A certain pink-haired woman, one that is notably wanted, is noticeably nowhere to be found.

Despite her bounty, the unregistered vampire up until recently could still be seen in and around the area of the Spire-town.

Wherever could she have gone...?

After a night of fey wildness, mischief, costumes, drinking, and games, those who visited the now-torn-down courtyard would receive a thank-you note and a charm bracelet attached to commemorate their night spent among the fey.

Once everyone had left that night, a certain stranger sat behind, cleaning up the party, sitting ... quite gratefully on their lonesome. 

That night, when they passed by their reflection, something irked them; as did many of the events that conspired that night. It's said that the stranger turned, went off from their precious party with a silhouetted, shadowy figure, and did not return home to the caravan for many hours after. 

While they were quick to retire to their wagon, which already was chock-full of some of the people they love most ...

Oracle, slumped over on the bottom of the pile.
Bishop and Gonzo knotted together like spaghetti noodles, with Grimshaw leant against Gonzo's shoulder, having not even finished taking out her braids ...
Elijah Cross and Renna Mercedes in the corner of their bed, curled up. 
Zalara, Laurel, Phoebe, even that terrible, terrible fish of a man, Lakan ... and goodness, they could have sworn Sodalite was perched on a roof somewhere, sleeping like a cat.

With their beloved Cabaret all stuffed into their little wagon, they find themselves smiling fondly despite the mess, crawling into bed, squeezing between them, to which they'd surely wake up beneath the pile like Oracle was, as they always did. Under those strange people, those strange people who could adore such an emotionless thing as it, to dress it up, to warm it no matter how bitter its cold skin was to touch, no matter how stubborn, nor empty; they'd always try and fill that terrible thing.

A long night's rest well deserved after such a hectic night; yet that strange thing doesn't sleep; it does not need to. It thinks of, for once, the things ... the people it is grateful to have: a certain blue-haired troublemaker, and a silent mountain.

They hope, too, that they are resting well.

...

In the morning, while the Cabaret is exhausted and does not meet its usual reputation of early rising ...

It is found that while no name has been posted on the Caravan itself, a single pronoun card has been slotted, put up, reading:

Hello, My name is ____ 
My pronouns are: They/Them.

OOC Note: 
Egg Crack.

I'm asking that The Stranger is primarily referred to as they/them! She/her is also acceptable, or any sort of neopronouns (it/its). Male address is not off the table, such as man, mister, sir, etc., though pronoun-wise, this is how they would like to be addressed!

The Fall of an Eclipsing Sky

A return of a fleet of Caravans winds over the horizon line past Albern's to The Spire. One by one, carriages and tents are hoisted back into the Spire's Walls, carting with them a series of injured Spiregoers... And yet.. Despite their injuries, wounds, grievous and minimal - there's a look upon their faces. 

Word spreads quick: The Spire has taken down the base of Locke and Keye; the forces of the Steele Watch and Enzo's coalition have banded together to raid the Organization's largest front - Destroying Further Production of Bloodwrought. With teams led by Eryx, Perseus and Azuran - the base became nothing but a cindering pile of ash in the Spire's wake...

...But what happened to...?

Alongside the Caravans - there's hushed whispers regarding the outcome of the fight... Who fell, who lived. Fabian Locke - the true name of Franklin Keye, appears to have survived the encounter... Dorian Locke, however... 

The fate of his life now falls in the hands of The Spire's judgment call - its unclear if he is captured or indisposed of, yet... But the lock has been shattered.

Alongside this victory, missing faces return home: Elkaj, and whispers of a wine-eyed Vampire... 

A massive victory for the denizens of the Spire - the question is now: what will be the fate of the final survivors? Dr. Lyrian, Caine Abel, McRoyce and Fabian himself...?

The Dominoes have begun to Fall.

Playing ignorant to the flames that have befallen Locke & Keye, or perhaps merely dancing in them, as she does most often, a notice is placed in seedy alleys, undercity tables, and trees she is most fond of; tall, lanky, with abnormal branches. The writer, of which, was unseen during the downfall ...
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SEEKING WORK: QUALIFIED ENTERTAINER, WONDERFUL REVIEWS, EXPERIENCED PROFESSIONAL

"When the actors are gone, will I be the only one on this stage? The only company left for me will be the costumes of kindred souls taken from me?"

Starts the notice: a quote from a letter left unsent. Beneath are numerous drawings lined up.

The face of one doll-ish Mellory ...

The crimson veil of one Grendel ...

.... And the hound-ish muzzle of one coyote.

"When the flames arise and take this stage, doctor, I will move on to wider stages and brighter lights, but I will always look fondly upon our performance ... I will see it to its conclusion, oh dear artist of mine." 

A hint: someone is still here, or, at the very least, lurking in the shadows; a theatrical intermission. 

"When I take my bow, the sky will light up with showering stars and confetti will burst in grand shades of red, but I, yes, I, will remain."

Signed, with love for all of her adoring fans:

-Dahlia, Actor of many faces, for hire after the season's finale.

A bank in peril, and a knight called to action.
A trio answers the call. A dark blue armor'd knight, a stoic green-eyed squire and a long haired starry-faced squire.

As told, all hostages were rescued, the bandit group was arrested, and a husband and wife reunited.
The day saved by the trio, but not without incident.
The two squires do not return.
Instead...

Three knights return to the Spire.

The Knights of the Open Sky have been born.

[!]

In the middle of the night, two men armed with a club and a pair of brass knuckles are left near the gates of the guardhouse tied together by rope, unconscious and sporting a few bruises caused by whip and punches alike. Pinned to the clothes of one of them is a note that read thus;

«Caught attempting a mugging on a woman near the Catnap Inn. Took care of it.

Signed,

Cob-Web»

𓅨✩°｡⋆☽₊‧ ˖⁺⋆  The Crashing Tides of Blood and Justice ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽⋆｡°✩𓅨

A group of wayward adventurers return from a paid mission gone awry. Slashed in heavy spellwork and bruised and battered by forces beyond the bounds a typical mortal could muster. The rumor flies quick upon the wind, as a crow's feather dances on the wind: It was only One Enemy. The monochrome doctor has been stained in the sanguine tides of red blood; he hunkers those who are wounded, stabilized, into the hospital before departing soon after, path split as the masked vigilante Cob-Web is seen departing the scene as well. 

From the sombre gaze of those involved: it seems the fight was not concluded. Whomever, or Whatever did this... Still roams amidst the Spire... 

[Rumor from the Justice is Blind eventline ran by @Captain_Cynical] 

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          ---An Introspective Journey into the Woods.
On the night before the first day of his tenth week of existence, a diminutive Void-Touched could be seen lurking through the streets. Wrapped in a cloak and with a rucksack slung over their shoulder, Grove stops by a few vendors before heading off into the woods. Their demeanor has changed; they stand taller and more confidently. The sparkle in his eyes is gone, swapped for a steely resolve.

When asked by passers-by what he is doing, all Grove replies with is "Growing up."

Curiously, eagle-eyed people on the street would spot a book on Fey-Speak wrapped in their tails. 

[!]

Kyrus has set out to sea, back into the mists that had just spat him out. The Sands on the Wind, his trusty ship, steered in a desire for vengeance. Those who were near the shore when his ship departed would report him humming a Mistan tune...

After a voyage out to end the pale curse, Averie laid slain but not all returned..

Those who would perhaps seek the commonly social cheerful Greatling, would not be able to find her doing her usual helping anywhere.

Where did she go?