Thanny
The Destined Undestined
Over the course of five weeks, in the wake of the deaths of six members on a high-risk mission, the Haven had received several newcomers and completed a number of new and sometimes harrowing tasks together. New and old folk solidified bonds as trustworthy and excellent members in the community, and started upon their latest chapter to their lives with a sense of camaraderie.
This also marked the start of a campaign which changed the fabric that shaped the thoughts of those occupying the Haven, and spurred a new thought whispered among some. An undead attack on numerous villages and cities, the conversion of one of their own, the leader of it all under the fingertips of a greater -- who were behind the events that spurred a good source of activity within the universes, and what horrors awaited them in the future?
The Haven had been observed to be a graced location to those who would have died, an invitation to individuals who showed great promise, a sought Shangri-La or Great Library to the scholarly, a proving grounds to those who seek power, or even a chanced upon spot between Point A and Point B. All of these are true, but one thing stands truer than all: it was a prison without walls. Regulatory efforts state three rules:
1.) Those who do not work outside of the Haven will disappear in three weeks until they do so.
2.) Those who betray their allies unto death will not be suffered to live.
3.) Those who seek vengeance upon another must combat through words or the arena. Open fights within the Haven are punished severely.
A job board dictates what jobs are available. They fluctuate from basic hunting and gathering to those of espionage and manhunts, and each of these jobs pay well in terms of renown, power, and lucre.
Recovery from wounds suffered outside the Haven is instantaneous, even recovery from death within the arena inside the Haven, but as long as the rules are in place or you die it seems that you will never be free to live a life outside of the dictions of this sanctuary. Armed with this knowledge, the older members of the Haven sometimes seek their freedom through renown, while others are comfortable or have given up.
Either way, the many worlds need heroes, and being Haven members, protectors of them all, you determine their fates as well as your own. You can bide your time with newfound friends, invest into yourself or others, seek out the potential of a name for yourself, or put effort into a more authentic freedom. Welcome to the Haven, folks.
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Five weeks had passed since the incident, and the kitchen cook Berybrillo flipped a trio of flapjacks within the kitchen as Pang, the resident zouyu of the Haven was up bright and early and rubbed the blear from his eyes inside the cafeteria. Time seemed to pass by quickly under his gaze, as sleepless as he had been as of late. The pallid skin around his brown eyes, even if shaded by white fur, was very worn, dark, and sunken, which even struck Berybrillo as odd as she spun by and sent the pancakes in front of him.
"You need your rest, guy. I can't serve regular food to you anymore if you turn into a zombie," she spoke up, laughing under her breath. "But seriously, don't you ever get sleep?"
Pang shrugged as he looked groggily up at her with a smile, his eyes glazed but taking the comment warmly.
"I get enough of it. Don't worry about me. I feel that I'm getting closer to understanding things, and scouring the records is more challenging than I thought. I never would have guessed that we completed so many quests, and did not complete even more. Did you know that the records go back more than a hundred and fifty years?"
"I didn't, no, but it's cool to know," Berybrillo replied, grinning. The smile quickly dropped. "But really now, you are pushing your health. Looking at papers is no way to pass the time, not alone, and you have not ventured out on a quest for about two weeks now. Shouldn't you try to do something physical along with all of this? Man can not live on pancakes alone. I guess that works for zouyus too."
Pang was silent for a time, which seemed to worry the bubbly blue-haired youth. She sat down nearby and placed her tanned skin on his fleshy, furry hand.
"I'm not the only one worried about you, Pang. Others do too. Live a little. Laugh a little. I want justice for Aprameia same as you, but you need to go out there and do other things. I don't know her much, but I know that's what she would want too."
Pang nodded somberly and let off a rueful smile.
"Thanks, Uzu--I mean, Berybrillo. I still don't know why you changed your name."
"Because it was my given name," she replied with a chuckle, "like Pang is yours. The others helped me become braver in more than one sense. I decided to discard my old desired name of Uzumeashy for something that better matched me, or so Hogie said."
That earned a laugh from the catlike man, as well as a follow-up of "Hogarth said that? That young codger doesn't open up to me much, but I agree. It does suit you."
Blushing, she wiggled off of her seat and onto her feet, replacing her arm.
"I'll toss on some apple slices on your plate for that. See you around. I see other customers in the wing, and some new rooms."
