[CamRI] As the smoke clears...

[James A Ruggiero]

The early morning sky is red as if someone spread rouge across it with a
sponge. The smoke dissipates to softer clouds. The acrid smell of
Nervosa and Kith corpses alike is washed away. A faint scent of apples
comes in on the sea breeze. 

 

A faint drip is heard, a droplet forms at the end of an icicle.  Like a
tear it falls in a splash on the screen, sending a kaleidoscope of
colors across the display. A park of glamour and the interociter
crackles to life. 

 

ZZZZZZZTTTtTT..

 

"Hello, is anyone out there?"

 

ZZZZZZtttTTTTTT..

 

"This is Zebediah Waterluck ap Dougal. is anyone out there?"

 

ZZZZZZZZZZZZttttt

 

"I am Admiral of the Queen's Navy, or I should say the King's Navy, can
anyone here me?"

 

ZZZZZZZZTTtttttttt

 

". war is over. enemy is gone. king is dead. hello Hope's Crossing?"

 

ZZZZZZZZZZZzzzz

 

"Anyone? Old Hope? Kingsley? Shieldhand? Is anyone alive out there..."

 

"Admiral, I see Treehold. it's still standing."

 

Zzzzzzzzzzzzttttttt

 

It is the calm after the storm. The banal world once referred to world
as Rogue's Island, now more than ever this name holds true. As the ice
cracks and shudders the wars scars are apparent on the land as well as
the people. The Barony of Old Hope has sunk under the floods. Hope's
Crossing standing on higher land looms as a bastion over the islets that
are now home to Kith and Kinain of Rhode Island.

 

It is a time of rebuilding, reconstruction, of rebirth. Who still
dreams?

 

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OOC:

The previous is IC for RI changeling players and visitors. Please,
forward to who ever you think would like to know and respond if you want
your PC to survive the aftermath.

 

Enjoy!

 

James A Ruggiero

DST RI 001

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