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EVENT #5: SOVEREIGN CITIZENS (GODSBLOOD)

Sovereign Citizens

GODSBLOOD

At the height of the Sovereign's moon, Vaeka Lovenskol's execution is announced. Outside of the City Hall, a dignitary of Achamoth is flanked by an entourage of Kenoma, reading the words of Regent from an unfurled letter: Vaeka stands accused to conspiring against the Regent and abetting the fugitive menace known as the Pleroma. Though the details are not made public, rumors spread quickly, some far more wild than the actual truth. The full truth, after all, is something only the Regent's agents and the Pleroma themselves know, and even to them the manner of her exposure is unclear.

Though losing a proud daughter of an influential family, there seems to be little that the people of Godsblood can do besides accept it. After all, they are still a city of the Regent's empire, and for all the freedom they've enjoyed, there are limits. If she was truly aiding the Pleroma, the sworn enemies of the Regent - and in an organized manner, if the rumors are to be believed - can they truly object? Or would challenging the Regent's claim simply invite more death?

As with many things, the families of Godsblood are torn. Tensions are thick for the five days leading up to Vaeka's appointed execution by hanging, with everyone having an opinion and few wanting to go on record talking about it too loudly. As such, the people's frustrations come out in other ways. Bloodites are uncharacteristically unfriendly to strangers in this time, keeping to their own and treating everyone else with overt skepticism.

Those that have arrived as part of the Regent's official envoy, or seen guarding Vaeka, will receive a particularly icy reception. No longer are the Kenoma curious wanderers on personal business. Now, they are here as the hands of the Regent; few of the Godsblood citizens are foolish enough to challenge them outright, but they are ever an honest people.

Early on, the Kenoma and the rest of the Achamite contingent sent with them will be able to take over a jail in downtown Godsblood to hold Vaeka until her execution, clearing out all other Bloodite prisoners and employees in the meantime. This means they have a relatively secure position to guard their prisoner from, which is a good thing; after all, the Regent did outright invite the Pleroma to stop them, and Pleroma are nothing if not stubborn.

EXECUTION DAY

After five agonizing days of waiting and several high visible conflicts between the Pleroma and Kenoma, finally the hour of Vaeka's execution arrives. A gallows is set outside of City Hall, ready to welcome its newest victim, and a massive crowd has gathered in an spirit of anxious anticipation. Some worry that violence may break out in the streets, even without the Pleroma's agitation, but gradually the minutes tick by and the gallows remain empty.

First one minutes passes. Then five. Then fifteen. Slowly, it becomes clear to the people of Godsblood that Vaeka will not be arriving. Are the rumors true? Has she been saved? Have the Pleroma been successful, despite all odds?

As the hours pass and the crowds disperse, Vaeka Lovenskol is not officially reported as either living or dead. Fortunately, Godsblood is a place where information has a way of getting around, whether those in charge like it or not. Some are saying that she was seen being whisked away as if by powerful magic, following a bloody fight at the jail in which she was being held. Where did she go? Maybe her supposed connections to the forest people did her good, some surmise.

The days following Vaeka's failed execution carry a strange and uncertain energy. Where before there was tension and distrust, Godsblood now finds itself in a surreal reality where the Regent's word is apparently not absolute. Then again, do they really want a repeat performance?

QUESTIONS

What is the best way for Aions to travel to Godsblood?
For Pleroma, this is very easy, as they are likely to either already live there or be able to easy take Greentruth's portal. For Kenoma, they may come directly from Achamoth by boat as part of the Regent's envoy or arrive via Eustace's portal which is set up in a shed a fairly long jaunt outside of town. Once there has been some time to get established, Misa will be setting up another portal leading straight to the prison where Vaeka is being stored.

Are the Kenoma permitted by the Regent to kill other Godsblood citizens?
Though the Kenoma are authorized to kill any Bloodites that try to physically fight them, they are expected to keep things clean. The Regent prefers to only punish the guilty, and having the lines be clear will create less of a hassle in the future. Generally, Godsblood is not in a state where physical resistance is likely to happen unprovoked.

