Xue Yang (
jiangzaid) wrote in
farsickness2022-03-19 01:33 am
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Communications Array work
WHO: Xue Yang AND YOU
WHEN: End of March
WHAT: Experimenting with talismans
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: N/A
For all of his experimenting and playing with talismans and the rest of what the cultivation world has to offer, and learning from his daozhangs, Xue Yang has a thought to make life a little better for his new adopted home.
Specifically, to find a way for people to communicate more than just in person. He knows there are ways for messages to be sent via talisman, but that only helps those who can use spiritual energy! Not everyone in Gazin can. Which sees him plopped down in various places working on runes before putting them down on talisman paper. Even if there are only set places such messages can be sent to or from, it would help speed up alarms.
His little black squirrel is curled up on a pile of leaves he'd found for her, Jiangzai is resting just beside him, and a knee keeps wiggling back and forth as he thinks over various successes or...when something burns instead of floating off.
WHEN: End of March
WHAT: Experimenting with talismans
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: N/A
For all of his experimenting and playing with talismans and the rest of what the cultivation world has to offer, and learning from his daozhangs, Xue Yang has a thought to make life a little better for his new adopted home.
Specifically, to find a way for people to communicate more than just in person. He knows there are ways for messages to be sent via talisman, but that only helps those who can use spiritual energy! Not everyone in Gazin can. Which sees him plopped down in various places working on runes before putting them down on talisman paper. Even if there are only set places such messages can be sent to or from, it would help speed up alarms.
His little black squirrel is curled up on a pile of leaves he'd found for her, Jiangzai is resting just beside him, and a knee keeps wiggling back and forth as he thinks over various successes or...when something burns instead of floating off.

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Today, she's on her way back into the city with her bow, after some archery practice. Her quiver is slung over her shoulder, and she's dressed in her armour.
She's not paying much attention to the man she passes until she sees the sudden flash of a flame.
"What was that?"