As requested by Dr Silverrose

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"The Strangest Thing Seth Has Seen"

Her skin was a strange orange, but not of a hue found in nature. It was neither the healthy tan of working folk nor the prized pallor of the aristocracy. Seth smiled for a moment, if they could see him now his kin would think him a proper gentleman, pale and poised with the smile of one who had seen it all before.
Well perhaps not everything, there was still the matter of the ghastly creature in the street before him. Her hair was scraped back into the most severe of pony tails serving to highlight the shape of the skull in such a manner as to fascinate any amateur anatomist.
Her clothes were of a fabric unknown to him, it shone like silk but had an ugly heavy look to it, there was no shape to it and while he was no follower of fashion Seth had always been of the impression that rich apparel was supposed to flatter the form not disguise it completely.
He watched her wobble up the cobbles towards him, stinking of beer and laughing with a strange braying sound. She stopped a moment, looking through a window up at a smart young lady, sat at a desk fingers whirring away at one of those strange contraptions. Now here was a proper lady, smartly turned out and with noble blood, high cheeks and swanlike neck. Yet here was the wretch in the street, gold on her fingers and a smile on her lips.
What a world this was that nobility and knaves should swap places.

[Forsaken] The Hall of Heroes

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OOC: Written for Harm, not really in continuity.

The hall was wooden with high ceilings that amplified the sound within into a wall of noise that hit almost like a hammer as you entered. The heavy doors swung open to reveal rows of wooden tables with benches running alongside them. The tables were laden with food of all kinds along with various drinks, most of which seemed to be alcoholic. The benches of the hall were filled almost to capacity with a strange collection of people. They were a mix of men and women, many of whom were dressed in armour from a wide range of cultures and time periods.

The sound levels in the hall seemed to die down slightly as a figure entered the hall. She was a young woman with blonde hair and wearing black biker leathers. As she paused in the doorway for a moment one of the figures on the benches stood up.

This figure was a woman and more modernly dressed, wearing light coloured trousers and shirt with a brown waistcoat over the top. Her long brown hair hung down her back in a plait, swaying slightly as she moved. A broad grin spread across her scarred face and as she reached the young blonde woman she enveloped her in a bear hug.

"Good to see you my sister. Didn't expect to see you here yet." Her tone of voice was a mixture of joy and sorrow.

The blonde woman returned the hug fiercely, "Sheena! I missed you."

Sheena grinned, "Well you have plenty of stories to tell me I'm sure. And I need to show you around. Lots of old warhorses to meet. Welcome to the Hall of Heroes."

Her companion's eyes grew wide for a moment, "Wow..." She sounded somewhat stunned.

Sheena's grin broadened, "You more than deserve to be here. I always knew you'd surpass me Harm."

Harm suddenly looked on the verge of tears and Sheena hugged her again, "Come on, I should show you around, and introduce you to my father..."

With that the two of them headed into the hall, a cheer rising from the figures on the benches as the doors swung closed behind them.