In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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Ezra sits in an off-sided corner of the shop, picking at the sticky remnants of a coffee ring on his table. He normally looked tired, but today his sullen expression gave way even more. It seemed a little irresponsible of people to leave crumbs and spilled drinks on tables, and while Ezra wasn't going to whip out a cloth and wipe the table down, he did want to make the job easier for whoever worked here.
Rolling the gunk out of his fingernail, Ezra looked about the shop. Nothing seemed out of the norm. No exciting people across the table, or storms around the corner. With a sigh, he would slouch back into his seat, looking down and playing with the tassels on his scarf. Nothing interesting ever happened, and the monotony was really starting to get to him.
It seemed to be useless. Waiting for something exciting to happen proved... Underwhelmingly boring. Ezra yawned, his eyes growing heavy. This sort of thing always happened: Ezra would get his hopes up, walk around town, and sit alone in a booth. The little sugary ring no longer marred the table, but the stain was weakened and forever a shade lighter than it was before. Ezra felt a strange sense of sympathy for the table... And a little more humility.
Where was everybody? This place was beginning to feel like the old village. If Ezra had to live through a repeat of that, well... He might not be able to get out of bed in the morning. If he only had a weapon, Ezra could do something about the world outside, the darkness suffocating stars.
A tall, thin man came in through the door, seeming to have some difficulty handling both it and the bag over his shoulder until he finally stumbled through, shuffling to stay on his feet. He first went to a table and deposited his bag, some papers spilling out across the surface, a mess of symbols from multiple alphabets evident on their pages. He sat for a moment and spread the pages out, covering nearly the entire table in stacks of documents, some being dangerously close to overlapping with nearby piles.
Taking a deep breath, he collected himself. Once his focus was taken from his things, he got up and went to the counter. Coffee was something he had always found disgusting, but places like this often had tea, which would help him keep his focus as he did his work. Once he got his tea, he sat back down and got to scanning through the piles.
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Ezra knew that he was alone in the shop's parlor with the man, but watched the documents for him nonetheless. Needless to say, nobody came to ruin the man's work.
The bags under his eyes seemed to lighten as Ezra considered the new guest. Who could this be? A courier, perhaps, merely sorting out his deliveries inside a warm shop before braving the weather outside once more. However, surprises had come in more inconspicuous packages before, and Ezra warned himself to not judge to quickly. The man could very well be able to defend himself.
Returning his mug to the counter, Ezra approached the man's table, keeping his distance from the documents. He didn't want to impose. Much of Ezra's mass actually came from his heavy black sweater, which muffled his movements slightly. He waved from the opposite side of the man's table, a polite smile taking residence on his face.
