"I See..." Stelle Looked Around, "I Take You Are Here A Lot, Considering The Details I See."

"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.

(picrew here)

Your name is Palmia Nasrin, and you spent your 8 Sweeps of life in the Wilderwood.

You enjoy exploring, foraging with Rennoh, and chasing off Poachers.

The Wilderwood of Harmonus is home to all kinds of beasts and monsters.  You are quite at home with them, as you had been with the Golden Hind since you were a Pupate.  Something about a fawn unjustly killed so the village leadership threw you to the rampaging doe.  Whatever.  Doe Mother loves you, and her herd is your family.

Your Orange blood isn’t at all indicative of your nature.  You are tall, bold, and are not afraid of anyone who comes into your territory.  If it’s Rennoh, though, well, you know where the good forage is.  You trust the light of your Lantern to guide the way.

What’s a Trolltag?  Sounds gross.

"The Pierrot is an important persona in Harmonian storytelling. They, alongside other kinds of clowns, are common in multiple universes where Trolls exist." Stelle smiled. "This type, the White Pierrot, represents innocence, mystery, and gentleness."

@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.

(picrew here)

Your name is Rennoh Cadrea, and you are just 8 Sweeps old.

Your interests are related to nature, particularly foraging in the Wilderwood.

You have lived as an orphan in this rural village in Harmonus, though you spent your formative years under the care of an Imperial Drone called Acer.  You had helped him revive an ancient crystallized blood sample, creating a baby grub sister.  You knew, though, that they were safest on Lone Moon.  You miss them.  The sound of your Bell is soothing, and calls back to a lost ancestry.

It was for the best.  After all, you know your Classpect is likely fatal, should too many Sessions kill the Tree That Holds All.

Your blood color is no one’s business.  That’s rude to ask. [He is a purple blood]

Your village has no Internet, so you don’t have a Trolltag.  Bummer.

You noticed your village seems to be full of Blood Poachers…

"Um, I am unsure. Does this remind you of anything?" Stelle asked.

She looked into the room, the entry of an ice palace. "Strange..."

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?

living under heaven / Nao ARAI

Prague | Czech Republic

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*.

"Okay, so Harmonus still has the whole Classpect thing, as it's important to the Multiverse ecosystem blah blah blah..." Palmia glanced to her companions, the deer snorting and aware.

"However, because these games and 'Sessions' that destroy and rebuild universes are, overall, unpredictable... There's a risk of damage to the Multiverse's core, the Tree that Holds All. That's where ones like Rennoh come in. Catching on?

@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 feel like if you stabbed an angel the blood trail would look like this