"How can you have plenty of wine and cider in your clan, but no drinking games?"
Niamh raised a finger. "Tel garas solasan, da'len," she chided carefully. Innes was becoming a friend but was still a stranger talking about her people. "We got plenty 'o song and festive ways. Just never had games like this is all.
"Alright, let's see," Innes said, peering around the crowd. Niamh looked as well, unsure of what his intentions were. She saw two men engaged in some kind of minor drinking contest. Another man held a beautiful woman in his arms, her eyes also scanning the room contently. Niamh's gaze met with her own for a second and it didn't feel as though there was any animosity. Instead, it was comfortable. A rare occurrence coming from a human.
Finally, Innes seemed to find what he was looking for. Two young women gossiping about some type of dashing lad. "Every time they mention his name," he explained in low tones, "we drink. You up for it?"
The elf laughed before listening close. She didn't have to wait too long before one of the woman proudly boasted of Jacob's preference for purple over any color. A wonderful coincidence considering her lilac gown. Niamh took a large sip, finishing her first drink and grabbing another.
Post by Innes Cameron on Jul 23, 2017 21:12:58 GMT -5
His gentle teasing over Niamh's ignorance of drinking games earned him a soft rebuke. "Tel garas solasan, da'len," she murmured, her finger raised in warning. "We got plenty 'o song and festive ways. Just never had games like this is all."
He had not meant offence and so Innes took the chiding in his stride, accepting that boundaries needed to be laid. Rather than dwell upon his oversight, he focused on thinking up a new game for them to enjoy. His suggestion was welcomed by Niamh, who laughed in delight at the idea, and the pair readied themselves for what was surely the equivalent of shooting fish in a barrel.
Sure enough, Jacob's liking of purple became a topic of conversation. Innes was not quite finished his mug but Niamh downed hers and reached for another. He was almost certain the rules of the game meant it ended when Niamh reached the bottom but since it would mean that Niamh was the loser for having finished first, Innes turned a blind eye. Not that he would do so if she reached the bottom of the second mug before him! That would most definitely make him the winner.
"Right then, let's do this."
Somehow, Innes reckoned that he might end up regretting this. He really could not hold his drink as well as Niamh evidently could, and besides he was already delicate from the night before. Suck it up, man. Denerim men don't buckle and all that.
Over the course of the next short while, both Innes and Niamh discovered that Jacob preferred a lady to wear her hair up (Innes doubted Jacob even noticed), that Jacob thought King Alistair was an excellent monarch (no doubt the King would be relieved) and that Jacob was one of the best swordsmen in the country (oh come on, personal pride said otherwise). That was about the point that Innes had to declare defeat.
"I concede," he half-groaned, pushing the last quarter of his cider away from him. Crooking his arm on the table, he rested his forehead against it for a few moments as he tried to calm his unsettled stomach through deep breaths and a silent promise not to drink anymore. "You win, Niamh. Dare's yours to give."
Niamh wasn't paying attention to how much she was drinking, which was quite a bit indeed. Instead, she paid attention to the story of Jacob, the greatest man to grace Fereldan since King Arseface of the Shemlen shem'd his way into being king. In addition to being a great fighters and smart lad, he smelled like pine trees, had a pack of Mabari at his command, and (speculatively) possessed manhood the size of one of Gwaren's largest trees. A great man, indeed.
Turning to Innes, it seemed that he had not drank as much as Niamh managed. That was a surprise and Niamh had just enough time to think about it before a rush of drunken numbness rushed over her. The room wasn't quite spinning but if she closed her eyes, it did feel wobbly. Innes did the smart thing and pushed his drink aside.
"I concede," he groaned. "You win, Niamh. Dare's yours to give."
The elf didn't even need to think it over. She knew exactly what she wanted, even though she could have done anything. She might have made Innes do cartwheels or lick the floor or break an egg over his head. She wanted none of those thing and opted for something simple.
Post by Innes Cameron on Jul 23, 2017 22:21:22 GMT -5
It took no time at all for Niamh to decide what she required from Innes as forfeit for conceding the game. "Sing me a son, Innes." It was something so incredibly dastardly and underhand that for a moment, he thought that he had misheard what the dare was to be. Surely she hadn't just... Maker, had she really... Void take him, yes she had.
