Oxford, England

Plot wanted (based on a dream)

This plot involves Rennoh Cadrea, in a version of Alternia that contains the unique horror known as public schools (especially USAmerican)

This school also enforces the Hemospectrum Caste System, and has all castes except Seadwellers (they have a cushy boarding school).

Rennoh is a transfer student from Harmonus, and because of his region's culture, refuses to disclose blood color and accepts being in the 'Lowblood' level. The teacher is a staunch pro-Monarchy, pro-Caste system and bullies Rennoh (but that ends up sparing others)

Just tossing it out there.

A deep rumble came from the shadows. A tall Troll with antlers appeared, flanked by golden antlered deer. This Troll held a lantern, which glowed amber and lit the trail.

"Palmia!" Rennoh called. "She knows Stelle!"

"...Are you sure she isn't a poacher?"

"Uh?" Rennoh glanced to Soldan. "I don't think so."

The two deer approached, flames curling from their lips as they sniffed at Soldan. The two deer then glanced to Palmia, rumbling and whistling.

"Ah, I see. So not a poacher. You may come with us."

@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."

Warsaw - Łazienki Palace

"It's..." Stelle was astounded, "It's incredible..." She had her luggage, and was taken by servants to get set up, dressed, and ready for the ball properly.

She would reappear not long after, dressed in a Pierrot costume. It was pristine white with black accents, her makeup in the classic style. If anything, Stelle appeared more as a duitiful servant versus a dignitary.

@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.

"If I Can Be Where You Are" - Enya

Goth flowers appreciation post

Stelle glanced to Edgar, hoping this was going well, and looked back, "You are welcome, Your Majesty."

People had come to see the "Star-Child" and "Lone Moon Maid."

Stelle mostly stayed with Edgar to seek his guidance on how to interact with others.

@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.

"True, but insight is insight. Even to know just one good royal exists." Stelle listened, "Harmonus acts as not just a multiverse hub, but preserves parts of worlds long gone. To save and revive extinct blood types, morphs, and species is instrumental to learning and preventing another extinction. I am proof it is possible."

Stelle went to another room, opening the door. It was all ice. Everything was frozen. "Oh... This is different."

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?

"Stelle... She was just a baby when she... Time operates differently there, I guess." Rennoh smiled, adding, "Is she well? How is Acer? I miss him too."

"I think we all miss Acer. He kept things in place." Palmia smirked, "Even an exiled Imperial Drone is still an Imperial Drone."

Rennoh paused to examine a growing lichen, smiling, "Oh that one will be ready soon... Oh, sorry."

"Don't be! You are why the others here can forage as well as they do!" Palmia paused, and growled. "We are being watched."

@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."

“Holding The Moon” Knights Ferry, California by Eric Hock