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@Guardian Angel Haruki Not trying to push but it's been a few days of silence. How you doing? We still going?

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Sorry I held everyone up. I wasn't available most day yesterday.

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@rush99999 In every party there needs to be one person who will just hit people first ask questions later xD

Edit: Dear GM, are we supposed to roll initiative now or do you wanna roll Initiative to speed up that process?

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@Guardian Angel Haruki I was joking ;) Here is my perception check: 18

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Hold your horses!! WHAT IS HAPPENING? we are already rolling!? Let me read the IC real quick - what did I just miss why wasn't I here ahhhh

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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Eli ran a hand through her hair and put her head down on the desk she was sat at. She had spent the last three days organizing her arrival. It had not taken too long to unload the few things she had taken. Clothes, some personal items, some utility items. Most of her things reminded her of a time she was trying to forget so she had traveled light. But there were other things to do. She had had to change the address on her ID, stock up the empty house with groceries, sweep and dust the entire building, gas up her car, buy some new clothes so she wouldn't have to just wear things that now had Helena written all over them. She had had multiple calls with her parents, some just about herself (they had insisted on checking in on her every day for the past week) and some to be in the clear about her living in this rental house now. Luckily their land lord was alright with it and at least for the time being Eli did not have to worry about paying rent, water or electricity. Her parents would continue to be billed for that.

A tinge of guilt ran across her chest right where her heart sat. She had caused them so much trouble. In her youth and now. And she had never been given a reason to cause them such heartache. They had been as perfect as parents could be. It's in the past. It won't happen again. She scolded herself for thinking about it, being hung up over it and for ever having disappeared from her family's life like that. She missed her parents dearly but she'd be damned if she let them know just how desperate she was for some parental love right now. With a heavy sigh she lifted her head from the desk and trained her eyes on the laptop in front of her once again.

A few websites were open alongside a word document. She had researched about the annual summer festival of her own small town but come up mostly empty. Apparently there wasn't all too much info on the history of the town to be found online. Of course they had a website; that is to say the mayor's office and the city hall had a website offering up appointments and some information about the town. Events were listed in a specific section of the website, including the festival. Other entries about the festival that could be dug up online were mostly social media posts of residents or people who had visited the town during the annual festival as well as some meager blog posts.

What am I supposed to write that hasn't been written 14 times already.... She knew that was the wrong way to look at it. While once her journalism was meant to bring new, revealing and important information to people, this was not that. It was more of a spotlight entry; just write about how the festival was, mention a few of the attractions, bring across the good mood, stop hoping a murder would take place just so your article would have something of more interest to grapple. Eli closed her eyes and ran her hand through her hair once more. You're fucked up.

She slammed the laptop close and looked at the clock. "Oh shit!" With haste Elliot jumped up from her chair and grabbed her jacket. She threw it on, stuffed her phone and keys into her pocket and hurried down the stairs to get to her car.

It was nowhere near 2pm. The festival was not about to open for another two hours. But Elliot had wanted to spend some time watching people build up the festivities. It might not have been important, it might give her one-two throwaway sentences in her article. But she felt more like a real journalist if she went early.

It was a fifteen minute ride in her car until she was met with the first road block and had to continue on foot. Of course the festival grounds were not open to visitors just yet, not officially anyway. Elliot clipped her little "press" sign to her jacket and wandered onto the grounds, watching as people set up their booths.

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By the time two o'clock was ticking closer, Elliot was thoroughly bored. The highlight of the day so far had been the chief of police injuring his big toe while seemingly being flustered by the woman who organized this whole thing. To her knowledge this was Jewel Navarro, the mayor's assistant. A personality she was sure she'd run into often. The brunette seemed to exist at every corner of the festival at once but seemed to pop out of reality whenever Eli played with the thought to get a comment from her about the organizational aspect of it all. She wondered if Jewel had been in town for long as Elliot had no recollection of her name or appearance, so she was fairly certain she had not grown up around here.

