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Abigail was starting to crash, big time. Now that the initial shock wore off and the twinge of fear from being technically alone had started to quietly worsen, All she could think about was how tired she was and how much she didn't want to be standing around talking to strangers. Unfortunately for her, that's precisely what happened; all eyes turned to the kid in the crowd who looked bewildered at the sudden influx in attention. "What? Oh. Uhh…"

There was something in the way Zephyr said it that made her situation seem almost... comforting. Cool as it was to stand off against giant centipedes, the burning Man imprinted on someone's memory - she didn't catch who - made her realise that not only had she got off lucky, but that everyone really wanted to hear that she did. Exaggerating her trauma or complaining about the way she felt was just going to be another nail in the coffin. These people were adults, they were meant to know what they were doing. Everything was scary and uncertainty seeped down into her pores. The anxiety alone was enough to make Abigail yearn for a brisk jog around the mall to get away from these atrocious vibes. But if she could alleviate it, just a little - give these haggard souls some watery sense of relief…

"I actually started casting magic by accident in front of my folks. Grandma freaked out and I bolted like a jack rabbit 'cause I was so scared." It wasn't truly a lie if she just omitted what she was scared of, right? Abigail chuckled and continued. "Well it turns out this guy had scoped out my place and was waiting for me to turn. Followed me a mile out into the brush, calmed me down... said it was going to be okay if I'd just get in the car with him. Nat'rally, I didn't believe him at all. But y'know, the FOE were coming and he ain't got no badge so I hopped in. Guy was super nice, in fact. He had drinks and snacks and everything. We met up with another fella out by a shed and there was a little scuffle with the cops but nobody got hurt bad and I spent the rest of the journey hiking in the woods, which was chill."

Abigail...amended some parts, omitted many, but when she looked at it that way she was just thankful that the ride had been comparatively smooth. She smiled drowsily at Zephyr. "So yeah, I got off lucky I guess," she added on, stifling a yawn as her legs started to feel leaden. She felt better after talking about it though and seemed a little proud to be included in the grown up talk. After all, nothing was more validating for a teenager than being treated like an adult when it suited them.

Hey, don't beat yourself up over it. I couldn't stand the thought of RPing for weeks at a time last year. I don't mind slow paced RPs so long as everyone's on board, and by the sounds of it we're all in for the long haul
How's everyone doing with their posts?


Ardonne seemed moody, reticent and standoffish. In reality she was absolutely terrified.

For one, she wasn’t expecting to be delayed. She wasn’t throwing furtive glances towards the border of the woods but rather the village she had come from, faint lantern lights in the windows and goodness knows how many searching eyes staring back in her direction. All it would take is one curious soul or one concerned maid for the town bell to start ringing and search parties to spread out and look for her. She sat with her knees drawn to her chest, looking away from the group and burying her nose and mouth in the crook of her elbow as she idly flipped the pages of her field guide resting on the grass near her hip. Her bow was propped against one of the rocks within arm’s reach.

She hadn’t said a word since her companions foiled her suicide mission. At the moment, she was coming off as a belligerent little girl compared to the seasoned fighters flanking her.
Which of the regions do you each find most interesting and enthralling, and which mysteries are you eager to unravel first?

All of the regions intrigue me but I sure do want to know what they've done with the prince!

Does anyone have any early theories about the source of the Blight?

Mages. It's usually mages. Blasted magic-wielders.

When we begin the game, would you rather your characters were drawn to Vasilius and then sent out to begin their quest as a group? Or would you prefer a more individualistic approach, where each character pursued their own goals separately or in smaller partnerships?

Honestly, whatever you'd prefer. I've just sorted out character concepts but we're leaving them vague enough to work into whatever plot hook you'd like us to adapt to.
Oh, definitely make a camp. I think Ardonne's little stunt proved nobody wants to go hunting now (except for her maybe, and even then, she doesn't -really- want to go hunting)
Eh. I'd rather move on to the morning where we're in the woods. Character development can happen along the way, I highly doubt that we can do much except for lose momentum if we try and socialise only so early in the RP.
Interested, I'll see if I can get a sheet up with a friend.
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