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24 June 2024
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N 03:10 | Grand Induction 2 changes history +50,748 [Aryia (2×)] | |||
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03:07 (cur | prev) +50,717 Aryia talk contribs Created page with ":: ''Noble District, Courtyard of the Nivareen Estate'' Banners and tapestry of dozens of noble crests flutter in the wind, the cloudless day's heat beating down on the crowd gathered. Laughter is abound, lubricated through easy flowing wine and fancy snacks. Well dressed servants with even more lavishly adorned lords. Music intertwines with the merriment, as lords and ladies schmooze with a building exciment. The courtyard in front of a modest estate continues to fill..." | |||
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N 02:04 | One Thousand Cranes 2 changes history +17,234 [Riptide; Aftershock] | |||
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01:59 (cur | prev) +17,205 Aftershock talk contribs Created page with "The door to the room that Corey shares with Karasu is closed, but as he approaches it, he can hear the sounds of a conversation inside. Caution slows a little, and he hears Karasu talking to Wuya. "I tell you, it is a perfect plan. He will not expect a gift fully four months before the occasion." "There is a reason for that." Wuya responds saucily. "You are meant to give it on-time." Karasu makes a small amused noise. "I want it to be a surprise birthday gift Wuya. Tha..." | |||
23 June 2024
| N 21:23 | A Warning Not A Gift diffhist +11,946 Aftershock talk contribs Created page with "The park is almost suspiciously empty given the weekend date and the silence is pervasive. There's no birds. Not even insects chirp now and again, as if every living thing has gone into hiding. The lone soul sits upon a bench in the district, a bag on his lap as if he is there to feed the birds that are nowhere to be found. He is somewhat tall for a man of xian heritage, his black hair lightly touched here and there with gray and a singular short puff of white right in..." | ||||