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trusthell2017-01-23 11:53 am
trustwellness) wrote in trusthell2017-01-23 11:53 am
WEEK 1.
Now that you've had a chance to yell at the Wordsmith, one thing is very clear. He wasn't lying. There's no escape from this place. You can explore all you like, but there aren't any ways to leave. It seems like there isn't much to do but settle in and get to know your fellow Apprentices. You're free to go wherever you'd like for the most part, but come 10PM the doors to the kitchen and the mail room will shut and lock and nothing you can do will get them to open. While you might be tempted to sleep in, you'll find that the clock in the foyer goes off every morning at 7AM and again in the evenings at 10PM without fail. You'll be able to hear it no matter where you are; it seems it's being broadcast over the PA system. You're welcome to go back to sleep after you hear it, but surely you don't want to spend the whole day in bed? (Unless you were out exploring all last night. In which case, go back to bed, damn.) |
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[OOC: Welcome to week one of Trustfell! Feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget to save those threads for coins and the activity check!
If you'd like to get in contact with the Wordsmith, you can do so through letters or the switchboard!]
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Nope! Or at least, I don't remember it.
[ He's told her a few stories just in them talking earlier, but they have only known each other a few days, so. Not a lot of time.
... Maybe it was a rhetorical question ]
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Historically, humans where I'm from haven't been the greatest of people, especially not to elves. A group of people killed the son of one of their leaders, and eventually led to the death of his daughter. In retribution, he bound a spirit to a wolf, and cursed them to live as wolves through its bite.
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[ She laughs at that. Man, what a story this is already beginning as ]
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The descendants begged for mercy, but when the man, who was made immortal by the curse, refused to listen, they switched methods. Bit and attacked members of the man's clan, until the man was forced to address the problem.
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... Maybe she's not the right person for it, at least with as fanciful of stuff as elves. Still, she hums, listening as she is sort of leafing through a book looking for a fun passage ]
He set up a curse that could affect his own clan?
[ She was okay with that vengeance in the first place even if it was silly just by nature of the idea of elves existing (sorry Varric) but that's... ill thought out ]
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[He shrugged. He'd never been in Zathrian's shoes, but he could at least appreciate the blind logic.]
That's grief for you, Fang.
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... She pauses in her pulling books off, and reading. She frowns, and ... Shakes her head ]
Must've been a complicated guy to curse them all rather than blowing them up with whatever magic elves do.
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[He quirked a brow at the woman, but didn't say anything else. At least, not in the way of her reaction.]
Your turn.
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[ . . . .
... Nah, this is boring. She shuts it and drops it to the ground instead of brushing her chin lightly. ]
You know there is one story I remember my grandfather telling, it was about this place called Urbino a few hundred years ago.
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It begins in the south of Europe, back at the tail end of the dark ages. Actually, this was a big part of what helped end it! So we start with a family... [ She pause here, running through her mind and finally coming up with, ] the Montefeltros. That was it. They had one boy who was a real smart mind for what he was, a really capable warrior and a skilled mercenary. Back then, the south of Europe's wars were all about mercenaries. Not a lot of the lords had standing armies, and that young Montefeltro boy mad his name as a mercenary general in those conflicts. Never lost a bout, that boy, but he also didn't betray a contract in all his time.
Actually, one of my great-uncles lived in his home city, that's how I heard about it in the first place.
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So, what happened to this family? [Prominent families never seemed to last long, at least in his experience. And knowing Elda, he expected whatever end she was gearing toward to be a particularly bloody one.
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Because my uncle's praises for the boy were much more to do with the homefront. Like I said, he was a mercenary without peer, so much so that the local rulers started to pay him just to not fight so he couldn't end up against them. And the boy took that money and paid it back into that city where he was prince: Urbino. [ She hummed ] The dark ages weren't a good time for anyone, but the big thing is humans became a lot less advanced and a lot more stupid. But that boy'd gotten the best learning that sort of time could provide, and hungry for more hired even more people t hunt down and copy out books for him. He and his wife served as a judge for disputes in the town. And what with his rep, through his whole life war never came to this city. Put it all together, and it was a spot even vampires came to in order to join the whole intellectual scene, if they were into that. For a human lifetime, you could probably call it the heart of the south.
[ She might be overblowing it, but she's into it now. She sighs ]
But, of course, like you said, things happen to big families. And while that boy did grow into an aged prince - the Montefeltros did hit a snag. That prince only had several daughters and the lone son he had was a sickly one. [ She doesn't make a comment one way or the other about how a daughter couldn't be an heir, just sort of takes that for granted, especially at the time ] My uncle said that sickly boy did his best to become great himself, but it still meant that moment his father past, all those people held at bay by his rep swept in to get the spoils. And so that light of the south that burned for a human lifetime was swept up in war and blown out in less than a fourth of that.
Because even if it was the most grand library and most fair court, that can't stop spears and cannons.