Chapter Solstice (Pt. 2)

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Released on: Dec. 20, 2020, 5:52 a.m.

Last edited: March 16, 2023, 6:18 p.m.

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Most mentioned character

429 mentions

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
Melidore	87
Laken Godart	38
Luan Khumalo	37

Most mentioned class

27 mentions

[Lord]

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
[Witch]	18
[Lady]	13
[Emperor]	8

Most mentioned skill

1 mentions

[Dangersense]

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
[Double Cut]	1
[Flicker Onslaught]	1
[Flicker Step]	1

Most mentioned spell

2 mentions

[Fireball]

Most mentioned location

12 mentions

Riverfarm

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
Liscor	3
Invrisil	3
The Wandering Inn	2

Mentions

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Name	Text
Ryoka Griffin	Timeless tales. A strangeness in the air; as if anything could happen. The opposite of the days when Ryoka had looked up at the sky and seen only smog, seen nothing to do or dream of.
Tyrion Veltras	Someone breathed. Tyrion Veltras started. He half-turned. And saw it was Jericha. She, like him, stared. As if waking from a dream into…
Jericha Synthel	Someone breathed. Tyrion Veltras started. He half-turned. And saw it was Jericha. She, like him, stared. As if waking from a dream into…
[Lord]	Another dream. Only, it was reality. The [Lord] of House Veltras turned, and as he came to his senses, he noticed the warriors.
Ryoka Griffin	There were two kinds of guest here. One was the court of the fae. A dancing, singing, laughing, impish mob of all sorts and stations. Some, as Ryoka had seen, were vibrant, realer, more powerful. But they were still of the same nature, here for the party.
Ulva Terland	The second kind were the warriors, like the armored thing of frost and metal who stood next to Ulva Terland and the laughing fae on the Golem’s lap.
Tyrion Veltras	There were…less than a dozen of them. A paltry escort! And yet—each one made Tyrion sweat. His hand was on his sword. But he did not draw it.
[Emperor]	Hospitality. There was more than an [Emperor]’s will in this. Part of him sensed that to offer violence in this place, at this time, was unwise. Even so—he had yet to release the grip on his sword.
Emperor of Sands	Hospitality. There was more than an [Emperor]’s will in this. Part of him sensed that to offer violence in this place, at this time, was unwise. Even so—he had yet to release the grip on his sword.
Oberon	Warriors of the Faerie King. Some, like Lady Rie, Bethal, Thomast, had seen one of them for the last party. Now, there were seven.
Rie Valerund	Warriors of the Faerie King. Some, like Lady Rie, Bethal, Thomast, had seen one of them for the last party. Now, there were seven.
Bethal Walchaís	Warriors of the Faerie King. Some, like Lady Rie, Bethal, Thomast, had seen one of them for the last party. Now, there were seven.
Thomast Veniral	Warriors of the Faerie King. Some, like Lady Rie, Bethal, Thomast, had seen one of them for the last party. Now, there were seven.
Riverfarm	None in the streets of Riverfarm. None past the place made without iron, specially designated for them. It was as if they knew where they were welcome. For all that, they called out, to the stunned crowd, to the entertainers.
Ryoka Griffin	And they were here. The fae! Ryoka Griffin stared about as one cartwheeled past her, laughing. She caught a narrow face, eyes without pupils, dark, glittering. Wings—
[Tumbler]	A pixie? Only, human-sized! She leapt, and gravity forgot to touch her. Flashing past a Level 40 [Tumbler] soaring through the air. The performer from Invrisil gawked as much as the fae, and nearly missed her landing.
Invrisil	A pixie? Only, human-sized! She leapt, and gravity forgot to touch her. Flashing past a Level 40 [Tumbler] soaring through the air. The performer from Invrisil gawked as much as the fae, and nearly missed her landing.
Ryoka Griffin	“You did it, Ryoka. You did it!”
Durene Faerise	Someone cried out. Durene. The half-Troll girl looked around for Ryoka, crying out in relief. She had not known all of the stakes, but she knew enough. Ivolethe—Ryoka’s party. And the wounded friend.
Ryoka Griffin	Someone cried out. Durene. The half-Troll girl looked around for Ryoka, crying out in relief. She had not known all of the stakes, but she knew enough. Ivolethe—Ryoka’s party. And the wounded friend.

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