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located in Lunalake Island, a part of Memoria Irae, one of the many universes on RPG.

Lunalake Island

A large island and major hub, Lunalake City is here, along with a few fishing towns situated around the river and lake. In the middle of the lake is a strange clock tower where the governor lives. No one knows why he lives there, he just... does.


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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Malachie Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn
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Well this is going wonderfully. Aeila looked up from her slightly tattered book and shook her head at the chaos that was this meeting. She chose a seat in the corner of the room, not really wanting to get involved in the back-and-forth arguments taking place. She didn't truly think that an agreement would ever take place, there were so many voices going on at once, all with different opinions. Her stance was that something should be done, they will only invite horrid things if the city sits on their behinds, twiddling their thumbs - but she didn't see it fit for her to say something, she doubted people would listen.

Aiela pulled out her little pocketbook and pen from her belt and started writing down some notes from her book, dog-earing pages she wanted to take a closer look at later when she's back in her shop. She looked around at the scene, she could see Abdown was staying quiet, he seemed to be on the same wavelength as her, she chuckled softly to herself. Oh, I just love my city, she thought.

She was just about to return her attention to her book when Abdown spoke at last. She liked his ideas, taking action as soon as possible would be the best course of action, but of course no one wants to commit to any one thing. When Abdown walked out, Aiela took that as her cue to make a quiet exit, she wasn't gaining anything more from this meeting and they weren't benefiting from her either. As everyone in the room went back to their discussion, Aiela silently got up from her seat and slipped out the door, her ears welcoming the quieter streets. She was about to take a leisurely stroll back to her shop when she saw a rather large man leaning up against the building, smoking away. "You sure you want to spend your time eavesdropping? It's quite boring in there, I doubt anything will come of it.", she called over to him.