SHAMELESSLY STEALING IDEAS FROM HEDGE

[twin-fans.livejournal.com]

Fleischheim. It's a bustling medieval metropolis, possibly a port or trade city of some kind, surrounded by massive walls. In the center is a fortress, the home of the ruling authority of the land. It's an old-tech place, one where people who claim to have magic are believed, for they may or may not be telling the truth, alchemists yearn to transmute lead into gold, and guards in chain mail and knights in plate keep the peace.

Your characters are now in this place, as visitors or citizens. If they're not human, they are now. If they're superhuman, then they're merely the stuff of legends here, be it through skills or amazing physical prowess.

Go.

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[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

It's his marmeño. He had put a pin's box over a bramble, the day before St. John's, and looked inside when midnight struck, just like his old grandmother had taught him.

Time and time again, he'd tried it and always looked at just the wrong moment, or blinked, but one night, he had looked at just the right time, and the little mengue had been inside. It's a tricksy little thing, with a malicious sense of humor, but it had served him well, and been taught kindness over time. They are very close now.

But Khaji hisses back at hers and Johan laughs at the two.

"I guess they don't like each other, but they'll have to deal with it. Would you like some food? My ama will be cooking supper soon."

[lilyofthedrills.livejournal.com]

"[Bougu, it is troublesome if you are rude!]" She admonishes the creature on her shoulder in her native tongue. "R-rearly? I oh thanksu you so much..." She replies, her Common dissolving as she tears up again, this time from happiness.