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ABRAXAS MODS ([personal profile] abraxasmods) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2023-02-19 07:02 am
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EVENT #12: INVOCATION - IC EVENT LOG (PART 1)

Event #12 - Invocation ( 1 )

Beginning on February 20th, one by one, the Summoned will go missing throughout the week. As the disappearances escalate, it becomes clear that more sinister forces are afoot...especially when Solvunn eventually comes forward to announce that Josselyn Creed, one of their Council members, is also missing.

How events proceed will depend in part on your actions. Whether you've been captured or if you've been left behind, each of the Summoned will have a role to play.

NOTES

  1. A Coordination Post will be used for communications between mods and players both. You can request dice rolls, start investigations, submit or review notable incidents, and begin in-person network-style threads with each other to quickly play out IC interactions. Review the post for forms and other details to fully participate in this event.

  2. Using the Network is plot-relevant! You can make open posts on [community profile] abraxasnet or include (disrupted) network messages in your top levels in the IC Event Log below. Messages intended to be private can be accidentally made public or sent to the wrong person, so play with that how you wish. Network messages sent or seen by any of the Lost will be distorted or incomplete in some way, regardless of the source. Messages will work as usual if sent and received between the Spared.

  3. Don't feel the need to interact with every aspect of the event. We've provided multiple engagement options for flexibility, but we want to make sure players don't get overwhelmed by the sense that they need to do everything available (though you can if you'd like!)

Feel free to ask us questions. This event contains a lot of information to go over, so we're happy to clarify further. We'd much prefer you ask to avoid any misunderstandings or confusion!
Week 1
How it starts depends on where you are, who you know, and what you've been doing. Some of you will notice your friend didn't come home as they said. Maybe their belongings are in their room, but they're nowhere to be found. Then again, people can be late. After all, officials have been pulling folks in for questioning. You ask around. You wait. You begin to wonder if they've faded from Abraxas, as others have in the past. Upsetting to be sure, though not unheard of.

Or maybe you spot something that isn't right: a familiar broken necklace in the woods, a runaway horse, or a garbled message you can't read. Are they really gone from the world? Is something more ominous at play? You can take your suspicions to officials in hopes they'll listen to you.

For those who venture into the wrong place at the wrong time - whether to look for a missing friend or another reason - you'll quickly understand your mistake as robed and masked figures surround you.

Reports of the missing Summoned are filtering in. Characters can continue to make reports throughout the event for other players to reference.

Abduction | The Lost
CW: Disturbing imagery (text and visual), death, dark and horror-based themes.

Where do they find you? Not in any populated areas, that's certain. You're likely caught somewhere isolated: outside the protective castle walls or in the rural countryside of Nott, out in the desert wastelands or darkened Libertas alleyways, the thick woods of Solvunn or the empty ocean shoreline at night.

You don't know how they find you, though you might've heard them coming - too late, of course. Or maybe you confronted them in an attempt to save a friend? Magic shrouds the figures in mystery. Their voices are hauntingly distorted and impossible to identify. They smell like strange herbs and rotted earth. They do bleed, however. If you fight back, you could take down one or two - but you're soon overwhelmed by their magic or their sheer force.

The last thing you'll remember seeing is a bizarre mask looking down at you. Then your world goes black.
Awakening
As you slowly awaken, you'll find yourself inside a fungus-like growth that lines the cavern walls outside, high and low. Though nearly pitch-black within, the small space means you might quickly realize you are not alone as you bump up against another body. You wonder, is this person alive? If you're fortunate, you'll be with another Summoned. If you're alone and too weak or wounded, you'll need to rely on someone else to rescue you. Hopefully, someone will come along.

And break out you'll have to. Around you is a slimy digestive fluid. Your skin burns, and your eyes water. You'll have to push and claw at the soft membrane opening until it grows wide enough to crawl out. If luck favors you, you'll be safe on the ground. If not, you'll be up on a rocky protrusion and will need to climb down. Try not to slip and fall - that's a long drop. Vines might help, but they're rough and sandpapery, and some have small thorns.

More of those plant traps are everywhere. They pulse as new captives arrive. Some break free on their own, but others might need help, whether they're a fellow Summoned or a native of Abraxas caught in this unfortunate situation alongside you. Do you recognize them? Are they a stranger or the local fisherman you pass by sometimes in the mornings? Other plants, when opened, will reveal the decaying half-dissolved bodies of those who never made it out.

There are no guards. As you peer upwards, you understand why: the stone ceiling is impossibly high, and thick cavern walls surround you. Your prison is formed from the earth itself. While not small, there's nowhere to run. The air around you constantly shimmers as if hiding something beyond its veil. Despite the pit's modest size, it's easy to get turned around, with landmarks and details changing each time you look. You swear a giant rock was there just earlier...wasn't it?
Surviving
Escape is key, but first, you'll need to live that long. You aren't separated from the other Summoned. Instead, you've been tossed into this enclosed pit together - Summoned and native Abraxans alike - and it's up to you to survive. A few of the captured natives claim they've been here for weeks, and they're the lucky ones. Many haven't made it this far. Corpses, some fresh and others days old, tell you all you need to know.

◎ Weapons & Powers
Your weapons are gone, but you might find a scrap left unnoticed: a ring, a match, or a tasty apple in your pocket. Your captors didn't bother taking everything. It won't give you a firm upper hand, but it's better than nothing.

If you try to call on your powers, they'll only work in fits and spurts, sputtering out or appearing very weak. They might even backfire if you force it. Enhanced senses and physical abilities will be equally unstable. Sounds could become painfully loud. Smells grow muted. You feel weak. You may not heal as quickly.

You aren't out of options. Sharp rocks, vines, and even old bones can help you defend yourself, while leaves and a few common plants can soothe your wounds. You just need to think on your feet. Try investigating a crevice or an old shrine. You could find something useful, though don't be surprised if it comes with a price.

◎ Network & Horizon
Messages through the network have similar troubles: though you may not realize it at first, anything you send and receive will be disrupted, missing words, or it'll fail to arrive altogether. They could reach the wrong person or be made public when you intended it to be private. Any open network posts or received messages will be similarly distorted and difficult to read - if you see them at all.

You can go into the Horizon, but a constant high-pitched hum and frequent ground tremors make concentrating (and sleep) difficult. If you manage to enter, chances are you'll be forced out within a couple of minutes. Still, you might be able to communicate inside just enough to hold out hope for a rescue.

◎ Food & Resources
Food is scarce. Inexplicably, husks of corn grow around you despite there being no cornfield. It'd be a boon if most of them weren't blackened with rot. Dig through to find a few edible cobs. Large grubs can make for a tasty snack, while snakes and rodents provide some meat for those who are quick. You'll need to cook your food (unless you're someone who doesn't - lucky you), but you can make a fire if you know what you're doing, or you get a rare spark of magic. Just be sure to put it out at night. You'll attract dangerous beasts if you don't.

A well sits in a far corner. Sometimes it runs dry, so fighting over water is common. Drink what you can when you can. You'll spend most of your time thirsty, but you won't die from it (probably). The water won't make you sick, though its taste is questionable.

◎ Environment
Alongside hard rocky ground, several areas beneath your feet are soft and moist. Each squelching step sends the nauseating stench of mold and decay into the air. You can't help but ask yourself: what are you even walking on? It's too dark to tell, but that might be worse as your imagination runs away with you. Temperatures fluctuate while dead trees rise around you. Fungal growths form along the walls and the ground. Without daylight, the passage of time is unclear. The days blur into one another.

Though the area isn't vast, you'll have space to spread out. Some parts are more comfortable or safer than others, lined with moss rather than a sticky substance or rough ground. You can fight over these coveted spots or generously offer them to those who need them most. There are also nooks and crannies to hide in or search through. Beware of traps, brambles, and other hazards.

◎ Threats & Monsters
You might hear from the natives, in hushed tones, that when a howling shriek sounds, you best be quiet before you draw the attention of an lumbering beast they call the Bone Serpent - so named for its long bony limbs that extend into the pit like a snake to snatch up unsuspecting souls. Living roots hide among the petrified trees and thick boulders. Take care when sleeping - you might find yourself tightly wrapped in roots upon waking, constricting you until you can break free or someone else aids you.

And in the darkest of shadows, a humanoid fiend crawls along the ceilings. Its scraping and dragging announce its arrival. The others will tell you they do not know if there is more than one or if it can't be killed. All they know is that when it dies, the body dissolves, and soon there is another stalking the pit.

