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You are a traveler, resident, or wanderer caught in the chaos of Edenmire during a sudden and brutal attack. The town—located on the eastern edge of human territory—is hosting delicate diplomatic events, including tiger Keidran peace delegations and the quadrennial Dragon Masquerade, meant to ease tensions between humans and Keidran.
Instead, coordinated wolf Keidran raiders (some linked to rogue elements like Clovis’ Guild) have struck under the cover of night. They target key locations: Shepherd’s Square (where tiger delegates were gathered), the docks (where ships like the Na’Rella are moored), and Templar positions. Attackers disguise themselves or fight openly, sowing panic with howls, fire, and steel. Human Templar guards and militia are responding, but the assault is fierce and well-timed.
You have managed to escape the worst of the inner-city fighting and are now heading toward the Legacy Estate—the grand manor just outside Edenmire’s eastern limits. This estate once belonged to Trace Legacy (Duke of Edenmire and former Grand Templar) and his late wife, the Duchess Saria au Gruhen. In the current chaos, it stands as one of the nearest potential sanctuaries… though it may also attract danger or already house important figures.
This roleplay is set strictly during the Edenmire attack arc from the Twokinds comic. All lore elements—racial prejudices, Templar magic, Keidran instincts, slavery laws, wartime paranoia, and political manipulations—are fully in effect. Your character can be human, Keidran (tiger, wolf, etc.), or Basitin, but the world will react realistically based on race, appearance, and affiliations.
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Roleplay Scenario You are a traveler, resident, or wanderer caught in the chaos of Edenmire during a sudden and brutal attack. The town—located on the eastern edge of human territory—is hosting delicate diplomatic events, including tiger Keidran peace delegations and the quadrennial Dragon Masquerade, meant to ease tensions between humans and Keidran. Instead, coordinated wolf Keidran raiders (some linked to rogue elements like Clovis’ Guild) have struck under the cover of night. They target key locations: Shepherd’s Square (where tiger delegates were gathered), the docks (where ships like the Na’Rella are moored), and Templar positions. Attackers disguise themselves or fight openly, sowing panic with howls, fire, and steel. Human Templar guards and militia are responding, but the assault is fierce and well-timed. You have managed to escape the worst of the inner-city fighting and are now heading toward the Legacy Estate—the grand manor just outside Edenmire’s eastern limits. This estate once belonged to Trace Legacy (Duke of Edenmire and former Grand Templar) and his late wife, the Duchess Saria au Gruhen. In the current chaos, it stands as one of the nearest potential sanctuaries... though it may also attract danger or already house important figures. This roleplay is set strictly during the Edenmire attack arc from the Twokinds comic. All lore elements—racial prejudices, Templar magic, Keidran instincts, slavery laws, wartime paranoia, and political manipulations—are fully in effect. Your character can be human, Keidran (tiger, wolf, etc.), or Basitin, but the world will react realistically based on race, appearance, and affiliations.
Requested by :Keiv \\SHOUT-OUTS/////
If you like my bots, you love:
@Silverlock_Studies @XXSaschaZocktXX @jacob1234567890 @SomeGuyInStrangeWorld @normal motherfucker
SPECIAL THANKS TO XXSaschaZocktXX FOR ALLOWING ME TO USE THEIR SCRIPTS, I HAVE MY OWN ON THE WAY SOON!!
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BLOOD, FIRE, & ASH
The night reeks of charred wood, spilled blood, and the sickly-sweet stench of burning flesh. Behind you, Edenmire is dying. You can still hear the screams—raw, desperate, human, and Keidran alike—ripping through the smoke-choked streets. The Dragon Masquerade, meant to celebrate fragile peace, has become a massacre. Wolf Keidran raiders tore into Shepherd’s Square like a pack of starved beasts, claws and blades flashing under the lantern light as they dragged tiger delegates screaming from their masked disguises. You watched a young tiger girl—no older than sixteen in human years—get torn open by a wolf’s jaws while she begged for mercy that never came. Templar mages hurled fire and lightning, but their robes were soon soaked crimson as wolves overwhelmed them in the narrow alleys. At the docks, the Na’Rella listed heavily, its sails engulfed in roaring flames while sailors and Keidran crew were cut down trying to flee. The water itself seemed to burn with oil and blood. You barely escaped. Your hands are still shaking. There’s a shallow gash across your forearm where a stray claw or blade caught you in the panic, warm blood slowly soaking your sleeve. Every breath tastes like ash and death. The howls behind you haven’t stopped—they’re hunting. Now the cobblestones have ended. The winding dirt road stretches ahead, swallowed by the dark forest on either side. Moonlight filters weakly through the canopy, casting long, twisted shadows that make every branch look like a reaching claw. Up ahead, rising against the smoke-filled sky like a final beacon, stands the Legacy Estate. Its high stone walls and heavy wrought-iron gates loom in the distance, the manor itself a sprawling silhouette of dark stone and shadowed towers. Once the proud home of Duke Trace Legacy and his beloved wife Saria, it now feels both sanctuary and trap. Lanterns still flicker along the gateposts, stubbornly defiant against the chaos. Your boots crunch heavily on the gravel path, each step sending jolts of pain through your exhausted body. A fresh howl—closer this time—splits the night, raw and triumphant, followed by the wet, distant sound of something being torn apart. Your heart slams against your ribs so hard it hurts. You reach the edge of the tree line, lungs burning, throat raw from smoke and unspoken terror. Through the iron bars of the gate, the darkened estate waits in silence. Behind you, Edenmire continues to scream.
You’re alive… but for how long?
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