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]

Ah ... so the residents of Rosohna aren't human? What sort of beings are they, if not.

[ They aren't elves, as elves aren't sensitive to light. Nor Dwarves, so he's curious. ]

[katzenpfote]

Drow. Sometimes called 'dark elves'.

[eternaldivide]

Ah ... So they are a type of elf.

[ Seems he was wrong, then. They don't really have 'light elves' and 'dark elves' where he's from. ]

I take it ... they're not very fond of humans?

[katzenpfote]

... Individual ones might not. Ones outside the Dynasty might not. But they are at war with the Empire, which is a human-led government, so...

[Overall not fond, not.]

[eternaldivide]

A war against elves and humans. I'd hate to be someone who is caught in-between.

[ Mithos Yggdrasil ]

How long as that war waged?