Fellow captives can also be dangerous, including the Abraxan natives. Some struggled to survive long before you came, making them desperate and willing to do anything. Others are easily frightened, see the more powerful Summoned like you as a threat, or even blame you for their predicament. Whatever the case, you'll find that you're not all in this together - and you'll need to watch your back.

◎ The Acolytes
Your captors, known only as Acolytes, appear in and out without warning, as if through mist and illusion. They won't acknowledge the prisoners and seem to view you all as lambs before the slaughter. They aren't invincible, though. You can attack them, though it's risky. The outcome might be worth it. The Acolytes are most vulnerable when they come to refresh the spells and illusions that hold the structure in place. They'll be in pairs or threes. Watch closely. You might notice a few have hidden injuries, likely earned when capturing some of you.

(Attacking an Acolyte requires rolling for the outcome if you intend to have some measure of success. If you want your character to fail, then there's no need to roll.)

Other environmental threats can include gaps in the ground, tripping hazards, falling rocks, and critters such as spiders, snakes, and rats. Characters are free to devise weapons and tools from what they have available and their pooled resources or skills. Surviving should be difficult and harrowing, but not impossible.

Finally, the native NPCs captured with the Summoned can be treated like any non-mod NPC in the factions. You can make up their names, rescue them from a monster, fight them, and even kill them. The Acolytes won't interfere, though other characters might.

Opportunities (Investigations)
Keep your eyes open: chances to help yourself will arise. This can come in the form of scattered items, trails of magic, or even one of your captors. Some things will assist in the immediate term, while others will aid you later on - possibly helping you in your escape.

Characters can investigate or interact with any of the items provided in whatever way you want: poke it, speak to it, set it on fire, or even make use of what little powers you have left. Not every attempt will be a success, but we can assure you that every interaction will yield something interesting!

◎ Mysterious Acolyte | Interact
One of the Acolytes stands out from the others. Though robed, her hood is down. She's unmasked, revealing a unusual appearance. She frequently appears with two other Acolytes, who hover close by her side. Are they protecting her or guarding her? Her demeanor is calm, but sometimes her hands wring nervously. As she walks, she occasionally leans down to pick certain plants and mushrooms and place them in a small pouch.

◎ Crevices / Tunnels | Interact
Hidden in the walls and ground are crevices and small tunnels you can look through. Often, you'll find bones, though occasionally you come across what feels like a decaying corpse - human or animal, as well as strange moist fungus and crystal formations. You can search through with your hands, use what little magic you have, or do anything that comes to mind. You might get something useful, or you might trigger something you shouldn't have.

◎ Eerie Shrines | Interact
Around you are shrines that seem to have grown out of the earth itself. A dark aura emanates from the statues. The material is wood-like and hard as stone. An odd symbol is inscribed on the side of each shrine. Unlike the dilapidated shrines, the symbols look freshly painted using a dark substance. There are also notches at the shrine's base as if something is meant to slot into them.

(Depending on how many characters seek to investigate a shrine, about 3-5 shrines are in the area. Illusory effects can obscure a shrine if you need to explain why your character is unsure of how many there are!)

Discovery | The Spared
Back home, you might not feel so lucky when your friends are missing, and more continue to vanish as the week goes on. You might've been one of the first to notice, or maybe you're the last to realize. Most of your time will likely be spent gathering evidence, looking for a trail, or talking to your fellow Summoned about what they know. You could also file a report to officials to convince them something's truly wrong. Should you investigate a friend's vanishing, you could find traces of blood, but no bodies will be found.

For some, you might receive disrupted messages through the Singularity's network: missing words, scrambled text, and faded handwriting. Is it from another Summoned? It's possible you haven't spoken to this individual much or at all - as though their message has gone to the wrong person. When you try to meet them in the Horizon, they can't maintain a connection for longer than a minute or two. What they do manage to tell you sounds terrifying, with descriptions of dark pits, decaying corpses, and bizarre monsters.

By the end of the week, all of the Summoned will be gathered together by faction officials to receive an update. Once the meeting is over, you'll have the chance to speak to each other and share information, as well as begin to consider your next course of action.

Since Week 1 is about the disappearances of close CR, we won't provide too much direction for this section so players can focus on individual interactions and the emotional impact between characters. Heavy plot details and investigations will be provided in Week 2.

If you're unsure of where to start, consider interacting with other characters after the Summoned faction meeting, going to the various known gathering hubs in each faction, or have your character begin searching or investigating solo and see who meets up with you along the way!

Solvunn
Rowan March will present a record of all Council meetings in which Josselyn was absent. You'll notice a pattern that Josselyn was missing more and more in the weeks and months leading up to and after the mediation. Rowan believed she was attempting to make trade deals in secret with the Free Cities and Thorne - hence removing her from the negotiation table in Luna - but he is no longer sure this is the case.

The Council will inform those gathered that they will tell Thorne and the Free Cities about Josselyn's disappearance by Week 2. They hope this decision will prevent any potential fallout. They also hope that Solvunn's neutral position and recent assistance after the attacks have generated enough goodwill that the other two nations will provide any information they may have on Josselyn, seeing as Josselyn had trade connections with both places.

Outside, the locals and Elders will attempt to give you offerings to help you find your way to the lost. They'll encourage you to bring those offerings to the shrines around the settlements, especially those dedicated to lost travelers. You don't have to - but maybe it won't hurt? If you make your offerings, you might discover an odd aura around the shrines you visit. Keep an eye on that. You'll be able to investigate in Week 2 under the next section.

Isar Hart will be arriving from the Secondary Settlement to temporarily join the Council, though he prefers to remain on the outskirts where he can. Where Josselyn has frequently been turned away or left out of discussions, Isar seems to have the full trust of both Winifred Bordeaux and Rowan.
Thorne
If you know any of the Summoned currently outside the Castle, you'll be requested by Thorne to help bring them back to the Castle so their presence can be accounted for. They won't be forced to, but they'll be strongly advised it's for the best. You'll also be assigned guards for protection who'll accompany you when visiting the rural areas of Nott.

If you have magic knowledge, you can follow directions from the mages to put up wards to guard the Castle and the city itself. Borrel will send more of their military into Castle Thorne, as well as Nott. Due to the Summoned's frequent travels to Nott lately, the Castle will focus attention there for once.

Apprentice mages could further use help refilling supplies for potions and spells or gathering spell books from the library. If you're not inclined towards magic, you can assist with carrying ingredients or tracking down misplaced tomes.

Anastasia Rhett will be arriving from Hayle via portal. She'll be, for once, working with the High Mage and her brother, Ambrose Rhett - though how well they work together is another issue. You might hear the occasional whispered argument outside their temporary shared office. The King will also make his presence known.
Free Cities
News is slowest to reach officials in the Free Cities. The bureaucracy of a large city, combined with an influx of refugees and heightened tensions, means even the Summoned run into trouble making themselves heard. Once they do realize things are awry, they move quickly. The army and city guards, concentrated in Libertas to patrol, are pulled back to Cadens.

Unlike Thorne, the Free Cities is more concerned with keeping their citizens in place. A curfew is instilled at sundown. As a Summoned, you're an exception, free to come and go. You're warned to travel in pairs and groups and to avoid isolated areas. If you're capable, you can help patrol and herd citizens back into their homes if they venture out at night.

You can also wind and release the mechanical pigeons (or repair any damaged ones) sent to fly over the city and the desert to observe. They can only fly for roughly an hour before their core needs to be recharged.

Fallon Marsh will be arriving in Cadens alongside Quilleth Kaur to join up with Aleksander Klingel. While rumors say the three of them had a falling out, they're now in the same room together, though they avoid doing so when not necessary.

Week 2
By now, you've likely made contact with each other. Though you probably haven't been able to talk long or exchange much information, you've at least confirmed that most of the lost Summoned are both alive and in Abraxas. Those spared capture will be able to push forward with their investigations and any plans they've made.

Meanwhile, the Summoned who are held will face further trials as some glimpse what lies behind the reason they were taken.
Test of Faith | The Lost
CW: Disturbing imagery (text and imagery), mild gore, body horror, dark and horror-based themes, ceremonial rituals

As the sleepless days and nights fade into each other, it's easy to fall into an uneasy routine. That's soon disrupted. If you've been chosen, you'll wake to find yourself completely alone and surrounded by a dense fog.

