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Current Well... after years of being away, I'm... sort of back. Kinda wonder where should I start, though.
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Regil Meitner
Location: Lingayen, Road to Lingayen Beach
Interactions: @Letter Bee, @SkyHresvelg and @Vergil


The voyage lasted for days. The route they had to take to get to Lingayen was absurdly long and rigid. With the aerospace around the city becoming hostile, planes and helicopters were unoptimized as travelling options because of the bombardment risks. The idea was to deliver him there, alive and well. The earthly route had to be the safest option, out of all alternatives.

"We're reaching the destination Lord Regil. We are going to rendezvous with Lady Regina and her forces soon enough." The driver spoke to the young man.

"Good. I just hope the days we took getting here weren't wasted and that there's an army for us to meet." He responded.

Regil Meitner. This was going to be his first mission, his first war. By now, all that he had was training alongside his mother, but never put his power to practical use. His lack of experience made him wonder what his sister wanted when she sent him a letter, calling for his help. He somehow feared the worst, even though it was Regina. She had been away for years in military service, and never once called for help. That's why, when looking at the letter, he couldn't help but feel worried.



(Regina... Sister... please be there, if only for a second. Just seeing you will be enough for me.) Regil wished, in silence.

"Cast whatever worry you have aside, milord. You won't have time to think about frivolous things and personal emotions once you arrive." The driver spoke.

"I know, you don't have to remind me-" Regil spoke, before being interrupted.

"That was the message that Lady Regina wanted me to pass, in case you are unable to meet her." The driver finished.

"Oh, right. It sounds like her after all." Regil said.

"But I suggest you reconsider what she said." The driver commented.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Your comrades-in-arms are more than just soldiers walking alongside you. They are your companions, the people you'll be seeing day and night. Don't forget your humanity, milord. Use it, create and cherish these connections. They are and will be fundamental for your campaign, and for your life after it." The driver said, with a slight smile.

"... I shall take it into consideration. And... thank you." Regil answered, with another smile.

Soon, the beach was able to be seen through the window. And there, people, tents, and military vehicles were stationed. There were no tourists, no beach chairs, and even the sea was empty of cheerful people. It was a barren land, now serving only as a battlefield, both the sand and the water, as only soldiers, steeled with the instinct to fight, stood there.

"Lingayen Gulf. We have arrived. Lord Regil, I pray for your success." The driver spoke.

"Thank you. Godspeed and go to safety." Regil spoke.

The driver gave him a single nod and left at once. Regil looked at the army standing there, trying to look for his sister. However, he couldn't find her, much to his dismay. What he could see was the massive ships out and about, with the battle already ravaging waves left and right.

(So... this is war. What a... horrible view. I hope everyone in this city is sheltered away from this.)

Still, he couldn't stand there and do nothing. He walked forward, toward three people, and asked them for the commanding officer.

"Excuse me, but can you please inform me who is the commanding officer of this unit? I'm a soldier enlisted by Regina Meitner and I'm supposed to be stationed here." He asked.


Thanks for the approval, GMs! I'm going to move Regil to the character tab right about now.

Also, I've talked with @Letter Bee over on Discord and he did say we players can control more than one character. I'm going to settle myself with only two, though.

So, I present Regil's sister for evaluation.

OK, I have something to show for evaluation.

I'm going to manifest my interest in this.
OK, I finally managed to have something ready for the go.

Just dropped by and I'm wondering if this is still open to join. I'm kinda interested on what there is here so far.
Tristan Kingsley Parter

Location: 666 Mystic Lane, MA

Interactions: None




The forest expense was huge. The invitation hasn't been too specific on the conditions he was going to walk in, only giving him the directions necessary to get wherever he should go. Although no longer physically part of a rather noble family, he knew it was rude to deny an invitation. There was always that thing about "never talking with strangers" that his mother taught him when he was a kid. But he was an adult now. A lone, abandoned adult with little to no connections to her. So he decided to take the risk and just roll with it, not knowing what else to expect once he arrived. It wasn't like he had something to be worried about, he didn't have a future in the first place. To him, whatever happens, happens.

(It has been a while since I ever had something to actually do and look forward to. I mean, in the sense of anticipation.) He thought.

After traveling the whole way, he finally arrived at the house. The old, falling apart, victorian mansion which the "Benefactor" was supposed to be. Considering he lived in a mansion before, the surprise wasn't exactly the fact that it was enormous, but the choice of style taken by this mysterious sender. If he had the money to actually buy a house, why an old one? Was it because of its location, or because it was a personal choice of his own? Either way, he had to admit that it was pretty hidden from the public eyes. The forest itself felt like an even bigger maze, so entering or leaving without any directions was risky, if not completely hopeless.

"So... this is where I'm supposed to stay. It feels hollow... almost truly abandoned." He spoke to himself. Still, he approached the house and quickly saw the door open.

BGM: Mary the Magician (Ghostly Field Club)

That's when he finally knew he wasn't alone. After all, which sort of abandoned house would exude such a dreadful mix of curses right from within? Not that he didn't believe that objects also have their own spirits and could easily spread some malevolence here and there, but an entire house? Not to mention, whatever was emitting this energy certainly had emotion to spare. It wasn't just some empty and vague curse, no. That itself was proof enough that humans were inside that house.

(Nothing that I can do about it. Let's just go inside.) He thought.

He climbed the stairway and went through the next door, only to see what someone could consider a horror show. There was this eerie sound playing, like a piece of music, but it was too distant for him to actually know what was playing. Drinks were somehow floating in the air, and a broom and a dustpan were moving by themselves and cleaning a room. Not to mention, the whole house felt surrounded by mystical objects here and there. Tristan could be wrong, but he might've seen one or two art pieces looking back at him. Still, he didn't go into panic mode. He just went forward and entered a room.

Once he arrived, he could see a conglomeration of people. Were they residents of this house, perhaps? But soon, he could see one or two of them holding a piece of paper that was seemingly equal to his own. That made it clear to him that those were also invited by the same man... woman... person. That being said, he wasn't going to point out the obvious.

"Hi. I'm the last one to arrive, so I guess the Benefactor will show themselves to us now." He said to the others.
Alright then, I think I now have something to show off.

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