens surrounding the place.*

"We are here," the Pleb states the obvious, as it slips the driver some coin, tosses back its silver hair, and once again offers a hand to help Gaius crawl out.
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[Rystil Arden]

Diedrik:
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*Amity smiles at Diedrik, and bows slightly, understanding the offer's significance:*

"I would be honoured to hear you play," she replies kindly, "Who knows when I will have the chance again?"
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[Keia]

Yotsu Yuriko, Martial Artist

Rystil[sblock]*Yuriko looked curiously at the young girl. Her mother was getting younger . . . would it be unreasonable for her to get older as well? Yuriko wondered on that . . . and wondered what changes were happening to herself as well. She performed her morning devotions, then readied herself for the day ahead, breaking camp.*

"I will be setting a fast pace today," Yuriko explained. "When the path is clear and clearly marked I will range far ahead and rest until you arrive. This should happen several times before we stop for the day. I will be looing for fellow monks to assist us in our travels to the monastery."

*Once everyone understood, Yuriko set off on her journey.*[/sblock]

 

[Rystil Arden]

Yuriko:
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*Everyone nods in understanding--Rin looking a bit different...had she grown during the night?--and so Yuriko sets off toward the monastery at the fastest speed she can manage, quickly outpacing the others as she ranges ahead.*
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[Festy_Dog]

Rystil:

[sblock]*Diedrik grins wryly, impressed at Amity seeing through him and laying his key motive out like that, if she was aware that she had.*

"Marvellous," he said, and threw his backpack over his shoulder.

*With cittern in hand he made himself comfortable in whatever space was provided for the tavern's performers. After dragging over a stool for himself and taking a moment to tune his instrument, he gauged his audience. For the next hour or so he played pleasant tunes and sung along to them softly, nothing terribly loud or complex, just music for a pleasant atmosphere.*

ooc: taking 10, +14 [7 ranks, +3 cha, +2 when more than one is used at one time, +2 equipment bonus when performing with cittern][/sblock]

 

[Keia]

Yotsu Yuriko, Martial Artist

Rystil[sblock]*Yuriko was concerned about the changes in Rin and her mother during the night. Before long though, her thoughts turned to her task. Scouting the way and looking for trouble, Yuriko paid attention to the trail and marked anywhere there would be a question on which way to go. After about two hours (assuming she encountered nothing), Yuriko sat and rested, catching a short nap until the others arrived. [/sblock]

 

[Rystil Arden]

Diedrik:
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*Though Diedrik is soft enough to provide pleasant background noise that will not interrupt any conversations, the patrons applaud at the end of Diedrik's performance, clearly appreciating his music.*

*As Diedrik packs away his cittern, Amity calls out to him in a clear voice:*

"Good luck Diedrik," and then she adds a translation of a Larakese saying, "May the winds of fate bring you good fortune."
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