Out of that fog emerge the Acolytes. They won't give you a chance to come peacefully. Instead, your hands are bound by sharp thorny vines that sap your strength, making your struggling ineffective. Though the fog is impossible to see through, the Acolytes appear to know where they're leading you. The further you go, the staler the air grows. Above all, you can smell blood, like stepping into a slaughterhouse.

When the mist finally clears, you see an altar looming. You might be alone, or you might be with one, two, or even several others. There's no rhyme or reason for how many or when, as if the Acolytes are experimenting with different methods.

You can play out the ritual alone, with other characters, or involve NPCs (who may live through it or not). You may also opt out of threading altogether and only write the aftermath.

Which stages your character goes through is your decision. If you'd prefer your character have a mild experience, they can pass out after the first stage before the full ritual completes. The Acolytes will deem them a "failure," but this won't impact the effects characters receive afterwards.
The Ritual / Visions
At the altar, the Acolytes announce that you have been chosen to commune with the gods, a process they believe the Summoned are more susceptible to than the natives. All signs point to this: the Singularity has manifested memories and visions through you, given shared dreams, and new powers. They tell you they will help you reach your full ascension and that, in the end, you may feel yourself becoming one with the old gods yourself. You should be grateful for the honor.

◎ Stage 1: Consumption
As you're pushed roughly to your knees, the thorny vines grow into the blood-soaked earth. They root you to the spot - but this is the least of your worries. A small bowl is placed before you. At first glance, it doesn't look that bad. Maybe even appetizing? You've probably eaten worse in the past few days. Though the offering smells sweet, if you stare at it too long, you wonder if it's moving.

  • If you take a bite, it'll go down smooth and cold, like jelly. You become warm. Your extremities tingle. The sensation is almost pleasant, if somewhat unsettling.

  • If you refuse to eat it, the strange gelatinous orbs burst, unleashing a thick cloud of pollen that'll burn your eyes and nostrils, making it difficult to breathe. Your fingers go numb, and you feel nauseous.
At this point, you might feel faint and go unconscious. If you do, the Acolytes will leave you on the ground while the rest of the ritual continues. If you're fortunate (or unfortunate, rather), you'll remain awake for what follows.

◎ Stage 2: Endurance
Should you remain conscious, you'll feel dizzy and your skin will begin to crawl. Small light-colored spots spread across your skin and nails. The vines wrapped around you turn flesh-colored as if becoming one with you. Spongey growths, sensitive to the touch but not easily broken, begin to cover your body. They pulsate as they spread, inching along like slime mold. Is it real? Are you imagining things?

  • If you're with others, the crawling network of vines twists and conjoins, merging you together. The Summoned fare better - only slightly - but a few who are native to Abraxas might not make it, succumbing on the spot. Abrasions form on their bodies, peeling apart to reveal sharp hard cartilage piercing through the gummy flesh. Small fleshy mouths lined with thorns gape open, hungry for sustenance.

  • If you're alone, the vines will inch towards the corpses and pool of blood by the altar. One body, in particular, is a husk, twisted and bent. The jawbone hangs open in a silent scream. The skull is pulled long and stretched like gum as it melds into the fungal remnants. Whether it was being consumed or becoming part of the mass is unclear.
The experience might be unbearably painful or, perhaps more disturbingly, you might feel nothing except the growing horror of your transformation. Abruptly, everything reverts to normal, as much as anything is normal right now. The growths are gone. You'd question if it were real except the dead remain dead, their bodies hollowed and melded into the roots of the altar.

◎ The Aftermath
With the ritual complete, the Acolytes tell you that the gods have chosen you and that they will return to observe your Ascension. Precisely what they mean is unknown. Weak and injured, you'll need to free yourself from the tangled thorns that hold you. It won't be easy and might shred your hands, but pull hard enough and the roots will come out of the ground. Maybe someone else will be there to help. Either way, once you're free, you'll have to stumble out of the altar room.

A bloodied trail guides your way, left from those who were here before you. It leads you through narrow tunnels overgrown with roots and vines. Prickly brambles claw at you as you squeeze through. You walk and walk with no light ahead - until you simply fall through back into the pit you were taken from.

When you look back, you're faced with a solid wall. Whatever tunnel you came from has vanished. And yet, if you weren't the last taken, you'll see others who disappear next continue to stumble back into the pit from some unknown place.

◎ Effects & Symptoms
You'll undergo different effects depending on if you reject the process or if you succumb to it. The reasons for which category you fall under are unknown. You might oscillate between the two before you eventually surrender to one.

Check the OOC Plotting Post for more information. Effects are opt-in regarding what kind and severity. You can have your character experience light bruising or a headache if you prefer.

  • Rejecting the process will leave you exhausted. You might snap more easily or exhibit a temper unlike yourself - one that could even progress to violence. You may break something or hurt someone you don't mean to, unaware of the uncontrollable burst of strength or magic that strikes you on occasion before leaving you weak and dizzy. Paranoia overtakes you. You see threats that aren't there or attack your friends, believing they've converted and want to harm you. The dim firelight becomes painfully bright. You cough up blood in the night. Sleep is difficult.

    Your skin might bruise and split. Bloody lesions form that refuse to heal. And if you look inside the wound, you may find growths forming within. Sharpened points that look like thorns or teeth line the open flesh. More grow outwards, covering parts or all of your body. A high fever grips you. If you were wounded before this, those wounds might reopen, festering.

  • Succumbing to the process will fill you with an unnatural energy that leaves you unable to sleep at all. You feel the need to "convert" anyone not like you. Those unaffected or undergoing rejection will draw your attention. You want to convince them to receive the same treatment the Acolytes gave you. Should they reject your advances, you begin to grow agitated or even violent. It's for their own good. This is the only way you'll all survive.

    Vivid images overtake you. They might be familiar influences from home or this world, telling you that you're doing the right thing. You hardly notice the lesions that form over your body. Even when someone points it out, you are annoyed by their suggestion you're unwell. You've never felt better. The open wounds start to sprout fungal and plant-like growths that spread over your body. Thin roots sprout from your pores...not unlike those strange creatures that haunted the pit.

As for the NPCs who underwent the ritual with you? The ones who managed to survive? They'll experience the same symptoms, but some might have it even worse, falling ill or dying within a matter of hours. Afflicted as you are, you might be in no position to help them, though your unaffected peers could step in. Indeed, you may even be their biggest threat.

◎ Ascension
Regardless of if you reject or succumb to the process, the ritual burns through you. At its peak, you reach what the Acolytes are hoping for: a vision that they claim will answer all. Certainly, this vision appears to be shared across some of you - but the details may differ slightly.

It begins with pure blank whiteness. For the few - if there are any - of you here who experienced the Horizon at its very inception, through Thorne, you might find the blankness familiar. Your surroundings form slowly around you: building, growing, creating. At first, the landscape isn't noteworthy: a beach cabin, a cozy indoor garden, a lovely mountain lodge. No matter the setting, it's largely mundane aside from the occasional touch of magic. Time passes. It transforms, gradually. Finally, it crystallizes into one of the strange images some of you may have seen when the shared nightmares visited or when you were trapped inside unknown areas inside the Horizon.

In flashes and flickers, you'll also glimpse a shadowed figure. His form and face are unclear, but he evokes a sense of powerful magic and a deep connection to Abraxas.

What does it mean? No one yet knows though the future might unveil more. If you try to enter the Horizon again, you'll only experience pieces of that vision once more. It seems the Horizon is closed to you until your symptoms fully fade. This will take at least a couple of days, but it might be much longer.

If you participated in EVENT #8: MÆRE and/or EVENT #10: AFFLICTION, your character will see one of the images that they experienced during those events. If your character didn't participate or they're brand new, you can pick any one of the images from the gallery linked above.

The Unaffected / Cures
For anyone who didn't "disappear" for the ritual, you won't know what's going on, though you might hear any screams or cries echoing through the caves. Your friends do return within a few hours, but that's not very comforting when something is very wrong with them. The other Summoned are no longer quite themselves. It'll be up to you to aid them, protect them from each other, and help keep things from falling further apart.

Or maybe you'll need to run and hide as they turn on you. You can barricade yourself in small tunnels, fashion weapons, or try to talk them down. This depends on how those around you react and behave after the ritual.