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Edited 2022-07-16 22:43 (UTC)

Edited 2022-07-16 19:53 (UTC)

[ starters below! feel free to PM or DM me if you'd like to plan anything. plotting links for reference. ]

[ this is just for information gathering.

the just isn't to take away from the importance of their job tonight. the pleroma who'd come together to try to save vaeka desperately need to know more about what they're walking into. where kind of measures are there to keep her locked away, how many people (including fellow aions) are they up against, and what capabilities to they have? this isn't the only attempt at reconnaissance, but every single one of them matter.

strictly speaking, rand doesn't need his father's sword for this. but he's glad to have it close at hand nonetheless, same as it has been since he found it again in this world. he's barely used it, but that's not the point. it's a piece of tam al'thor here with him, that survived attacks by fades and trollocs and the dark one himself. the dangers in horos are as big — bigger — than they were at home, and he's still shaken by the regent's address and the challenge they now face. but at least he has this.

he breathes out, looking sideways to abel. they're heading in the direction of the prison where vaeka's currently under guard, awaiting her execution. and so far the city is — normal isn't the word. if the populace had little liked the visits from a couple of openly kenoma aions (and eustace, rand now knows), they like having even more of them, and achamite soldiers, even less. but life still goes on in some measure, and seeing people go about ordinary errands feels somehow eerie. not that he has any idea how a populace might normally behave in this situation, or if that'd be any different. he doesn't know the last time there was a public execution in andor, if two rivers can even be called part of andor.

quietly, ] Do you think we really can stop it?

In the first couple days Syrlya will want to check in on the other rebels that watch the portal/its safehouse, see how they're holding up and if they need any support. He'll assure them they're going to save Vaeka, but that's undoubtedly having an effect on other resistance members and that'll be high on his mind making sure they feel supported if there's anything else he can do around, you know, breaking Vaeka out of prison.

[ he's still in godsblood.

see, he keeps reminding himself: he's still in godsblood. not a dungeon in achamoth (not yet) (is a thought he refuses to give life) (no matter how many times it comes to the surface of his mind). the reminder isn't for any expectation of rescue. why would it be? saving this woman, this vaeka lovenskol, comes at such high stakes. it is so much more important. nothing can be allowed to jeopardize that more than he already has. it's just good strategy; it's just sensible.

(and she doesn't deserve this. he...does.)

there'd be enough space to take a couple of steps to and fro in the cell, if moving came easier. but working around the stone that misa (he at some point discovers) turned his arms, his chest to, makes that more difficult. in a way, that might be good: he'll never be caught nervously pacing. in every other way, of course, it's awful. the last time someone had tried trapping him, he'd made short work of the locked door, and that was before he even knew he could channel. but channelers use their hands, and he's seen moiraine do it enough times to know the truth of that. that doesn't stop him from trying, of course. but it's not like the headaches from how hard amos hit him help, or that he manages to get anywhere with it.

(there's blood on his clothes, cracked dry on his face, in his hair. he doesn't know which is his. he doesn't know which is amos's. he doesn't know which belongs to the man he killed. he doesn't know how he could've been so stupid. he doesn't know what happens next.)

visitors are likely to find him taciturn, jaw clenched tight, looking at them as they approach and then away. he isn't interested in talking. he refuses anything to eat. he doesn't want anything to do with any of the people he's now surrounded with.

but, of course, he doesn't get a say in that matter. ]

[ ooc | from night of day 2 until early day 4, rand will be held by the kenoma who are also here to execute vaeka. he'll be interacting with amos, ciel, gray, and misa. ]

Vaeka knew the risks that came with working alongside the Resistance. Things have been quiet for decades after the last war ended even before her time, it is always impressed upon new recruits that they were putting their lives on the line. It was an oath she took seriously or so she thought. The truth was that the Resistance has been able to act both unseen and unchecked for years.

She never thought that she would be the one to end up behind bars, that it was going to be her loyalty to be tested.

The jail is a building she has walked past numerous times as she grew up in the city but never once did she look at it with the thought that she would see the inside. To be left with her captors as her only company; agents of The Regent, loyalists, with no clue how they found her out of everyone in Godsblood. Fear gives into despair as Vaeka repeats her oath quietly to herself.

She never thought this day would come. But it has.

One of the Kenoma continues to hound her. She thinks it's strange at first as she half-expected them to look more like the shadowy figures depicted in stories, but this Emet-Selch looks like any other person. It's terrifying to think of how she may have passed by Kenoma without realizing it.

Vaeka grits her teeth, refusing to look at the man.

"I've said I don't know."

