User:Soranin/Sandbox5

My quintenary sandbox.

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Essexe

The Banshee

Eivor overheard a man talking to himself.

• Grieving Man: Your skin was pale as midnight mist. Hair threaded with dew. Eyes glassy, limpid, accusing. Still so beautiful, so pure. Please, my love, you must forgive me. I cannot sleep, I cannot eat.

Eivor approached the man.

• Eivor: Who do you speak to? There is no one here.

Grieving Man: We are together now, wife. You will never leave my side. Whispering in my ear like a moth's wings. Eivor heard an odd noise.

• Eivor: Where is that wailing coming from? It is as if the walls are crying in anguish.

She took out a bow and aimed at a wooden barrier beneath an arch.

• Eivor: This man is haunted by some terrible deed.

The barrier broke. Grieving Man: You! You blew upon the threads and they severed. She is gone, dust and bones, dust and bones. He attacked Eivor.

• Eivor: You have done some mischief here. I can smell the guilt with the rotting flesh.

Grieving Man: No, no! What have you done? Her sobs, her screams. I can no longer hear her call to me! Eivor felled her opponent and found a note in his body. [NOTE]

• Eivor: He murdered his love? Little wonder he is crazed with guilt.

Incomplete

Octavian

[These are convos with octavian that aren't part of rivalry for the ages] [I think you might be able to talk to him before building it] Eivor provided the resources to have the museum built. After it was done, she found Octavian inspecting the museum.

• Octavian: Hmmm. I suppose it will do for the moment. Though it lacks the grandiosity of the Empire at its peak.
• Eivor: You don't like it?
• Octavian: It's not that. It's just not terribly Roman. It needs more. More relics, more statuary, more ... Rome! If you happen to find any distinctly Roman artifacts on your travels, bring them by. We can make something of this mess yet.

[THEN FOR SOME FUCKING REASON THEY ACT AS IF THEY NEVER MET????]

• Octavian: Salve, Eivor! We have not yet been introduced. I am Octavian Claudius Britannicus, a collector of Roman relics.
• Eivor: Quite a name you have.
• Octavian: If you are wondering what good I will bring to the settlement, you need only look to the greatest empire the world has ever known.
• Eivor: Yes, I have seen their great ruins. Always impressive.
• Octavian: But you have not seen them restored to their former glory! And I can help.