As Eli stood leaning against a wall of a booth, resting her feet as much as possible, her eyes wandered across the many displays ready and waiting for happy costumers and festival-goers. A soft smile played around her lips and her heart grew fonder. She had been to many events in many places, mainly New York, and could safely say: All of them could easily take the cake over this little get-up. With the exception that this was home. Memories of her childhood visits to the festival played like a dia-show in her head. She had always appreciated this event. The petting zoo, the many sweet, the laughter and happiness of a town coming together. Oh and of course the Ferris wheel! She made a quick note with her pen that this year's Ferris wheel had arrived spectacularly late. She wasn't sure if it was worth mentioning, but it likely was the only thing different from all the other years.

Fifteen years ago she had been nineteen. The annual summer festival had started right when she was college-bound. And yet, she somehow managed to attend almost every single year. Not due to her own care though. Her parents had insisted her and Silas would show up around this time of year, preferably for a whole week or longer, and they had dragged the two adult children to the festival every year they could. Of course, the last five years Elliot had not been home. It pained her to think the first time she'd come home after such a long time, their ritual was no longer happening. Her parents were somewhere in Greece at the moment, touring the world, and her brother... she had not yet talked to him but she was sure her parents had informed him about having been in contact lately. Silas would wait for her to call, she was sure. And she had not yet managed to face the music.

As the place begin to gradually fill, Elliot sunk into the shadows a little more. She saw many faces she didn't know but all too many she clearly recognized. Her elementary math's teacher Mrs Gooding, the old couple from three streets down with the tall tree in their backyard, the lady with the nasal pronunciation, Janet or Jeanie, who worked at the supermarket. She saw her next-door neighbors and made a wide birth to avoid them. She really didn't need someone bringing up her past fence-hopping right now.

By two-fifteen Elliot noticed she needed a coffee to get through this day. Painful as it was, she longed to reintegrate into the home town she had known all her childhood. She just hoped people wouldn't remember her missteps too much.

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Location Wandering about the festival grounds
Time Beginning of festival
Interactions None

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Her arrival at this strange new place had been a shock, then a relief and lastly a sorrowful happenstance. When she first awoke in this land, she felt soft grass under her skin and quickly found herself to be lying in a forest of some kind. When she realized she was not in Atlantis anymore, first she felt shocked. That this was possible at all! There were other people out there, other civilizations! And that meant she was right, she could find help. Relief washed over her. The Heart of Atlantis had answered her call. It had to be, she could not fathom a different explanation. Although not for the lack of trying.

She would walk up and down, talking to herself to clear her mind, trying to conceive a different explanation. But there simply was no other explanation. This led to the convenient conclusion that the Heart had sent her here specifically because there'd be people here who could help. After her initial relief and euphoria about this discovery, Kida had to come to terms with the fact that her connection to the Heart had broken. Her necklace although seemingly undamaged didn't give off any light anymore and would not even heal a simple cut. It filled her with deep and all encompassing sorrow to realize she had lost the connection. But she refused to believe this could hint at the Heart having died. Surely she was just too far away. Surely the Heart of Atlantis was just weakened temporarily due to the immense power it must have cost to send her here.

Determined, Kida began to wander the woods and find her way to an area she suspected to be civilized. She saw people wandering the streets, buildings in different sizes, and a language she could understand. There was one particular building she felt drawn to. She took one whole day to stake out the place from a safe distance and just memorize the amount of people who'd come and go before she first set foot into the street and into the building. It turned out to be a place that served drink and food. Something called mead was apparently a kind of beverage people in this land enjoyed. Of course, she knew what meat was, though it had been a long time since she had seen this many plates of meat be produced in a day. Her people mostly consumed what the sea gave and most of that were various kinds of fish and sea life.