Edited 2022-07-16 21:35 (UTC)

[ the atmosphere in Godsblood is a tense one.

that tension has become a stagnant feeling in the air, and maybe it's all in Abel's head - but it certainly makes the skin prickle at the nape of his neck as if he can feel eyes on him, these days. ever since the Regent's address, none of them had got much in the way of rest nor relaxation and it didn't seem that would be changing anytime soon.

until Miss Vaeka were captured safe and sound, not a one of them would breathe easy.

even so, keeping spirits up is an important part of any 'mission,' and even if Abel wishes that he had something more concrete to offer Rand in the way of reassurances... he has but faith, today. ]

Do you really have to ask me that...?

[ his smile is quietly encouraging as if the priest were trying to stir up a bit of lightness, some hope inside his friend to keep Rand from getting too morose and caught up in his own head. it'd be too easy right now. ]

We are nothing if not exceptionally stubborn, don't you think? I'm pretty sure that goes for the lot of us right down to the very last.

[ so they wouldn't accept any alternative. ]

hi mods!! should i put the final vaeka rescue attempt under the "NPC threads" header, or should that be its own toplevel with us just shadow NPCing / shepherding vaeka around?

( starters and an open prompt will follow this top level! feel free to reach out to me here on the plotting post or ping me if there's anything else you'd like to plot out 🖤🍎 )

Yes, you can put it there so that people can see it! Vaeka herself won't be involved in the thread until she is in the process of being escorted out, though, so interactions with her can be left to suggestion up to that point. Let us know when she is needed and her player will tag her in.

Himeka and Abel will be spending some time looking around the inns and other businesses that sit above where the tunnels to Tehri's Godsblood portal let out. Their hope is to uncover any potential clues that may indicate how her cover is broken. They will, however, be doing this out in the open by posing as a townie couple wanting to talk to patrons and the employees about how recent events are strange (and potentially upsetting?), vying for personal opinions on the matter.

[ Coming upon the building the Kenoma are shacked up in, one thing will be obvious; at least two of them are almost constantly keeping watch. The most frequent of lookouts are Misa and Howl; the latter in a monstrous bird form and intermittently flying about the area, and the former on his back, looking in all directions. However, even when it seems the pair are not together, it's not a guarantee that Misa's eyes are not watching. In fact, any Pleromas who come within a certain (very wide) radius of the jail, even when such a visible search is not being conducted, may eventually feel a prodding at their shard... a communion request. Should they decide to pick up, Misa's voice will come out clear over the line: ]

Hey, I can see you there.

[ She'll then go on to give a brief description of the Pleroma in question's surroundings, and the clothes they're wearing— something along the lines of with the white shirt, inbetween those two buildings with the round windows. Perhaps the character is just scouting out the situation, or perhaps they're moving supplies, setting up something, it could be anything. If she knows the character's name, she'll go as far as to refer to them as that.

It may occur to some that it's not natural to be spotted from this distance away from the building— though Misa speaks as if it's the easiest thing in the world. As for where she is, in the very, very far distance, she's hidden behind some roofing, only the very top of her head peeking out. ]

Run along, and I won't tell anybody, okay?

[ On the earlier days, she'll leave things there with a warning, though will stay on the line in case the Pleroma has anything to say. On later days, she's incredibly likely to skip the warning before beginning her attack. Any incoming Pleromas on those days will first feel a stiffening of the tips of their fingers— upon inspection, their hand will be turning to stone.

It's not as if she's static, though— Pleromas may also be able to catch her clearly from her perch at specific moments - when she switches hiding spots on the roof, or when she hops off from Howl's back after a patrol. Occasionally, she's alone up there, and is forced to pace the perimeter of the roof by herself to keep a wide eye on things. Though these moments are far and few between, openings do exist. ]

[ It almost feels like she's having a strange dream when she witnesses what she does coming out of the building— Himeka, with a strange bird? Maybe she has a pet, is Misa's first thought. Until it later becomes obvious that the bird is not in fact a bird, but a person. Someone she spoke with earlier, even, albeit briefly. Given that the pair are already on the way out, she lets them go, sitting silently from her hiding spot on the roof, before eventually reaching out to Himeka via communion when she's sure they've gone far into their retreat. The second she picks up, Misa blurts out an half exasperated, half excited question: ]

Did I see that right? Was one of you a bird? That's pretty amazing!

