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[bythelight]

Who: Anduin Llane Wrynn & friends both new and old
What: TDM overflow, Event Shenanigans and some other general starters. Come find me on the plotting post if you want to plan something!
When: September
Where: Various!

Content Warnings: Grief, blood ritual, dead parent thoughts, heavy regrets.



ARIADNE (EVENT) | CATRA (EVENT) | FAOLAN (TDM) | FLYNN FAIRWIND (TDM) | MICHAEL (EVENT) |

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[bythelight]

[ There's something odd about that reply Anduin cannot put his finger on. The emphasis, maybe? Perhaps this person can charm other animals? Or perhaps --

The curse draws Anduin's attention away from the man himself to the water, and several things slowly resolve for him.

One, this boat is still moving. Someone is drawing them somewhere.

Two, it's unusually silent. Unnaturally silent. Anduin glances back at the stone arch the boat went under, then back out around them rapidly.

Three, he can smell death.

It's something he wishes he didn't recognise, but he does. Unease washes over him, and Anduin shifts -- trying not to rock the boat too much. There are more figures distantly, he realises, more bodies. He moves to the side and plunges his hands into the water, grabbing for the figure in the murky water. ]

Help me --

[ The body feels cold from the water, limp, but there might be a chance. He has to try, has to try. ]

[eudaimonikos]

[Michael's seen enough to conclude that the people in the water are likely already dead, but he automatically moves to help nonetheless. The river's cold as he plunges his arms in, reaching for a form that looks easily within reach - but somehow, his fingers close around nothing anyhow.]

What... [He waves a hand through the water once or twice more, before sitting back.] Ah. They're probably fake.