Kida, hungry after a day without food - she had not dared consume any berries or plants from the woods and she had not dared to hunt just yet -, decided it was a safe bet to ask for one of the meals. Though with no means to pay, the lady looked her in the face stone cold and sent her away. Her question about how to gain money to pay with was left unanswered. She returned shortly after with a few coins and the question if it was enough money to buy her a meal. Suspicion plagued the lady's face but she accepted the pay and served Kida her meal.

The money in question had indeed been stolen. She had watched the people on the streets, had followed one or the other and observed their behavior until she had seen enough transactions with the coins that she could sneak one or two without being seen. Rinse and repeat, she soon had a few desperate coins. Enough for a meal.

She been here for three days now. She had eaten meat meals and even drank mead - it was a horrible beverage, she loved it! She had followed one randomly selected person throughout the entire day to find out what they'd be doing. It was nothing spectacular. She had began to trust the woods would not poison her and consume various berries and plants she felt had resemblance to Atlantean ones she knew to be safe. She also found some fruit and bread to be sold down the street by an outdoor vendor where she snuck a few and later paid for some. (Though that money had been stolen, so really it wasn't better.)

She didn't know why she stuck around but she just felt that this mead and meat place was of importance. The Heart had sent her here and her gut told her it had to do with this specific building. So she sat for at least one, sometimes two meals and waited hours for something to happen. People were staring at her as she stuck out from the rest. Once or twice a kind person had attempted to make conversation with her, mostly by asking where she was from. She had vaguely deferred the question, she'd come from "far away". In these conversations she learnt that she could earn coin by doing work, exchange her labor for some coins then later exchange the coins for things she needed. Not too complicated. If nothing would happen today, she might just have to find a way to earn coins that way. She couldn't continue stealing, people would begin to notice.

But this time when she entered the mead and meat place, something was different. She already felt it before she stepped through the door but when she saw the strange group, people so clearly not from around here they stuck out like a glowing crystal, she knew it for certain. Her steps brought her right up to their table before her mind could make a plan as to what to say. Was she supposed to just ask for their help? Explain that the Heart had sent her here to meet them? Would they help her if she was honest or would they think her insane? She didn't know how people from this land or any other acted and she didn't know if tales of Atlantis had survived and if so what they said about her city.

"You picked the right place to find a good meal. I recommend the drink. They call it mead, it tastes horrible and that makes it good somehow. It's funny cause meat and mead sound the same but they're not. One's a meal and one's a drink."

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“A warrior and healer alike
once shielded by a bright light
sets out to find a cure
for the isolation she had to endure”

Name: Kidagakash Nedakh

Kida's DND sheet
Stats rolled

Appearance:


Personality:
Kida is a curios personality. Hundreds of years ago, it is said she would have killed outsiders on the spot. But since then, her heart has softened, her mind has grown and her curiosity has peaked. Nowadays, Kida can extend her deep compassion she has for her own people to strangers as well, though she will always be somewhat reserved in their presence. She doesn't trust easily, especially when it comes to questions about herself or her place of origin, the sunken city Atlantis. She'd rather ask a hundred questions a minute without revealing a single word about herself. Kida can at times seems like an energetic bundle, almost child-like, while in other instances she will become calm, serious, calculated and controlled. This is a direct reflection of the youth and old age that battle within her. Following her religion, Kida strongly believes in the protection of all life. She will stray from killing if there's any other means to solve the problem. She has a deep spiritual connection to the Heart of Atlantis and her devotion to her faith and people is unshakable.

Backstory:
When Kida was just a child, she witnessed the destruction of Atlantis. The fraction of the city that didn't get destroyed was protected by the Heart of Atlantis, which pulled power from Kida's mother to safe the city. Ever since that moment, Atlantis has been washed away from the surface, seemingly forgotten and forever hidden.