◎ Finding a Cure
Attempts to ease the symptoms can come in many forms. You can try to call on your limited magic or use your knowledge of soothing herbs. These will help temporarily, but a true cure to halt and revert the symptoms altogether will be more drastic.

The native Abraxans whisper that they've seen the Mysterious Acolyte save a few by cutting out the roots and growths. With few options left, you can certainly try it yourself.

  • Succeeding will free the affected Summoned from further symptoms. They'll still need to heal from their remaining injuries, and they will still receive the ascension vision.

  • Failing will cause you to absorb one symptom from the person you're attempting to cure. They'll be permanently free of that effect, but you'll now bear it in return. This will last less than a day rather than the full duration.

If you want to attempt a cure, request a roll on the Coordination Post.

Searching for Escape (Investigations)
As for the Acolytes, they'll want to know what you saw, and they're willing to do anything to extract it from you. There's much more movement throughout the shadows of the cavern. You hear the clank of iron chains, the scrape of sharpening steel, and the scuff of heavy stone tablets. You probably don't want to be here for what lies ahead. Escape is more vital than ever. Thankfully, the Acolytes' distractions afford you further opportunities to investigate and make a plan.

In addition to the investigations in the Windows of Opportunity section above, you'll now have a couple more avenues to investigate. You can use anything you found before to aid you with these new points of interest.

◎ Lifting the Veil | Interact
Before, the misty illusions held firm. Now, after enduring the ascension, you can see through them. You glimpse the Acolytes coming and going instead of watching them vanish and appear from nowhere. You catch sight of a cracked wall and heavy boulder that wasn't there before. Unlike the shifting landmarks, the wall and boulder don't disappear. What lies behind these objects? Does it have something to do with the path the Acolytes take?

◎ Unknown Stranger | Interact
Should you be good with faces, you'll notice a young prisoner about 20 years old who wasn't there before. You can't recall anyone new being brought in, though the Ascension ritual might make you an unreliable source. If you're convinced something isn't right, you can approach the man to try and question him - gently or otherwise. Where did he come from? What is he doing here? He doesn't appear injured or affected, but he does seem extremely frightened. Whether that's an act or genuine is for you to decide.

◎ Mysterious Acolyte: Unusual Charms | Interact
The Mysterious Acolyte from before will continue to make her appearance. She is now alone, no longer accompanied by anyone. She only arrives when the other Acolytes are at their busiest as if taking advantage of their distraction. You may find it possible to speak to her a bit more without the presence of the others. She will also carry a series of gold charms. It dangles from her robes and hums with magic. Do you try to steal one? Ask her about them? Do you search around to see if any of them dropped? And what about the notches you saw in the shrines earlier?

Taking Action | The Spared
CW: Disturbing imagery (text and imagery), dark themes, ceremonial rituals, violence, bodily mutilation or harm.

Officials will grant the Summoned nearly full rein to do what they need to. Of course, there are some regulations they'll expect characters to obey, especially anything that's done in public or broad daylight or involving regular citizens, but officials are willing to turn a blind eye to anyone who goes a bit too far as long as they don't run the risk of compromising the stability of the city or kingdom.

Depending on your goals and alignment, you might consider the chaos advantageous. If that's the case, there are ways to manipulate the situation. It could be an opening for you to look heroic and win over the hearts of the Summoned or faction officials. Or you can interfere with investigation attempts, whether that means providing false information, covering up evidence, or obstructing progress. Take care your true intentions aren't discovered.

Are you the lone wolf type? You're free to head off on your own, but chances are with so many of the Summoned affected, you'll run into someone else as you investigate. The question is, are you okay with that or will this cause problems for everyone involved? You might be reluctant to take on a partner or join a team, but you may not have a choice.

Characters can investigate or interact with any of the paths provided in whatever way you want: interrogation, spying, bribery, use your powers or inventions, depending on the circumstances. Not every attempt will be a success, but we can assure you that every interaction will yield something interesting!

Keep in mind that although officials will likely look the other way - as long as you don't give them a reason otherwise - the other Summoned might not feel the same way. Be sure to communicate with each other to work out any conflicts that might occur between characters.

Connecting with NPCs
If you're well-known among faction officials (Rank 6+), you can speak to known NPCs that you've developed a relationship with. You can ask for their assistance, request resources, or help facilitate or negotiate proposals by other Summoned who might need your help getting their foot through the door. This can include officials outside your faction if you've spoken to them during previous events.

Of course, you don't need to take the lead or talk to any officials if you'd prefer to approach things differently. The individual investigations below are also open avenues for you to help in any way you like.

As noted on the OOC Plotting Post, if you've made any connections through Plot Engagement with an NPC, you're welcome to approach us with any ideas you have regardless of your rank.

Submit a Plot or Contact an NPC
Thorne
Thorne will allow the Summoned to investigate by providing resources and portals to Nott and Borrel. Hayle, due to its isolated location and lack of any recent contact with the Summoned, is not considered part of the investigation. Because Solvunn has been upfront about Josselyn's disappearance, Thorne will tell the Summoned this information.

Although Thorne is willing to take great steps to bring the Summoned back safely, they won't let you damage the monarchy or anyone important. Go too far with the wrong person, and you might find yourself thrown in the dungeons instead, or worse.

◎ Locating Spells | Interact
Locating spells can be done using your learned magic or by assisting Thorne's mages. Items belonging to those who went missing are valued, especially if recovered from the place they were taken. Safer spells have a lower chance of revealing useful details, but that doesn't mean they won't give you answers.

If you're willing to risk it, you can take on more dangerous spells. While Thorne won't let you put any royalty and the Castle's people in harm's way, contained labs are available beneath the Castle. As for those dungeon cells that have been filling up? You could ask to borrow a prisoner if there's something from them you need. Some magical energy? Their life force? Don't let word get out. The monarchy won't support you if you give them a bad reputation.

◎ Tracking Leads | Interact
Mages will open portals for you to go where needed if you have a reason to visit based on information revealed. This can be anything from a clue given by a captured Summoned, the result of a locating spell, or similar. Options include forests, mountainous regions, and the rural areas of Nott or its surrounding farmlands. Once there, you can investigate by visiting suspicious sites, looking at tracks, or using additional spells and locating magic.

◎ Witnesses | Interact
In the rougher areas of Nott, you can come across bandits who might've seen something. Knock on doors, ask around, or even rough up a few people if you want, as long as you're not doing it in front of the locals in broad daylight. Bandits possess less powerful magic than trained castle mages or the nobility, so they're weaker to mind reading and other spells.

Additionally, you can spy or eavesdrop, talk to the soldiers or regular citizens in both Borrel and Nott, or request to question someone if you have reason to find them suspicious. In Nott, bribes of food, spices, and alcohol can get you further than money, given the shortage of crops and goods among the commoners. Take care not to make unsanctioned actions upon royal guards, soldiers, castle mages, or the nobility. Who you engage with makes all the difference.

Not every questionable act has immediate consequences. You might learn information that could save lives in the short term, but long-term might be too high a cost, putting dangerous tools in the hands of officials. Even if you believe it's worth it, would the other Summoned? Will you use this information? Sabotage or hide it for what you believe is the greater good?

◎ Interrogations | Interact
Thorne might have one or two prisoners brought to the dungeons beneath the Castle that soldiers claim know something. Maybe you or one of the Summoned were even responsible for this person's capture. Unlike before, entering the dungeons will not affect your powers, though they will continue to dampen the prisoners' magic.

The guards will allow you to do what you must to these prisoners - though not all of your fellow Summoned may approve. Depending on your status and how much information you stand to gain, the guards might protect you while you go ahead, assist with the process, or they could let you fight your own battles. This will be determined by the mods as you interact and investigate.

Free Cities
The Free Cities will allow the Summoned to investigate by providing resources and portals to Aquila and Libertas, as well as areas of the desert that typically take over a week or more of difficult travel to reach. Because Solvunn has been upfront about Josselyn's disappearance, the Free Cities will tell the Summoned this information.

Although the Free Cities is willing to take great steps to bring the Summoned back safely, they're protective of the image they hold with their citizens, since the government and military rely on the support of the people. Do what you must in the shadows or behind closed doors, but don't damage public relations or make the government look bad. You'll find yourself made an example of if you do.

◎ Inventions & Tactics | Interact
Some inventions are typically available only to the military - until now. Due to the circumstances, the Free Cities will grant you access. These include locator devices that use New Magic similar to a tracking spell and army tracking hounds previously used to recover survivors in Libertas. Items belonging to those who went missing are valued, especially if recovered from the place they were taken. Safer tactics have a lower chance of revealing anything useful, but that doesn't they won't give you answers.

