Faynorae
Great Maiden's Blush
※This RP takes place after the events of Horny Rumours, however it is not necessary to have been part of or to read the former to participate in the following RP.
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These things are littering the town. Yet, to the town of Arborhaven, these flyers have always been there and they can't remember a world where they weren't. They weren't supposed to be there and they weren't supposed to look like how you see them now. Again, people have been disappearing. This time, it was more severe and it began with the disappearance of the ancient tree that Arborhaven used to surround, causing the villagers to believe it was because they were no longer under the protection of their guardian 'deity.'
These posters used to have words and sentences that made sense, that you could read and understand—now, they may just be gibberish. Each parchment contained faces, painted intricately by the memories of the ones who loved them most. In the blink of an eye, however, each poster became 'smudged' and Arborhaven forgot about the persons in them as if they never once existed in the first place. For example, a mother's boy went missing when he went out to play. She became worried immediately when he didn't return by the evening. She hung posters everywhere, asked everyone thrice and again. She cried and begged to the gods which she had never once believed in until now and keened through the night. Then one day, she was hanging laundry out while humming a tune with a smile that did not once grace her face in the month she spent looking for her son. When her sister, who lived in Ryken, visited her and asked where her son was, the mother looked confused. "Don't make a fool of me now, neh? Y'know, I can't have no son with no husband!" and she laughed as if no worry had ever weighed her once broken heart.
Arborhaven has always been like this. I don't recall it being any different. There was never an old man who sat by the wells until the late afternoon. There was never that girl who visited her neighbours with avocadoes from her garden. There were never twins who always played by the rivers, skipping on the stepping stones and sometimes falling. There was never a woman with black eyelids in the alleys who solicited travellers. There was never a maiden who sang lively melodies on the seventh morning of every quarter of a season, on the balcony outside her bedroom. There were never a lot of things really, and the citizens were sick of explaining it to outsiders. They were sure of one thing, however, those posters with the smudged faces and incomprehensible language that littered buildings, storefronts, walls and lamposts; they were there as long they could remember, even if you know they weren't.
It was that time of year again, the streets were bustling with hustling merchants and the sound of music ringing through every street and echoing through every alleyway. Confetti was being thrown into the air, dancing and swaying in the wind before colouring the streets. People were waltzing through pavements, twirling down the steps of stairs in merriment and generally seemed happy. Unfurled banners of celebration trembled in the cold air. Stalls selling foods and candies and all kinds of souvenirs seemed like they were the most popular, kids lining up as their parents let them buy something by "themselves" for the first time. White birds flew out from the clouds o'erhead, perching on rooftops and seemingly intrigued by the music and colour of everything.
A parade was snaking through the city's streets, the main source of all the music. A woman, who most of Ryke would consider beautiful, waved and smiled atop a large and colourful fae creature, who floated through the air like a manta ray swimming on the ocean's crest. She opened her parasol and out came various foreign flowers which were thrown to the people who stared and clapped in awe. The sounds of horns, trumpets and drums followed after the woman, various extravagantly dressed people laughing and playing their instruments happily as they trailed the flying creature.
Despite the ancient tree no longer being part of the citizens' day-to-day lives, they still celebrated the festival of Aegrizora for whatever reason. It was a matter of tradition for some, an excuse to take a week and a few days off work or it had just become something that they looked forward to each year and could not forego. Ceylan, who had been to these festivals before, would notice one difference—besides the obviously missing tree—there were missing persons' posters all over the walls, in the alleyways of every building, on the shafts of lamposts, bakery windows and the rest. All of them had their images distorted and the words were entirely incomprehensible.
Time: 14:00
Weather: The air is cold and scentless; the sky is partially covered in clouds.
Location: Southern Ryke, Arborhaven
Weather: The air is cold and scentless; the sky is partially covered in clouds.
Location: Southern Ryke, Arborhaven
Cast:
- Siegfried Grünelke Adlieber (
Faynorae
) - Ceylan (
Elvario
) - Hathaway Peacecraft (
Kenju Law
) - Aethelred (
irlVector
) - Winrey (
Lolory
)
Language Keys:
Please remember to use the following when your character is speaking a language. For your characters to understand what other characters are saying they must possess the [Language] skill according to the following language.- "Common"
- ["Terran"]
- {"Sylvan"}
- <"Beastial">
- Siegfried Grünelke Adlieber (
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These posters used to have words and sentences that made sense, that you could read and understand—now, they may just be gibberish. Each parchment contained faces, painted intricately by the memories of the ones who loved them most. In the blink of an eye, however, each poster became 'smudged' and Arborhaven forgot about the persons in them as if they never once existed in the first place. For example, a mother's boy went missing when he went out to play. She became worried immediately when he didn't return by the evening. She hung posters everywhere, asked everyone thrice and again. She cried and begged to the gods which she had never once believed in until now and keened through the night. Then one day, she was hanging laundry out while humming a tune with a smile that did not once grace her face in the month she spent looking for her son. When her sister, who lived in Ryken, visited her and asked where her son was, the mother looked confused. "Don't make a fool of me now, neh? Y'know, I can't have no son with no husband!" and she laughed as if no worry had ever weighed her once broken heart.
Arborhaven has always been like this. I don't recall it being any different. There was never an old man who sat by the wells until the late afternoon. There was never that girl who visited her neighbours with avocadoes from her garden. There were never twins who always played by the rivers, skipping on the stepping stones and sometimes falling. There was never a woman with black eyelids in the alleys who solicited travellers. There was never a maiden who sang lively melodies on the seventh morning of every quarter of a season, on the balcony outside her bedroom. There were never a lot of things really, and the citizens were sick of explaining it to outsiders. They were sure of one thing, however, those posters with the smudged faces and incomprehensible language that littered buildings, storefronts, walls and lamposts; they were there as long they could remember, even if you know they weren't.
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"The Festival of the Middle Ages" by Taehoon Kang | Artstation
Eternal Parade ♫
A parade was snaking through the city's streets, the main source of all the music. A woman, who most of Ryke would consider beautiful, waved and smiled atop a large and colourful fae creature, who floated through the air like a manta ray swimming on the ocean's crest. She opened her parasol and out came various foreign flowers which were thrown to the people who stared and clapped in awe. The sounds of horns, trumpets and drums followed after the woman, various extravagantly dressed people laughing and playing their instruments happily as they trailed the flying creature.
Despite the ancient tree no longer being part of the citizens' day-to-day lives, they still celebrated the festival of Aegrizora for whatever reason. It was a matter of tradition for some, an excuse to take a week and a few days off work or it had just become something that they looked forward to each year and could not forego. Ceylan, who had been to these festivals before, would notice one difference—besides the obviously missing tree—there were missing persons' posters all over the walls, in the alleyways of every building, on the shafts of lamposts, bakery windows and the rest. All of them had their images distorted and the words were entirely incomprehensible.
OOC
Take this opportunity to introduce to the scene and explain why they're here~ You can describe whatever events as long as they lead you here. (I'm giving you the freedom to do whatever, have fun.) ((P.S. If you wanna do something especially crazy, please let me know beforehand >_>)) 
