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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: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Puah Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn Character Portrait: Aileana Mordoor
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Aeila's shoulders relaxed when the tentacles splattered onto the ground, so quickly they came and just as quickly, they disappeared. She still held her sword up, just in case they weren't actually retreating, and watched Abdown inspect the colorful goo painting the ground. "I don't know how you could be so calm at a time like this...", she said quietly. Suspecting that the worst really was over, Aeila walked over to a colorful puddle and bent down on one knee, inspecting the goo. "This is quite strange, however. I've never seen anything like this before in the city.", she sheathed her sword back on her hip and took out her pen. She carefully dipped the back of the writing utensil into the goop and slowly lifted it up, watching the goo form a long sticky string and then drop back down into the puddle.
She was so engrossed in her investigation she didn't hear Abdown mention the presence of the possible assailant. She only looked up once Raimondo took off barreling down the street. Aeila didn't get a chance to see exactly who he was chasing after, only the glimmer of the same multi-coloured goo coming off from the person's body, looking identical to the tentacles threatening them earlier. "I wonder...", Aeila's voice trailed off as she lay her hand, palm down on the hard ground. As she moved her hand from left to right, a bright light began to emanate from her hand, revealing a few runic symbols now etched into the ground, glowing silver. Hand still to the floor, she looked up towards where Raimondo was running, and in a few short seconds, a loud blast went off some ten feet in front of him; large cracks appearing and the ground giving way - Aeila hoping that the assailant had been caught in the blast. Quickly, she ran towards Raimondo, her eyes scanning the newly made pit and strewn debris in the area for any signs of the person.