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Entry tags:
- !event,
- abby littman; the lovers,
- aloy; the hermit,
- altaïr ibn-la'ahad; the magician,
- anakin skywalker; judgement,
- caitlyn kiramman; strength,
- claire fraser; the empress,
- claude von riegan; the wheel of fortune,
- dante; the devil,
- diana prince; the empress,
- eddie munson; the devil,
- elrond; temperance,
- galadriel; the hierophant,
- geralt of rivia; the hanged man,
- henry creel; the hierophant,
- hilda goneril; the lovers,
- himeka sui; the fool,
- istredd; the high priestess,
- jayce talis; the magician,
- jesper fahey; the wheel of fortune,
- jo harvelle; strength,
- jonathan crane; the magician,
- julie lawry; the wheel of fortune,
- kyle; the hanged man,
- lenore; the lovers,
- lestat de lioncourt; judgement,
- lord john grey; justice,
- louis de pointe du lac; the lovers,
- lucifer; the devil,
- michael; the emperor,
- nanaue; the fool,
- norman jayden; the hermit,
- obi-wan kenobi; death,
- reno; the chariot,
- sabine; the empress,
- sephiroth; the tower,
- steve rogers; the hierophant,
- thancred waters; strength,
- viktor; death
MINI-EVENT: CODA - IC EVENT LOG
Mini-Event - Coda
Mid-April, you receive two formal invitations. They arrive separately in two distinct envelopes and do not appear to be precisely related.
◎ The first is from Solvunn, signed and sealed by the Solvunn Council. It informs the reader that on April 18th, Josselyn Creed's fate will be publicly carried out according to Solvunn's traditions with the Old Gods. The location is in neutral territory, a safe distance from the Singularity's crater. The Council expresses deep regret for the actions of one of their own and invites you to attend as an observer if you wish to find closure. Portals are provided. The proceedings will be in the morning.
◎ The second is from your respective faction. The letter is less solemn and invites you to attend a weekend gala on April 21st - 23rd. It acknowledges that recent times have been difficult and that faction officials and locals wish to repay the Summoned for their contributions. Portals to each location are provided.
Divine Judgment
In the weeks leading up to Josselyn Creed's execution, many of you were allowed to question Josselyn. Now that you've received the answers you're seeking - as much as you were able to - officials have granted you the chance to gain some closure and witness her execution.
The factions will warn the Summoned that Solvunn does not take angering the Gods lightly. Her death will not be quick and will likely be sacrificial. They advise anyone who may not have the stomach for it to remain home and enjoy the festivities at the end of the week.
The factions will warn the Summoned that Solvunn does not take angering the Gods lightly. Her death will not be quick and will likely be sacrificial. They advise anyone who may not have the stomach for it to remain home and enjoy the festivities at the end of the week.
Attending her execution is optional and open to all. New arrivals are welcome to watch...though they may not want to. All characters may skip this portion of the event.
Participants of Event #12 are still welcome to speak to Josselyn. This section will close on April 30th.
Participants of Event #12 are still welcome to speak to Josselyn. This section will close on April 30th.
Last Rites
CW: Disturbing imagery, animal death, ritualistic sacrifice, body horror.
So that all can attend, Solvunn will perform Josselyn's last rites in neutral territory. Anyone who attended the Peace Summit last year will recognize the area, though the colorful tents are gone. In their place are some plain stone benches and a temporary altar. Thick mists roll into the valley, bringing a chill to the air. As you arrive, you see Solvunn mages instructing volunteers to right certain stones as the last touches are added. Present to represent the other two factions are Jolene Sybell of Thorne and Reva Hym of the Free Cities.
The stones are arranged in spiraling circles, with twelve arches that span them. Carved into the ground beneath the arches are each of the Major Arcana. Find your matching Arcana and leave an offering if you want. You're told the gesture will appease the gods and ensure the "cleansing" is successful.
