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3 yrs ago
Current That was the worst three months of my life. Health is close to normal again. Here's to making the insurance company cry!
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3 yrs ago
"Your copay today is $20,000" How about no.
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5 yrs ago
Well, the "I am but an ally" to "queer af" pipeline is real.

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I have gone by many names over my life, and the one I go by here is Nori.

I am a non-binary individual who has a love of participating in these stories and creating my own. I am incredibly chronically ill. If my illness flares up too much I may be pulled away.

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OVERVIEW
Deep in the frostbitten highlands stands the village of Greyharrow, a place long abandoned by the world’s trade routes and forgotten by those who once claimed it. Only the Waystone Inn remains alive, the former trading station turned into a reluctant beacon for those with nowhere else to go. Runaways, drifters, petty criminals, and people fleeing pasts they’d rather keep buried all find their way here eventually. In Greyharrow, no one asks questions, no one judges, and no one looks too closely. For many, this ramshackle settlement has become the closest thing to a second home. A place where the world finally stops chasing them, and they get a second chance, whether they deserve one or not. The town itself is surrounded by an old, yet incredibly sturdy mountain wall that forms a nearly perfect circle, and has a large, arcane tower that sits abandoned on the mountains at the bottom of the circle. This observatory has always had an aura of mystery, as no one has ever managed to break in, or loot it. Thus, hundreds of adventures and dozens of groups fall victim to the magical defenses this ancient fortress still boasts. Yet beneath the worn wooden floors of the houses and ice-cracked stone on the street, something far older hums through a ley line that the village unknowingly sleeps atop.

One winter night, that ancient power ruptures. An arcane engine within the old observatory seemingly detonates. At first, it only felt like the ground itself shook underneath their feet. Yet, within a moment, an impossible storm of color and sound preceded reality breaking around the town, tearing Greyharrow from its moorings. When reality returned, the Waystone Inn, its residents, and the entirety of the town find themselves now drifting through the Astral Seas, dancing among the very stars themselves, where time and distance lose their meaning. They are unmoored, frightened, and utterly alone in a place that offers no maps, no mercy, and no promise of return.

Now the village of Greyharrow, clinging to its floating shard of earth, serves as an unwilling vessel carrying its mismatched crew across astral storms and dying worlds. Their mission is simple at first glance. Figure out how the magic of The Observatory works, figure out where they are, and figure out how to get home. Yet as this motley crew advances, they will quickly learn that something vast and alien is stirring beyond the horizon. Is it an intelligence waiting, watching, and preparing to break through? Or do the stars themselves hide horrors that are best left unspoken?

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For the setting, this will be a homebrew world. I am going to make this a fantasy story with almost every DnD fantasy race available. As long as it's in the Player's Handbook, I am good to go. The time period will be undisclosed in a sense. At most, there is a very active and alive steampunk world somewhere in the world we hail from. Things like trains, airships, and even some steam-powered carlike contraptions do exist. However, they do not exist in our corner of the frontier. Thus, your character can have experienced devices, or be able to make devices, like that but we will be without them at the start of the story. You will have agency to try and create devices that fit that setting as we advance; however, so if your character is someone who likes to create you will have that ability. Fashion is also flexible, owing to the diverse and evolving timelines our characters will come from.

The basic premise of this RP is that you will play as one of the many rabblerousers who either call Greyharrow home or as an unlucky traveler caught in the chaos. Regardless of how or when you arrived, you were present in the Tavern when the observatory seemingly exploded. While the building still stands, there is no doubt that your current predicament is caused by something that happened on it's grounds. It will be up to you to discover the cause of the explosion and see if there is any way to turn this city around and head home. Whether or not that is possible needs to be discovered.
This story could be one that takes many years in the story itself, and as such, your characters are liable to age. Keep that in mind when creating characters. As well, keep in mind that I will not pull any punches. As such, your character very well might die. I am going to be open to a variety of different character concepts. If you don't know if your idea will work, you can always message me here or join (discord), and we can either talk publicly or privately! The one area I will be strict on will be face claims. The more realistic the better, but for this story, I will NOT allow for anime-themed face claims.

This will be an ever-evolving story that can change depending on where you the players take it. If you make the right choices at the right moment, you may find that the story is more optimistic. However, the inverse is also true.
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The night had already started well, and Gideon was proud.

The crowd was alive with excitement, the food was hot, and everyone seemed to be having a good time. The conversations were important, and he was learning about new and better ways to be involved in the local communities. The previous two guests had mentioned that the local gas company was offering predatory payment plans that were making it hard to afford heating in their home. Gideon cracked his knuckles. Nothing could break his mood tonight.

"M-M-Mr Cross, hello!" Gideon turned his head ever… so… slightly towards the newcomer. He raised a single eyebrow. "I’m Loni Rodriguez! Uh, Vin’s twin- which I’m sure you guessed!"

His mouth dropped ever so slightly at the sight. It was one thing to know a friend had a twin, yet it was another thing altogether to see it for the first time. This woman in front of him was the spitting image of Vin if Vin had a stroke and dressed femininely for once in their life. It would be wrong to look at Gideon if he didn’t know ahead of time that this twin existed. Gideon looked away from the woman and into the crowd, spotting Marco, and whistled to get his attention. When Marco looked towards Gideon, he simply pointed towards Loni with a ‘you–seeing this’ look across his face. Marco took a second to find what Gideon was pointing towards but when he did, a surprised look crossed his face. Gideon turned back to Loni in a slow, deliberate turn, as a large smile crossed his face. As he was about to welcome Loni to the celebration, she revealed a little bundle of joy, causing the smile on Gideon's face to grow even larger.

