WEEK 1

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 1

[The train wouldn't stop. Not until very early the next morning. The few who might have been awake would be able to exit the train, entering the cool twilight of the dawn. The star is dark, and few stars can be seen in the sky as a cold breeze begins to blow from the mountain beyond. You can see some chunks of rock floating idly nearby, far away from the station that it won't hit trains, but near enough that one can see they are larger than the train they just disembarked.

Lastly, laid out in front of them, the first port of call: Menahoven. The mountain: The Throat of the World.

But which world? Who knows. Not any of yours. Maybe it doesn't matter. Not when you are so far from home. Not when you have no way to get off this rock without the aid of the trains-and they will not let you pass.

It looks like you're stuck here until the Conductor decides to leave. In the meantime, everyone will need to get comfortable.


There are fifteen strangers left in this place.]

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[eternaldivide]

[ huh ... this is some interesting information. mundus ... so that's where the dragon is from. but then how did it get here and in that awful state?

... no time to think about that. he'll give the pamphlet one more look over before discreetly taking some jarrin root to take back to dragon. ]

[strangerpeople]

[All right then!

Dragon is still there, looking just pitiful.]

[eternaldivide]

[ it's... so pitiful. Mithos will ask Atsushi about the questions he asked the dragon later. For.now he will kneel in front of it with the jarrin root in hand.]

I found some. Are you ... ready?

[strangerpeople]

[A small whine of affirmation. Please just put it out of it's misery.]

[eternaldivide]

[ Well then ... here we go. ]

Alright ... here.

[ Mithos will then proceed to ... give the Jarrin Root to the Dragon. ]