"A song?" he echoed, lifting his head to squint at her. "Why would you want me to sing you a song?" He supposed he had a decent enough voice. No one had yet run screaming whenever he opened his mouth to sing along with the Chant, anyway. But he was as far from being a minstrel as anyone could be. There was a reason he was a guardsman. Lack of artistic flair. Theatrical flair given the right circumstances, yes. Artistic? No, not even on the very best day with the very best inspiration in front of him.
"Alright," he pushed himself up so he was sitting straighter. "There was a song which was popular in the taverns around the time of the Blight. It's not particularly joyful for a wedding, but it means something to me."
Maker, this was embarrassing. But a dare was a dare. Taking a deep breath, Innes began to softly sing, his voice a pleasant enough baritone.
Where’s the one Who will guide us into the night. What’s to come Is fire and the end of time.
I am the one Who can recount what we’ve lost. I am the one Who will live on.
I have run Through the fields of pain and sighs. I have fought To see the other side.
I am the one Who can recount what we’ve lost. I am the one Who will live on.
He sat back in his chair and gave a little shrug. "There's your song, Niamh."
[shamelessly stolen from DA:I Tavern Song and edited to remove references to the Breach LOL]
"A song?" Innes asked, somewhat surprised. Niamh nodded. "Why would you want me to sing you a song?"
The question made her laugh a bit. Was it really so odd? Perhaps it was; she imagined that many of the dare's shemlen asked each other were wanton displays of debauchery. A casual bit of violence or a ill thought, stolen kiss. It was hard to not think ungraciously of humans, even in their leisure. Niamh tolerated them and even respected them at times. Hell, she loved one of them. But she'd never forget what they could be. She did not want Innes to be that.
"I think everyone's got a song in 'em" she explained.
"Alright," he said, sitting up taller. "There was a song which was popular in the taverns around the time of the Blight. It's not particularly joyful for a wedding, but it means something to me."
The elf nodded. "That'll do more than 'nuff," she said. "Songs dun gotta be light, they just gotta be true."
So he sang and Niamh, comfortable with drink, listened close. Innes' voice was fair enough, although he would not likely start a new life as a minstrel any time soon. The words were tinged with sorrow and the elf could see the faces around them move from amusement to a shared loss. The Blight had not been kind to anyone but while her clan had mostly avoided the darkspawn, the humans were settled in place and not so lucky. She didn't want to imagine the scale of their loses; she simply knew it would be her job and that of all the Grey Wardens to prevent it should those times come again. So Innes sang and Niamh listened close. When he was done, a smattering of applause filled the room as he sank into his seat.
"There's your song, Niamh."
"Aye, there it where," she agreed before smiling. "Good 'nuff, I think, that ye've earned the right to dare me to summat as well. Just make it a good one, yeah?"
Post by Innes Cameron on Aug 4, 2017 13:34:06 GMT -5
His first impression had been that Niamh requested the song as a way of embarrassing him. Yet as she listened closely to the words, it was clear that the she had made her request with no hidden agenda whatsoever, instead simply wishing to hear whatever he chose to share. He rather liked that; and he respected her all the more for it.
"Aye, there it where," she acknowledged once he had finished his performance. There was a smile upon her face which warmed him. He had chosen well and performed fairly. That was as much as anyone could ask when fulfilling a dare. "Good 'nuff, I think, that ye've earned the right to dare me to summat as well. Just make it a good one, yeah?"
His brows shot upwards. Now there was a twist. Leaning back in his chair, Innes regarded the Warden for a long moment, deciding what he would request. He doubted he could match the surprise of hers, but neither was he going to reduce this to an ill-advised caper.
"I dare you..." he began, laughing a little at himself even as he spoke. But hey, if this dare benefited him, where was the harm? "... to tell me how I might impress my..." Void take him, he'd have to say it to save a long winded explanation of what existed between himself and Lin. He just really hated how it made him feel fifteen all over again. "... sweetheart. The one who," he waved a hand about to indicate Lin's absence, "... has abandoned me and will no doubt be irritated that I haven't yet gone to find her." Well, possibly not. Linette enjoyed being left to her own devices. Besides, she was probably with Ferren and all three of them already knew that Innes cramped their particular style.
"So, Niamh, there's the dare: help me to make sure I'm not in disgrace."
