Once The Directions Were Followed, Soldan Would Find Herself In A Triage Room At A Hospital In Harmonus,

The 2nd full moon of August 2023 l Rami Ammoun

"Acer is my, her adoptive Lusus." Rennoh suddenly quieted as he heard a twig snap.

Palmia was on guard, her deer growling before charging off.

There was a loud commotion: loud honks, snarling, and screaming. Rennoh was frozen in place, beforeseeing Palmia return, purple and blue blood on her antlers.

"Sorry about that. My herd are chasing them. Where? To where they deserve."

"Palmia, you are hurt..." Rennoh pulled out a clean cloth and antiseptic, and Palmia let him treat a gash on her shoulder. Bronze blood stained the fabric.

Palmia held the cloth, glancing to Soldan, "The rules of 'Hemospectrum' mean nothing here, no matter what those Poachers believe. You. Which world are you from?"

@pcrplevenom

Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.

Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.

The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.

Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."

The Bandits ran off, especially after a volley of very loud flashbangs.

Once satisfied they were gone, Capell came out of his hiding place, adjusting his bulletproof clothing and putting on a mask. "Are you hurt?" Capell asked.

His rifle was slung over his shoulder, clearly an air-powered one.

On Call

@adam--bomb

It was a more complex mission, but Aurora Lark III didn't just serve Trolls.

However, this planet, Pandora... It was a unique challenge in danger levels.

A respiratory illness was detected and determined dangerous, so the Aurora Lark III's scientists and doctors crafted vaccines. It was just getting the vaccines into the patients...

Bandits rarely came looking for anything other than a fight. Capturing them would be dangerous and unethical.

So the safest bet now... Darting them, as well as working on food-based vaccines.

If only there was a local doctor who could give insight before the powderkeg blew...

Capell Legato aimed his air rifle at a few Bandits that were carrying on in their usual way. It was then he noticed they were *after something*.

pink moon.

Harmonus is a multi-universe hub. It serves as a reservoir for knowledge and people that would otherwise be gone forever." Stelle continued, "The Alternia you know of is one of very few in regular contact with Harmonus. However... ...I heard Tourists can be awful."

(lone-moon-pierrot) The stars were lovely on Lone Moon, the sky a midnight rainbow of galaxies. Stelle had something for Soldan to see. "Friend, hello."

"Stelle! Good to ssee you again!" a smile, cheerful as it usually was. Soldan walked and stood beside her, an inqusitive head tilt to one side. "I do apologize for being busy, It'ss getting a bit chilly where I live. Sstocking up and whatnot, tiring work!"

@lone-moon-pierrot

Moon Halo with Jupiter (x x x) l England UK

"No, but please, I'd like to learn!" Stelle smiled.

@itisweselton

It had been planned for when the Veil thinned. Stelle embraced Acer, bidding him goodbye.

She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.

The other case had gifts for the Duke, to show her gratitude. Books of Harmonian tales, maps, gemstones...

She hoped to make a good impression as she went through the doors, to enter the waking world for the first time.

@pcrplevenom

Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.

Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.

The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.

Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."

"I see..." Stelle looked around, "I take you are here a lot, considering the details I see."

Trade and foreign matters... What was more foreign than an alien? A Troll? "If I may ask? How are these relations going?"

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?