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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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[heart_of_the_wood]

At first she'd been ready to throw whatever had been within easy reach when he'd seen fit to first reveal himself. In her defense it was deeply ingrained in her at this point, as Ascians either wanted her slain or were working hard and swiftly to make certain the new lands she'd grown to love would be engulfed in flames. Or toxins. It was enough to leave her ready to sling fiery hailstorms or scream ancient curses in long dead languages whenever the void so much as rippled at the edge of her senses.

Yet perhaps she was growing complacent with his...what was the term. "Eccentric uncle" she was certain was the phrase, either way his manner and words had brought them to some sort of fragile truce, and she was tired.

Very tired.

The Light that burned within her at the death of a fourth Lightwarden made her ache so deeply that it was like a throb within her very bones. At the first her skull had felt fit to shatter, and it was as if blades had lodged themselves betwixt her eyes, but now it settled like an old wound in her joints, creeping along her spine, each movement a challenge and each breath a struggle. All she could do was hope it passed in time.

Still, she cocked her head, gazing at him through a thick fall of hair, her ears held high as if she felt no pain at all. Often she had come to watch him like this, staring as if in silent challenge to see who would crack first. So many questions, so little time, yet today she hadn't the heart for the game. Mykha was so, so very tired.

"No sly remarks this day? I must not be working hard enough to entertain you." Her words are soft, her murmur almost musical from the thick accent and the natural cadence of her speech. Even so, she has...questions. When close companions guard their thoughts for fear of alarming her, she would see if she could twist some truth from one who claims an allegiance out of whimsy.

[angeloftruth]

Emet-Selch just shrugs at Mykha's question. He'd been wondering how long it would take for her to approach him, to ask him questions and demand answers and generally be the nuisance he knew she could be.

"Not every witty remark that comes to mind need be said," is his reply. "Sometimes it's better to keep them secret, hoard them until the right moment."

[heart_of_the_wood]

"So that you might torment me with them at your best opportunity, I'm sure." She mused, her gaze hooded as she took a moment to breathe through the discomfort. Dizziness often came with the Echo, but the fact that it felt the need to linger long after its last pulse was disconcerting. New, unusual. Alarming.

"They think I will become something akin to the Wardens. Or worse." Her eyes fell shut for the briefest of moments, taking care with her claws as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. When she looked to him again, she did not bother to mask her exhaustion, though she still held her head high, not even a tremor in her ears in spite of the pain in her limbs. "And here I thought you'd take some perverse delight in the irony of it."

[angeloftruth]

"Only if you fail to contain the light will you turn. I thought that much was obvious." Honestly, why did everyone expect him to take fiendish delight in their failures? Has he not said that he wants the Warrior to succeed here?

True, he wants her to succeed for other reasons but if they haven't figured that out yet he's not about to enlighten them.

[heart_of_the_wood]

Mykha trusted him about as far as she could throw the Source's Crystal Tower from beyond the void, though part of that is chalked up to a soul-deep distrust that she is uncertain should be undone no matter how charitable Emet-Selch can be. Still, she did bow her head in a faint nod, her eyelids heavy as she fought the way the room spun for the briefest instant.

"Mm, yes. It is...the lingering pain that worries me." Flexing her fingers, she looked to her hands, clenching them as tightly as she could, but the joints had grown stiff and there was a tremor that she attempted to disguise by smoothing her sashes. Twiddling with the decorative beaded chains and feathers that hung from her.

"In all my years I've not experienced anything like it." True her life was a mere blink compared to his, no matter how long she herself had lived. "I know the pain brought by the Echo, but this is more than that. More intense. I do not think there is aught that can be done for it, is there?"

[angeloftruth]

Such an aetheric imbalance can't be treated by tonics and salves, but the pain...

"Nothing can be done for the cause, but the symptoms could be treated with the usual whatevers your kind uses for pain," he replies. "That, or find a well of dark aether and absorb as much of it as you have light."

[heart_of_the_wood]

"Small mercies, that." She paused, then her lips quirked, and for a moment it was almost impossible to tell her smile for what it was had the chuckles not been apparent in her voice. Leaning close, she cocked her head to peer at him through her bangs, the barest hint of a smirk on her features.

"So, would you be volunteering then, my friend?" Mischief sparked in her eyes as she leaned back, huffing with amusement at her own tasteless joke. Even as the soft chuckles faded, she shook her head and let out a sigh. "Thank you. I...am not certain what I would do if this grows much worse. I will see what I can find."