"I Remember A Book, Ah, I Think You Have It? The 'Moon's Lone Dreamer'? She Is Almost As If She Stepped

✏️ for Stelle?

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Soldan: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine! Stelle: How can you still say that? Soldan: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

Soldan: Someone will die. Stelle: Of fun!

Stelle considered his words. "While this is considered a grave sin where you are from, it is sadly not uncommon in the world I was born from..." Pause. "I have always wondered, Your Excellency, how do humans determine royal blood?"

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

“Aurora Borealis”, a chromolithograph from The Trouvelot Astronomical Drawings, 1882.⠀⁠

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Stelle followed Edgar's guidance, giggling a little. She was enjoying being here, among others at last.

@itisweselton

It had been planned for when the Veil thinned. Stelle embraced Acer, bidding him goodbye.

She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.

The other case had gifts for the Duke, to show her gratitude. Books of Harmonian tales, maps, gemstones...

She hoped to make a good impression as she went through the doors, to enter the waking world for the first time.

"Acer is my Lusus, my guardian... Parent. He raised me here on Lone Moon."

Another long growl.

"Acer is from Alternia, an Empire that Harmonus warily considers a trade partner." Stelle looked to where the growling came from. "However to most dreamers, Acer appears frightening."

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

The Párisi Udvar in Budapest, Hungary. Arcade/department store/ galleria built 1907-1913, in a mix of styles- venetian gothic, orientalism, jugendstil, renaissance.

The Bandits ran off, especially after a volley of very loud flashbangs.

Once satisfied they were gone, Capell came out of his hiding place, adjusting his bulletproof clothing and putting on a mask. "Are you hurt?" Capell asked.

His rifle was slung over his shoulder, clearly an air-powered one.

On Call

@adam--bomb

It was a more complex mission, but Aurora Lark III didn't just serve Trolls.

However, this planet, Pandora... It was a unique challenge in danger levels.

A respiratory illness was detected and determined dangerous, so the Aurora Lark III's scientists and doctors crafted vaccines. It was just getting the vaccines into the patients...

Bandits rarely came looking for anything other than a fight. Capturing them would be dangerous and unethical.

So the safest bet now... Darting them, as well as working on food-based vaccines.

If only there was a local doctor who could give insight before the powderkeg blew...

Capell Legato aimed his air rifle at a few Bandits that were carrying on in their usual way. It was then he noticed they were *after something*.

the current thing trad losers are losing their minds over is one singular dude on reddit that refurbished and hand painted a grandfather clock and they keep saying the guy “ruined its value” or “threw thousands out the window by vandalizing a precious heirloom” and let me just say as someone densely familiar with the world of antiques, there’s a 99% chance that this clock was a mass produced reproduction and there’s a 100% chance that clock is not as valuable as ppl think it is. when people hear the word ‘grandfather clock’ they’re always gonna assume you’re talking about something that was handmade in a woodshop by a jolly old man when rlly repros take up a waaay bigger slice of the market far more than any handcrafted items. and besides people will repaint or redecorate these ‘oh so sacred handcrafted items’ every day there’s a huge market for them. it’s the same reason why people like long furbies or dolls that have been customized to have like gore mouths or something. this is literally like watching a bunch of pretentious farts make a mountain out of a molehill. also the clock is kinda cool if I’m being honest

"True, but insight is insight. Even to know just one good royal exists." Stelle listened, "Harmonus acts as not just a multiverse hub, but preserves parts of worlds long gone. To save and revive extinct blood types, morphs, and species is instrumental to learning and preventing another extinction. I am proof it is possible."

Stelle went to another room, opening the door. It was all ice. Everything was frozen. "Oh... This is different."

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

"Oh... Him. He is probably foraging." the woman looked out, "If you have an herb order to make or pick up, talk to Mydaas. He manages our village... He may be talking to other clients." The older Troll seemed wary again.

"...It is indeed boiling season."

Mydaas could be seen talking to the shadier Trolls, taking payments and orders. He seemed better-dressed than most other villagers. Said villagers seemed afraid of him.

Mydaas suddenly shouted, "Rennoh! Come here!"

The Troll, wearing patchwork clothing, came over, his bell gently chiming. "Yes, Mydaas?" Rennoh looked up at the other Trolls, and shook his head no. Even when offered money, Rennoh shook his head no.

The old Troll looked to Soldan, "That is him. The Hunters here have wanted him as guide to the Wilderwood. Good luck."

@pcrplevenom

Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.

Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.

The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.

Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."