conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: NeoRetribution: PRELUDE 
  
  
  The soft and warm light of dawn creeps inevitably forward toward morning over the civilized town of Patavium.  The clean and weathered bricks of the paved street rise under foot and give a uniform civic order to the most wealthy area of the community.  A few individuals mill about in the early hour.  Most are the servants of rich Sassinid families who keep the neighboring grounds trim.
  
  The Academy Of The Absolute Archon is dressed in its usual beautiful gardens.  They are set with the familiar white and gray marble which drives so many Sassinid neighbors to envy.
  
  Near to the south and beyond the stone walls of the town stands Mount Bergeirr.  Cloud-like mist has formed near the peak obscuring it from view, but the massive geological formation is a natural barrier which shadows Patavium's narrow slice of land.
  
  North, and also above the wall, is a long trail of black smoke.  A few of the militants that patrol the walls are turning their heads in that direction, but no commotion is detectable down on the city street.
  
  The third season of the year has almost arrived. 
  
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  The lips of Mistryl Osenthi still twitch from the departure observance that she has just left. Held at dawn and in the office of the headmaster, Archon Academy's secret teaching staff assembled for the private meeting. Mistryl had not been told that she would be given an official send-off along with her final instructions from the headmaster. During what followed some of the instructors were more tearful, verbal, or emotional than others, but each of them shared wishes of safety and learning for Mistryl.
  
  The young lady now stands on the northeast corner outside the grounds and the street appears an inviting flavor of vacant.
  
  "Excuse me," a medium voice and timber approaches her ears.  "I might be lost.  Can you help me?"  Accompanying the voice is what seems to be an average human frame cast in brown rags and cloths.  The nature and gender of the individual are not easily evident due to the completeness with which their head, face, hands, feet, and body are covered.  A tattered and patchless brown cloak hangs from the humanoid shoulders with no evidence of a formal clasp or metal hook of any kind.
  
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ilriyn: Mistryl stands silently at the Academy's gate, pondering her future, and the words of advice that had just been given her. Lifting her head at the beautiful scene ahead of her, she brushes a lock of hair out of her clear blue eyes. As she moves to start her journey, she is startled by the stranger accosting her.
  
  As the man speaks,  "Or is it a woman?" , she surveys him with a little trepidation.  "He, or she, must be a Tsar by the way he is dressed, but why is he asking me?" 
   "I'm afraid I can't help you."  She says this as she takes a step back. " I am also unfamiliar with the layout of the town."  She begins to turn away, but then quickly adds,  "I'm sorry." 
  
  OOC: 
   Spoiler 
  For the sake of clarity, Mistryl's thoughts will be in  Teal , and Mistryl's words will be in  Magenta .
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: NeoRetribution: The eyes of the individual seem to shift with what might be a smile behind that brown cloth, "Oh, I did not mean to startle you.  I am trying to go to the port here, but I have not reached it yet."  The light intonation of the voice rings as honest and pleasant enough, but the pitch hovers between Alto and Tenor making gender identification continually difficult.  "If you want, I can leave you alone."
  
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ilriyn: Spoiler 
   I don't anticipate needing an OOC thread, as most concerns could be addressed through a private message, and I intend to delete these OOC comments after the issue has been addressed.
  
  I will do as you say and post thoughts like 'this', but as I prefer my posts to be easily understandable, I will continue to also express my character's thoughts in  teal .
  
  Edit: Oh, I did not even realize that you were also using Teal for that character, I'll do Mistryl's thoughts in  this color  from now on.
   
  
  
  Mistryl pauses at the stranger's words. A shadow flutters across her face as she struggles to overcome her shyness.  "You are going to the port?"  She says timidly,  "I am also headed there, though I am not, I'm not entirely sure how to get there myself. P-perhaps we could help each other."  She smiles softly as she says this, inwardly kicking herself for her unease around strangers.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: NeoRetribution: "Two lost souls leading each other?"  The person's voice lifts in amusement.  "That sounds like a recipe for disaster.  I think we should ask the town guard, but you seemed so confident just a moment ago..."
  
   