The Moon, Josselyn Creed's Arcana, has been carved into the center stone. If you share her Arcana or are The Emperor or Justice, Solvunn mages will approach and ask you to write your name in charcoal into the stone. If you bear any of the other signs, you can also do so, but you won't be asked directly.
Preparation
Soon, a hush falls over the crowd as Isar Hart comes forward with a black sheep in tow. Several Solvunn Elders flank the sheep as it's placed before the altar. They paint large winding lines and runes on its wool and face. Winifred Bordeaux turns to the crowd. She states that the wrongs born of the commune are always made right by Solvunn's hands and seeks forgiveness. The gods may cast judgment as they see fit.
Mages begin a haunting chant in an ancient tongue. With a large bone knife, Winifred kneels next to the sheep and slices its throat. As warm blood flows over the ground, it fills each etched Arcana sigil. The sigils glow a faint red upon contact, and the grass around them withers and blackens. Once fully drained, the Elders carefully skin the sheep. Its organs are placed in jars as it is hollowed out. With the skin removed, the Elders lay it on the altar and declare that those who stray from the gods must be brought back into the fold.
One of the stones vibrates, releasing Josselyn Creed into the hands of waiting Elders. As she's dragged to the altar's center, she decries Solvunn for being blind, accusing them of turning away from the truth. The old ways have long stopped serving them, she declares. The Old Gods are no longer listening.
Mages begin a haunting chant in an ancient tongue. With a large bone knife, Winifred kneels next to the sheep and slices its throat. As warm blood flows over the ground, it fills each etched Arcana sigil. The sigils glow a faint red upon contact, and the grass around them withers and blackens. Once fully drained, the Elders carefully skin the sheep. Its organs are placed in jars as it is hollowed out. With the skin removed, the Elders lay it on the altar and declare that those who stray from the gods must be brought back into the fold.
One of the stones vibrates, releasing Josselyn Creed into the hands of waiting Elders. As she's dragged to the altar's center, she decries Solvunn for being blind, accusing them of turning away from the truth. The old ways have long stopped serving them, she declares. The Old Gods are no longer listening.
Penance
Holding her in place, Rowan March places the skin of the black sheep upon her. The wool stretches outward to envelop her limbs, covering every part of her in the pelt and muffling her shouts. As each bone bends and snaps loudly in the silence to take the form of a sheep, her body collapses with anguished cries. Finally, a mass of quivering wool and human sinew is left, the sheep's face ajar on her broken skull.
The chanting reaches a crescendo, then stops abruptly. The mist thickens, swirling towards the altar. Your surroundings darken. From the gloom comes a massive bird-like silhouette. Its enormous wings shadow the sky, blocking out the sun. Though the figure's form is obscured, the dozens of vultures that descend are visible - and so is the feast that ensues.
Through the fog and shadow, you glimpse blood and flesh tearing. Slowly, the mist begins to clear as each bird takes its fill. The silhouette above withdraws. What remains before you is a pile of bones picked clean...and the recognizable head of Josselyn Creed beneath the sheep's mask, the only part of her uneaten.
The chanting reaches a crescendo, then stops abruptly. The mist thickens, swirling towards the altar. Your surroundings darken. From the gloom comes a massive bird-like silhouette. Its enormous wings shadow the sky, blocking out the sun. Though the figure's form is obscured, the dozens of vultures that descend are visible - and so is the feast that ensues.
Through the fog and shadow, you glimpse blood and flesh tearing. Slowly, the mist begins to clear as each bird takes its fill. The silhouette above withdraws. What remains before you is a pile of bones picked clean...and the recognizable head of Josselyn Creed beneath the sheep's mask, the only part of her uneaten.
Immolation
The Council allows all in attendance to confirm Josselyn's identity and her fate, ensuring that the factions and the Summoned are satisfied with the outcome. A ritual fire lights up on the altar. Her head is placed in first by one of the Elders.
