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As the Kidnapper steps out the door he stumbles beneath the innumerable unseen threads that ensnare his limbs, falling to a knee. His fall is all that saves him from being impaled by Lana's arrow, the shaft instead lancing through his free arm. His hostage squirms in the grip of his undamaged...

I'll be posting a quick reaction summery for what's happened so far in Emerald, then we're waiting for the rest of the posting order. It'll be up sometime this evening (My evening, so about 10-12 hours from now).

Yay! :) Question for the Infernals here, would you prefer to use the original rules of the Coadjutor or the re-write Exthalion posted?

Upon the horizon, high in the sky, a single brilliant star has lit itself afire. The single radiant point of light bleeds a deep and hypnotic shade of purple, steadily growing with every pulse and undulation of it's diaphanous halo. Faintly, as if played form a great distance, the subtle notes...

ThEN PLeaSE, SteP ThIS WAy! The Jester exclaims, sweeping his one mobile arm theatrically down the alley. The gesture seems to disrupt a veil of infinitesimally fine threads, the greyed image of reality fluttering superimposed atop an image of a blood-red throne room. As the shreds of...

Heh, very generous of you. :P Do whichever is going to work best for your character. You seem to have and a good deal of contact with the Underworld, so you could meet the Black Queen in your thread.

Is there a thread you like at the moment? If not, I'll just make a new one for you.

"Perhaps. Have any of the victims been of the Realm?" The servant nods fervently, holding up a hand with three trembling fingers. "Y-yes milady. One p-patrician merchant from the T-tepet Nerigus household, o-one servant of House C-cathak, and the servant's Dragonblooded m-mistress."...

Wage is able to slip the scroll out of the cabinet with nary a rustle of parchment, the seal falling away like gossamer butter. It unrolls easily, fitting neatly over the notes the young Sidereal has already taken. The parchment is covered in a litany of Old Realm, one of the simple sutras of...

The twisted creature's slackened maw curls in some poor imitation of a smile, gesticulating comically with one elongated hand. MY NAmE Is the YellOW JeSteR. I ServE IN ThE CoUrt of tHe Crimson King, whERe LulliBies In AncIent TonguES ArE SuNG. My LoRD WOulD HaVE AN auDienCE WiTh oNe SuCH as...

The kidnapper shoves his way to the door, narrowly dodging Lana's arrow and diving out into the street. His rags seem to distort his passage, throwing up strange yellow distortions into the air with every movement. With his free hand he makes a strange gesture, and a fine, damp mist begins to...

None of the Monks have noticed you yet, and the Mouth of Peace seems content to ignore you. Only Fain's eyes follow you, subtly enough to avoid drawing attention. The bookcase is a solid piece of work, sturdy oak doors laid with delicate glass panels. Two small handles, at roughly waist level...

As Concord draws near the nomad draws a bit further back into the alley, still unspeaking. He gestures for her to come closer, his smile oddly vacant. The grey eyes seem almost unfocused, gazing dreamily just above Concord's shoulder as he waves her closer. The nearer she come the less comely...

Fair.

That would be Silent Wayfarer. His character believes that everyone wants to warm his bed. EVERYONE.

I give it two weeks.

Epii smiled innocently, patting her face experimentally "Charm? What charm?" She then sighs, running a hand through hair that is shot through with a few silver streaks. "You're right, I could use some rest. It's just been so chaotic lately, what with all the commotion back home. So many...

Fair enough.