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.]

Comments

[eternaldivide]

I'd like that, if you don't mind. I'd like my swordmsmanship to get better than what it currently it. And I feel like I might be able to learn a thing or two from you through these sparring matches.

... Maybe sometime again next week? If possible.

[ since who knows what could happening between now and then, but he'd like to do this again when they can ]

[otherworldlyking]

Next week's good. We could even make it the same time and day as this time.

[ Well, nothing's happened, and it keeps McBurn occupied to say the least. So, he's all for it. ]

[eternaldivide]

Next Thursday at noon, then. Thank you again for my sword and I look forward to our next session.

[ Finding a sparring partner he can possibly learn from wasn't something he expected here but hey he will absolutely take it ]