"Say hello to the, uh, nice boss man, Mijita."

“No!”

Gideon gasped humerously at the defiance. It seemed stubbornness was a family trait, and this baby was displaying it already. As the baby kicked Loni, Gideon turned his attention back up to Loni and raised an eyebrow. What a cute family! He would need to have Vin bring them around more often. "You gotta say hello to see your Tio, Luciana. C’mon, Baby, for Mama." Gideon shot his head back down to the child and wited wth bated breath. “O-ah!” The baby responded, before retreating from the conversation altogether and hiding amongst her mother's warmth.

"Good girl, see, ain’t so bad, huh?"

“She is ador-.”

"I’m sorry, she normally ain’t like this, she just ain’t been happy since she got up and Vin wasn’t there! I ain’t sure if she knows it’s meant to be a family day or somethin’, but she ain’t mean any offence by it, Mr Cross! P-Please don’t take my hand for it! I swear if we ever come round again she’ll be all smiles and giggles, ‘specially if it’s with Vin- uh, we ain’t gonna take anythin’ either, promise, we gotta dinner at my work we’re gonna get fed at! So ain’t takin’ anythin’ outta other people’s mouths… And I know Vin’s workin’, it’ll only be a few minutes, just enough time for her to see ‘em then she’ll be back to herself and we can get outta here. We ain’t gonna keep ‘em long! And- And if you gotta dock that from their pay then I’ll pay it! I ain’t got the money right now but… I bet my boss would cause she loves Luci, she’ll be the most upset if we get back and Luci still ain’t talkin’ to her. O-Or if it’s limbs you cut off for stuff like that, you can have mine! They’re basically the same. B-but it’ll just be a few minutes! Then they'll be back to work! So if you point me to ‘em, I’ll be outta here soon as! Promise!"

As Loni spoke Gideon was blown back by the speed of her words. His eyes squinted, his head leaned back, and he was briefly stunned by the relentless auditory assault. Inside, he could not help but like this woman just a bit. While his status as a crime boss was indeed known, it was good that it still stirred some fear in people. Yet he could not have this. Loni was family by extension, and that meant that Gideon would need to make her feel more welcome than any other.

“Loni!” Gideon interrupted with a chuckle. “Loni, who do you think I am, some kinda thin-skinned knucklehead who can’t handle a child being a child? You do not need to apologize to me because you, nor your adorable kid, have done anything to be sorry about,” he paused as he closed the gap between the two, “and everything I do is to ensure that people like you,” he pointed towards Loni, “and children like yours,” he paused as he pointed towards the kid, “are safe, fed, taken care of, and given the same chance that you would had you been born a mile north of here. Spend as much time as you’d like here, and come find me when you need to leave. I will have one of my best boys, Marco, help you get where you’re going. This weather is terrible, and I will not send you back out unless you are safe. Ya feel me,” Gideon paused for a brief second, not long enough to allow for a response but long enough to let the words hit home. Loni was always going to be taken care of, as was her child. “Marco will also be asking you some questions. Tell him what you need, what’s a struggle, and we will see what we can do to give you two a good holiday season. Capiche?” Gideon paused once again, and again it was not long enough for Loni to respond. “Now, go find Vin and tell them that they did me a disservice by not introducing us themself. Why I had to meet you as a stranger in line like this, I will never understand. It seems you got all the manners, and they got an attitude.” Gideon gave a playful wink as he used his massive hands to guide Loni into the building.

The line was still long, and he was happy to be leading it. Nothing could ruin this night, not even a scared mother who had heard all the stories of what Gideon had done to earn his spot at the front of the line.








Marco shook his head at the sight of Loni in the flesh. While he had known since the start that Vin had a twin sister, their styles clashed so much that it often made it hard for him to accept that reality. Still, from what he was able to gather from Vin, her twin sister was different in more ways than just style. Loni seemed genuine, kind, and maybe a little over her head at times. Marco sighed. Why couldn’t they have that come out of Vin every once in a while? For what job they did, Vin’s personality was perfect, yet they could never turn that off. Everything is always so serious to them, or an affront to their honor, or a disrespectful, expletive-filled statement that always seems to drag on far longer than it had any right to. Marco leaned back his head and sighed. He knew he needed to talk with Vin, and he knew it had it happen now before a kid stabbed another kid, but he did not want to. Still, it’s not like his night could get any worse from there. Marco sighed as he looked towards Vin, and his stomach dropped.

“Fuck.” Palmoa was here. A person who saw him powered up who was not in the crew.

Marco shook his head clear of negative energy and bad thoughts. He needed to be the calm, yet firm, rock that the crew could build off of. And right now, the crew needed him to keep Vin in check so some rich prick out of her depth doesn’t get a scratch on her. Marco navigated the crowd, blending in as much as a man of his size and stature could, until he was close enough to hear the conversation but far enough away that he wasn’t in their orbit. Eventually, the conversation drifted towards a kid who wanted help training to fight better. Marco spotted her from his location and raised an eyebrow. The kid did not look a day over ten, maybe eleven tops, and was already facing so much that they are looking for training on thanksgiving of all days. This would not be something he could overlook.

“Vin,” Marco spoke as he walked up to the troupe, hands in his pocket. He looked from Palmoa to Destiny, to Vin, and then down to Destiny once more. “What’s the situation?”




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