¥ Harrowing 23, 1641 ¥ ₊˚🂡  Uh.. is that a Walljack Tradition, Too? 🂡₊˚   Rumors spread of a wedding gone sour, deep in the bogs of the realm.  Vows were exchanged, games were played, drinks a-plenty—but treachery festered and snapped its ugly jaws.  The night that began in joy and party ended in death and flame—with even the Stewardess’ life on the line.  …and for the more Dubious of the Spire-folk, another major development would make the rounds: an old, hefty bounty had finally been struck from the books.    …the Ace was gone. 

༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻For many hours into the evening, Eivor was seen knelt before the Spirit's shrine, placing offerings in the flames.He remained there for the entirety of the night.By the time the offerings were nothing but ash, the Spirit's Blessed was gone; well on his way to the North East - vanishing into the fog.༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻

SIGN UP FORM:IGN: kassicusCHARACTER NAME: EivorNAME SIGNED UP WITH: The Warden

₊˚ 🂡 ━━━━⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆━━━━ 🂡 ₊˚Rumors whisk along the surface of Falltide leaves, and on whispers of the wind...⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆A duel between one Bracchus Moontusk and Enzo, the Ace.It was brutal and bloody; and with Enzo certain to lose... their fate was sealed.But things took a turn. From here, the story gets muddied. "Van Pelt broke it up.""No, no—that thing was not Van Pelt. It was something else entirely.""No—Bracchus won the duel. Enzo had failed, and fled before he could be forced to abide the agreed terms.""No. No, that's not it... Bracchus spared him. And Enzo attacked after his defeat."But amongst the whispers, there were a few certainties:Enzo and Eryx... had vanished during the mayhem. Perhaps to lick their wounds, and hide from Bracchus and the duel's agreement.Or perhaps they had crawled away and died, left to rot among the dirt and maggots. A Walljack's fate. Bracchus had won.And now the two were at odds; the morality divided, driving a dagger through the unlikely brother's hearts...And the future of the gang ... remained to be seen.₊˚ 🂡 ━━━━⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆━━━━ 🂡 ₊˚

₊˚ 🂡 ━━━━⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆━━━━ 🂡 ₊˚Rumors whisk along the surface of Falltide leaves, and on whispers of the wind...₊˚ 🂡 ━━━━⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆━━━━ 🂡 ₊˚A duel between one Bracchus Moontusk and Enzo, the Ace.It was brutal and bloody; and with Enzo certain to lose... their fate was sealed.But things took a turn. From here, the story gets muddied. "Van Pelt broke it up."No, no—that thing was not Van Pelt. It was something else entirely.""No—Bracchus won the duel. Enzo had failed, and fled before he could be forced to abide the agreed terms.""No. No, that's not it... Bracchus spared him. And Enzo attacked after his defeat."But amongst the whispers, there were a few certainties:Enzo and Eryx... had vanished during the mayhem. Perhaps to lick their wounds, and hide from Bracchus and the duel's agreement.Or perhaps they had crawled away and died, left to rot among the dirt and maggots. A Walljack's fate. Regardless of the outcome...Bracchus and Enzo were at odds; the morality of the two driving a dagger through the unlikely brother's hearts...And the future of the gang ... remained to be seen.₊˚ 🂡 ━━━━⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆━━━━ 🂡 ₊˚