| Roster | OOC | Accepted CS Dump | Collaboration Site | Omashu For some time, Omashu has been a place subject to unrest. Recently, there have been rumours of rebellion in the slums, the neglected, dark home of the scum of the city. In the Humming Badgermole, a woman was sitting on one of the seats on a round table with several men and women gathered around her. Everyone in that tavern knew her by name, the fearsome metalbender Alicia Albright. "Tonight's the night," she said, swinging her mug from left to right in her hand. "When the streets empty, Willy ‘n I’ll be in ‘ere, upstairs. The doors’ll be open, so you can all come on in and join our little meeting. Tonight…. Tonight we take down the Royal Palace." Night fell upon the walled city of Omashu. The sounds of the wind echoed throughout the small streets. The last pit-patter of the night were heard as the remaining people on the street disappeared behind doors of a closed tavern. The windows of the buildings were shut tight and the inside was blocked by wooden panels with metal patterns facing outwards. There were some voices coming from the attic of the building, but the voices ceased soon after the infamous metalbender walked in. Northern Water Tribe The port of the beautiful city set on ice was filled with ships. Men were unloading crates, leading them into the city. Only one ship had no one getting off. It was seemingly made of the rock hard, dark wood of the Earth Kingdom, appropriately nicknamed Axe Reaver. A man stood in front of it, grumbling on one of his crates. The rest of the port was pouring into the city to celebrate the end of the summer. There were lights hung up from buildings to buildings, across the walls, lighting up the tribe as the sun hung just below the horizon. On the streets were men and women preparing the decorations, either by simply hanging something, or sometimes by building ice-sculptures in a matter of seconds. The children playing with the snow would get shooed from time to time by the workers, though this didn’t stop them from coming back. Other than the gamins and pranksters, everyone on the scene was working hard to make that night the best of the year. Luca Céleste - Northern Water Tribe A young boy stood outside, hanging over the edge of the deck, leaning forward with his eyes gleaming as the city came within their reach. They’d been navigating through the ice for days on the ship, though it wasn’t until now that the waterbender felt home. He hadn’t seen his tribe in over a year, ever since he’d returned to Ba Sing Se. It was mostly dark as it mostly was during that time of year. Luca loved the festival so much; he hadn’t been to it since his childhood but he could still remember the eloquent balance between the aurora and the lights swinging across the buildings. The ship set itself at the docks, lowering the anchor. While one of the sailors was tying line from the head of the ship, the boy impatiently hopped off, letting out a little oof as he almost fell into the icy cold water. He grumbled for a moment before turning to the ship and waving to no one in particular. "Thanks for the ride!" He quickly dashed off, his bag swing from over his shoulder from left to right. The boy made his way inside the walls, hoping to get a chance to look around before the night.