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The physical manifestation of disappointment pours over Trissayne like a buck of cold water. Whatever this Fate Thread thing was, it had nothing to do with the Sensation that plagued her whenever she logged in. It refused to be ignored and it made her physically uncomfortable when she tried...

"Mmm what can I say," she replies with a cheeky grin and a slight shrug. "Anne Rice had a lasting effect on me in my youth and I be living in New Awlins. Everybody chere got a little darkness in em and don't be letting dem tell ya any different." She caught off guard when he reaches for her...

...Perhaps she should stop listening to the Sensation. Sure, the people she had met so far when tugged into a specific direction had been pleasant, to a degree. Still, there were only so many wins Triss could accumulate before karma demanded that she experience a loss. Was this that loss? From...

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides. She feels the snark dancing on her tongue, those venomous words prepared to prattle out in what would be, no doubt, another long tired, but Triss also feels the air...shift. A whisper, something that she can't make out, not clearly, but it still grabs...

Silence, heavy and uncomfortable, stretches between them. Trissayne, for all that her gut continues to tell her, refuses to take her eyes off of Lucia, off the smile that curls across the Duchess's lips. She was not a violent person by any means, but in that instant, she had a clear picture of...

There wasn't a single day that Triss logged into the game and didn't find someone or something interesting. Tonight, that someone was certainly the young man sitting next to her. She listens to his story with rapt attention, her eyebrows arching when he mentions this Fate Thread thing...

She doesn't interrupt Lucia as the Duchess speaks. She allows her to say everything she needs to and Trissayne takes it all in, keeping her gaze level on this woman sitting across from her. She doesn't move, her breathing remains even, and the lines on her face stay relaxed. She listens, she...

Trissayne was not a woman of the forest. The swamp, perhaps, but these tall trees with their thick canopies and the grass that had grown just over her ankles? She didn't know about that, didn't understand it, and hated that the Sensation had tugged her in this direction. She hadn't figured out...

"Dat ain't be normal?" she asks at the mention of his masteries resetting. "If ya be gone for a long while, tings go back ta how dey used ta be?" And maybe if there were a finite amount of points to be gathered, her question would have made sense. It would've been apt to ask. But considering...

Four years. There's a vague memory of four years ago, of getting home from a long day of work, feet tired, brain fried, and flopping on the couch. The TV hums as it turns on and the news fires up in a spray of color across the screen: KILLER VRMMO DEFEATED. At the time, it was largely just...

Triss immediately tsks in disappointment. Her hands rest upon her hips as she turns fully to the taller man, her head tilting back to keep her emerald gaze pinned to his face. "You just going ta be takin da alcohol witout any help from da man who brew it? And he offered noting? At all?!" She...

Her glass was empty. The tavern-keep had asked her if she wanted a refill, but he had been ignored. This was probably the root of what was bothering him considering how rude his only patron was being. But Trissayne was deep in thought, her index finger tracing the rim of her glass, her brows...

It felt like the wrong answer and Triss can't help but shift slightly in her chair. She hadn't seen anything happening in the city, but, admittedly, she also hadn't stayed that long. She hadn't looked around and investigated anything. She had completed two quests and then found that tugging...

Of all the things this world had to offer, all the experiences yet to be discovered, smoking was the first one this individual wanted to engage in. Triss can't help but narrow her eyes at him, though she is quick to turn her head away, to look out into the throng of people before them instead of...

She...doesn't like that. Maybe it's because she recognizes that look, that assessing stare which understands the make and potential of a person with the barest amount of information. Even as she straightens her spine and locks her hands behind her back, she has to wonder what Lucia sees. What...

There was so much to see. Trissayne had thought, originally, that staying in the same area and completing every single quest there was the way to go. Sure, some of them didn't give dick-all for experience, but they were cute in their own way. The quest to catch a little girl's cat had been a...

Flanked by an armored skeleton on each side of her, Triss couldn't help but realize that perhaps she should've stayed closer to the town. There had been whispers—she was sure of it! Or, well, okay; maybe she didn't actually hear whispers. But there was a sensation of...tugging...and that...

"...Evening," she parrots with an inquisitive tilt to her head and a shy glance over her shoulder. Perhaps he was right. She wasn't at all sure if the sun was coming or going, but the sky didn't have that pre-setting violet streak to it that she loved so much. Still, the corner of her mouth...

The sterile white room falls away in a shower of stars and rushing blue skies. Clouds jettison past her and it takes all her willpower not to give when she feels her stomach drop, when the motion is too fast and chaotic for her eyes to track properly. When she feels as if she'll vomit (which she...

Storage A brown bandanna that is worn around the face, covering the nose and mouth specifically. Normally, bandits in the area wear these masks to obscure their identity from local law enforcement. A sleek green and gold bottle filled with high-quality ale from a local brewery in Pormont. The...