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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[lyinglight]

For a strong moment, every inch of Sigr wanted to back away from this shorter man who approached him. Anyone who could come up to him with such exuberance, knowing his name, smiling like that either meant trouble or they were trying to sell him something. However, a black ear swiveled forward at the unknown's quiet words for, yes, he had far more questions than could even fit in his mind right now and did he say within the Crystal Tower? And yet, despite his apprehension, Sigr couldn't help but think the voice seemed like one he had heard before...

Consider him intrigued (and saved from the beautiful Captain of the Guard that looked ready to slice him open with one of her blades) enough to be able to follow, even more intrigued by the stunning city around the base of the Tower. Yet, how could this be? The Tower had nothing but ruins at the base of it, some inhabited by Gigas and serpents, a few by people trying to study the Tower they had worked so hard to clear out. Yet-

Sigr's head turned away from the city structures, ears forward, at that. Answering my summons... no wonder the voice sounded familiar! This, this right here, was the voice that had been in his mind!

"So it was you," Sigr rumbled quietly, the low tone and accent more pronounced in his near-whisper. "Why? What have you done to my friends?" The Scions, who had all been affected, their bodies laying in a comatose state in such a frightening way.

Throw wide the trainwreck

[exarchal]

The Exarch rather anticipated a strong reaction like that, truth be told, but it was important that he keep the conversation away from prying eyes and ears. One never knew when they were being watched and he was particularly concerned with the presence of the Ascians who might seek to undo his work. So he led Sigr away until they were out of earshot, until the only thing on the path was them and some birds confusedly tweeting an early morning song.

His smile vanished as he was questioned, but that was only polite. Of course he was asking after his friends-- Sigr had dived in to save them, no doubt. There was something comforting about that simply because Sigr had not changed. The Exarch's voice turned low, honest and yet with a quiet intensity.

"Your friends are safe. They are here in the First, though not at the Crystarium presently. 'Twas never my intention to summon them and not you, though I... quite understand if you do not take me at my word." His grip tightened on his staff. Even with his right hand made of the same stuff as the Crystal Tower, he was still mostly human, and still nervous; a trained eye like Sigr might notice the telltale signs of his anxiety, twitching fingers around the staff, the shifting of his weight. "The nature of such dire magic is that it is not exact. And so, while I fumbled for your aetherial signature across the rift, my hand closed around those closest to you... Apologies are not enough for the grief I have caused, I know this."

He paused, wet his bottom lip, and continued. "If you would like a while to gain your bearings, you may take it. Or we could proceed to the Tower apace, if you would prefer."

LOL

[lyinglight]

Behind him, in his intensity uncertainty of the situation, Sigr's tail tip was twitching, back and forth, again and again, in staccato rhythm. No, this unknown figure that had done something equally unknown to all of his friends, so trust was something lacking at the moment. As it was, he had no idea where he was, if this man was even telling him the truth about his friends. Even his curled ears were laying back, and the fact that this man seemed equally agitated helped nothing.

"I would prefer, by this point, as much information as I could get and proof that the others are in fact alive and unharmed." Most knew Sigr as a jolly giant of sorts. A flirt, a tease, quick with a joke or finding joy in every situation. However, he was also deeply protective of those he cared about.

In the end, it was how he ended up in the situation that got him labeled as the Warrior of Light, that protective streak. ...How he ended up right here and now.

His head tilted, looking back to unusual landscape and brilliant sky, and finally decided to voice his first question. "As we walk to the Tower," he guessed, for at this point where else could he possibly go, "maybe you could explain where I am?"

Or what had tried to attack him. Had killed and eaten the old merchant he had spoken with.