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Who: Mozenrath, Requested NPCs
What: Visiting a temple consecrated to Shada, in the hopes of retrieving some answers and inquiring after possible work.
Where: Brock Marsh
When: Sukkardi, around dusk -- since Shada's time is night time.
Notes: This is a repost from the LJ comm -- tags shall be reposted and resumed!


Mozenrath hadn't even the slightest reason to believe this was going to work. )
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Who: EVERYONE.
What: Catenrat party.
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Givdi the 22nd of Toidaren
Notes: The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread. When your characters are ready to leave, they'll be given a little wooden cheese, a glass fish, and a voucher for a big basket of snacks.
Warnings: None yet. Please put warnings up on individual threads.




The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap. Above the doorway and wound through a few of the sets of antlers some enterprising soul has placed a garland decorated with little blue and green fish.
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Who: Mozenrath, Requested NPCs
What: Visiting a temple consecrated to Shada, in the hopes of retrieving some answers and inquiring after possible work.
Where: Brock Marsh
When: Sukkardi, around dusk -- since Shada's time is night time.
Notes: I like pie. :|


Mozenrath hadn't even the slightest reason to believe this was going to work. )
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Who: Ki and Mozenrath
What: Talking about who's who and what's what among the (un)dead.
Where: Bloody Sunday
When: Dusk on Veerdi
Notes: Dead people are cool.


Living on a nocturnal cycle is one of the hazards of working almost wholly with cruorvores, but Njoki has adapted to strange patterns of sleeping and has no qualms about ordering breakfast at sundown and skimming over the local paper while waiting for Mozenrath to appear. Perhaps it was a little cruel to invite him to Bloody Sunday instead of finding somewhere outside of Mafaton, but she's never been known for subtlety.

At this hour, the malt shop is quiet except for the lone cook and Vingar Tom, the shop cat. Outside in the streets, Mafaton is equally still as what remains of her population sleeps and slowly rises as the sun sets.

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