The Atlanteans tried for some while to find a way to the surface but it was to no avail. And so they soon got used to their isolated but protected life. It is safe to say that Kida has not been met with much disagreement, hatred or diversity in her life, given her position and Atlantis' situation. Kida grew up generally beloved but with a heavy burden put on her shoulder. The older she grew, the weaker the Heart of Atlantis was beginning to get. Though the royal family shielded their citizens from the truth, Kida knew their power was waning. She tried many years to talk to her father and change his mind, to let her venture out to find a way to restore Atlantis to it's former glory, to find help because otherwise their people would begin to die.

With the king's health deteriorating fast and his death bed approaching, Kida became desperate. In her desire to safe her father, she set out to find the Heart of Atlantis and ask for guidance. When she finally deciphered where the Heart was hidden, Kida approached the Heart, knelt and prayed for guidance. The Heart responded in kind; Kida awoke in a different land with different customs. She is determined to find out what this means and how this new place can help Atlantis and safe her father.

I wish. . . to safe my father and bring Atlantis back to the surface so it can thrive once more.

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Finally, a CS!!

“A warrior and healer alike
once shielded by a bright light
sets out to find a cure
for the isolation she had to endure”

Name: Kidagakash Nedakh

Kida's DND sheet
Stats rolled

Appearance:


Personality:
Kida is a curios personality. Hundreds of years ago, it is said she would have killed outsiders on the spot. But since then, her heart has softened, her mind has grown and her curiosity has peaked. Nowadays, Kida can extend her deep compassion she has for her own people to strangers as well, though she will always be somewhat reserved in their presence. She doesn't trust easily, especially when it comes to questions about herself or her place of origin, the sunken city Atlantis. She'd rather ask a hundred questions a minute without revealing a single word about herself. Kida can at times seems like an energetic bundle, almost child-like, while in other instances she will become calm, serious, calculated and controlled. This is a direct reflection of the youth and old age that battle within her. Following her religion, Kida strongly believes in the protection of all life. She will stray from killing if there's any other means to solve the problem. She has a deep spiritual connection to the Heart of Atlantis and her devotion to her faith and people is unshakable.

Backstory:
When Kida was just a child, she witnessed the destruction of Atlantis. The fraction of the city that didn't get destroyed was protected by the Heart of Atlantis, which pulled power from Kida's mother to safe the city. Ever since that moment, Atlantis has been washed away from the surface, seemingly forgotten and forever hidden.

The Atlanteans tried for some while to find a way to the surface but it was to no avail. And so they soon got used to their isolated but protected life. It is safe to say that Kida has not been met with much disagreement, hatred or diversity in her life, given her position and Atlantis' situation. Kida grew up generally beloved but with a heavy burden put on her shoulder. The older she grew, the weaker the Heart of Atlantis was beginning to get. Though the royal family shielded their citizens from the truth, Kida knew their power was waning. She tried many years to talk to her father and change his mind, to let her venture out to find a way to restore Atlantis to it's former glory, to find help because otherwise their people would begin to die.

With the king's health deteriorating fast and his death bed approaching, Kida became desperate. In her desire to safe her father, she set out to find the Heart of Atlantis and ask for guidance. When she finally deciphered where the Heart was hidden, Kida approached the Heart, knelt and prayed for guidance. The Heart responded in kind; Kida awoke in a different land with different customs. She is determined to find out what this means and how this new place can help Atlantis and safe her father.

I wish. . . to safe my father and bring Atlantis back to the surface so it can thrive once more.

This took ages because I kept changing Kida from a Life Domain Cleric to a Monk and back (and also tossing Meg around as a Warlock in my head). I have now decided to begin Kida as a monk. Her healing powers that she is used to are gone, her necklace has 'died' due to her being so far away from Atlantis and the Heart. I currently plan to give her at least one or two levels as a Life Domain Cleric to gain her connection to her "deity" back though.

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I shall attempt to finish my first draft of my CS tomorrow if I can. Weekend + today was just hella busy. I am definitely feeling the pressure ^_^ I am almost certain I couldn't compare to these amazing sheets. There is some incredible creativity and talent in this thread.