[epilogue]

username:
kalon name:
prompt:
optional extra:(1 art OR 200 words)

res with a stolen puppy

[spirittai1]

username: spirittai1
kalon name:
prompt:
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quick ress

[kolyakun]

Mark!

[stress]

username: stress
kalon name:
prompt:
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res

[Loelya]

username: Loelya
kalon name: Archelaus
(he’s called Archie by a friend to his great annoyance)
prompt:
Archelaus, in a sense, is a pickpocket.

He himself would dismiss that notion with the scorn it deserves. He’s actually a librarian, he would say. He keeps a large archive of old books, letters, missives — and allows no one to view the ones he keeps under lock and key.

If asked about them, he’ll redirect you to the shelves he has full of popular books of legend, humorous notes donated by those who received them, and fascinating cartography references, made before the region had been fully explored. Surely, he’ll reason, you’ll find something more worth your time there.

For decades, the land has had peace and prosperity. This is — unbeknownst to many — largely a result of many important messages going... missing.

Disparaging letters amongst rival nobles. Orders to soldiers’ barracks to recruit, and train, and build their ranks. Declarations of war from once province to another. Kill contracts.

You won’t find anything interesting in the locked archive, or so Archelaus tells you.
He’d never allow you to see them, regardless.

He has something he shouldn’t.

[veridian]

Mark!!

[redhorizon]

Res!! Fun prompt omg

[LokisTrick]

username: LosiTrick
kalon name: Ezekiel (Zeke to his Friends)
prompt: A back-alley healer her practices his magic illegally.
optional extra:(1 art OR 200 words)

wip!

[Corey Taylor]

username:Corey Taylor
kalon name: Taka (Male)
prompt: The box is sitting there, old and ragged looking. No one dares touching it, except, of course, Taka. He grabs it and takes it home and couldn't believe what was in it. Now it sits in his room, acing a dark corner which was hard to see. People ask, but he just goes silent and moves on from it. He wants to tell, but he knows the contents in the box will forever cause him harm and taunting. He couldn't deal with that. He blares music a lot so he doesn't spend too much time thinking about it. Oh, how he wants to report it to the police. He wish he could. He's in the infinite punishment. The worst punishment he could ever think of. He regrets picking up that box. He wish he could tell someone.
optional extra:don't have time ): !

[✦ nemuri]

username: ✦ nemuri
kalon name: morrighan ainsworth


for the fourth time that week, the woman walked into the antique shop, making a beeline in moreighan's direction. he could only roll his eyes and grit his teeth as the woman approached, walking with a swagger that he hadn’t missed. her boots clicked loudly, and morrighan fought down the urge to chase the woman out with the nearest broom.

at long last, she situated herself directly in front of him. morrighan gazed up at her, unamused, as the woman smiled down at him.

"have you considered my offer, mr. ainsworth?"

"no," he shot back, making a shooing motion with his hand, "now get out of my shop. how many times do i have to tell you that i don't intend on accompanying you on this... ridiculous adventure of yours? i enjoy having a job and a stable life, unlike some."

the woman clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and leaned on the countertop, letting her face rest on the palms of her hands. her straight, brown hair rippled with every movement she took, and as she stared intently into morrighan's eyes, he resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"mr. ainsworth," she began, taking care to drawl out the syllables in his name, "haven't i told you what would happen if you refused to hear me out? it might sound like i'm asking you to make a decision, but in reality, there's no decision to be made. this is not a choice. i am not giving you a choice."

"i have no idea what you're talking about, miss cyrene," morrighan finally snapped, slamming his hands on the countertop. almost instantly after, he regretted his moment of impulse, but thankfully, there was no one else in the shop aside from himself and the woman. he let out a harsh exhale through his nose and pointed towards the door. "leave. now. i've made myself clear now. did you think that you can come into my shop and start making threats? if you refuse to remove yourself from these premises, i will call the police on you, mark my words."

to his annoyance, cyrene merely laughed at his proclamation. she doubled over the countertop, wheezing as she smacked the top of the smooth marble. "that's funny to hear! i never took you to be the funny type, mr. ainsworth! well, in that case, i suppose i should share everything on my part." after calming down, she leaned in conspiratorially to whisper in morrighan's ear.

"you see, i know about your illegal goods, and what you do with them. i know about the other side of your little antiques business."

morrighan's breath caught in his throat, and his pulse quickened. a surge of unease threatened to break over him, and he was certain that it showed.

how had cyrene found out about his possession of illegal wares in the first place? had one of his former clients ended up ratting him out?

no, that shouldn't have been the case. morrighan took special measures to ensure that his clients never spoke of each of their fateful meetings to anyone else. he didn't have much to his name, but he found sufficient power within the thin, leather-bound notebook that he kept by his person at all times.

the notebook, also an illegal artifact, was a book of contracts. promises sealed in blood and tight-lipped mouths found their place within the pristine pages, and with each person that had bought something illegal from him, morrighan forced them to promise to never speak of these events to anyone.

cyrene, seeing the confusion that had inevitably made its way to morrighan's face, only chuckled. "i have my ways. seeing your reaction, i don't think i need to prove how i came about this knowledge. here, let's make an exchange. come with me, and your secret is safe with me. otherwise, you'll be locked up behind the bars in a fortnight. how about it?"

she extended a hand for him to shake. morrighan glared spitefully at cyrene, but took the hand all the same.

"i'll come, but only for the sake of my business. i still hate you, and i don't trust you in the slightest."


[ 700 / 500 words + 1 extra ]