The Fireworks That Never Fall
Every night this week, fireworks burst over the harbor and hang in the sky like frozen flowers—no ash, no sound after the first pop. Sailors swear the lights spell docking fees owed to something beneath the waves. Find who is buying silence from the city, cut the fuse at its source, or negotiate tribute before the harbor becomes a permanent constellation.
Suggested NPCs
Elara Stormrider
- Human
- Female
- Adult
Role
- Occupation
- Beast veterinarian
Character
- Motivation
- Stopping their apprentice from publishing the true names
- Personality
- Modest and unassuming
- Background
- Portable shade peddler with a hatbox of noon
Details
- Quirk
- Jingles coins when impatient
- Speaking style
- Speaks in formal third person
- Private fear
- Happy endings they do not deserve
- Secret
- Already died; the necklace keeps them walking
- Signature item
- Gloves that stain when shaking guilty hands