The rest of her bones are in the sheepskin. No blood or flesh remains. The pelt is startlingly clean for such a gory display. You're invited to paint your Arcana on a bone and place the bone into the fire as a gesture to the gods that you've accepted the punishment they chose for her.
The atmosphere is solemn. Winifred offers her thanks on behalf of the Council for allowing Solvunn to make amends for Josseyn's misdeeds. They deeply regret this was necessary but promise they'll take steps to ensure it never happens again.
A few remain to watch her bones finish burning. You may join them if you like or return home at once. A harsh silence fills the ceremonial grounds as you step through the portal.
The rest of her bones are in the sheepskin. No blood or flesh remains. The pelt is startlingly clean for such a gory display. You're invited to paint your Arcana on a bone and place the bone into the fire as a gesture to the gods that you've accepted the punishment they chose for her.
The atmosphere is solemn. Winifred offers her thanks on behalf of the Council for allowing Solvunn to make amends for Josseyn's misdeeds. They deeply regret this was necessary but promise they'll take steps to ensure it never happens again.
A few remain to watch her bones finish burning. You may join them if you like or return home at once. A harsh silence fills the ceremonial grounds as you step through the portal.
Weekend Gala
Several days after the execution, the cities prepare for the feast and gala. On the day of, portals will open up in the main hub of each city: Castle Thorne in Thorne, the Primary Settlement in Solvunn, and Cadens in the Free Cities.
You're welcome to arrive on the first day or skip the speeches and arrive on the second day for the main dinner and event. Everyone will be sent home on the third day (April 23rd), though the factions would be happy if you'd like to volunteer to clean up and take down decorations before you go. Not to worry if you'd rather go home - they have plenty of staff and locals for the job.
Each city will provide a place for you to stay for the weekend. They'll choose their best inns for you, except Solvunn. Solvunn will offer a comfortable communal tent for all attendees to share.
You're welcome to arrive on the first day or skip the speeches and arrive on the second day for the main dinner and event. Everyone will be sent home on the third day (April 23rd), though the factions would be happy if you'd like to volunteer to clean up and take down decorations before you go. Not to worry if you'd rather go home - they have plenty of staff and locals for the job.
Each city will provide a place for you to stay for the weekend. They'll choose their best inns for you, except Solvunn. Solvunn will offer a comfortable communal tent for all attendees to share.
Thorne (Hayle)
The first evening, the King and Queen will gather guests into a grand hall at Hayle University. The King formally welcomes and expresses Thorne's gratitude for everyone's safe return. He heralds the Summoned and those involved in the terrible incident for their fortitude and bravery. The Queen follows afterward, adding that she is glad justice has been served and that they can be assured Josselyn Creed can never harm anyone again. She acknowledges the formation of the Summoned Conclave and promises Thorne will always serve those who are steadfast in their loyalty.
In a rare moment, Ambrose Rhett and the Duchess, Anastasia Rhett, can be spotted standing side by side in the background. Jolene Sybell is also present. Ambrose, however, will not be seen past the welcoming speech, returning to the Castle after.
In a rare moment, Ambrose Rhett and the Duchess, Anastasia Rhett, can be spotted standing side by side in the background. Jolene Sybell is also present. Ambrose, however, will not be seen past the welcoming speech, returning to the Castle after.
Gifts
As a resident of Thorne, you'll receive a gift bag containing:
◎ A sweet dream potion that grants the user happy dreams and a good night's sleep. A basic spell, these potions were made by schoolchildren in Hayle as a thank-you gift for the Summoned. The custom label on each bottle has your name handwritten and decorated by the kids. If you're known around the Castle, it might contain a drawing that represents your reputation - for example, a flower if you have a green thumb. They've been told a bit about the Summoned by officials and their teachers.
◎ A jade turtle that, when placed in a bowl or pool of water, is enchanted to swim around. A novel decorative piece that calls back to the giant sea turtle which came to aid you and your friends on Thorne's shores.