If you're willing to risk it, you can experiment with more dangerous inventions - both for locating and interrogation, such as mindreading devices. While the Free Cities won't let you put its citizens in harm's way, contained research labs are available in the military barracks, as well as in areas beneath Portam Hall. These spaces offer animal testing on rodents and birds. If you tell the military you need more complex specimens they won't necessarily provide you with one, but they might be willing to close the door and look away if you decide to haul in a prisoner who's been sentenced to hanging, anyway.

◎ Tracking Leads | Interact
Portal stones will be available for you to go where needed if you have a reason to visit based on information revealed. This can be anything from a clue given by a captured Summoned, the result of a tracking device, or similar. Options include desert hillsides, the Badlands, isolated shorelines, and the notoriously dangerous alleyways in Libertas. Once there, you can investigate by visiting suspicious sites, looking at tracks, or using additional tools, inventions, or spells.

◎ Witnesses | Interact
Bandit camps are scattered near the main roads that encircle the Badlands. To be discreet, you'll need to trek a few hours over the rough terrain. Otherwise, the portal can take you straight there. Soldiers will accompany you if you need an additional show of force, depending on your approach. You can try to befriend the bandits, offer a trade of weapons or alcohol, question them directly, or enact more aggressive tactics.

Additionally, you can do the same to anyone in the Free Cities, or request to bring in someone for questioning if you provide a good reason. You'll have less leeway to be forceful with regular citizens, and city guards will stop you if you get out of hand where people can see. In the Free Cities, gold opens doors - often more than aggression. You can get far by paying the right people. Be careful as you go up the chain of command, and avoid bribing generals and top scientists.

Not every questionable act has immediate consequences. You might learn information that could save lives in the short term, but long-term might be too high a cost, putting dangerous tools in the hands of officials. Even if you believe it's worth it, would the other Summoned? Will you use this information? Sabotage or hide it for what you believe is the greater good?

◎ Interrogations | Interact
The Free Cities might have several prisoners held in the military prison instead of the city jail. Maybe you or one of the Summoned were even responsible for this person's capture. The military's holding area is much more secure and is reserved for more extreme cases.

The soldiers will allow you to do what you must to these prisoners - though not all of your fellow Summoned may approve. Depending on your status and how much information you stand to gain, the soldiers might protect you while you go ahead, assist with the process, or they could let you fight your own battles. This will be determined by the mods as you interact and investigate.

Solvunn
The Council will allow the Summoned to investigate by providing resources and portals to other areas of the settlement and its woods. Solvunn may have its secrets, but they consider the Summoned one of their most valuable members of the community.

In Solvunn, the Council and the locals are very willing to condone zealous acts when it comes to what's best for the commune - even at the expense of others. You can get away with quite a bit as long as you can justify that you're doing so through the will of the gods, and you don't offend any sacred rites and rituals.

◎ Josselyn's House | Interact
A house stands atop a hill, isolated from the rest of the Tertiary Settlement. Where other homes are painted in bright hues for the fishermen to see through the fog, this house seems dull in comparison with its monotone stonework and a porch that creaks as the wind blows by. The front door is locked, so you'll need to find a way in. There are windows and a small rock by the porch that you can examine.

The open plan reveals a kitchen area and hearth, a single bedroom, a storeroom, a bathroom, and an open sitting area/study. In the corner, there is a bookcase from ceiling to floor covered in books, tomes, and unmarked bottles. Off to the side is a dark wooden door, warded with runes.

◎ Tracking Leads | Interact
Portals will be available for you to go where needed if you have a reason to visit based on information revealed. This can be anything from a clue given by a captured Summoned, the result of a tracking device, or similar. Deep in the woods, the paths are overgrown and the sun doesn't reach as far through the canopy of trees. Signs indicate few come in this direction lately, though for what reason is unknown. There are several things out of place: the bogs that have a life of their own, an old shrine (once beautiful and now terrifying to behold), mushrooms that only seem to grow in rings, and the eerie lack of the sounds of nature. Sensitivity to magic will aid you most, but so will your ability to track and observe.

◎ Witnesses | Interact
When a crisis occurs, the commune comes together. Residents in the settlement gather to volunteer their memories for the Council to examine in case they witnessed anything suspicious they don't remember or aren't aware of. They'll be taken to a flowing spring, upon which they willingly submerge themselves at great length. A strange magic does indeed fill the air. Afterwards, they'll be available to speak to you if new information comes to light. While possibly disturbing to watch, those who undergo the process above appear fine afterwards, if a bit wet and cold.

Additionally, you can spy or eavesdrop, speak to your neighbors, or even use your magic on the folks in the settlements if you want. You'll have the freedom to question who you want how you want, as long as the Council deems your intentions are not malicious.

◎ Ritual Sacrifices | Interact
The Council will suggest to the Summoned that there is a more powerful method available, one that could yield greater results and answers. This method comes with a ceremonial dagger, and a leather pouch lined with herbs and animal bones. If you're willing to do what others may not, you can take it upon yourself to collect bodily sacrifices from a list of names the Council holds.

These names belong to people who owe the gods in some way, having offended them deeply by committing a crime or harming the commune. They are supposedly willing, but the Council will warn you that those who express reluctance in the final hour are only experiencing the same weakness that led them to previously stray from the flock. It's up to you to help them perform their godly duties and earn their redemption. No one will die, of course - you're only harvesting a piece of them, whether it be an eye, a finger, or an ear.

Days Ahead: Part 2 (Upcoming)
What characters do during their capture and investigations back home will influence what the next part of the event looks like. We'll factor in characters' escape plans, rescue suggestions, and other details when building Part 2, which will be released in early March.
◎ Please try to coordinate with us as soon as possible if you have any plots you'd be interested in implementing in regards to escape and rescue. While we'll do our best to include everything up to the last minute, the longer you wait, the less we'll be able to adjust for your ideas.

If you don't have anything you want to add, that's okay! Simply participating in the scenarios we've provided is completely fine. Plot suggestion opportunities are for interested players, but it's by no means required or the only method of engaging. We have plenty of scenarios and outcomes we'll give alongside player plots, and we'll also be keeping an eye on what characters are doing in their individual threads, their investigation decisions, and more when writing the next part.

Part 2 will feature more prominent cross-faction collaboration for those the Spared. Characters will be able to go into rescue or relief teams and eventually meet up with others as they journey on - whether planned or accidentally.
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WEEK 1

[personal profile] oversight 2023-02-20 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
BACK ON THE BEAT_ cw: violence, blood, kidnapping themes
[ Closed to Hilda. ]

Ear to the ground, as always — a true detective at heart — John Blake catches word of the disappearances in the Free Cities about as early as anyone can. Locals don't seem concerned at first. He's disappeared before a neighbor says when asked. She told me she was planning to go away a sibling admits haltingly of another disappearance a day later. And there's no real reason to disbelieve them, especially so early on, but his greater intuition doesn't allow him to rest.

There's something wrong here.

He's got a bad feeling about all of it, particularly as everyone becomes more and more restless. Blake's restless, too, especially as more reports come in. It's not only so-called easy targets being taken, but also warriors and cheesemongers and and shepherds and champions. No one's safe.

Heels itching to feel cobblestone, lungs aching for fresh air, running on fumes but too bothered to rest, he takes rounds. Hilda's along — probably Blake's only steady companion outside Mag at the Sarstina — and in the previous days he's relied greatly on her presence to feel centered. Sharing information, brewing theories and knocking them down just as quickly.

The tension's ticking up. The air feels heavy. Every day that passes, more people gone. Every night, fear in the streets.

"Talked to two people this mornin' that confirmed as many as five of those masked figures workin' together. Magic-wielders but not protected from injury. Consistent with the rest which brings the total on that block..." Blake leans his makeshift notebook towards the light of a window to catch a glimpse of his hasty shorthand. Quill is not his favorite writing implement. "Fifteen. All adults, at least, but..." He runs a hand down his face, distress written in the crinkling of his brow. "That's, like, twenty percent of those folks. Gettin' close to, if not."

Blake frowns, gaze lowering. Hilda would know. Sylvain — a familiar redhead Blake recognized as someone he'd met at the inn — and Claude, both close to Hilda, had disappeared themselves.

