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<h1>Daybreak</h1>  <i class="fas fa-heartbeat"></i>  <h2>Reawaken The Dream</h2>

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<h1>Title</h1> <h2>Subtitle</h2>  <div class="stat-passage"> <ul class="facts"> <li>Female</li> <li>26</li> <li>Human</li> </ul> </div> <br><br> <div class="box blank"> <h2>Appearance</h2> <i>$firstname is tall and of average size with golden blond hair and pale skin.</i> </div>  <div class="stat-passage"> <div class="box blank">  <h3>Personality</h3> <div class="stat-group"> <div class="stat"> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Kind 70%</span> <span>✦</span> <span>Cruel 30%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar"></div> </div> </div> <div class="stat"> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Shy 70%</span> <span>✦</span> <span>Bold 30%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar"></div> </div> </div> </div> </div> <div class="box blank"> <h3>Skills</h3> <div class="stat-group"> <div class="stat"> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Embroidery</span> <span>✦</span> <span>70%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar"></div> </div> </div> <div class="stat"> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Dancing</span> <span>✦</span> <span>70%</span> </div> <div class="stat-bar-container"> <div class="stat-bar"></div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div>  <span style="display: block; text-align: center;"><<link "« Return to game" $return>><</link>></span>

"I was chosen to deliver this revelation to the people--to bring dragon and man together, as they once were, and should ever be!" Lady Iceheart spoke calmly yet every word imbued with a resolve as solid and unshakable as Ishgard's walls. Is this what the so-called heretics were putting their lives on the line for? Are those very dreams why we killed them? "I am neither a saint nor a savior--just another sinner. Yet I will not forsake this cause. I cannot. I will see this cycle broken and peace restored" Even now back at the inn with Orianne, her words remained with me. <br> [['"Seluk?"'->Ch1_1-1]]

Orianne leans back in her chair, rhythmically tapping on the table beside her. "I didn’t think I made such ill company for you to ignore me like this." "You need to bring up more interesting topics." "Hm? I'm already interesting enough as it is." "I'm halfway asleep having this conversation." "You know," she starts with a slight upturn of her lips. “I can make you fully asleep if you'd like." She cracks her knuckles to give me a hint "Pass. I don't want to miss lunch." A moment of silence falls between us. I sit up from my bed and swivel around to plant my feet on the floor. I glance at the window and sigh. It's still early in the day as well as much too cold. I shiver, grabbing my blanket and throwing it over my shoulders. The word 'peace' still buzzes around my head like a syrphid cloud with each sting, drawing me back to that encounter. I can't make sense of it myself yet but I need to. "Are we doing the right thing this time?" Orianne remains silent, so I elaborate. "The heretics... Lady Iceheart said she wanted peace. That's why they're doing all of this" Her silence continues, but I wait. "We mustn't take what she said at face value. Or even if she believes that," Orianne pauses for moment. "That is not to say that everyone in her faction believes the same." She has a point but that doesn't mean much for our side either. So I tell her, "it’s not like we can say that there aren't alternate or ulterior motives for some of these nobles, as hospitable as few of them are." Afterall, it was only one month ago when we thought Ilberd and the Crystal Braves were our allies. “So, we’ve learned...” She frowns, turning her gaze away from me and towards the window. “What makes matters worse is that we have fewer allies to confide in since…since the others are still missing.” “Yeah.” We fall silent again. It’s an uncomfortable one. All the questions we have linger in the air, locked in this room with us, untethered by their respective answers. What may we yet encounter in pursuit of these answers? Better yet, are we even posing the appropriate questions? I glance at Orianne who seems to be lost in her own thoughts. This room, this place, this situation, is becoming suffocating. I should go <span id="walk">\ <<click "for a walk">>\ <<replace "#walk">> for a walk<</replace>><<replace "#sleep">>sleep<</replace>>\ <<replace "#output">><<display "walk">><</replace>>\ <</click>>\ </span> or <span id="sleep">\ <<click "sleep.">>\ <<replace "#walk">>for a walk<</replace>><<replace "#sleep">>sleep.<</replace>>\ <<replace "#output">><<display "sleep">><</replace>>\ <</click>></span> <span id="output"></span> <<audio ":all" stop>>

"I'm heading out. I need some fresh air." Orianne makes a noncommittal grunt in response, gazing out the window. I discard my blanket and replace it with a thick coat drape on one of the other chairs. I notice after putting on my boots that she hasn’t gotten up to do the same. I’ll be taking this walk alone but that’s fine with me. “Love you, bye.” “Bye.” [[Head out ->Ch1_2-1]] <<audio ":all" stop>>

I don’t feel tired, yet I want to put my mind at ease less I want to conjure more questions to add to my growing pile. There must be something else I can do. “I need to get out of here. Some fresh air might do me some good.” Orianne makes a noncommittal grunt in response, gazing out the window. I discard my blanket and replace it with a thick coat drape on one of the other chairs. I notice after putting on my boots that she hasn’t gotten up to do the same. I’ll be taking this walk alone but that’s fine with me. “Bye.” “Bye.” [[Head out ->Ch1_2-1]] <<audio ":all" stop>>