[ The words seem honest... almost comically so, given the situation. But she has no reason for ire towards Himeka— actually, all this time, she's been wondering how she's been. Now's as good a time as ever to check in, isn't it? She'd like it if she didn't have to face up against her, or could convince her to stay away. Being friendly would be a good first step towards those goals, Misa thinks. ]

[ With the first day of their all-important task behind them, Misa's perhaps in even brighter spirits when the second day comes around. They're holding down the fort, so to speak. At present, she's getting a small break from her duties, having been up on the roof since dawn— and, much as she'd like to eat her breakfast inside the safety of the jail, she just simply does not want to be caught up in the middle of a battle unawares if someone manages to break through while she's eating. That'd be so stressful? No, much better to eat outside, where she can still keep somewhat of an eye on things.

Of course, she's not expecting anyone to be out here, so she rounds the corner of a nearby connected building rather hurriedly— which ends up being quite the blunder. Before she can prevent it, or even process that someone is there, she nearly walks straight into Johnny's wheelchair in her haste, then proceeds to trip on the edge of the wheel in her efforts to not barrel into him. ]

Eek—

[ She yelps, stumbling for balance in a near comedic franticness. For a short moment, she's nursing her shin (it feels like she just kicked a coffee table), before finally looking up and seeing just what she ran into. ]

Johnny! What are you doing here?!

[ Aaaaand, that definitely gets said at normal volume, with no sense of consideration for stealth. Was that on purpose, to possibly alert the others? Or is she airheaded enough to not think that Johnny is here on the mission? It's hard to tell, given her typical level of dramatized surprise and dismay at being inconvenienced, putting on her best wobbly lip while she tries to rub away the pain in her leg. ]

[ The truth of the matter is that Misa doesn't particularly mind the position she's been given. Yes, being a lookout like this is quite dangerous. They're like the first line of defense, aren't they? Perhaps it's because she's weak among her companions that she feels doubly pressured to perform well, to use the eyes she's traded so much for so that they may succeed.

However, it does get a bit more... nerve-wracking, at night. Especially whenever she and the other lookouts split up. Any of her fellow Kenoma are only a communion call away, so even Misa is allowed to venture around on her own, straining her eyes in the dim light for any sense of trouble. When one comes - a rustling in the leaves - she quickly draws an ornate knife from the sheath strapped to her thigh, stopping where she is and scanning the area wildly. It's only then that her eyes reveal to her the identity of who's there, and while her blade lowers a few inches, it stays brandished in front of her. ]

Abel...? Is that you?

[ Her voice sounds shaky, quiet, uncertain— she's sure that must be him there, but... is there anyone else there with him? Is this a trap? Suddenly, she's wondering if she should be focusing more on calling for back-up. One of her hands strays to her chest, drawing her black-tinted shard into the palm of her hand. Though she makes no further motion, staring hard at where his silhouette must be. ]

[ Between Rand's escape earlier in the day, and the steadily increasing count of injuries on their side, things are looking just shy of optimistic on the Kenoma side, when the eve of the fourth night comes.

Misa hasn't been sleeping much, due to the limitations of her own powers, and as the situation goes on, she finds it harder and harder to get rest. Thinking too much about something going wrong, perhaps. It's made worse that Amos's little stunt with getting his throat slashed had shaken her up rather badly earlier in the day, unsavory memories returning to the forefront of her mind, as they had in Venera. As a result, when nightfall comes, she looks as though a wilted version of her usual bright and cheery self, intermittently rubbing at her dry eyes tiredly.

But she's waiting in this particular room for a particular reason. She knows, of course, about Emet-Selch's dealings with the prisoner, everyone does at this point. But she can't help but be curious— or, hopeful, perhaps — that something has come of it. So she waits patiently in the room adjacent, sitting at a low table and picking at some food that the Achamite soldiers had provided them for rations. There's even a portion of similar bread, meat, and cheeses set up on the side of the table opposite to her, too, untouched. ]

Oh, hey, you're done...

[ She perks up when Emet finally enters the room, sitting up more straightly. Immediately, her eyes pore over him, as though a hint as to what's going on in there will be etched onto him— if there's any bloodsplatter to be had, there certainly might be. But Misa refrains from making any comment about anything like that at first, just tapping a nail on the table in front of her. ]

I saved some for you.

[ An attempt was made--that's really the best way to put it. Truth be told Himeka didn't think it would be successful, but it's one of those that's so strange that it may just do the trick, you know? As soon as she learned of Akua's very special ability she immediately knew how they should try it. After all, who would suspect a swan during a breakout?