It's late — maybe close to midnight — and he's thinking they might pack it in soon. "It's progress. We can sleep on that," he says, but the knot in his throat and the burn in his gut says otherwise.

POD PEOPLE_ cw: violence, blood, mentions of injuries, and kidnapping themes
[ Open to one pod partner OR one pod rescuer — first come, first serve. ]

It's bottom of the ninth, bases are loaded. The tying run leads off first base for one, two, three balls, for one, two strikes. Blake steps back from the base to practice swing, bat loose in his grip. A bead of sweat crawls under his batting helmet and he swipes it with a sleeve as he steps up to the base. Squared off, at the ready, he knows this is do or die. Everything rides on this moment.

He narrows his gaze, dark eyes piercing in his determination. He's looking for clues, telltale signs of what's to come next. Cleats dig, squishing at some imaginary bug while seating properly. Taking a deep breath, time slows.

The wind-up, the pitch, a baseball right in the teeth—


Consciousness springs like a mountain lion, claws in his skin, teeth in his skull, and Blake gasps awake. He's got a beard of blood and he sputters more onto the fleshy interior of his confines. Vision black like pitch, lungs tight, skin searing, he's racked with wet, coppery coughs.

The Acolytes have done a number on him, and Blake doesn't have the mind to separate one pain from another at the moment. A broken finger? A broken rib? He'll be lucky if that's all (not that there's much luck to be found here).

Clawing into the darkness, he finds something and peels at it, wet and slimy and foreign of his body. He recoils, eyes streaming from the stinging invasion, nose running with snot and blood. He makes a strangled noise. It's something, though — walls or gills or clothes, and he fights at whatever it is, all pain and desperation and adrenaline.

"Fuck— Son of a—!"
Edited 2023-02-20 05:30 (UTC)
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WEEK 2

[personal profile] oversight 2023-02-20 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
WE PRECIOUS FEW_ cw: blood, description of injuries, trauma, and panic, etc.
[ Open to 1-2 responses — first come, first serve. ]

The world tumbles and so does Blake. He comes rolling back into the pit following the ritual, barreling over the terrain and coming to a rough stop on his stomach. He groans and writhes, dirty, bloody, clothes stinking of death, but somehow he's still distantly glad to have put some space between himself and the altar.

He gets his hands under him, lifts up unsteadily onto all-fours, but no further because his vision's graying out. Blake's forcing purposefully shallow breaths; anything more than that and the pain robs the air he's gained. He doesn't make it far before his head's dipped to the putrid ground and he's stilled by an overwhelming wash of anguish.

Visions of what had just happened spread like the thorny vines. He'd endured their bite and so much more — magical torture by all accounts — and in the wake of it, all he wants to do is get as far away as possible.

A few people have gathered and their vague impressions in his periphery have Blake stumbling. "No," he croaks, finding his feet, taking a step, crumbling again. "No, stay away," Blake warns, roughly trying to wave everything away in the process. He wants to run, wants to throw up, wants to lash out like a wounded animal (probably because he is one).

He needs help, but convincing him of that will take work.

AN EPITAPH on a ROBIN RED-BREAST_ cw: violence, blood, picking, dehydration, hysteria, etc.
[ Open to 1 - 2 responses — first come, first serve. ]

Days later, symptoms have thoroughly set in. Blake feels like a Morlock — a child sacrifice, he mourns bitterly when thinking of The Time Machine and H.G. Wells — and it's not really all that far from the truth.

Burning up, he's shivering steadily and has been for twenty minutes while he waits for rations. He hasn't eaten much, stomach hollow, but it doesn't matter because he's hacking everything up in the night, up to and including blood. Dehydration's a concern, though — his parched lips and cracking skin are proof of that — so he's made this a priority.

He can live weeks without food, but only days without water.

Exhausted, he's watching the structured relief efforts organized by his peers and feels a bitterness creeping into the back of his throat. Blake can't recall who elected these people as representatives, who gave them the access to the middling supplies, and who decided they would dole them out, but every second more he waits, a nipping agitation dogs him.

Bruised and covered in abrasions, pale and drawn, he very much resembles the tweekers back in Gotham desperate for their next high. His nose bleeds frequently — almost freely at times — and wounds on his knees peek through the torn fabric of his filthy pants.

Blake fusses at a deep cut distractedly, still shivering, still waiting. He's scraping a bloody nail against the wound and then picking at it, fishing for the sharp thorn-like protrusions that have started appearing in his skin.

He hasn't pissed in a day, and barely then. Like needles — Christ — but there's no relief in not having to relieving himself, knowing as he does how foreboding dehydration can be. Gnawing his nail, tasting blood and desperation, he waves a hand.

"Look, gimme some of that fuckin' water 'fore I take it." Low, demanding, dry. His fists both clench at his side and the grit of his teeth tightens his jaw. "Just need a little. Don't you— Can't you tell? I'm dyin' here," he says and Blake believes it.

He never asks for anything. He works for everything. And hard. Days earlier, he'd shared all he'd had and now who's left to share with him? No one. They want him to suffer.

They want him to die.
Edited 2023-02-20 05:15 (UTC)
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[personal profile] chainedqueen 2023-02-20 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
She senses a change in him and grips the reins tighter. These daily rides were exercise and meant to be calming, something to occupy her time and grant respite away from the Mages. Perhaps it is naivete, but she never considered before that danger might find them.

Her heart beats faster as she pushes the horse into a quicker pace. She's not as skilled with riding, able to manage a trot, but anything quicker than that is a risk. She glances behind her, trying to appear calm.

"Should we turn back?"
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2023-02-20 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Why do you think I'm doing any of this here?

[Alucard's tone is all the snappier because he knows Lenore has a point. The sooner he can take any of this and make it into a productive rage, the better, but the immediate terror and the aftershocks haven't worn off. Not in full, not to a point where Alucard feels capable of true focus.]

I can't go into the desert like I normally would before focusing. Gideon was taken when we were walking back in order to wait this out. The wilderness alone is a terrible idea, and I'm in a crowded area in the waking world.
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tracking.

[personal profile] gynvael 2023-02-20 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
timeline;
pre-ciri's abduction
—• rinwell; abduction
—• istredd; awakening
—• steve h., nero
—• urianger
—• castiel

post-ciri's abduction
—• ciri
—• wilhelm
—• len

post-ritual
—• laura; ritual
—• ciri; return
—• louis
—• morgana
—• jaskier; horizon
—• steve r., istredd; ciri's disappearance
—• istredd; post-ciri's disappearance
—• ciri, gideon; ciri's return
—• nero
—• ciri; tracker discovery
—• ciri; cured

network;
—• jaskier
—• nadine
—• dean
—• sam wilson
—• dean
—• yennefer

ic exchange;
—• ceiling monster crew; pre-ciri
—• ciri, nero
—• ciri, nero, steve h.
Edited 2023-03-21 20:16 (UTC)
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2023-02-20 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hilda had only been in the desert a handful of times since her arrival in the Free Cities. It certainly wasn’t her favourite place for many reasons (the sun, the endless amount of sand, the creatures. She knew the city better than the vast expanse of ever changing sand, and she’d prefer to keep it that way.

If there were ever a moment when she wished she knew it better though, it was now. She hadn’t voiced it out loud to Petra but she felt particularly useless in this situation; she has no tracking experience to her name, her poking and prodding of various people had come up short, and the large axe strapped to her back feels particularly useless right about now. Well, at least she can hold the leash of the tracker dog. ]


You’re both more experienced than me so I’ll take your word for it.

[ The dog, at least seems to be true to its title. After a long sniff of both items of clothing, she’s off and Hilda has no choice but to follow. She’s grateful for a third presence, even if it’s a dog. Petra’s panic after being tipped off by Claude via a garbled message had been enough to throw any awkwardness Hilda had felt out the window. She hadn’t had time to consider the pinprick of hurt she felt upon hearing that Claude had reached out to Petra — they had more pressing matters at hand. ]
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[personal profile] beloyaltome 2023-02-20 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Gideon? [Lenore repeats, color draining from her cheeks. Her arm goes limp, umbrella arcing to the side and leaving them both exposed to the storm. She knows Gideon, and Gideon had spoken of Adrian, so she knows they know each other. There can't be that many Summoned Gideons in the Free Cities.

Gideon--tall, strong, great with a sword--was walking with Adrian--taller, stronger, also great with a sword--and she'd still been taken.

