Pulse 003

[ateratmods]

Who; Everyone
What; Monthly Pulse!
Where; Throughout the City and Beyond!
When; Throughout September
Warnings; None as of yet, will warn if this changes.


As Summer Fades

The winds from the sea and from the north are chilly as the month changes and life in the city seems to fade back into a sense of normalcy from the celebration last month. The sun is setting earlier in the day and rising later, signs that the summer months are coming to an end and autumn is approaching. Milder temperatures aren't the only suggestions that things are changing in the city. Beginning with the new month and growing in intensity as the month progresses, those sensitive to magic, psychic imprints, or the dead will have a growing sense of foreboding. If observed, the barrier encircling the cemetery, once a nearly imperceptible sheen in the fading light of dusk, wavers like heat off hot stone, and if observed for long enough, it happens in a pattern, as though the wavers have a rhythm. Will the barrier keeping the undead at bay in the cemetery hold?

A Pulse of Business Opportunities

With proof the new arrivals from other worlds are here to stay, several places around town have opened their doors, and their employment opportunities, to all the newcomers. The Guard are hiring patrolmen to help keep the city streets safe. Patrols will be regular and will include keeping the peace in nearly ever quarter of the city. Craftsmen are needed at the Carpentry as rebuilding amps up. A huntsman's lodge has even appeared at the edge of the southern forest, with a working tavern and a room full of gossip.

Another notable addition is the Notice Board that has appeared outside the Market District Pub. It seems to be a place where anyone, natives and foreign arrivals alike, can use this as a place to solicit aid in whatever endeavor they may have at the time. There's a bounty there from the Guard, and also advertisements for local businesses as well as a few choice criticisms on various things in the city, posted by "concerned citizens" (you're free to use your imagination for this graffiti).

Aside from the above mentions, the City and its Environs offers a lot of fodder for exploration and play, and all players are welcome to devise their own encounters and locations as well. In fact, if you want to make them official, you can always submit them to the Content Submission!

Comments

[asthecroweflies]

He kept people at a distance. He knew that about himself, but that didn't make him any better and allowing them closer. There was something about Illyana, though, that made him want to break that habit of pushing people away with noncommittal responses and he frowned as she withdrew...exactly the way he'd made her.

"It's not pity. Sympathy, maybe, but...you deserve better than pity." He didn't know how long the children had been missing, but he had a feeling they'd wait just a bit longer. He didn't reach out to her but that was more out of habit than a desire to avoid the contact. "I can't imagine how lonely your life must have been. For what it's worth, I don't think it defines you."

[soulsword]

"You would not know what I deserve," there was some bite in her reply, but less than it might be expected. There were many things she probably deserved, the top of that list was more than likely distrust. Perhaps pity was among those as well.

"I was not completely alone there. I ...escaped eventually and found... teachers," she said hesitantly. Friends. That was more accurate and yet she could not bring herself to say the word. "I survived because of what they taught me. One taught me white magic and the other taught me combat. Without them I would not have stood a chance against S'ym and N'astirh," she closed her eyes as she remembered both of them. "Without them I would have never taken Belasco down." Thoughts overwhelmed her and she opened her eyes with a perplexed expression. "This is...odd. I am not usually so sentimental." And yet all she could feel was this strange overwhelming sadness and regret. Both of those teachers had died for her. Because of her. One by her own hands.

She frowned and then a white disc began to form around her feet. Running seemed like the best action here before she said too much.

[asthecroweflies]

"It sounds to be like you've done a lot of things you had to do to survive." He watched the disk appear, remember watching her use them to, what, to teleport? That was probably one of the less weird things in this place. He could get used to it. He wasn't going to stop her. It was clear to him she hadn't talked about this with a lot of people if anyone outside of those directly related to it. He'd give her space.

"And someone who's done a lot of things because they were forced to or else and can still keep it together doesn't deserve pity."