Let me tell you of a world,
A world from the Book of the Dead.
Across this world roams the Myst
Slithering, pining, moaning...
Waiting.
It waits for the "perfect" one,
The one whose brilliance will burn the misery away.
Yes, this is the world of Valmordia. The world of the Myst.
The Myst that inhabits this once-peaceful land. It rolls across the oceans, caps the snowy mountains, and darkens even the hottest desert. It's watching. Waiting. Few have lived to hear the cries that it gives, heard only in story and fable...
If anyone's earned member of the month, Airu has earned it more than three times over. The other contestants have then gone missing and been found floating in a river. We're still working on that one.
The point is, even if Airu wasn't the wonderful role-player she is, she'd still get this. Believe me, for clinging on and giving us the delights of Marana and Cyra, she's earned it :D
No character of the month D:
This thread was started by Airu, and was chosen for ToTM for two reasons. One: well... Do we have any other IC threads...? *Cough*. But number two is the real reason! Let's face it: Airu is win. And this thread was nominated purely for that reason :D
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steal images and we will take a needle to you, and believe me, those things can contain a helluva lot more than anaesthetic. after that... well, let's see what the likes of vanyel and dr. psylin can come up with, shall we?
The elusive 'Todd' now fled, this shop is owned by a family of McDuffs; all of them Galeshhoek born and bred. But living in Lockdown City teaches you that old hospitalities die quickly. The store stocks the basic tools, metals, and other useful implements, but most people come for what Mr. McDuff sells under the counter... Weaponry of any size, shape, and calibre can be found, for the right price.
Optimistically named, this store now stocks little more than scummy milk and flailing cabbage. A cow out back provides the bare minimum of fluids, but the best is kept for Mrs. Judy Gerrards, for as long as it will keep. None of the food appears anything close to edible, and yet the goodwife and her children seem well-fed...
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Main Street
The Shades... Short for 'Shadows', and the most common name for the once-prosperous lower regions. From the corner of Black Alley to the walls on either side, Main Street crosses the whole bredth of the lower district. The pavers are loose here, so that any horse not knackered long ago would have lost their footing easily. Even people have trouble standing sometimes, although that's probably more to do with the drink. Houses, wooden and imposing for all their age, line the broad street while ancient gaslamps shed a flickering light through the fog. In spite of the outer wall, it's always dirty and dim here.