◎ A soothing galaxy orb that displays the starry night sky within. When placed in front of some light, it'll cast a pretty sparkle over your surroundings.
Surroundings
Located far north, Hayle is most famous for its beautiful crystalline architecture. The weather is warmer now that spring has arrived, but relatively cool with temperatures dipping at night. Vast mountains are in the distance for a breathtaking view.
Hayle bustles with vibrant energy and a diverse population. Where Castle Thorne closely follows the formal traditions of the nobility and traditional Academic Magic, Hayle is trendier with innovative spellwork, the newest designs in fashion, and a vast library of knowledge.
Hayle bustles with vibrant energy and a diverse population. Where Castle Thorne closely follows the formal traditions of the nobility and traditional Academic Magic, Hayle is trendier with innovative spellwork, the newest designs in fashion, and a vast library of knowledge.
◎ Arcana Deck Exhibit
Expensive custom-crafted Arcana decks are under glass cases like fine jewels. One notable attraction is an exhibit displaying one-of-a-kind decks designed by famous artists or enchanted by renowned mages in Thorne's history. Some boast intricately painted designs and real gold, while others use precious gems embedded in the cards themselves. One preserved deck is carved entirely on pinewood.
◎ Boutiques
Boutiques sell tailored clothes and fine jewelry that include Arcana-inspired accessories. Luxury magical tools are also available such as gold scales for weighing potion ingredients. Some bookshops specialize in signed or antique copies. The contents are nothing special, but editions are considered collectibles. Though most aren't for sale except to the wealthiest individuals, you're free to look.
◎ Makeover & Performers
Street performers occupy every corner around Hayle: stories told through illusions, musician-less instruments, and juggling acts that incorporate impressive balls of colorful light. You can get your portrait drawn by an enchanted paintbrush or volunteer for one of the illusionists to give you a temporary "makeover." The makeover will grant you one or more features of your choosing that will last 24 hours: a new hair or eye color (including unnatural shades!), translucent illusory wings (they won't get in the way), or decorative nails.
Personal shopping and styling assistance is also offered by Lenore and Natasha Romanoff.
Banquet
The banquet takes place on the second evening, held in Hayle University's finest ballroom. Decorations are delicate and elegant. The chandelier above drips with crystals and gold.
Although you'll have an assigned seat to start with, there's no need to stay where you are. Guests are encouraged to mingle and wander around. Make friends, meet new people, and introduce yourselves!
Although you'll have an assigned seat to start with, there's no need to stay where you are. Guests are encouraged to mingle and wander around. Make friends, meet new people, and introduce yourselves!
◎ Food & Drink
A formal multi-course dinner will be served throughout the night. The wine flows freely and food is abundant. Thorne is known for its exquisite cuisine, and Hayle is no different. With the harsh winter over and farmlands slowly recovering from the attack last summer, the nation is no longer struggling as much with supplies. Dishes include stuffed duck, delicate fish, rare nutty cheeses, soup, and plenty of cakes and biscuits.
◎ Entertainment
Formal entertainment involves music, dancing, and magic shows. You're welcome to take the stage yourself, of course! If you're not good at what you do, the citizens won't boo you off the stage, but you'll feel an awkward atmosphere begin to build, and word might spread about your act. The nobility in Thorne has exacting standards and a penchant for gossip.
Musical performances include original compositions on the violin and piano by Lestat de Lioncourt and elvish songs by Elrond, while Lord John Grey will recite some poetry and music. Magical displays include illusory lights featuring the Arcana signs by Istredd, flashy divination magicks channeled through a tarot deck by Urianger, and a light-based display of intricate mandalas Stephen Strange - whose third eye may be glimpsed beneath his hood when he casts his Eldritch magic.
◎ Night's End
The banquet runs late into the night, though you can leave any time. A carriage will be waiting to take you back to your inn. You can stay for one last social breakfast in the morning before returning to Castle Thorne through the portal.