There were so many drinks to have tonight and Niamh was more than glad to take another one of Innes'. The slight elf took another mug from from the tray and began to lightly sip at it. She'd had quite a lot to drink already and hoped to pace herself but she knew it would be a tragic shame to let these drinks sit idle. It was as good enough a way to relax as well. Innes song had truly been a thing of beauty. It was now time to relax before her new friend decided on her dare.
Innes leaned back in his chair. Niamh's stomach jumped a bit. Dares were exciting but scary. She hardly knew Innes and trusted him to be a gentleman but who knew what task he would cook up for her? A dance right here in front of every one. A challenge to drink a mug upside down. There were plenty of options. A lesser man might take advantage of that and if Innes was a lesser man, she'd kick his ass once he did. But he seemed pensive instead, chuckling slightly but keeping a relaxed tone.
"I dare you..." he started dramatically "... to tell me how I might impress my..." A pause "... sweetheart. The one who has abandoned me and will no doubt be irritated that I haven't yet gone to find her. So, Niamh, there's the dare: help me to make sure I'm not in disgrace."
The elf tilted her head in confusion at that. What kind of dare was this? How was she supposed to help with that? She took another sip of her drink, stalling for time. Eventually, she had to admit the truth for herself: there was no magic answer here. Instead, all she could do was be honest.
"Just be good. yeah?" she said plainly. "Ye ken start by just callin' her yer gal and being honest-like." That sounded like good advice. "Tell her that ye care and try to surprise her. If yer a mage, try zappin' her with lightning during yer love times. Iff'n ye cannae do that, nick some of them noble's flower 'an hand her those."
She shrugged. "I dunno iff'n that helps 'cus I ain't someone what knows 'bout disgraces and such. But seems t'me ye ken start impressin' yer lass jut by bein' open 'an adventure-some with her."
Post by Innes Cameron on Aug 13, 2017 17:19:36 GMT -5
Unconventional, yes. But the dare which Innes posed to Niamh was one that was intended to be practical as much as as it was meant to provide entertainment. But the question clearly confused the young Warden. With her head tilted to one side, she sipped at her drink while considering her answer.
Eventually, Niamh set down her cup. "Just be good. yeah?" was what she advised. Well, without being immodest, Innes thought he was rather good already. "Ye ken start by just callin' her yer gal and being honest-like." His girl? Hmm, that sat on his tongue about as comfortably as 'girlfriend', but he took the point that Nimah was making: he should be upfront about what Lin was in his life. That... should be easier now. What with talking with Ferren and his plans to broach the topic of Diago. Except Innes wasn't entirely sure how Lin would respond to him being more demonstrative. She barely tolerated his deliberately muted affection as it was! "Tell her that ye care and try to surprise her. If yer a mage, try zappin' her with lightning during yer love times." He choked on his ill-timed mouthful of cider. No prizes for guessing who had introduced her to that particular trick... which Innes had not even realised was possible. Void take him, if this was his punishment for encouraging Kahrin to break her vows and seeks out Bann Ainsley (as he was then), it was suitably chastising. "Iff'n ye cannae do that, nick some of them noble's flower 'an hand her those."
Recovering his breath, Innes could not help but laugh. "I'm no mage," he confided, eyes twinkling. Better to focus on the intriguing detail of what could be done as opposed to who had done it. "Maybe don't tell her about that lightning thing? I'm not sure I could compete." But the suggestion of flowers was... equally difficult. He would be more than happy to give Lin flowers. Whether Lin could be happy to receive flowers... well, it wasn't even a question. Although she did surprise him quite often. Maybe she would appreciate it? It had the potential to go either way, to be honest. Maybe he should try it at least once?
Niamh rolled her shoulders. "I dunno iff'n that helps 'cus I ain't someone what knows 'bout disgraces and such. But seems t'me ye ken start impressin' yer lass jut by bein' open 'an adventure-some with her."
Adventure-some, he had covered. But maybe there were other ways to be adventure-some than what they already did. Different ways. But all of this required Innes actually speaking with Lin about what she would appreciate. Still, he was grateful to Niamh for at least giving him something to mull over.
"I'm not one for being in disgrace either. Not serious disgrace, anyway," he admitted with a crooked grin. "But it sounds like I could benefit from being more open. So," he raised his cup of cider and toasted the Warden, "consider your dare duly filled."
