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Five men and women marched mutely over the cracked cobblestone streets that carved through buildings abandoned by all but time. None lead the march, all knew the way. They’d all been here before, they all swore it, yet walked aimless, allowing vague memories to return with each passing step.

First was a handsome man. He nervously spun a dagger in his fingers, a practiced motion. He looked at the others, though his gaze fell elsewhere when they tried to meet his eyes.

The second was a scrawny, ragged man with unpolished charm. He was Varisian, with tan skin and brown locks. He kept looking over his shoulders, avoiding eye contact, monitoring those that walked with him.

A strong woman walked rather triumphantly. She had dark skin, black hair, and gripped a Lucerne Hammer. The weapon seems well used, blade somewhat bent, hammer worn and dented. She wielded it with an unsettling comfort.

The second woman had pale skin and short, blonde hair. She seemed almost starved, yet maintained a frail beauty. Her left eye had a black tattoo over it, and she knew the others were staring at it.

Lastly, a brunette woman. The only among them who wasn't human. The Changeling had striking eyes, green and blue. She wrapped both arms around a starknife, as if it was all that held her together.

The two men attempted to speak, breaking the group’s silence. Despite their best efforts, Rivas and Ember couldn’t communicate. They’d forget what they were saying a word into their speech, and would trail off before attempting once more to say something they couldn’t remember. The three women were quiet, either mystified by this strange place, or seeing no value in a conversation they could not maintain.

The five of them walked together, and though paused at the same moment. Their hearts beat, quick and thunderous, tugged at by forces unknown. Their blood pounded, their hands trembled with each raging beat. Their minds ached with each deafening throb.

But the throbs were not just within their minds, as louder and louder, footsteps echoed the forgotten city. A fear, a choking fear, crawled up their throats, palpable and thick as the sickly yellow fog that curled into the alley.

The cloud tumbled through the street, swelling towards them, quickened as it was funneled by the towering, gray brick buildings. The footsteps grew louder, keeping pace with the careening, hungry wave.

'There are just more rules I suppose.' The carriage begins to roll once more, gently wobbling through the laid bricks, passing through the city gate. 'Don’t get me wrong, there is no shortage of savagery, it is just different. Conflict is fought with words here, no swords or sorcery.' Reyes remains silent. 'It’ll come off as a bit of a shock, how you’ll be living I mean. But its just like I said, everything is just grander in Roland, there is no other way to put it.' Light flickers through the veil of the carriage, dancing across Augustine. 'Just take a look out the window, you’ll know what I mean when you see it' Reyes opens the veil, and take a peek out. His eyes go wide, and a smile cracks. Before Reyes was silent, but now he is speechless.”

'I,' he starts, whimsically tapping his chest with one of his fingers, 'collect other people’s secrets...' Ariel lets out the laugh he has been holding, '...and then,' another laugh, 'I blackmail them.' The laughter is cut, but the smile remains wide. Lambert doesn’t find it as funny, letting out a small curse. Ariel extends his hand, gesturing to the cigarette, and Lambert passes it to him, taking out a second one for himself. 'So Lamby, I think we both know where this is going next.' Ariel breathes in the cigarette, letting the smoke trickle out of his mouth as he returns to laughter.”

• A good background, hopefully grounded in the lore with stances on issues (Magic regulation, trades with Galatine, family history, supporting lower classes, war, et cetera).
  
• 15 point buy. Player’s power is more about wealth, contacts, and manipulation than their abilities.
  
• Human race strongly encouraged. Half-elf, dwarf, or halfling allowed without DM consultation. Other core races or exotic races must have good background or reason and must be run with the DM. All players are Durendale, unless negotiated otherwise.
  
• Any Alignment. I don’t really like the alignment system, and won’t enforce it, preferring your character act by what motivates them rather than a two-axis graph.
  
• Almost any class, including Psionics, so long as it is justifiable. Arcane spellcaster should (by law) be registered with the Arcane Society. Necromancy, contact with Outsiders (Witch patrons are a temporary exception to the law), and compulsion spells on unwilling targets are illegal. Psionics is a strange case, in that they are not really known to the world, but events may change that in the future.
  
• A single item, worth less than 15,000GP at GM’s approval. This should be an heirloom, or reflected in the character’s backstory.
  
• Level 3 start.

• I am a DM of around 2-3 years now, having experience with managing parties anywhere from three to six people, however exclusively with in-person meetups.
  
• This is my first voyage into Play-by-Post, and while I am excited, I am also a bit nervous as I am not 100% sure what to expect.
  
• I want to try to make the promise to check daily, and update at least once per day at a minimum. I would like the players to have this much dedication to the game as well. I’ll give leeway to special days, weekends (though I would still like to update then), and time if prior notice is given.
  
• Eastern Standard Timezone (NY Represent!)

• “The campaign is separated into two distinct sections, Sessions and Inter-sessions. Sessions play like a regular campaign, often a party, social gathering, mission or event that the team takes part in. During this time, players are encouraged to work together to achieve a goal and meet potential allies. Intersessions use homebrew downtime rules, designed to allow players to quickly amass wealth, power and allies and reflect the player’s time not spent with the party. During intersession, players act independently, often pursuing goals of their own choosing and serving their own interest. Players can make arrangements and alliances with each other or can remain secretive of their own actions. The DM will not formally reveal actions any one player, though other players may spend their time researching their colleagues for their own purposes.”

• Country Map
  
• City of Roland