Around midnight, under the light of the moon. A bright-haired figure could be seen walking towards the shoals.   Not long after, a single blinking light could be seen. Then, it vanished under the waves, extinguished.    A light in remembrance of someone unknown.

At some point in the middle of the night, close to dawn, a maskless Jester was seen guiding a certain Centurion towards the hospital.  The Centurion seemed to be badly beaten, but alive. Bite marks up and down his neck, scratches upon his face, and an eye missing. Perfectly taken from its place upon the body. . A letter, hardly visible from a distance upon his wrist.   One might wonder- who… or what? Did they encounter?   

Event desired: Searching for a fallen starNumber of players: 2-4Timezone(s): GMT (potentially some EST, party not yet set)Special requests (i.e. unique loot, enemies, etc. that may require additional lore team approval): Potentially star silver, but that isn't really my main goalNotes (Any additional information for the event):  Premise:  Spoiler Aoi is a girl who loves the stars, she herself having been told she shines like one. Though, total darkness- the abcense of any light, scares her. Though, the moon and the stars never have. The one thing that always seemed to guide, even when hope was never there.   After a conversation with someone sat at the Lady's shrine, she has wondered what a star that has fallen looks like. Does it still glow? Does it still burn hot? She had questions, but he didn't have an answer. So, she decided, she will watch for a falling star and when one does, she'll follow it. She'll find where it has landed and she will bring that star home

[!] It took a week or so to prepare. But, citizens would notice that the spire seemed to flood with a number of individuals for a brief time. They were dressed in a uniform, dark black, and on the back, a gilded rose. It would not take long to realize that they had appeared within the spire for a funeral. A coffin was carried down the street, followed by a crying woman holding a small child.  Behind them, followed the Rose and Co. Mercenary company, on their way to put their captain to rest. Besides the company, only two would know the coffin was missing a body. Later that evening, an after-party was held. A painting of a man who would be familiar to some individuals. Below the painting would read:   In loving memory of Artemio 'Mio' Rose May the waves guide him.

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