Niamh might have overshared slightly when it came to suggesting how to keep Innes' partner interested. The mention of lightning was meant half in jest but it was a fair enough suggestion on the small off chance that Innes was a mage. Although she supposed he wouldn't admit to such a thing even if he was, particularly given the crowd around them.
"Maybe don't tell her about that lightning thing?" he ask. "I'm not sure I could compete."
The elf shook her head. "Ye can't," she said. "I ain't gonna waggle me tongue too much talking 'bout what mages can and cannae do during love times but s'pretty exciting shite. But I hear there's food what ken getcha both in a right good place. Honeys and sweets and such. Berries too!"
Perhaps one day, Niamh would learn to properly filter her comments but today certainly wasn't the day. Doubly so given the amount of drink she'd guzzled down. The best she could hope for was that her advice wasn't completely awful. She figured that being open with his gal and maybe trying a few new things would be enough to preserve his honor. He seemed to think over her advice for a moment.
"I'm not one for being in disgrace either. Not serious disgrace, anyway," he said with a smile. "But it sounds like I could benefit from being more open. So," he raised his cup of cider, "consider your dare duly filled."
Niamh lifted her own glass, taking a small sip before giggling a bit. She didn't think much of her advice but if Innes thought it was good enough, that was fine. Still, she wondered about the man before her.
"Innes, ye said yer a friend of Her Grace," she noted. "How's that happen? Y'know, I met her 'fore all the celebratin' and while some that were spent to co-misery about Anders, plenty of it were very nice. Yer lucky iff'n she's among yer friends."
Post by Innes Cameron on Aug 26, 2017 16:16:12 GMT -5
Taking a sip from her own glass, Niamh let loose a little giggle which shook her shoulders. Innes could not help but grin at the sight of her, pleased by her unexpected company while Lin was... actually, maybe he should worry a little more about where Linette might be. If it was in the company of Ferren... best not to think on that, if he were honest. Hopefully they would each remember their promise not to disturb the celebrations.
"Innes, ye said yer a friend of Her Grace," Niamh spoke, snaring his attention away from his thoughts. "How's that happen? Y'know, I met her 'fore all the celebratin' and while some that were spent to co-misery about Anders, plenty of it were very nice. Yer lucky iff'n she's among yer friends."
Ignore the detail about the co-miserising. Ignore, ignore, ignore. "I'm very lucky," he acknowledged with a fond smile, his gaze briefly darting across the room in search of said person. But, not unsurprisingly, Kahrin was nowhere to be found. No doubt doing maidenly things... no, he better not make himself laugh. "She keeps me dishonest. Reminds me that life isn't always about following the rules. Sometimes it's about doing what feels right, and how that can be far more important."
Leaning back in his chair, Innes raised a shoulder in a half-shrug. "We met a few years ago. Both young City Guards. Shared a lot of things in common. It's easy to stay friends when that's the case."
Very deliberately not asking a reciprocal question about Anders, or indeed any Wardens, Innes raised an eyebrow as he took a tentative sip of his own drink. "Will Lady Moira be waiting for you? I don't want to be the reason for a falling out."
Innes had a very different assessment of Lady Kahrin than Niamh had gotten from their meeting. "She keeps me dishonest. Reminds me that life isn't always about following the rules. Sometimes it's about doing what feels right, and how that can be far more important."
The elf tilted her head in curiosity. She'd never considered the potential importance of dishonesty. For her, it was essential to be truthful and forward; things left unsaid created assumptions and miscommunications that hurt terribly. That had been the case with Anders. Yet, as she moved further down the path of being a Grey Warden, she was already starting to understand how nuanced things could be. Apparently, Lady Kahrin was a bad influence on Innes but it seemed okay. Innes was a decent man; perhaps Kahrin's reminders to be indecent helped make him, lacking a better term, more human.
"She seemed so sure of herself when we met," Niamh noted. In spite of wedding nerves and old pains, Kahrin held firm as an oak tree. "Reliable and kind. I dunno her as you do 'an I got a rightsome suspicion of shem lords 'an ladies but she seems the right sort."
Innes shifted in his chair. "We met a few years ago. Both young City Guards. Shared a lot of things in common. It's easy to stay friends when that's the case."
Niamh knew that Kahrin had been a guard working for Nathaniel at some point but forgot to consider that she must have been on that beat long before being called up for duties with the Wardens.