Free Cities (Libertas)
The first evening, the Prime Minister will gather guests by the mosaic sculpture in the Willow Memorial Park. Prime Minister Marlo expresses her gratitude for everyone's safe return and apologizes for the atrocities that occurred under her watch. The bravery and fortitude of those involved will be remembered. Fortunately, justice has found those responsible, and the city can begin to march forward. She acknowledges the formation of the Summoned Conclave, promising that her government will make sure nothing like this ever happens again to its people. The Summoned are, of course, people of the Free Cities regardless of where they came from.
Quilleth Kaur takes the stand afterward, addressing the tragedy that struck Libertas not long ago and personally thanking the Summoned for their help in rescuing survivors and rebuilding the city. This includes the construction of the park itself, led by two of the Free Cities' longest Summoned residents. She bids everyone to enjoy the festivities. They deserve to relax and feast after a harrowing experience.
Quilleth Kaur takes the stand afterward, addressing the tragedy that struck Libertas not long ago and personally thanking the Summoned for their help in rescuing survivors and rebuilding the city. This includes the construction of the park itself, led by two of the Free Cities' longest Summoned residents. She bids everyone to enjoy the festivities. They deserve to relax and feast after a harrowing experience.
Gifts
As a resident of the Free Cities, you'll receive a gift basket containing:
◎ Tickets to a special comeback show by one of Libertas' most famous acrobatic troupes - their first since the city's destruction. The envelope includes a letter which addresses you by name and thanks you for your help. If you've made an impression on the citizens of Libertas, the letter will mention noteworthy things you've contributed, such as volunteer efforts or donations. The tickets grant you the best seats in the house and a free drink during intermission. Performances are held throughout April and May, so you'll have plenty of time to attend.
◎ A kazoo, best used to annoy your friends or heckle anyone you find disagreeable, though beware that the people of Libertas won't hesitate to brawl on the street over insults.
◎ Luxurious bath crystal balls that fizzle and give the water a beautiful shimmer. Infused with medicinal properties, they'll alleviate aching muscles and lingering pains.
Surroundings
Located far south, Libertas is most famous for its subversive attitude and colorful architecture. With winter on the way out, the weather is warm but not scorching hot as it can be in the summer. Rare spring rains have caused flowers to bloom and sprout around the desert.
Libertas is diverse and lax in social norms. Where Cadens boasts the best research and technology, Libertas' focus is on advancements in free thought, art, and knowledge. Following the art walk not long ago and the long-term portal to Libertas, some of these attitudes have filtered into Cadens.
Libertas is diverse and lax in social norms. Where Cadens boasts the best research and technology, Libertas' focus is on advancements in free thought, art, and knowledge. Following the art walk not long ago and the long-term portal to Libertas, some of these attitudes have filtered into Cadens.
◎ Artist Alleys
The collapse of the city's buildings has caused street art to greatly flourish. Winding alleyways between homes and shops contain paintings, written poetry on the walls, and musical performances. Sculptor Axn Kade, famous for his pieces made of reclaimed metal and his activism for mining safety, has added a new sculpture to the city's streets. The plaque contains a dedication to the Summoned who helped clean up the mining equipment a few months ago, having used the scrap metal gathered during that process.
◎ Gambling Halls & Brews
Rejecting government oversight, Libertas is home to several gambling halls of all types. If you have the money, you're sure to find a spot to suit you. Beware of loan sharks and play at your own risk. Taverns around Libertas are rowdy. They often have an open floor for art performances, poetry readings, and philosophical debates. Always open to new ideas, many places in Libertas host tastings for brews created using innovative flavors and techniques.
◎ Market Square
Though not as large as Aquila's market, the Libertas market square is still a sprawling maze. Anyone with something to sell will have squeezed a table or a stall into the area. Enterprising merchants will give you a demonstration of some of their products, most powered by New Magic: a comb that changes your hair color upon use, eye drops that give your irises an enchanting colorful glow, and disposable crystal accessories that take on the illusion of precious jewels for a short period - invented to undermine the value of gems. Any changes to your appearance are temporary, lasting 24 hours.
