#emotiondriven

AS THE FESTIVAL winds to its final conclusion, you’re bestowed with several gifts from the grateful occupants of Spring Rise, ranging from currency of your own world to foods and trinkets, toys, kites, lavish clothing and even brand new weapons to some few.

“Thank you for saving the festival, and enjoying our company,” the apparant leader of the village thanks you personally, shaking your hand as you’re lavished with gift after gift from the locals. “If you choose to leave now, simply follow the Blissful Trail out and you’ll find your way home.”

You oblige, thanking the village for their hospitality and invitation to the festival. Carrying your gifts, you make your way out with your new friends down the path decorated with fallen cherry blossom petals. One last viewing of the beautiful pink trees, and when you reach the end, you turn to get one last look at the strange yet comforting village.

A small creature had followed you out, smiling cheerfully—almost bidding you farewell. When you blink, it’s gone but the feeling of being watched doesn’t leave. Still, you’re not creeped out. Instead, you’re… comforted. You turned to continue leaving, and when you do, you’re suddenly standing in front of—your home. Whether it’s with the people you were with before the festival, or your physical hometown—the mysterious village of Spring Rise is out of sight, you can’t even feel its presence anymore.

But you know, it will return when it’s time for the next festival…

Until then… you’re satisfied.

— Fin.

Hello all, Swann here! Thank you all for joining this rpc event! I had so much fun and I hope you all did too!

I’d like to give a HUGE thank you to my helpers: @gildedsunlight / @astrumballade , & @therionclaw / @duelingoddesses ! I couldn’t have done it without you guys, thank you so much! 💕

I’d like to make some shoutouts to all our participants, any of you that made any starter calls, starters, graphics, interactions, ANYTHING, thank you so much!

@rathalascendant , @madeimpact , @talesofourworlds , @tragedyworlds , @emotiondriven , @kindhand , @acthcr , @primefavonius , @forgottenluck , @ervaurem , @fangedmuses

We hope to have you again in the next event, whenever it may be! Stay tuned in the next few days, we’ll be handing out thank you gifts to all who’ve attended as well as the announcement of the winner for the fashion show later tonight!

Once again, from the bottom of our hearts, thank you SO much! Keep being cool, and feel free to keep on writing for the event!

Travel did always wear him out.

Ion knew he could have had a much worse time of it after getting separated from his companions. Fortune had smiled upon him, though, and he had found Eleanor. The time they had spent together had been memorable to say the very least. Ion had come across plenty of people in his time as Fon Master, but Eleanor in particular stood out as a kind soul. Perhaps a bit quick to apologize profusely for mistaking him for a simple tourist, which Ion was equally quick to forgive, but on the whole? Not a bad person. He liked to believe he could see the best in others. Besides... she’d helped him out. At the end of the day, that was what really counted.

Still, he was sat in the inn and resting up from the traveling he’d done. Sooner or later he’d need to actually meet with Artorius and discuss what everyone in Daath had wanted him to run by the Abbey, but he felt secure enough in taking the time to rest. Surely they would understand the delay, he told himself. Things had been a bit hectic on the road. Anyone would need a small break, he reassured himself. A day at the most. Then he’d get on with what he needed to do.

As Ion sat, reading through a book the innkeeper had allowed him to borrow, his mind drifted back to Eleanor. There was a good chance he’d be seeing her again. Honestly, he hoped it would be sooner rather than later. Given her position, though, Ion knew there was also a chance she’d be pretty busy. It was best not to get his hopes up.

The sound of a knock at the door jolted him from his thoughts. Despite himself, Ion smiled. Visitors usually weren’t a bad thing in his book.

Michael Hammond made his group “Out of Tradition, Into Truth” private because I said some hurty words about his uneducated take on “words matter” and his AI generated books and posts, as he cannot handle criticism. How now brown cow? If you have become too “spiritual” to come down to the level of the ordinary man in the street to explain a truine God to him in simple terms and meet him where…

“Lady Exorcist, might I trouble you for a moment?” For about the 6th time today, Ludger attempt to wave over a patrolling Exorcist; the others he’d tried earlier had ‘more important matters’. “You currently have Malakhim tethered to you, right? Could you... describe to me what your pact feels like?” Ludger found interested in the topic thanks to his relationship with the Malak Elle. He’d bother her pact-holder Victor, but he was all too happy to ignore him or slam a door in his face.