"I'm sure you made quite a duo," Niamh offered, imagining dangerous back alley brawls and swashbuckling adventures. "S'funny, eh? The paths we go down? I bet ye never thought she'd be havin' a weddin' with such a fancy fellow as the teyrn."
They both took sips of their drinks. "Will Lady Moira be waiting for you? I don't want to be the reason for a falling out," Innes said diplomatically.
That brought a smile to Niamh's face. "She'll be waitin' fer me, aye, 'an we'll enjoy ourselves some lonesome time presently," Niamh offered with a sly smile. She'd find a few ways to apologize for her absence but for now, talk of romance begged another question. "Meantimes, I wanna know 'bout yer own lass what yer dare was 'bout. I bet she's real special.."
Post by Innes Cameron on Sept 1, 2017 9:08:24 GMT -5
His explanation of his friendship with Kahrin seemed to cause a moment of consternation for the young Dalish Warden. Well, if he were honest, his friendship with Kahrin caused more than a few moments of consternation for Innes as well. But that was simply the way of it. It wasn't as if he didn't cause Kahrin marked strife every now and then, too. Mostly when he was in the midst of a particularly impassioned lecture.
But regardless of what Niamh thought about it, she was quick to accept it. She complimented their ability to pal around as a duo before remarking on how unimaginable this wedding might have been at one time. If only she knew the half of it. But none of that mattered now. None of it.
When he reminded her of Moria's company, the smile which lit her face was a sight to see. "She'll be waitin' fer me, aye, 'an we'll enjoy ourselves some lonesome time presently." Her expression turned sly and Innes snorted, shaking his head but grinning all the while. Subtlety was in short supply around here tonight, it seemed. But who cared? "Meantimes, I wanna know 'bout yer own lass what yer dare was 'bout. I bet she's real special.."
He laughed a little beneath his breath. "Well, I think so, anyway." It was a deliberately muted response. Talking about his relationships was not something in which Innes freely indulged. It was too important to him to keep his privacy. "But I know better than to speak about her when she's not around to hear what I say. Even if it's nice things." Especially if it was nice things. This... whatever this was... really was quite odd if he thought about it. Just as well that Innes did not dwell upon it needlessly.
He grinned as he looked around the large hall, surveying the many guests who were enjoying themselves in various activities. "I bet almost every conversation today has touched on lovers or potential lovers at some point. Something about weddings seems to bring out everyone's thoughts on romance, hm?"
Niamh couldn't help but notice how tight lipped Innes was about his relationship. Even taking his dare into consideration, the guardsman seemed to shy away from open declarations of affection. Given the setting and her own enthusiasm, Niamh found it peculiar. If you loved someone, why not shout it to the world? Not only did you get to brag, and Niamh definitely enjoyed bragging, but sharing your cheer always seemed a good idea. It mostly ended in smiles, something which the world could always do more of. But in spite of her questioning, Innes remained taciturn.
"Well, I think so, anyway," he said simply. "But I know better than to speak about her when she's not around to hear what I say. Even if it's nice things."
It didn't make much sense but Niamh nodded regardless. "S'long as ye make up for it with losta private pretty words," she replied. "Ye got a dashin' look 'boutcha so I bet yer lass and ye make a handsome pair."
Her drinking companion offered a fine grin as he looked around the room. All around, happy faces laughed and chatted the night away. The first time Niamh had ever been around so many people, she'd kept a look over her shoulder the whole time. Now, among the cheerful and rosy cheeked party goers, she felt at ease.
"I bet almost every conversation today has touched on lovers or potential lovers at some point," Innes noted. "Something about weddings seems to bring out everyone's thoughts on romance, hm?"
"Cannae help it, yeah?" Niamh asked. "Them Teyrn and Teryna skippin' about as they are would make 'nyone get lovesome thoughts. But since we're on them topics 'an I gave ye such help, how 'bout you tell me summat special I ken do fer me own lass?"
She smiled innocently. It seemed only fitting that Innes return her favor.