Before the feast, simple dance lessons are available from Caitlyn Kiramman.
Garden Feast
The feast takes place on the second evening, held at the Willow Memorial Park. Glowing orbs of light have been hung from the willow trees while vases made by a local potter feature flowers from the park's wildflower meadows. More details about the park are available under Locales for Libertas.
Provided by Viktor (and Jayce Talis), the center of the garden contains a revolving armillary sphere modeled after the astronomy of Abraxas, casting an atmospheric starry light over the area.
To start with, you'll pull your table number from a hat to receive your "assigned" seat, but there's no need to stay there all night. Guests are encouraged to mingle and wander around. Make friends, meet new people, and introduce yourselves!
Provided by Viktor (and Jayce Talis), the center of the garden contains a revolving armillary sphere modeled after the astronomy of Abraxas, casting an atmospheric starry light over the area.
To start with, you'll pull your table number from a hat to receive your "assigned" seat, but there's no need to stay there all night. Guests are encouraged to mingle and wander around. Make friends, meet new people, and introduce yourselves!
◎ Food & Drink
An eclectic array of dishes line a large table at the park's center. Help yourself to what you like in any order. No one will bother you if you start with dessert! Wine, ales, and hard liquors are as plentiful as the food. Dishes include grilled fish and pork, dips and spreads, puddings, sweetbread, cakes, and seasonal fruits common to the desert climate, such as figs and oranges.
◎ Entertainment
Formal entertainment involves music, dancing, and poetry. Artists have been invited to unveil new pieces or showcase old favorites. You're welcome to take the stage yourself, of course! Performers won't be judged on talent so much as passion. As long as you're creative and genuinely enjoy your craft, you'll have the support of the locals.
Jaskier will put on a lute performance, including a ballad of Spyndlveiss containing themes related to the recent disappearances. Diana Prince will recite a short portion of The Iliad, in both Ancient Greek and common. A "blade dancing" display using a painted stave by Obi-wan Kenobi will take place, as well. Finally, Hilda Goneril will draw and paint quick "fashion sketches" to commemorate everyone's style - available to both small groups and individuals.
◎ Night's End
The feast runs late into the night, though you can leave any time. A wagon is available to bring you back to your inn, but most locals prefer to walk, creating a drunken parade of people through the streets while singing cheerfully. You can stay for one last social breakfast in the morning before returning to Cadens through the portal.
Solvunn (Primary Settlement)
The first evening, the two remaining members of the Council, along with Isar Hart, address the gathered, apologizing for the sheep who strayed from their flock. They're especially disappointed with the heretical actions of a trusted community member, whose name they will no longer acknowledge. The gods have cast their judgment, and now the community can come together to heal. The Council promises the newly formed Summoned Conclave that they are vital members of the commune and that Solvunn is here to aid them in whatever they need.
Isar Hart reiterates that his position on the Council is temporary until the seat can be filled, though the Council does not give a date for when this might occur.
Isar Hart reiterates that his position on the Council is temporary until the seat can be filled, though the Council does not give a date for when this might occur.
Gifts
As a member of the Solvunn Commune, you'll receive a gift bag containing:
◎ A clay mug, handmade by children in the settlements. Each mug is customized for the individual based on what the children have managed to learn about you, painted with what they believe to be your favorite colors, flowers, patterns, or animals. How accurate the kids are about you varies depending on your interactions with them, but they've tried their best. The bottom of the mug is signed by the child who made it for you. If you run into them afterward, they might ask if you like your mug.
◎ Thick and comfortable knitted socks made from the wool of Isar Hart's sheep farm.
◎ A few sachets of herbal teas to help you get a good night's rest and restore your energy. A small thank-you note accompanies the teas, signed by Lorelai and Esmond, who are grateful for the chance to return home.
