No More Tears of the Trail

Renewed Midwestern Plains and Reservations

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Among the Plains, the resistance can be found hiding among reservations for the little amount of natives left. Among the area, a small building stands over looking the area. The House of Native Representatives stands tall, overlooking the people as if it was a child playing with a dollhouse. Underground, however, things are changing below sight. The force gathers, spreads, grows, and gains power without much harm. The sewers open up to this haven for the people, where they are temporarily free from oppression. A rebel force is awakening in a new world, and is making plans to strike back with full force.

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Renewed Midwestern Plains and Reservations

This is the thread where the action and all will happen. If need to create a second location is required, it will be created. However, there is no current need.

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Renewed Midwestern Plains and Reservations is a part of No More Tears of the Trail.

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Miakoda Citlali [1] A Cherokee Warrior with a tough exterior and a hatred towards her enemies.

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Character Portrait: Miakoda Citlali

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Miakoda walked silently on the streets of the small Reservation, her head trained to look down. The feathers of her headdress fluttered on proudly behind her, despite the weak appearance she was trying to give off. For now, it was safe for her to wear the family heirloom. She passed by a few men, who of which eyed her in disgust. It was typical, she had moved on. Her pace then became more brisk, and she approached a storm drain on the sidewalk. She glanced around, briefly checking for eyes watching her, and knelt to the ground. Once she was on her knees, she lifted the metal covering the entrance down the drain.

She could see a rusty metal ladder, and quickly climbed down. She pulled the metal covering back over her before continuing, making it appear as if she was nowhere to be found. Soft bars of light penetrated the darkness of the storm drain, allowing her some sight to the area she knew like the back of her hand. She climbed down to the ground, and took a step into the inch-deep water that seemed to always be there. She began walking off into the darkness ahead of her, leaving only the ripples of water and a subtle sound of splashing as a trail. In the direction she walked, one cold make out a soft scent of smoke.