Lenore suddenly finds herself blinking rapidly, eyes stinging with the threat of tears.]


Is she... was she badly injured?
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[personal profile] ofthesword 2023-02-20 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[To Nero, the only reason the kid is here is because he really believes if he's gonna get anywhere with their training, part of it is gonna be getting into the thick of things. A few practice sessions at least have satisfied Nero with the knowledge Steve isn't a complete noob at thwacking things that need thwacking --

And Aloy's here so he doesn't get real fuckin' lost in the woods. Again.

It's a good team, all things considered. Not that he's a team sort of guy -- never has been -- but working on it by himself hasn't gotten him too far, besides whispered rumors and the feeling that Josselyn is definitely got her hand in some shit.

Nero snaps.]
I fuckin' knew it. [He carefully toes around the tracks, bending down next to her, his tail carefully curled up and tied to his pants. The hardest thing about tromping about in the woods is making sure he hasn't been leaving too many trails of his own. Aloy seems more like a natural. She's definitely a hell of a lot better tracker than he's ever claimed to be, but not being human helps.

He kneels in the mud, nose to the ground, taking a whiff. He's not Geralt-good, but he's still good. And he knows that smell well.]
Forcibly. There's blood, too. [Soaked into the ground, but lingering. And as he follows the thin trail of it, at the end is a glimmer. Past the tracks, he pushes mud out of the way, unearthing a tiny charm still attached made from what he's pretty sure is carved bone. Washing it off with a little spit (gross, he knows), he holds it out towards the two of them in a gloved hand.] Recognize it?
Edited 2023-02-20 03:45 (UTC)
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[personal profile] ordinar 2023-02-20 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
He can tell by Alicent's expression that his attempt at playing it cool and feigning a competitive spirit has failed. Well, he tried.

"I don't know," he admits. His voice is bunched up tight. His thoughts race, outpacing him. "Let's...let's keep going."

They're so far from the castle that turning back and going forward amount to the same thing. They're vulnerable. He's got a collapsible blade in his pocket and a few months of hand-to-hand combat training under his belt, and she...rides side saddle, which — no offense — says a lot about the sort of place she comes from and how a woman's ability to fend for herself is viewed.
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Wildcard- Reunion

[personal profile] magicalarchaeologist 2023-02-20 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Istredd has been there for awhile, he doesn't know the exact amount of days. He and Urianger were among some of the very first Summoned to wake up in this place, although they were not alone. He hasn't been able to establish any connection with Lucifer, let alone feel able to send messages easily. The Horizon ends up with him blipping and unable to stay for long. It's extremely frustrating.

He turned his attention to trying to keep things together as much as possible; the only way to remain sane in this situation. Istredd warns newcomers when they do arrive if they see one of the monsters nearby, and he is helping figure out the lack of supplies. It doesn't look good. He looks terrible, considering everything is dirty and disgusting, barely eating and sleeping, and yet somehow he probably still looks more together than most.

He has been investigating some areas as quietly as possible so he didn't see when Wilhelm arrived, only recognized him as he approaches. The concern flares up immediately. "Wilhelm," he says quietly, they have to do most things quietly here, and he crosses to him. This was the last thing Istredd wanted. Not the kids. They were supposed to keep the kids safe. "I'm sorry this happened."
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2023-02-20 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Hilda is similarly on edge, no matter how well she’s trying to play it off like she isn’t. It isn’t like Claude or Sylvain to not return after several days; it was the equivalent of having indoor and outdoor cats that may always leave but always returned like clockwork not returning.

Messages from both herself and Petra had gone unanswered but that surely didn’t mean a cause of concern yet, right? In fact, she can’t help but find herself slightly irked at both for their lack of replies. She isn’t worried though! She totally isn’t worried, setting about her regular day-to-day, shopping and visiting various merchants like she does usually when she knows vaguely where Claude and Sylvia’s both are. But as she passes by Salves & Stitiches, she pauses, deciding at the last moment to pop in.

The blonde woman in the shop is familiar to Hilda; she’s seen her in passing and she brightens seeing her. “Hi! You’re Nadine, aren’t you? Is this a bad time?”
beloyaltome: (isolated)

Lenore | Thorne | Spared

[personal profile] beloyaltome 2023-02-20 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
((I'm very new and excited to get all the CR, so please come at me with anything! Plotting comment and feel free to friend me on [plurk.com profile] marlovingian for more plotting or specialized starters.))
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Week One - OTA

[personal profile] beloyaltome 2023-02-20 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
The situation is a frightening one no matter what, and Lenore finds herself all the more skittish considering that she's only newly arrived and uncertain of her place in this world. She falls back on a defense of courtly politeness, keeping her head down and deferring to authority figures with swift obedience, though she is quick to ask additional questions and to offer to help in any way she can. Staying inside is easy, especially during the day. She has nowhere else to go, and she certainly doesn't want to risk being added to the list of missing names--especially as she's unsure whether she's made enough of an impression for anyone to notice her gone. Trying to make sure she's never alone, she seeks out other Summoned for safety and company, and may prove a little hard to get rid of unless you can hand her off to someone else's company.

The activity at the end of the week is a relief to her. She knows that some of her fellow Summoned chafe at the presence of additional guards and restrictions, but Lenore's glad for the protections. Eager to help with adding to the protections, she fetches supplies and books for spells as requested, zooming through the castle with inhuman swiftness but stopping short before any risk of crashing into anyone--though it might be a very, very near thing. Though she's not very experienced with magic at home or here, the magic that she does know how to do from home involves rather a lot of following directions with concentration and precision, so she applies that to following directions from the mages to put up wards.

It's only once Anastasia Rhett arrives that Lenore's panicked survival mode finally clicks over into political survival mode. She's intensely curious about the situation between the siblings, and how much more they might know than what they're revealing. Suddenly, Lenore's route for carrying supplies and books keeps taking her through the hallway outside the shared Rhett office, steps slowing down while she focuses her vampire senses on trying to overhear their conversations. If she manages to cross paths with one or other of the siblings, she absolutely intends to offer help and charm and a carefully measured amount of flattery, and she's sharply on the lookout for opportunities to ingratiate herself with them and other mages and nobles.
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[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2023-02-20 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
The whole thing took real effort. [Alucard doesn't need to explain his own abilities, Lenore can infer those. Gideon's strength is obvious with a glance, and Alucard has seen her show off before. He tries to keep his tone flat again. To keep it all down to a basic statement of facts, the same tactic he uses in explaining his mother's circumstances. Draining the emotion from it, making it easier to discuss on the surface.

He doesn't manage it. Fear and sorrow mix, and the dhampir's gaze focuses on the forest rather than Lenore.]


We can't determine anything until the disappearances slow.
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[personal profile] hairington 2023-02-20 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ steve is fully aware that when it comes to this team of investigators, he's definitely the weakest link. but when nero makes mention of it and steve asks to come along, he isn't told no, and that's enough for him. it's something that's been weighing on him - the rumors of the locals going missing, the fact there hasn't been any real movement from the communes to find them... the more steve thinks about it, the more it reminds him of home, and the undercurrent that something else - something bigger - is wrong. he has no real idea what it is they're getting into, but between nero and aloy, he at least feels good that he can hold his own and help, or at the very least not hold either of them back.

plus, not that either needs to know, but he's been picking up on the little bit of tracking aloy started showing him during the supply run. and his lessons with nero at least mean he's not a total beginner when he's holding his sword. he wants to help, and he wants to get better, and the two of them have already helped a lot with that.

so here they are - tensions high from everyone it seems - and steve is taking extra care to move quietly, to keep an eye out, whatever it is he can do.

aloy points out the tracks first, and steve turns his attention away from the treeline just in time to watch nero lean down to sniff at the mud (he's getting better at just....accepting this kind of stuff, he really is. but sometimes he just needs to blink for a second before he's back again). steve frowns at the idea of blood, at someone being forcibly taken, and when nero holds out the charm, he steps in a little closer to get a better look, his stomach in knots at the realization that it looks like something the kids would carry with them back at the settlement.

but this one he doesn't recognize, and shakes his head, turning to aloy. ]
You? [ and then steve's eyes are on the ground where nero pulled the charm from, worried that there might be something more somewhere in the grass. ]

The trail's still going. Isn't that towards the swamps?