Surroundings
The southernmost of the settlements, the Secondary Settlement boasts vast sprawling farmlands and a beautiful shoreline overlooking the ocean. Skies are sunny and clear throughout the gathering. Wildflowers bloom across the flat plains, orchards are starting to bear fruit, and fish are plentiful once more.
The Secondary Settlement is sparsely populated but maintains a tight-knit community. Where the Primary Settlement is a hub for schooling, craftspeople, and artisans, the Secondary Settlement is focused on agriculture and livestock: sheep, goats, horses, and fields of crops fill the area. Many families take pride in supplying the commune with produce and materials like wool, eggs, milk, and grains.
The Secondary Settlement is sparsely populated but maintains a tight-knit community. Where the Primary Settlement is a hub for schooling, craftspeople, and artisans, the Secondary Settlement is focused on agriculture and livestock: sheep, goats, horses, and fields of crops fill the area. Many families take pride in supplying the commune with produce and materials like wool, eggs, milk, and grains.
◎ Farms & Livestock
Farms are open with fences solely to keep out any predators or pests. You're free to visit the fields and orchards. Pick apricots and cherries, pet the sheep, play with the baby goats, and gather eggs for the evening's potluck. Isar Hart will be pleased to show you his prized black sheep, whose majestic horns are greatly admired. Smaller gardens filled with flowers and herbs are also available to explore. If you'd like to put together bouquets for the evening or make flower wreaths to decorate, you can help yourself. Finally, you can fish to your heart's content in the nearby pond. Bring your catch to dinner!
◎ Shrines
After recent events, shrines around the Secondary Settlement are full of offerings to appease the gods and seek guidance. These offerings consist of animal bones, harvested fruit, and wine. You can add to the shrines if you like or simply visit them. Many shrines hum with magical energy and all previous signs of corruption over the past few weeks have faded. You can ask for blessings of health, luck, or abundance for yourself or others.
◎ Neighborly Help
Although Solvunn doesn't place much emphasis on extravagance, the evening's affair is an important one. They'd like to look their best. Members of the commune are all around the settlement to give you a hand to get ready. You can have someone style or braid your hair with ribbons, color it with natural dyes, or lend you some clothes and accessories if you don't have any. You can help them in return, as well. They're also happy to trade items with you.
Louis de Pointe du Lac will temporarily alter your clothes or appearance for the night using illusory magic.
Potluck
The potluck takes place on the second evening, held outdoors in one of the Secondary Settlement's spring meadows. Decorations are rustic and simple, consisting of fresh flowers and candles.
Mud-clay sculptures and masks are available from Nanaue, though they are not very sturdy. Nero will hand out colorful brochures.
There are no assigned seats. Tables and chairs are placed tightly together, along with natural seating created by tree stumps and boulders. You're encouraged to mingle and wander around. Though a sober hush lies over the gathering, the atmosphere is hopeful. The people of Solvunn look forward to better days.
Mud-clay sculptures and masks are available from Nanaue, though they are not very sturdy. Nero will hand out colorful brochures.
There are no assigned seats. Tables and chairs are placed tightly together, along with natural seating created by tree stumps and boulders. You're encouraged to mingle and wander around. Though a sober hush lies over the gathering, the atmosphere is hopeful. The people of Solvunn look forward to better days.
◎ Food & Drink
Solvunn's potluck feast consists of dishes and drinks brought by everyone in the commune, including members of the Council. There are hearty stews and soups, freshly baked bread, butter churned that very morning, and a variety of Solvunn's famous goat cheeses. You're invited to contribute anything you like! Simply add your dish or dessert to the table. The centerpiece of the potluck is a pig roast. Mead and ale flow freely.
Wanda Maximoff will bring sečenica, propeć (both cheese and egg savory baked goods), and traditional fruit pies of plums, cherries, sugar, almonds, and vanilla sugar. Claire Fraser will provide a unique loose-leaf herbal tea blend.
