TURQUOISE

[dramatispersonae]

You can see the other teams, but there is an invisible barrier preventing you from hearing them. You can assume that they can't hear you, either. There is a hefty serving of sweet wine and liquor, should you choose it. With a loaf of bread that you can slice. Nimue is in the center of the formation of teams, and when she speaks, you can hear her loud and clear.

"Storytelling has been a tradition of the knights of Camelot for some time. They would tell of the awesome feats of their king, and of their fellow knights... and... they were also prone to exaggeration in some cases."

There appears a small set of cards next to the liquor. You can read them, or you can implicitly understand them if you can't read.

"What feats have the heroes of Aather accomplished, I wonder? And what... exaggerations they may take? Before you, you will find prompts for your tales. You will write one for yourselves, for a set of knights, and for another team. I will select the most inspiring, as will your peers."

She tilts her head. "Ah, perhaps it is bad to encourage grandstanding..."

But before you can ask her, she vanishes.

Comments

[fullmoonblooms]

Oh...I guess she would mind it the least then...

Um. It would have to be a forgetful day though, so she probably didn't succeed in killing anyone that day.

[screwthatnoise]

Death is forgettable.

But fine.

Zwei did not kill someone. Zwei simply existed and that alone made the day easy to forget.

[fullmoonblooms]

...That's good. I guess.

[screwthatnoise]

[fussing over her writing, all of the scribbling]

[fullmoonblooms]

[tries to look over her shoulder to see what she's writing]

[screwthatnoise]

[MURDERER i mean everything is being scratched out or erased]

[she's putting so much thought into this]

No... maybe Zwei shouldn't be mentioned... I don't want to share this story...

[fullmoonblooms]

...Do you want to talk about it, before you try writing it?