Thankfully no one other than some hired guards and their own hurt pride suffered, and mostly psychological damage and a few stray pecks to the guards. Himeka didn't see too much useful in her own attempts to be sneaky around anyway. Guess she has a few other leads she needs to follow, mayhaps away from the jail itself...

She's a little caught off guard by the communion attempt, at first thinking it's one of her allies but...it's not something she initially recognizes-- ]

...M-Misa?

[ Gods! She hasn't spoken to this woman since those caverns months ago. Himeka quickly stows away into a nearby alley so she can take her shard out properly. ]

Um...yes?

[ Well, there's no sense hiding it, huh? ]

Wait, where were you?

IA. sabotage (cw: drug usage)

[ dextera, against all reasonable odds, is still trying to hide his own aion identity in godsblood. he knows it can’t possibly be much longer before they’re all exposed, considering one of their own was made public before this and now vaeka has a target on her head… but he’s still being cautious in the city he’s made his home. what this practically means is that he’s using an assortment of the traps and other small devices he’s made to try to put soldiers and aions alike out of commission in advance of vaeka’s scheduled execution.

he can’t let it come to pass. that, he refuses to entertain.

he doesn’t set off any explosions in the city, afraid of harming the regular citizens; instead, the traps he uses are a bit more localized and a lot more quiet than a bomb would be. it doesn’t necessarily make them less incapacitating, though—while he settles for milder effects for the human guards that might get in the way of the pleroma, he reserves the less pleasant options for those he knows and recognizes as the enemy.

this means hallucinogens primarily, a burst of mushroom spores taken from the lohkimareen forest for this particular purpose. or… maybe he gets his powders mixed up and you just end up leaking tears and sweat. it’s not exactly effective, but it is embarrassing, isn’t it?

either way, the creator isn’t far from his creation; those who want to find the source of the little metal object that just diffused spores everywhere won’t have to look hard for dextera cautiously lurking around a corner. ]

IB. self-sabotage

[ just because dextera is good at making things doesn’t necessarily mean he’s good at using them.

inevitably, there are times that a kenoma passes by or over one of his traps without triggering it, and dextera follows soon after to check it out. he doesn’t think about how badly this will go for him when he starts to press his fingers into the ‘button’ mechanism of the trap—which means his face is greeted with a full-on dose of his own medicine. ]

—!!

[ so much for being stealthy; dextera coughs up a storm, more surprised than suffocating. it’s only a matter of time before his own work catches up with him. ]

II. wildcard

( for everything else! i’ll also be posting closed starters as needed, and/or we can plot something specific or you can give a twist to one of these prompts to personalize it or whatever. i’ll also be happy to do any aftermath threads here as well, i just didn’t want to make a prompt that was “come bother him!” even though that’s the situation he’ll largely be in. his plotting comment is here, but i’m also in the game discord and on plurk at

pavaal if you want to hash something out! )

[ Abel's introduction is, as ever, clumsy and completely lacking in any sort of finesse.

he's stumbling his way beyond some bushes near a little scenic spot where couples like to stop and share lunch or a chat over an artisan beverage during the daytime hours; during the gloom of night, it seems it served as nothing more than an obstacle for tripping into if one wasn't paying attention.

or maybe it's just him.

...whatever the case may be, he manages to catch his footing on the back of the bench, pulling a twig that'd broken off from where it had gotten stuck in his boot and,

looking,

at Misa,

like a deer in headlights... going exceptionally and impressively still. is he even breathing...? with her enhanced perception, perhaps she could see it - faint. like a spooked animal. but then she speaks, and Abel is beginning to wilt with a hand pressed to his chest, exhaling in a relieved breath. ]

--Miss Misa?! [ exasperate!!!! ...and happy!! ......and then, distressed: ] --Ah, what... what are you doing here--?! Please don't tell me, that you... ah. Are...

[ ...he trails off, quietly. her Shard...

the flicker of that churning darkness...

it serves to sober him quite quickly like a shock of cold ice water. then she, too, is growing closer to the Kenoma's ever-hungry abyss. and if she's here... if she's here, then that means...

ah. no, Misa. she-- she can't. she wouldn't do this, would she--? she... she wouldn't. ]

[ When Amos had told her that he'd brought Rand into the jail, Misa didn't find herself all that surprised.

