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**Rules**
~Follow all of Iwaku's rules.
~Character death is allowed only if the character's writer would like to kill them off.
~Multiple characters are allowed, but please give a moderate post length for both!
**OOC Forum Here!**
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The moon had already risen high into the sky. It was a bright, full moon that cast the world under it a glow. The street lamps hummed in tune with the crickets singing their lullabies in the dark. This town was called Lochberry. A small town that was isolated between beds of mountains. There was only a single road that lead through the mountains, but it was treacherous as the summer showers often caused loose rocks to cover the passage. This isolation meant that most of the residents were born in this town and seldom did any visitors come to Lochberry. The center of town was a small square of dimly lit shops, a small tavern, and the town hall. The shops here always closed before the sun set, but the tavern remained open. It was a quaint place. A fireplace cast a warm glow to the room. The brick floor was cold, the tables were chipped oak, and the bar was small. It only had a few patrons at this hour.
One patron sat near the fire, along the back wall. She was hooded so her face could not be seen. This cloak was a soft, black fabric that seemed far to warm for the heat of the summer night. Her hands rested contently on her ale, but little had been consumed. So began to run a thing finger along the rim of the glass, in boredom.
"Last Call!" Screamed the Bar Maid.
The lone patron jumped, the noise brought her out of her day dream. She approached the bar, paid her tab an left quietly. She was rather average in height, about 5'6". The cloak parted as she walked and her fit body could be seen, along with a shiny object holstered at her hip. As she looked up at the moon and her face was illuminated for the first time. She was a pale woman with almond eyes and thin lips. There was little color on her face, but her eyes seemed to pierce the night. They were bright blue, like shimmering jewels. Lastly, there was a small scar on her left eye. It was thin, but the hair on her eyebrow no longer grew where the scar passed through it. She continued to walk, no destination in mind.
"Tonight may be a busy night for you, Cyan." She whispered to herself. "What horrible things want to come out and play?"
~Follow all of Iwaku's rules.
~Character death is allowed only if the character's writer would like to kill them off.
~Multiple characters are allowed, but please give a moderate post length for both!
**OOC Forum Here!**
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The moon had already risen high into the sky. It was a bright, full moon that cast the world under it a glow. The street lamps hummed in tune with the crickets singing their lullabies in the dark. This town was called Lochberry. A small town that was isolated between beds of mountains. There was only a single road that lead through the mountains, but it was treacherous as the summer showers often caused loose rocks to cover the passage. This isolation meant that most of the residents were born in this town and seldom did any visitors come to Lochberry. The center of town was a small square of dimly lit shops, a small tavern, and the town hall. The shops here always closed before the sun set, but the tavern remained open. It was a quaint place. A fireplace cast a warm glow to the room. The brick floor was cold, the tables were chipped oak, and the bar was small. It only had a few patrons at this hour.
One patron sat near the fire, along the back wall. She was hooded so her face could not be seen. This cloak was a soft, black fabric that seemed far to warm for the heat of the summer night. Her hands rested contently on her ale, but little had been consumed. So began to run a thing finger along the rim of the glass, in boredom.
"Last Call!" Screamed the Bar Maid.
The lone patron jumped, the noise brought her out of her day dream. She approached the bar, paid her tab an left quietly. She was rather average in height, about 5'6". The cloak parted as she walked and her fit body could be seen, along with a shiny object holstered at her hip. As she looked up at the moon and her face was illuminated for the first time. She was a pale woman with almond eyes and thin lips. There was little color on her face, but her eyes seemed to pierce the night. They were bright blue, like shimmering jewels. Lastly, there was a small scar on her left eye. It was thin, but the hair on her eyebrow no longer grew where the scar passed through it. She continued to walk, no destination in mind.
"Tonight may be a busy night for you, Cyan." She whispered to herself. "What horrible things want to come out and play?"
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