shadowbringers

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shadowbringers

beneath the stars It's been a week since our newest expansion officially launched! And, I know, I know... some of you already have a lot of feelings that you need to air out. But canon updating in your games is a struggle! And so is finding PSL partners! Luckily, that's what we're here for. This is a post for you to play out all the Shadowbringers-related content you might be dying to write. Behind-the-scenes nonsense? Between-the-scenes angst? It's all welcome here! 1. Toplevel your character. Include any details you might think are relevant. Or don't. As always, we're not the cops. 2. Reply to other people's top levels! 3. Have fun! ⚔ Please clearly mark all spoilers in your thread subject lines. Clearly indicate whatever spoiler preferences you may have. We're only a week into the expansion, officially, and there's no shame if you're not far in it or haven't started it yet. ⚔ You are welcome to play characters who are new to Shadowbringers. However, please try to avoid topleveling with icons and descriptions that convey major plot-related spoilers. If you aren't certain about a character's playability, feel free to PM parser.

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[extrarch]

(ooc: omg - please enjoy! i'm sure it's an entirely new experience in many ways with everything we've learned.)

[Exarch the second - busy detangling himself from the plantlife - freezes at the sound of his name. It is that as much as the odd familiarity of that voice that causes his attention to shift from the brambles to the world around him, and suddenly it hits him that it's night. From the branch that has laid claim to his sleeve, he is fairly certain he is in the Lakelands on the First, but it's dark. There are stars overhead. It's --

has he slipped through time again? Though worlds?]

Who -

[He moves enough to see around the tree and loses all ability to speak for several solid moments, eyes widening as he beholds, well... himself. He tries to cover his shock - and the growing pit of dread in his stomach over how badly he messed up this time - by jerking his sleeve free at last and stumbling a step or two out of the brush.]

[rewritten_history]

(ooc: It really is! Especially going back through it all with a different character and starting in a new town!)


[In his unnaturally long life, much has surprised him, more still has shaken him to his core, but nothing quite so much as the sight of himself standing there, removing himself from the brush. Part of him wished to reach out to a stranger in need, and indeed one hand stretched between them in concern, but halted prematurely and hung there in mid air, uncertain.]

[What was he to make of this? With the First saved and the Source spared the Eighth Umbral Calamity, he himself should not exist, and yet here he stands. Now there... appears to be a second of him. From when? From where? Concern rising within him, he draws his hand back to his side, looking his mirror image over once more. His eyes told him a story his mind struggled to believe, though he knew, somewhere on the Source at that very moment between worlds, his younger self still slept in the Tower, alive and well.]

Are you... ? [There is no hostility to his tone - rarely had there ever been - but there is a note of the wary, as he well should be. But he hasn't forgotten who he is, still warden of this land, protector of the people within, including this stranger, should he be friend.] Are you okay?