001 -Voice Post-

[des_amaranth]

(There's a bit of muttering, incomprehensible, and then a voice speaks. Deep and echoing too much to be a result of accoustics in one of the houses.)

Well. This is quite an interesting place. I've gathered so far that it's a walled city, and apparently no one here is meant to leave.

I don't suppose anyone else who may be out there has any interesting

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[sworn_swords]

That would depend what you consider useful.

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[des_amaranth]

Well, for instance, who is keeping us here, why we are being kept, where here is...

(The tone changes, tinged with more amusement now than before.)
Or, failing that, whatever kernels of wisdom you normally pass on to newcomers.

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[sworn_swords]

Barking up the wrong tree. Everyone's got the same questions. No one's got the answers.

Well, except for one, I guess. You're in some lovely place called Nuadoria, which is some random ass city in another world. Or a prison. Whichever sounds prettier to you. Pardon the mess, it recently got a new interior designer and is in the process of being...ah... redecorated.

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[des_amaranth]

Ah. How...disappointing.

So this "redecoration" is the only reason for my being put up in a church, of all places? I suppose that's a small comfort.

[auld_serpent]

Not really. This place gives me a massive headache.

[des_amaranth]

Mm, pity.