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Host, here. Your characters are welcome to be in the Haven already or be new to the Haven. If you are new, have them teleport into the room with a wave of nausea from the inter-dimensional travel. If you were preexisting, feel free to have them be in any of the locations within the Haven, from the arena to the gate or the cafeteria. Have fun, and be creative!
This also marked the start of a campaign which changed the fabric that shaped the thoughts of those occupying the Haven, and spurred a new thought whispered among some. An undead attack on numerous villages and cities, the conversion of one of their own, the leader of it all under the fingertips of a greater -- who were behind the events that spurred a good source of activity within the universes, and what horrors awaited them in the future?
The Haven had been observed to be a graced location to those who would have died, an invitation to individuals who showed great promise, a sought Shangri-La or Great Library to the scholarly, a proving grounds to those who seek power, or even a chanced upon spot between Point A and Point B. All of these are true, but one thing stands truer than all: it was a prison without walls. Regulatory efforts state three rules:
1.) Those who do not work outside of the Haven will disappear in three weeks until they do so.
2.) Those who betray their allies unto death will not be suffered to live.
3.) Those who seek vengeance upon another must combat through words or the arena. Open fights within the Haven are punished severely.
A job board dictates what jobs are available. They fluctuate from basic hunting and gathering to those of espionage and manhunts, and each of these jobs pay well in terms of renown, power, and lucre.
Recovery from wounds suffered outside the Haven is instantaneous, even recovery from death within the arena inside the Haven, but as long as the rules are in place or you die it seems that you will never be free to live a life outside of the dictions of this sanctuary. Armed with this knowledge, the older members of the Haven sometimes seek their freedom through renown, while others are comfortable or have given up.
Either way, the many worlds need heroes, and being Haven members, protectors of them all, you determine their fates as well as your own. You can bide your time with newfound friends, invest into yourself or others, seek out the potential of a name for yourself, or put effort into a more authentic freedom. Welcome to the Haven, folks.
__________________________
____________________
Five weeks had passed since the incident, and the kitchen cook Berybrillo flipped a trio of flapjacks within the kitchen as Pang, the resident zouyu of the Haven was up bright and early and rubbed the blear from his eyes inside the cafeteria. Time seemed to pass by quickly under his gaze, as sleepless as he had been as of late. The pallid skin around his brown eyes, even if shaded by white fur, was very worn, dark, and sunken, which even struck Berybrillo as odd as she spun by and sent the pancakes in front of him.
"You need your rest, guy. I can't serve regular food to you anymore if you turn into a zombie," she spoke up, laughing under her breath. "But seriously, don't you ever get sleep?"
Pang shrugged as he looked groggily up at her with a smile, his eyes glazed but taking the comment warmly.
"I get enough of it. Don't worry about me. I feel that I'm getting closer to understanding things, and scouring the records is more challenging than I thought. I never would have guessed that we completed so many quests, and did not complete even more. Did you know that the records go back more than a hundred and fifty years?"
"I didn't, no, but it's cool to know," Berybrillo replied, grinning. The smile quickly dropped. "But really now, you are pushing your health. Looking at papers is no way to pass the time, not alone, and you have not ventured out on a quest for about two weeks now. Shouldn't you try to do something physical along with all of this? Man can not live on pancakes alone. I guess that works for zouyus too."
Pang was silent for a time, which seemed to worry the bubbly blue-haired youth. She sat down nearby and placed her tanned skin on his fleshy, furry hand.
"I'm not the only one worried about you, Pang. Others do too. Live a little. Laugh a little. I want justice for Aprameia same as you, but you need to go out there and do other things. I don't know her much, but I know that's what she would want too."
Pang nodded somberly and let off a rueful smile.
"Thanks, Uzu--I mean, Berybrillo. I still don't know why you changed your name."
"Because it was my given name," she replied with a chuckle, "like Pang is yours. The others helped me become braver in more than one sense. I decided to discard my old desired name of Uzumeashy for something that better matched me, or so Hogie said."
That earned a laugh from the catlike man, as well as a follow-up of "Hogarth said that? That young codger doesn't open up to me much, but I agree. It does suit you."
Blushing, she wiggled off of her seat and onto her feet, replacing her arm.
"I'll toss on some apple slices on your plate for that. See you around. I see other customers in the wing, and some new rooms."
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Host, here. Your characters are welcome to be in the Haven already or be new to the Haven. If you are new, have them teleport into the room with a wave of nausea from the inter-dimensional travel. If you were preexisting, feel free to have them be in any of the locations within the Haven, from the arena to the gate or the cafeteria. Have fun, and be creative!
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