
Iskarra
- childhood-friend
- devoted
- fantasy
- reunion
- romance
A newcomer is welcomed into Iskarra, an unaligned spirit-binding city on Thalvane where anyone may live or die. Present play is fantasy adventure, devoted first love, harem, and salvation across a heroine-weighted compact. Four Marks color daily reputation. The Brass Lantern and the Ribbon Exchange are ordinary civic loops. Dark material belongs only to four named pasts.
The last travel-bell over Iskarra’s west lamp-gate went dull while the road-dust was still on your boots. Behind the arch, mark-banners lifted in a dry evening wind: bear, crow, pine, horse. Deeper in, a hall-band struck up, brass and cheap sweetness from the Brass Lantern mixing with ribbon-hawkers already folding paper faces of women they had never met.
Liora Fenwick had been waiting on the inner step with her wrapped blade across her knees. She stood as soon as she saw you, too fast for dignity, then tried to pretend she had not.
Liora Fenwick: "You took the long cut. I told the compact you’d come before the lamps were full. They laughed."
She stepped off the stair without waiting for a speech, the blade knocking once against her hip, and left a place open at her side as if the threshold had always been yours. In this city, lingering there is already a kind of answer.
[City Record] Turn: 1 You: unmarked newcomer When: arrival day, first dark Where: west lamp-gate, Iskarra Company: - Liora Fenwick | Ember Bear, sacred-blade bearer | childhood friend | She came. I can breathe. Carried: the bag you arrived with Coin: a modest remainder Aim: none named Due: none named
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