antumbrac | WEEK 3

WEEK 3

Another week, another set of bodies to add to the pile. Two lured in by The Lady's machinations, and another two done in by misfortune; six of your number are dead already. Who knows who it will be the next time? And for what reason? Nevertheless, there’s no choice but to keep pushing on in your own way; whether that means barricading yourself inside your room for the rest of your stay, leaving artwork of your fellow Survivors around the housing area, or eating all the raw meat in the vicinity… well, everyone deals with things differently.

Either way, you understand the drill by now, yes? Another portion of the city reveals itself as the fog retreats yet again, lampposts lighting the way to the new areas as usual. The full moon wanes to half this week too, so make the most of it.

[[Welcome to Week 3! Note that new areas have been added, and can be found under the Week 3 tab on our Locations page. Once again, feel free to make top levels at your discretion, and remember to note it in your header if you plan on investigating any locations. You can also privately contact The Lady or Rembrandt.]]

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[the joys of a protag in a villain game /kermit nods]

True, assumptions might not let us see clearly later, if we get too stuck in one view. That can happen sometimes when diagnosing illnesses too.

That's right. Though, you sound like you have a lot of experience with the latter, I'm assuming?

[ That whole diagnosing illnesses. ]

Your profile did seem to define you as an Apothecary.

[ So he was a little curious... ]

Yeah! Apothecaries diagnose illnesses or treat injuries, and create medicine. It's a lotta reading up and knowing what materials are useful for what things, but it's really rewarding too, ya know?

I think I can imagine as much.

[ Though... ]

Is that also why you became one?

When I was young, a travellin' apothecary came to my village and saved me and some others from this really bad illness. We weren't well off at all, bein' from such a small town an all, but when my mom tried ta pay him, he wouldn't have it. Said it was enough to know I'd get better. So I decided I was gonna become an apothecary too, and help anyone who needs it! Just 'cause someone can't pay, doesn't mean they should be left to suffer.

[ That's not exactly what Rean had expected to hear, but it was quite the story... ]

Alfyn...I'm happy to know that things turned out well for you in a situation like that. And that you decided to embrace what you're doing now.

I'm sure that whoever you've helped so far would say and think the same.

I hope so! I've been traveling around to help people like he did, and hoping maybe I'll run into him and can thank him properly.

You're profile sounds like you've been through a lot yourself.

[The question is unvoiced but there. War, combat training, regaining someone lost...? Rean must have been through quite a bit.]

I hope you meet him too—he did seem like such a nice guy.

[ He doubted he was wrong in that assessment too, based on what Alfyn had told him. ]

...It definitely hasn't been a walk in the park, yeah. Though, I'd say a lot of that helped shape who I am today.

[ Yeah it's...really a lot. A whole lot. ]

[ That's.... There must really be a lot to get that kind of response. ]

That must've been hard for you... It's made you into an admirable guy though, I gotta say.

Yeah, it was hard.

[ THERE...really had been a lot indeed, though at the compliment he looked sheepish. ]

...And that's awfully nice of you to say. But, I'm sure that I probably still have a long way to go to really be considered that.

[ Sometimes he didn't know how to accept a compliment. ]

Nonsense! Thinkin’ there’s still room to grow better doesn’t change that it’s there already. Ya can still pick an apple off a young tree, right?

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