(This roleplay takes place in the world of Isekai Hell. If you'd like to join, message either me or Novama to make a character and get started! We're always accepting.)
┏━✦❘༻ 𝕮𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖈𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖀𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖓 ༺❘✦━━┓
The storm rolled in heavy over Arborhaven, cloaking the city in rain and restless wind. Lanternlight flickered along crooked streets, their glow fractured across puddles that gathered between cobblestones. Shutters banged in the gale, and the night smelled of damp earth, smoke, and the faint sweetness drifting from the square where the new tree grew.
The Starbloom Cypress stood there—no sapling, though still slight compared to the memory of Aegrizora. Its silver bark gleamed slick with rain, its crown trembling in the storm. Folk whispered as they passed it, some muttering prayers, others refusing even to look. The tree had taken root quickly, and some claimed it drew breath from both the world of the living and the dead.
Nailed to posts and walls throughout the square, parchment sheets flapped and tore in the wind. Missing Persons—faces rendered in charcoal, names fading as the ink bled in the rain. Too many to ignore, yet too many overlooked. A farmer’s boy. A shepherd girl. A traveler last seen on the southern road.
Beneath the sagging canopy of the tavern, a man sat with a lute in his lap, his patched cloak more color than cloth, his boots muddied by the road. His hair, sandy and streaked with gray, clung damp to his brow, and his eyes—gray-blue like stormlight—watched the strings as his fingers danced.
His voice rose against the storm, carrying verses that turned heads and stilled hands:
"We are not forged of ash and stone,
Nor bound by blood nor flesh alone.
Fashioned in likeness of what none may see,
We are the shadow of divinity.
Our wills are free, unchained, untamed,
No silent slaughter shall lay us claimed.
So lift thy voices, let anthems swell—
We are the unseen, unquenchable."
The song echoed down the empty streets, mingling with thunder. No villagers lingered in the rain to hear it, no audience save the storm and the tree that seemed to watch in silence.
Yet the posters told their own tale, and the guild’s hand had been seen in Arborhaven of late. It was said that adventurers had been dispatched to look into the vanishings. But no answers had been found as of yet.
Ooc: You can think of any old reason to show up. But if you need one, just say the character is here to investigate the missing persons for the guild.
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