Ishgard, much like its weather, is dreary and bland. The few citizens that walk about and the tall grey stone structures are unwelcoming. The relative silence is unnerving. I easily stick out because of my long ears and wardrobe. Most steal a glance or change their paths as I wander around The Pillars. I’m not surprised if I’m the first viera some of them have seen since elezens and hyurs are the great majority. I stop walking near the end of one of the bridges heading furthest away from the Fortemps Manor, lest I come across Lord Edmont, Artoriel or, even worse, Emmanellain. The view from here offers the foggy silhouettes of the mountain range that isolate Ishgard from the other city-states. Lady Iceheart claims that children were taught to fear the same sky. But is that true? Do the children in the Brume and the ones in The Pillars have the same unifying fear? I’m not so sure or at least their skies are not the same. “—a spectacle like that, everyday life seems rather dull in comparison.” I catch a part of the conversation behind me. What could possibly be interesting here. The pair try but fail to speak in more hushed tones in their zeal to recount what they had seen. They must be right behind me, on the other side of the bridge. “Quiet! If someone happens upon our conversation, then we might be put on trial next.” They laugh. “The way that <strong>heretic</strong> swung that ghastly weapon at the knights, nary a shield on hand. A fanatical pauper till the end. Pitiful yet deserved.” It's almost maddening really. Who are heretics? Am I one? I'm as still as the stone railings I'm leaning on, unwilling to turn around and attract their attention. “Poor sop fought like a demon from the deepest pits of the seventh hell, bellowing threats and working his arts. He got ran through so those arts were all for naught.” “I heard someone say he must be a dark knight. How foul and twisted…” “Halone be praised. The righteous stand firm and our home remain safe from heretic and dragons alike! Good riddance.” “I spoke to one of the knights and he said that they dumped the body in the Brume. It will probably be stripped bare by sunset and then tossed over the walls by night—” “Abandon that uncouth talk. More importantly was this knight a certain Sir Drioveaux? You know it’s unwise to sneak around with him when you are not yet enga–” “We shall end this discussion as well since I was not—” Their voices disappears as wind rushes in my ears. I head towards the stairs with a barely restrained stride. I’m no longer cold, heat rushing through my veins. My speed remains constant as I descend towards the Brume. To speak so callously of a person. Someone who might have dreamed of peace for this nation tossed away like garbage. What do I know? Perhaps, this is a different type of heretic. But do Ishgardians make that distinction? Or is anyone who disturbs their peace branded with that label and left at the mercy of the temple knights. Myopic serpents nipping at their tails. I nearly trip over the armor-clad individual propped against the wall of the stair landing. A greatsword laid beside them. This must be that person they were talking about. They’re unnaturally still yet there’s something odd about them: there are no open wounds that I could see. I kneel to examine further. [[And then there was darkness.->Ch1_2-2]] <<audio ":all" stop>>

<p style="font-family: Marcellus SC"> \ <span style="font-size:30px;"> \ <<timed 2s t8n>>Is this it? Is this all that awaits?<</timed>> <<timed 3s t8n>>No...No more. Enough...<</timed>> <<timed 5s t8n>>Open your eyes!<</timed>> <<timed 6s t8n>>Look!<</timed>> <<timed 7s t8n>>Do you see now?<</timed>> <<timed 8s t8n>>Do you //see//?<</timed>> <<timed 9s t8n>>Seluk<</timed>> </span> \ <span style="font-size:35px;"><<timed 10s t8n>>@@.emboss;Seluk@@<</timed>></span> <<timed 11s t8n>><center><strong>[[.............->Ch1_2-3]]</strong></center><</timed>> \ </p> \ \ \ \ \ <<audio ":all" stop>> \

It’s not a voice I recognize yet it sinks its teeth into my consciousness, leaving an imprint on my mind as I awaken. I blink once, twice, before my surroundings become clear again. Where there was a body, there are now only large blocks of gray weathered stones. To my left, there's the familiar sound of metal scraping against wood. Someone is next me. From above, sharp golden eyes caged behind a helmet and long eyelashes carefully observe me. The hyur crosses his arms as if he was growing impatient watching me. Why? I know that answer as much as I know why I had fainted and whose voice I head. Put more aptly, I have no idea. No sooner after I stand that he asks in a deceptively soft voice, “are you alright? Never seen a person faint while kneeling before. The name’s Fray, by the way.” “Neither have I.... I’m Seluk.” Fray barely reaches my chin and has to crane his neck to meet my eyes yet he is much more animated than I would have previously thought. There are still no open wounds or blood. Strange. Very strange. “Oh,” he says before I can think of my question. “And I’m not a heretic, contrary to what they sa—Now what’s got you looking at me all disappointed like that? Fancy skewering me too, hero?” “No!” I’m quick to answer. “And you know who I am?” He scoffs at that, shaking his head. “You and yours are quite popular, slightly better entertainment than other pointless drivel circulating around these parts.” Gossip and the like had no real value except for those who knew how to properly wield it like Orianne, Thancred, or Riol. Fray continues speaking as though he expected a nonresponse. “I’m not a heretic but any fellow who doesn’t lap at their greaves might as well be to a temple knight drunk on authority and control. If I were less wise, I might give one of ‘em an encore from today’s trial.” Seeing that he is sound and, decidedly, not a heretic, there is little reason for me to stay except for one pressing matter. I inform him about the voice. He shrugs, claiming he knows nothing of it. Fray taps the job stone in his other hand. “But my—this crystal has chosen you to partake in the dark arts—" !![[Please, someone—anyone! ->Ch1_2-4]] <<audio ":all" stop>>

