CoR Cleric Mission 1: A Silver Mountain SacramentIt had been instinct that had driven Justine Bitterroot towards the southeast, but the moment she set foot in the village of Pickston, she knew why she had been called there. The village sat at the base of the Silver Mountains, and it had the sullen, stale atmosphere of a subsistence village: dirt roads packed hard by countless feet, squat stone houses bare of ornament, and villagers with faces worn smooth and dull by the rituals of survival. Pickston was not Burnt Grove, but Justine knew the expressions on those faces, and she knew that this was a place where grudges simmered forever. She had been called here to fix her share of those grudges in the way that only an acolyte of Trygve could.CoR Cleric Mission 1: A Silver Mountain Sacrament by eiviiaru
Pickston's local tavern was called the Hammer and Helm, and from the weathered sign over the door, Justine knew this was where she should start. It was midday, but for the sort of person she was looking for, that wasn't an issue; they'd probably started their days there. When Justine stepped inside
HPM Cirque de la Lune: Five Stories Tasha TellsI.HPM Cirque de la Lune: Five Stories Tasha Tells by eiviiaru
You wanna know how I got here, huh?
Mostly, a lot of hard work. In a world of gyms and protein shakes and Arceus only knows how many other ways to get built, being a performing strongwoman means a lot more than just being strong. Don't get me wrong -- raw physical skill is most of it, but you also have to be a performer.
My folks are carnies, so I've lived this all my life, but don't you think that's how I got onto the midway! You don't even know how many carnies' kids don't have the talent, or the stomach, and end up as plain old rubes. Nah, I've been working for this since I was old enough to hold a barbell. I trained under Jonas the Rock -- Rhyperior guy, never got out of the local Sinnoh circuit, but he knew his stuff -- and by the time I was thirteen I'd evolved and had my own spot in his show. It was all up from there.
The Cirque de la Lune? Yeah, there are rumors, but the truth is that it's just the best-paying gig there is. This little chain of islands isn't our only
HPM Totem Change: To Be Something MoreThe last night of a carnival was always a melancholy thing. It wasn't something Seok Jin-Eun had necessarily noticed before, but he also hadn't been a Psychic-type at a carnival before, and this time he could feel the vibrations surrounding the Cirque de la Lune. The celebration continued, of course -- it was its business to continue -- but there was a faint sadness in the air, the realization that soon the tents would be torn down and the show would be over for the year. Of course, for the performers, that would mean moving on to a new town and beginning it all again, and Jin could sense some residual excitement in the air at that prospect as well. Every stop brought a new opportunity, he figured... or at least a change of scenery. Perhaps that was reason enough to travel.HPM Totem Change: To Be Something More by eiviiaru
Change had been on Jin's mind lately, and not just for the obvious reasons. Things were going well at the ranch, but it had all settled into a sort of holding pattern -- a period of slow growth, much slower than he'