Cusp of a New Era: Stories of a Changing Time(RP Topic)

Loiusa hastily lets go of her sword, throwing her hands up.

“Please don’t shoot,” she squeaks out, her Nikidian accent obvious.

The boy lowers his gun slightly. “Y-you’re a soldier?” He asked, glancing back at his mother for a split second, before whipping back around to face Louisa.

“If I leave you, then that’s as good as stranding myself here. Besides, I told you, I’m here for the revolution.” Kasie retorted.

“No, no, just passing through.” She waves her head emphatically, keeping her hands where they are.

Sarah shrugged. 'Whatever. Just keep yer mouth shut, okay?" She asks.


The boy takes a step back, gun lowering slightly more.

Louisa might see the mother in the background, blood starting to pool where she sat.

Ryko chuckled at that.
Kasie opened her mouth, her face turning red, before closing it and folding her arms.
Lillan continued to follow the small group, watching and observing diligently.

Moenir nods. Inside the building was a large welcoming area with a several people at desks, writing notes and other similar things. Apparently the home of this Big Name was also the Bank for this port city.

Moenir headed up some stairs that were immediately to their right. It led to an upper level, where scheduling the Big Name would happen. The overall atmosphere of this Bank was that of one constantly in use, whatever decorations that were there seemed somewhat faded and worn. The same could be said about the seating and the floors. The green walls also were of a darker and more suffocating color.


Aina was working on her merchandise, when Blud awoke. He looks at Aina before laying back down and pretending to be asleep.

“Eez… eez your mother okay?” she asks, almost dreading the answer she would receive.

Sarah followed. “Any idea how long it’ll take?” She asks.


The boy looked back at her. “Sh-she was hit by a stray bullet. I think it hit her side, but…I don’t know what to do to help.” He said, starting to well up with tears.

Moenir shrugs,
“No idea, I’ve never had to do this before.”

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“Well, uh… I’m sure there’s got to be some sort of doctor nearby…” she looks around nervously, terrified of what she might find should she dare to step out through the door once more. “A bit down the street, right?”

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“So prolly way too long, got it.” Sarah responds.


Another bullet comes through the window, shattering. The kid ducks. “B-but I can’t go out there! I can’t carry her, and-and I can’t leave her here alone.”


Hans grapples with a soldier in hand to hand, bayonet versus his blades, as they approach a wall.


Jacques watches the fight and shoots once into the fray, before ducking behind a wall, to be met by a message courier. He takes the message and reads it, turning pale.



In the bustling city of towering buildings known as Reamworth, a tall, pale lady mounts a horse in front of the palace, atop the central hill of the city, surrounded by a personal guard escort made up of Officers, each given their own mount as well for the ride. With this, they set off westwards, to assess the new additions to the nation, and to make sure that that is where they will stay.



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Louisa flinches from the stray bullet, the child’s presence being the only thing keeping the slew of profanities from falling out of her mouth. She was out of places to run to.

“Do you have a back room? Zomewhere weethout bulleets comeeng through thee walls?”

He nods, then starts leading her there, having his mother lean on his shoulder as they walked.

Moenir shrugs,
“Depends on the Big Name, I remember our Big Name being a quick actor though.”

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“Good.” She sighs in relief.

Louisa follows, casting a nervous glance over her shoulder every other second.

Moenir heads to the desk,
" I pray that this works."

After he leads her to the back storeroom, he lets her sit down in one of the corners, he looks at Louisa. “N-now what?”(@jayzor17)


Sarah takes a deep breath. “You’n’me both.” She mutters.

Moenir goes to the attendant and starts speaking in gathenian, a lengthy and confusing dialogue ensues, before the attendant gives Moenir a slip. He walks back to Sarah,
“We have a meeting scheduled for the soonest possible time, tomorrow afternoon, two hours before sunfall.”