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[Those who have met Walter before will recognise the face they see—a pale boy with obsidian-black hair. Said hair is drenched, weighed down and sticking to his face. He's out in the storm, tucked into a makeshift shelter that appears to be constructed with fallen branches. They shake considerably in the wind, and the wind itself is howling, significantly interfering with the quality of the sound.]

Right the-. [Right then.]

As you can see-- [And hear.] -- the wea--er's right foul --- here. If you're not already out, y-- probably shou--n't come out.

[The weather's right foul out here. If you're not already out, you probably shouldn't come out.

His frown turning into a scowl, the boy tucks back deeper into the shelter, cupping his hand near the phone's microphone. With his hand blocking the wind, there's less interruption, but the background noise of heavy pattering starts to come through as well. The branches and their leaves are visibly shivering under the assault, and seem to jerk with each gust of wind.]


There's hail ranging from mint imperial size right up to the size of golf balls in addition to the rain, so watch yourself if you do come out.

[One untimely hit with a golf ball sized bit in just the right spot is liable to knock a bloke out, he figures. He looks up, glancing off camera to his side as a few branches move on camera. There's the hint of someone moving in the periphery of the feed, apparently doing what they can to shore up their little shelter. His mouth opens as he speaks to check on them, but the words are lost to the feed as lightning flashes and thunder strikes.]

Swiving piss--!

[ That immediate answer was a response to the cracking thunder than what Walter asked, though it's clearer than the words that follow. Once again the microphone struggles to pick up the other's voice properly. ]

Aye, well--t'keep us livin' for a bit. It won't last f--under this much!

[ Even half cut by the noise, it's a voice that might be familiar to a handful of others: Cehd'ra's the one putting the shelter together. At least as best as he can with the tools he has available. Which are none. ]

--mazed that works t'all right now. Y'callin--help?


-o. I w-s warning --em about th- hail.

[The dark haired boy looks back to the screen, shielding the microphone again.]

I suppose if anyone that's completed the ritual that grants us so-called immortality wants to come out, the fellow building the shelter here might like some help.

[It's then that another strike of lightning hits. It's so close that anyone watching the feed can see the flash of it reflected in the boy's eyes. There's a horrific crack followed immediately by another crackling boom.]

—Well that tree just exploded.

[The boy is unruffled, but clearly annoyed.]

[ Whatever Cehd'ra might have to say at that subtle dig is overridden by said explosion. Quite suddenly Walter is no longer alone on the screen, Cehd'ra having decided the lean-to being 'good enough'. Or maybe he just didn't want to risk being pelted with heated splinters as well as hailstones.

His eyes are large and his ears flat, one can imagine how puffed up his tail is, but he offers the screen his best reassuring smile. ]


Wasn't ours, though! 'Picked a small one t'hide under, we'll be fine. For a bit. So...no rush!

[ Please rush. ]


[Walter, in the meantime, shoots his companion a wholly sceptical look. Even if he's confident they'll make it through, he doesn't believe that 'no rush' business, either.]
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Me again, hi
Did anyone see this network post a few days ago made by some guy called Credo?

He says he made it because he wants people to know what kind of man he is, so I'm gonna set the record straight on a few things.

Back home he was the Captain of the Holy Knights, and my old commander. I'm not exaggerating when I say he's one of the kindest, most noble and loyal people I've ever met. Everyone back home respected him, and he always treated everyone else with respect, too, including his own knights.

He got in with the wrong crowd, but that goes for all of us. Everyone bought into the church's bullshit until they screwed us over. He blames himself for that.

Anyway long story short, he's a really good guy
If he acts all dramatic and starts talking shit about himself again just
I dunno, make up your own minds but take it with a little grain of salt

Thats all have a nice day 👍
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Saving multiple worlds -- no, multiple universes, do you think that is enough to erase the sins that a person has committed?

Or is this merely what is right for those that are sinners?

Perhaps, redemption is beyond us and we can only do a little bit of good before judgement.

[Video]

Dec. 1st, 2020 11:56 am
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[When the video starts, Gundham props his phone up on something before retreating a short distance and sitting in front of a dresser in his hotel room. On the dresser, four hamsters can be seen running around playing, to the side a bear the size of a large dog can be seen sleeping, and a red fox begins to sniff at the phone before Gundham makes a clicking noise with his tongue, calling the fox over to him. Despite being normally pale, Gundham looks a bit worse for wear, like he hasn't been getting much sleep.]

It has been some time since I arrived here, and I have decided to take the story we've been fed at face value. At least for the time being. However, more importantly, I think it is time I find a more... permanent and larger lodging, which would also necessitate money. As such, I believe I should start taking stock of the resources around here.

Ideally I would prefer to not work for someone else, but given the nature of things I've taken a position at the stables in Camelot. Hopefully that will provide the networking opportunities to eventually open my own shelter in the future.

[He sighs as he idly scratches the fox's chest, met with happy almost chirping noises from the fox.]

This still all seems so surreal. Has anyone made any kind of contact with this so-called "King Arthur" that supposedly rules this place? I would see what sort of monarch this place bends knee to...