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7 travellers have arrived from the Outrealms

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"Ah, visitors? Welcome to Ylisse."

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Shifters || FeMorgan & Eren

Well, no one had ever guaranteed a smooth passage in the Outrealms. Morgan was glad she had gotten used to bumpy rides in the back of the convoy wagons, but she was also still glad she'd thought to eat lightly and pack food for later before she'd stepped through the Gate. If it came down to it, perhaps she could forage for roots or find a way to purchase food in whatever world she wound up in... but of course avoiding such situations would be best. Besides, there was enough food for herself and Gerome for a few days, given proper rationing. Wait, why was she thinking about food? I'm not turning into Stahl, am I? The only thing the half-taguel could think was she hoped not as light shone before her, signifying the end of her trans-dimensional journey.

Her boots hit the ground with a muted thud, and it took the tactician a moment to find her balance. As with the few times she'd gone to other worlds, it was an alleyway, devoid of people. So far her luck was holding out for her... or maybe not. Even as the thought of surveying her surroundings passed through her head there was the sound of people screaming, and the thunder of many feet. Crowds of people - civilians, from their clothing and reactions - were all fleeing northward, utter terror stamped on their faces. What were they running from? Sapphire blue turned to look in the direction the crowds were coming from as she emerged from her spot, and knew instinctively that she had come to this world at a very, very bad time.

The first thing that drew her attention were the walls. Even from here they were visible, and from the shadow that they cast on the buildings the raven estimated them to be at least fifty thousand paces tall. The wall seemed to encircle the entire settlement, disappearing behind the buildings close to her even as her gaze swept over them to follow their route, ignoring the people shoving past her. But it wasn't the sheer magnitude of the wall, impressive as it was, that caused dread to form a cold, heavy ball in her gut.

It was the colossal thing that peered over it.

Words dried in her throat as Morgan stared at it in horrified awe. It looked like a person's head, only with eyes far too small for a head that size. It lacked any form of skin; she could see its red flesh and the tendons and ligaments that connected muscle to bone. Steam poured off it as if it were a boiling kettle. What on earth was it!?

"The titans! The titans have breached the wall!"

The cry came from somewhere nearby, but it caused the people around her to go into states of hysterics. Screams of absolute fear tore at her eardrums as the townsfolk surged northward with renewed vigour, desperate to get away from these "titans." Morgan was dumbfounded. Titans? That massive thing up there was a ti--

Gone. It was gone, only the vapour it exuded testimony to its earlier existence. What happened? Where did it go? Had it backed away from the wall? Why were people terrified if it was gone? The tactician's head swung this way and that, searching for a better vantage point. Attempting to get past the stream of terrified civilians was like trying to ford a rain-laden river in the wrong place. Even as she cut her way across she was buffeted along with the current, but at last she slipped into another alleyway. Here there was an awning covering what looked like supplies. Perfect, some of the crates and barrels were stacked so she could climb them. Scrambling up, the girl tested the awning. It was flexible enough, and held her weight. For a moment Morgan looked down.

"Hold on, Gerome, this is gonna get a little bumpy."

She started small, testing the limits of the fabric, but it held strong, and with each bounce she went higher and higher. Her aim wasn't the roof; that was too high for her, even with this makeshift springboard, but rather the window set a little ways above. Higher... higher... As quickly as she could she stabbed her blade through the slit of the window, and hung there for a moment, gripping the handle with all her might. Then, grunting with exertion, she reached up and held onto the sill before crawling up. From here, the roof was within easy reach.

The moment she was up there, Morgan didn't want to come down.

In the distance to the southwest was a very obvious hole. That enormous head had been close to that area a few minutes ago... had it done that? What did it do, kick the wall until there was a hole? Yes, and from the looks of it, it had intelligence. Even from this distance, Morgan could tell that spot was different from the others. It must have been a gate, which meant there had to have been a gatehouse... and that meant a weak point in the wall. Sly bastard...

And its purpose was all too clear. At once Morgan knew why the people were terrified. It wasn't the massive chunks of broken gate that had demolished many of the houses and edifices close to the breach. It was the things that were coming through the hole. From here, she couldn't quite make out what they were, but they looked eerily humanoid...

A smell on the wind; Morgan took one sniff and gagged. Blood. Death. Something was happening. And whatever it was, those humanoid things coming through that hole in the broken wall were likely part of it. Sapphire hues hardened as they swept the rooftop landscape, plotted her route, and began to make her way southwest.

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stars - armin | eren

Night descended slowly over the training camp, draping dusky clouds over the sky. The last vestiges of daylight drained away into a crimson smear on the western horizon, and lamps lit up all around the training camp. Trainees were flooding into the barracks, having just come from assorted types of lessons. 

Armin tried his best to blend in, joining the crowd from an adjoining building. It was more than just slightly difficult to be inconspicuous with one arm in bandages.

He fought his way through the throng, blue eyes scanning the crowd for the two silhouettes he wanted to see the most. He found only one.

"Eren! Wait!"

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