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Chatterbox: Inkwell

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RESTART Kyraa. The land where freedom reigns but not everyone is free. You posed that for a bit and then walk to the town square to check out the buildings, events and people around. The dew is still light on the grass up above town on Kyraa, the mountain from which the town gets its name. You look away from that and notice the many creatures all living in harmony and peace. Or are they? You’re still not sure. 

Welcome to the semi-steampunk/medieval town of Kyraa! This isn’t quite a roleplay, as you don’t have to fill out a charrie sheet to write, you discover your character through the story. You don’t have to reveal who you play as, it is not nessecary. When you post, please put something in the name section such as ‘The Tall Woman’ or ‘A Theif’, and post your character’s species in the ‘Age’ section, and put where they are in the location section. Thank you! One more note, everything is not as it seems...

submitted by ~~~
(January 16, 2021 - 8:51 am)

back to the Inkwell

I couldn't stop staring at the metal monster unfolding. I was skulking in a corner of the square where no one would notice me, but I could see them. Go, my mind was trying to tell my feet. Run. But I was rooted to the spot. Someone stepped forward to confront the thing. I finally scurried away, but couldn't bring myself to go far. I had to watch this. So, circling back by a different route, I clambered up onto a low rooftop overlooking the square.

submitted by A child thief, town square
(January 21, 2021 - 8:22 pm)

I heard a loud roar and craned my head to peer out the window. Someone was facing a giagantic clockwork monster. It seemed vaguely familiar...I don't know what happened to the clockwork bird I had made so long ago but this wasn't good.   

submitted by Clockmaker, age Human, Shop
(January 22, 2021 - 12:40 pm)

i hear a voice, deep and strong. A face comes into my mind. I slump to the ground, but then attempt to urge myself up to my feet. I turn and see the clockwork monster, my creation. My mind goes crazy and I run. 

 

“I’m sorry” 

submitted by A female Inventor, age Elf, Streets
(January 28, 2021 - 9:03 am)
submitted by top
(January 29, 2021 - 12:11 pm)
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