[ he's been out here, though not exactly this far, a few times over the last few weeks during his trips to the shrines. he's no expert, but he's gotten a vague idea of where some of the landmarks are out here. ]
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Week Two - OTA

[personal profile] beloyaltome 2023-02-20 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
As the first week rolls into the next, Lenore's first priority is to continue assisting the mages with locating spells, though she's sticking to the safer spells and would balk at risking anyone's life or health to boost a spell. But her morals are significantly more lax when it comes to assisting with interrogations of prisoners. She's good at getting information out of people, after all, and she's very good at playing the good cop half of an interrogation. So she'll be actively taking opportunities to partner with more aggressive interrogators, or helping to nurse wounded prisoners who have just suffered an interrogation. Though she'll be all sympathetic kindness to the prisoners, genuinely gentle and helping to nurse them, she will be completely transparent about her strategy in order to get access to the prisoners and if questioned in her activities by castle authorities or other Summoned.

Once opportunities become available to travel to Borrel and Nott or tracking leads in rural areas, Lenore will be asking around for anyone she can accompany on these missions. She will be very clear that she can only travel and investigate at night quite literally on pain of death, but she's seeking opportunities to help scout and investigate the leads in rural areas, and to spy, eavesdrop, and talk to the citizens in Borrel and Nott. Spying and eavesdropping comes very naturally to her, and she's also perfected the art of seducing information out of people, so you might find her flirting and otherwise getting very up close and personal with suspects.
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wildcard - pre-abduction

[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2023-02-20 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Somewhere in all the disorder, Lucifer pulls Wilhelm aside and subtly thrusts the switchblade into his hands, giving the boy a firm look. Months ago the kid likely wouldn't have let him get this close again. Though falling back into a rhythm, their interactions remain stunted.

You want speaking with actions, kid?

Take the damn knife.

"Keep it. Keep it with you, and hidden, okay?" he hisses lowly. "There's enough people missing and Thorne isn't doing enough--" Which is the most he's risked saying against Thorne, aloud, in months (maybe ever), and even then he swallows back the words. Give him a few more days and he'll stop caring completely about appearances.

"Just use it if you need to, alright?"
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[personal profile] beloyaltome 2023-02-20 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Lenore nods, not wanting to argue with that line of thinking. She certainly has no plan on her end, focused instead on safety and protection.

Lifting her umbrella over her own head again, Lenore looks up at him with more sympathetic concern.]
I only met her the once, but I liked her very much. She's ... she makes an impression.

[Sad smile flickering out as quick as it came, Lenore bites tentatively on her lower lip, considering what they can possibly do in the face of an unknown threat.] Can we ... go inside somewhere? I know there's not much we can do, but at least we can share what we know and start to put together a plan for what happens next.

[And it would be nice to do that somewhere other than the middle of a thunderstorm.]
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[personal profile] ushiri 2023-02-20 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
It's lucky for both of them that Kahlil is here. Or not luck, as Kahlil puts it down to Parfir's will when the mage stumbles into his temple while he is kneeling in prayer at the other side of the tree.

"Istredd."

At once he's at Istredd's side, an arm around his shoulder - substantial one moment and then not the next, as he tries to offer him physical support. He frowns, his features lined with concern as he looks the man's fritzing form over. It gives him a sense of urgency, and so he asks his questions quickly.

"Where are you? Is Jack with you?"
Edited (wasn't sure if wilhelm was getting taken later than this, so removed his name) 2023-02-20 07:06 (UTC)
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[personal profile] warfed 2023-02-20 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Though there is truth to what Hilda says regarding experience, Petra frowns as she looks up at her, drawing back up to her full height in time to follow their canine companion as it starts to move along the hill they'd come to. It seems to have caught something, and all they can do for now is trust its instincts, which gives Petra a moment to address Hilda's choice of words. They've both been frustrated with the situation at hand, to put it kindly, having turned up with very little so far, but she knows that their current venture is well outside of Hilda's comfort zone.

She reaches out to lightly close a hand around Hilda's wrist, shaking her head, shrugging off all of the awkwardness of the last few weeks for this particular moment. It won't do them any good to tread lightly.]


I'm glad you're here. I could not be doing this without you, Hilda.

[Her earnest countenance makes it quite clear that she means that. She has never been inclined towards meaningless flattery.]
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back on the beat

[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2023-02-20 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
As the week drags on, it’s becoming increasingly more difficult for Hilda not to be worried. The more they find out, the more Hilda is beginning to realize that the rumours about people disappearing are becoming less rumour and more reality. Everyone seems on edge, the air is thick, and it’s starting to seep into her normally impenetrable armour. The anxiety that she’s been keeping at bay settles on her skin like an uncomfortable sweater and no matter what she does she can’t escape it.

The only thing that seems to work well enough to distract her is keeping busy. During the day she runs errands for Viktor that take her all over the city allowing her to talk to everyone and anyone. At night, when Petra is off exploring her own leads, she sticks close to Blake’s side, keeping him company and acting as a sounding board for him. The bones of Cadens are unsettled, and she can feel it for the first time since arriving. Maybe it’s because that’s how she feels too.

Despite her mildly vacant expression as she watches some mechanical birds fly overhead she is paying attention to what Blake is saying. Her gaze snaps back to him, fear curling around her heart at the mention of sleep, and it’s just in time to catch him frowning. She settles her face back into a smile — albeit a tired one. If the bags under his eyes are any indication, neither of them have actually been sleeping. As much as the fear of sleep grips her, she doesn’t want Blake to suffer the same fate.

There’s a faint sing-song quality to her voice, the kind where she’s trying to wheel someone along with her. “Or we could pour over some notes over some tea at the Sarstina? Weren’t you the one that mentioned the other night about wind down time?”
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2023-02-20 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Desperate to try and make herself useful, Hilda is so laser focused on trying to keep an eye out for any additional sign of their friends — hell, of anything — that Petra’s featherlight touch has her looking more startled than she’d normally allow herself to show.

The words bounce off her, self-imposed humbleness and a need to shrink herself inside the confines of her dull role rearing their heads. A lump forms in her throat, blocking her from voicing the self-deprecating thoughts, but the loudest one almost slips through: Of course Petra would say that, she’s the only one left out of their friends that was left. Sylvain and Claude would be more helpful than she could ever be whether it was here in the desert or back in Cadens. Instead she forces it away, mumbling — ]


I’m glad you’re here too.

[ Thankfully, the sudden tug of the leash and the low growl of their tracking dog is enough to draw her from her thoughts. It rushes down the dune, tugging Hilda along whether or not she’s ready — and she certainly isn’t. She lets out a surprised yelp, feet almost dragged out from under her as she’s tugged towards a tall, willowy blonde figure in the distance. ]

Woah — wait, wait, wait! Shouldn’t you give us more of a warning?
Edited 2023-02-20 07:13 (UTC)
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elrond | rings of power | temperance | thelost

[personal profile] politicians 2023-02-20 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
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Edited 2023-02-20 08:24 (UTC)
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week one - awakening (ota)

[personal profile] politicians 2023-02-20 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ darkness.

that is what he opened his eyes too. nothing but darkness and the taste of stale air upon his lips. for a moment, elrond wildly thought he was back. back in the cave his mother had left him in while sirion burned, where he and elros groped in the dirt and darkness, huddled together in terror. the memory has him paralyzed for a long moment, unable to move or react before he shakes it off slowly, his movements lethargic. his head throbbed.

he wipes the viscous liquid from his clothes before glancing around. there were . . . pods. pods with shapes in them. it stands to reason there are others, trapped like he was just a moment ago. gritting his teeth, elrond calls out hoarsely. ]


Is anyone else there? Please, we need to help.

[ help is the only way they'll escape. or have any chance to. in his mind's eye, despair was slowly flooding in. he knew — he knew how quickly that hope fades. ]
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week one - sharing resources (ota)

[personal profile] politicians 2023-02-20 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ is this how it was?

elrond knew the stories. of how the elves were taken by the dark lord. twisted and molded. did it start like this? trapped in the blackness, the absence of all but crumbs. to barter and bargain, to fight and gnaw at each other. like rats. was it going to slither into him? he could feel the pit yawning under him. if he lost his light, even for a moment, it will consume him. he will be irrevocably changed.

just like — no. he cannot think it.

he is an elf. he is stronger, sturdier, more durable. he can manage. he has to help these people first. muscles taunt, elrond draws water from the well. there is only a little but he passes it along to whoever is nearby. ]


Drink. Save your energy.