After all, she saw a glimpse of how he'd acted when the Regent had announced their plan. Impulsively, violently. She thinks back to Venera, too, his deep stubbornness and rejection of the Kenoma's ideals— and yet, she remembers too those few beats of hesitation she'd witnessed in him, when she'd brought up the idea that there are those in their worlds who are capable of being saved. What a serious, sensitive guy!, she'd thought then, and still thinks now. Obviously, he feels strongly in opposition to what the Kenoma are doing. And perhaps more obviously, it's predictable that he'd get caught, acting out as he had. Misa overall has little sympathy for him, which is why it came so easily for her to suggest the idea of restraining him with her power. A pity - she might have felt more badly for him, had the Regent not instructed them to do just this. Now, to her, he's just another obstacle to clear out of the Regent's path.

When she comes into the cell to give him his typical dose of petrification, kept on a surprisingly strict timer that's ticking away in her own mind, her mood is rather neutral, and she may seem several degrees less tense than her comrades. There's not a mite of conflict to be had in her expression, to say the least, so she's clearly not bothered over having to do things like this. The only thing, the only thing she makes a bit of a face over is the still very sorry state of his face, caked in blood that's flaking and chipping away as the hours go by. When she closes the door leading into the cell behind her, she regards him with a sigh, adjusting a canvas bag that's slung over her shoulder— the contents of which would be unclear to Rand himself.

The petrification may have receded in her absence to the tops of his biceps, allowing him some semblance of movement, despite the majority of his arms still being statuesque. Though Misa begins making quick work of that as soon as she steps in the room, the numbing, inflexible stiffness crawling steadily up and over his shoulders, frankly ignoring any sharp stare he gives her. Before it can move to completely immobilize his arms from the shoulders down, she chimes in with some helpful(?) advice. ]

I'm giving you a fair warning this time, [ She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, delicately. Her words are casual— there's no malice there, no smugness or intention to point and laugh. Just plain (if a bit insensitive) matter of factness, delivered with her typical flighty way of speaking. ] Don't move around so much, or it'll get stuck in a weird position.

[ This really fucking sucks.

The gloves he'd been wearing at the time had taken the brunt of the damage, thick and reinforced and now useless. That doesn't stop the stinging pain radiating from his palms, though — bandaged, but underneath recovering from deep, clean cuts right across them; the right one worse than the left. And that doesn't stop the burning sensation radiating from where two of his fingers used to be, the phantom pain that comes with them, the bandage across where they should be doing nothing to stop it. Not like he's bleeding anymore, either. They're clean, white, and unable to cover up what's no longer there.

He has no fucking clue how he did that. He has no fucking clue how he was able to grab a sword by the blade, let it dig so deep into through his skin that it severed everything underneath coming out the other side, and continue like nothing happened, only aware of it while hauling the deadweight that Rand had become back with him, leaving a trail of blood in his wake and with no idea as to where his fingers ever actually ended up.

But all of that seems secondary now.

It's late. Or it's early. Hard to tell. Either way, he's got nowhere else to be, and the pain is keeping him up, so he might as well go to Rand's cell. Sit on the ground across from it, back leaning against the bars of the cell behind him. Sure, it's uncomfortable, but comfort probably isn't going to be happening any time soon, so fuck it. Why not.

He sits there, knees up, injured hand resting in his lap, waiting for any sign of life. And when there finally is — when Amos himself is exhausted, had probably been in the midst of nodding off himself but he's awake now — his eyes flick up. His voice is dry, tired, strained through the pain he can no longer easily suppress. ]

Hey there, princess.

Right now most of them are just trying to lay low, but there does seem to be quite a bit of stress coming from the fact that they still have no idea how Vaeka was revealed. They are worried this means that there may be a traitor among them, or that they have otherwise had information leaked. Given that Vaeka is up for execution, it seems a reasonable worry that one of them may be next. They aren't sure if they can afford to keep guarding the tunnels or if they should be fleeing elsewhere.

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EVENT #5: SOVEREIGN CITIZENS (GODSBLOOD)

MOD CONTACT

COMMITTED ACTIONS

NPC THREADS

rand al'thor, pleroma, martyr

don't run with knives, kids! | closed to abel, later ft amos + gray

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got those folsom prison blues | closed, see ooc note.

Vaeka & Emet-Selch

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Re: MOD CONTACT

misa amane | kenoma | lover

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open to PLEROMA, days 1-5

✦ closed to HIMEKA

✦ closed to JOHNNY

✦ closed to ABEL

✦ closed to EMET-SELCH

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dextera • pleroma (lover)

1/2

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evening on day 3-ish

cw reference to amputation

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