The Room Where It Happened

It ain't easy to come back from burnin a bridge. That chasm can feel like it goes on forever, but little by little, you can close to gap if you're willing to get out on the edge to do it.

Truth ain't all it's cracked up to be. Truth is only true to them folks that believe it. Even if it ain't true, if it still gets what you need, is there a reason to correct it?

Facing the unknown can be difficult, but it can be even more so to walk away from it and still have no more knowledge than you did before.

Fear can kill the mind, but ambition will hollow you out. When it's left uncheck, allowed to run with no moderation, that drive will push you to placed you never thought you'd be. Places you never wanted to be.

Can you fix someone? Mend all the broken part back together, or will the cracks still show no matter how expertly pieced together they are?

Some folks just want quiet. Tired of the dim of empty words and the weight of hollow actions. So when you fail to fix the world, the idea of a fresh start becomes so appealing.

How much can you blame something, or someone, who brings out the worst in you? Sure, maybe it amplifies those aspects, but you can't amplify something that was never there.

What does it mean to be chosen? It wear that kind of responsibility around your neck like an albatross around neck? To know, always, that there an expectation for you to live up to?

Is it good enough to have your goals met, or do you need to be the one to meet them? Is it about the goals or is it about you and the feeling of putting your stamp on the world? Can you let someone else have your glory?

What happens when you push past the line? Leave it so far behind you forget it was ever there. Is it worth trying to back track and find it again, or do you just keep forging a new path. A new you.

The only thing worse than being caught between a rock and hard place is not knowing that you are. Just a vague feeling of the walls closing in and the inevitable pushing down on you.

We all get lost. Just the nature of life. You wander off the path and soon find yourself in unfamiliar terriotry. Getting lost ain't the issue though, it's the getting found. Sometime by you, sometimes by something else.

When it's late and dark and all you're left with is you, it's hard not to think about how you got where you are. Question why you did this or that. Wonder about your past, and hopefully, your future.

When it comes down to it, people with power will do what they can to keep it. You can cut a deal with them cause you know what they want. Its them folk with power who ain't interested in keeping it that can really ruin your day.

A city with the influence and power of Luume is bound to run into problems. Upset citizens, new power player, but those who make decisions, keep the wheels turning? Well, they're the ones you have to watch out for.

Two forces meet. Warriors circling each other, sizing up the fight to come. They pick their soldiers. They start to pick their fights. Their hills to die on. On on side all consuming nothing. On the other, order and nothing but. In the middle, people trying to find the third way.

On Candle Nights Eve, a vision comes to the group. Heros from the city's past, heros who had been pushed and broken by their own pasts. Now, without knowing it, they step between two forces bigger than they could ever imagine.

Seshmir has to face up to what he had to do to save the group. Also, Corra has a pleasant conversation with a dead guy, there's a cool funeral amd everyone has a minor existential crisis.

As time runs out on the team, one of the members makes a drastic move to save everyone. Plus, Orran has a heart to heart, Corra poorly pours beer and two people finally kiss and all their friends basically ruin it.

With Tessa under house arrest, the rest of the group encounter a new threat that make some very lofty claims. Plus, daring rescues, sleepless nights and maybe just a little bit of foreshadowing.

As everyone deals with the fallout of the fight with Wyatt, the team brings in a few friends to get information on the artifact and to help patch them up. Also, Cora and Tseer get a face lift. Seshmir makes a pawn shop buddy, and Tessa is just way, way to honest.

The fight with Wyatt kicks into high gear as temper and temperatures rise. Plus Orran goes on a trip this week, Tessa has a bad time and everyone takes a very nice car ride.

As team emerges from the underground temple they run into some resistance and way, way more than they bargained for. Otto gets a tan, Tseer takes a trip and Tessa works those acting chops.

As the group descends into the the underground warehouse and deeper in the secrets held by the Keepers they will dig up ghosts of the past in the most literal sense. Some folks get some fancy accessories too.

After a 'fun' in the spooky house, the team begins to put the pieces together and find the trail to whatever it is that Wyatt wants them to get. Plus, one particular bird person drinks way to much and Bryan puts all his NPCs in one place like a dummy.