WEEK 1.

[trustwellness]

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.) APPRENTICES REMAINING: 30

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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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[matchbreaker]

Now, now, don't get ahead of yourself. [ She jokingly scolds Varric, laughing in a sort of way that befits a haughty noblewoman. She's remembering her long abandoned past, apparently. She runs her fingers through her hair ]

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.