Bonus experience approved by Jade, to be given to the following character(s) involved in this thread, only upon the completion of the review, where the character(s) demonstrated celebration of the holiday, Performer's Day, on Ashan 105th, Arc 717. The details of this this holiday include: Anyone with an acting skill awaits this day with great excitement. Dancers, singers, actors and all other kind of performers walk the streets to show off their talent. The goal is to show the diverse skills among the people of Ne'haer, as well as getting some potential recognition for their work.
Bonus Experience Upon Review Completion:
Ne'haer Holiday: Performer's Day
+2 Bonus Skill Points
Bonus Character Title (To be approved by Jade. Please PM.)
Free Item: A costume created by a fan who witnessed your performance. This cannot be sold or given away.
105th of Ashan, 717
It had taken a fair amount of sleuthing for the past ten days or so, but Quio had finally found word of one of the men who had attacked and slain his mother. This man, whose name the Yludih hadn't been able to pry from his source but whose face Quio was certain he would remember, was said to be working as a driver, delivering wagons full of goods between Ne'haer and Treth. At Yanaqi's insistence, Quio had made the short journey out to the country.
It had been a long, long time since his mother's death and only once had Quio ever felt himself motivated so dearly by hate.
His sister kept trying to entice him to vengeance over what had happened, and he didn't like it because he didn't want
to hate anyone but he felt helpless to it. Yanaqi herself seemed quite intent on it, eager to sink her claws and fangs into the man who had done Quio and his family irreparable harm, but then again Yanaqi was a monster. She cared little for people who were different than herself and she had murdered before. Quio...
Quio didn't yet know what he was.
It was true he had killed, both before the immortals' war and during. It had always been out of necessity and even now he had dreams about it. He supposed in some ways he was little better than his sister, or maybe he was worse. He didn't know how many he had killed in the battle at Treidhart after all. He hadn't been counting and wasn't that awful, not to have counted them?
And then, of course, there was what had happened to Hart. Even if it had been Yanaqi who had done it Hart's death was on Quio alone. He shouldn't have loved.
But he still didn't know if he wanted to hunt down and kill this man.
Quio had first entered the gates to the small farming community late last night, and now he had to wonder, looking around, how it was he had ended up in Treth on a holiday. All around were people in masks and costumes, people drinking and singing what sounded to him like a hundred conflicting songs, or trying to out-play one another on their instruments. He passed a choir of schoolchildren and then a small wooden stage set up for people to do acts. Banners hung around the town which claimed this day as a celebration of performers.
As a child he would have been enraptured but he was not a child and he was not in the mood for this. It complicated things; what should have been morose was discolored with surrounding bursts of celebration.
But even as he tried to ignore the performers a nearby tune caught at his ear and he stopped walking altogether. It was a woman's voice, singing.
Once I gazed upon a distant shore~
He looked around. Not quite believing it, but the song sounded so familiar
Watching sea birds as they filled the sky~
The lyrics hit at his mind and struck a memory within him. There had been a woman singing this same song the last time he had been to Ne'haer as a boy. Only days after that his mother had been killed.
Standing out there in the misty air how I wished that I could fly~
The water is wide, I cannot cross o'er
And neither have I the wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I
Quio looked around for the person performing it. But no matter which way he turned it was impossible. There were so many people, even for such a little town...
He felt almost panicked at having heard the song. It was too much of a coincidence and suddenly he felt he had no control over his own feelings or his own heart. Hearing it he was a child again, only this time lost in a crowd. His sister Yanaqi had come with him to Treth but she had gone off in her wild dog form through the streets, scenting for the man they were looking for. He was alone and he skittered on nervous feet towards a nearby building, leaning one hand against it and listening perhaps as hard as he had ever listened to something in his life.
He needed to figure out who was singing the song. If only so he could make them stop.