My head snaps towards the direction of the scream. Fray blocks my path with his greatsword just as I begin to move. "Not so fast. We need to talk about what's happening to you—what’s growing within you before you get carried away.” “Move.” “This new power of yours channels darkness which in and of itself is nothing dangerous. This crystal changes you—gives you the power to channel it. Do it without proper training however and well… it might hurt.” His bright eyes glow for moment when the sun catches in his eyes. Any sign of jest that might have sought refuge into those eyes would turn to ash. “So go ahead.” Fray lowers his weapon. “Ask me to teach you. Ask me to instruct you in the ways of the dark knights and I will.” He speaks with an authority and certainty that I answer as soon as he stops. “Teach me then.” It's almost frightening to respond so fast but could Fray be one of the tethers one of the answers I seek? “Follow me and for both our sakes, I will keep this brief.” Fray descends down the second flight of stairs without looking back. The disparities between The Pillars and The Brume are stark. The air is stale and there is much less vegetation compared to above. Even the sun is barred away from reaching some areas due to the wide structures and buildings meant of the upper level blocking them. “We dark knights don’t care one whit for prestige or pedigree. We are free to follow our hearts—to defend the weak and punish the guilty as we see fit,” Fray says. How exciting it must be to be that free. To no longer be bound by decorum and loyalty to a power invested in their own greed and comfort where sometimes even people’s lives are a form of currency. Fray heads towards an elderly woman pacing near a pile of rubble. She wears a simple think beige robe where the sleeves are becoming threadbare. Once we’re close enough, she clasps her hands together and rests her forehead on them. “I don’t know what to do. Please it’s my granddaughter…I didn’t see him standing there but…but she yelled to be more careful and then—and then—they took—” she chokes up for a moment. “If I could apologize then maybe he’d give her back.” Some Ishgardians around observes our conversation while others are content to go about their business. Fray stands off to my left, arms crossed. “Ah, Ishgardian justice. You know, they spare her and let her go. Though she’d have a few scars and a lifelong lesson? But that just won’t do, will it?” “No.” I answer. She’s not the one who needs a lesson or did anything wrong. “Ma’am, we’ll get her back.” Relief does not wash over her entirely but at least her shoulders relax and there is a glimmer of hope in her eyes once I tell her this. Fray’s eyes crinkle until they’re crescent shaped. “Yes I knew you’d say that. Now let’s go. They’re mostly likely at the top in that place.” Yet again, he does not wait to see if I follow. “You’re going to get firsthand experience on what we’re all about. The law of the land? The authority of a name? These are tools cowards use to escape harm. We have no need of shields figurative or literal.” He stops 3 yalms before our designated spot. “Here take my greatsword. You’ll need it soon.” I grab it. It’s much heavier than the sword I left back in my room with Orianne but it feels right anyway. [[No…not quite…it’s exhilarating actually. ->Ch1_2-5]] <<audio ":all" stop>>

<div class="box header"> <h1>Seluk Roams</h1>\ <span class="star">✦</span>\ <ul class="facts"> <li> he/him  </li> <li> 26  </li> <li> Viera</li> </ul> </div>\ <div class="box"><h3>Appearance</h3> <i>Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. Text here. </i> </div>\ \ <div class = "box"> <div class="stat-labels"><h2>Chaos</h2></div>\ <<showmeter 'distress' 1>> </div> <div id="portraitL"><img class="responsive-image" src="portraitLeft.png"></div>  <span style="display: block; text-align: center;"><<link "« Return to game" $return>><</link>></span>

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<br> <<if $lvl40splash eq true>> <center><span class="centered-image"><img src="rb.gif" width="75%"></span> <<type 60ms skipkey " ">><p style="font-family: Marcellus SC; font-size: 23px;"> I am...the part of you that couldn't become a hero. </p> <p style="font-size: 23px;">[[CONTINUE?->Loading Page 2]]</p><</type>></center> <<elseif $lvl50splash eq true>> <center><span class="centered-image"><img src="bb.gif" width="75%"></span> <p style="font-family: Marcellus SC; font-size: 23px;"> Listen to our heartbeat. </p> <p style="font-size: 23px;">[[CONTINUE?->Loading Page 2]]</p></center>  <<else>> <center><span class="centered-image"><img src="bw.gif" width="75%"></span> <p style="font-family: Marcellus SC; font-size: 23px;"> Everything up until now has been your story. </p> <p style="font-size: 23px;">[[CONTINUE?->Loading Page 2]]</p></center> <</if>> <<audio intro loop volume 0.2 play>>

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