Post by Innes Cameron on Sept 15, 2017 20:20:56 GMT -5
Niamh was in agreement about the main topic of conversation throughout the room. "Cannae help it, yeah?" she observed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Which, if Innes thought it over a little more, it really was as simple as that. "Them Teyrn and Teryna skippin' about as they are would make 'nyone get lovesome thoughts." No doubt about that. Except Niamh was already onto something else. "But since we're on them topics 'an I gave ye such help, how 'bout you tell me summat special I ken do fer me own lass?" His head whipped round as Innes refocused on his companion, eyes wide in disbelief. There was nothing in the whole of Thedas which could convince him that the Dalish Warden truly deserved to own such an innocent smile as the one which currently sat upon her lips.
Two could play at that game. "Something special?" he repeated, lips thinning as he pursed them in thoughtfulness. "I take it you mean something similar to that lightning trick?" He rolled his shoulders in an apologetic shrug. "I'm afraid I don't have anything which could compete with that." Well, aside from never taking for granted the people who loved him and always striving to never place them in needless danger on account of his own personal crusades. But that probably wasn't what Niamh meant when she asked for something special. True enough, having basic care and respect for those most important in his life didn't seem that special at all, just bloody obvious.
"Anyway," his smile softened as he teased her good-naturedly, "from what you've said, it doesn't seem like you need any advice from me, Niamh. Every time you mention Lady Moira, you brighten even more." That much was true; it was clear to anyone that the Warden was very much taken with her noblewoman. "I can't imagine that she would want anything different to what you already do for her, lonesome times or otherwise."
Innes wasn't exactly nonplussed at Niamh's request but he seemed a bit skeptical that his advice could match some of her previous experiences. "I take it you mean something similar to that lightning trick?" he asked. "I'm afraid I don't have anything which could compete with that."
Niamh blushed deeply but kept a sly grin. She wanted to remember Anders for many things. For his kindness and his belief in her, for his easygoing way with people and how he seemed to bring out the best in others in spite of himself. But if she was being honest, one of the things she would remember the most was their first night together. Her first night with anything. He'd been so generous and while the elf wasn't exactly asking Innes for tips of that persuasion, she shrugged at his reply. No, she doubted that he had anything that could compete with Anders.
"Ain't gotta be 'bout sleepin stuff," Niamh said. "But I'll take any words ye got."
"..from what you've said, it doesn't seem like you need any advice from me, Niamh. Every time you mention Lady Moira, you brighten even more." As if to confirm that statement, the elf beamed. She was in love; why not share that with everyone? "I can't imagine that she would want anything different to what you already do for her, lonesome times or otherwise."
Niamh made a dramatic showing of listening to the advice before standing up out of her chair with similar panache. "I guess I got it too good," she said with a giggle. "'An iff'n ye cannae help and spin me some wisdoms, I gueeessss we'll just hafta part ways. Shame on ya, leavin' a lass with an unfulfilled request..."
Cyn: No posts this weekend, sorry! It's D&D crunch time and I've gotta write half a campaign by noon tomorrow or I'm so very screwed
Sept 9, 2017 20:49:59 GMT -5
JWhitey: Is anyone around?
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Innes Cameron: Hello, JWhitey! If you need to speak to someone, PM one of the Staff directly (if you haven't already!) ;D
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JWhiteyGames: Hello! And thanks! I did. I was just looking to see if anyone was on in general. After reading the guidelines and peeking a bit more though, I realized the box isn't used the same as before.
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ann: *peeks head in* So, returning rp'er to the dragon age universe. I was wondering who of the staff one should poke about character concept? Just to run it by and get and oki.
Sept 17, 2017 11:35:05 GMT -5
Innes Cameron: Welcome to WV, ann! Feel free to PM any of us about a character concept and we'll get back to you shortly. If we need to consult with the other Staff about the idea first, we'll let you know ;D
Sept 17, 2017 14:01:09 GMT -5
Marius Whitby: If you're looking at a templar character, hit me up!
Sept 17, 2017 20:28:15 GMT -5
ann: I was originally but given the current state of timeline I went with a slightly different route^^ will keep it in mind, Marius!
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Cyan: Wow I'm surprised this site is still active. Good job people.
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Cyn: Don't thank us, thank Kahrin Quirke Ainsley, she's the one running around here putting out fires and fixing up hull breaches with duct tape.
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Hanamene Thornecroft: New to the game! Just wanted to say hello whilst I build my char profile. Any updates to the game's world state I ought to know about? In addition to the OOC info threads, I mean - i.e. active/major story-lines to consider. PM me for the latter.
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