◎ Entertainment
The people of Solvunn will sing, dance, and make music together. On occasion, there are pauses for someone to take the spotlight, but overall no one's center stage for long. Instruments are passed around, and guests are encouraged to join in. Due to recent events, many songs are subdued, speaking of honoring the gods. Later in the night, stories are exchanged around the campfires. One particular folktale is told by Rowan March about Spyndlveiss, a figure who captures wayward sheep on their way between the settlements. From these lost sheep, he makes sheepskin suits for hungry wolves to wear.
Eddie Munson will hold a lively musical performance.
◎ Night's End
The potluck runs late into the night, though you can leave any time. Large tents are nearby for you to rest and spend the night. In the morning, you can join in on the communal breakfast before returning through the portal to the Primary Settlement.
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[ While Hilda's fingers move upwards to tug at Claude's collar, Sylvain lets his join in to help, but moving lower instead. Unfastening the lower buttons on Claude's jacket, he playfully lets his finger slip beneath the hem and skim whisper-light against the taut planes of Claude's stomach, skin on heated skin. He shifts finally, until he can sprawl behind Claude now, arm continuing his "help" from behind him.
It also lets him prop his chin on Claude's shoulder and wink at Hilda now that they have the other man somewhat sandwiched between them. ]
Hear that, Hilda? I definitely think that should be something in all our futures.
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[ Namely touch, but she feels like she can leave that unsaid especially as her eyes flit towards what Sylvain is doing in that moment.
With Sylvain taking over in the department of helping Claude out of his clothes, Hilda takes it as her sign to simply sit back and enjoy. Even as Claude's shirt joins the unceremonious pile on the floor, she makes no move to remove her own dress. Instead she sits there, indolently winding a stray piece of hair around her finger while her other hand props her up on the bed. Whether put on or not it's clear to see that her princess tendencies were beginning to show again. It wouldn't be a stretch of the imagination to think that she'd be content to sit there without removing a shred of clothing until she decides to return to her own room. ]
Does that mean you want to wear one too, Sylvain? You could have just said as much when we went shopping that day. [ The curve of her lips hitches a little higher. There's nothing put on in the least about her interest in that particular idea. The smile is stifled the next moment into a pondering expression. ] But I guess that could be arranged if you want. It sounds like I have to do a lot of teaching though - what am I getting out of this again?
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[ Claude's careful to say this as plaintively as possible, like it'll actually successfully appeal to Hilda's sense of... whatever it is she's looking for, and as if he doesn't know. He does, thanks to both of them playing some version of the bribery game between each other plenty of times over the years, and the grin on his face which seems to have taken up residence there permanently says as much.
That's not going to stop him from obnoxiously smashing his face up against Sylvain's and pointing in a wave between both of them after his shirt departs for the floor. ]
We're prize enough even before any corsets get involved here. But if you're really asking for something else...
[ Time to lean forward and regretfully somewhat leave Sylvain's embrace to reach for her ankle. Not to let his hand rest there, however, but instead to run a couple fingertips up her lower leg at a glacial pace to make sure he has her attention. ]
... then we could probably assist with the dress removal.
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[ The knowing smirk is both visible and audible in Sylvain’s voice as he shits position once again. Since Claude had shifted out of his reach, he rolls up and around behind where Hilda is perched, letting his hands skim up along one arm, across a bared shoulder, and then down the line of her spine, undoing the fastenings that held her dress in place along the way.
He leans in, pressing his lips to her shoulder as he does so, the kiss a chaste one, but teasing all the same. ]
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Claude's slow touch up and down her leg sends a spark up her body. Her eyes stay affixed on his as her eyebrow slowly raises as if her body hadn't viscerally reacted to it - but it's likely that he knows better. She's acutely aware that Sylvain is on the move too if what he says is any indication. The red head's touch against her bare skin and down her back pebbles her exposed flesh, but she refuses to cast a glance back towards him even when he kisses her shoulder.
She makes no move to help him, but there's no move to stop him either. The tension holding her dress together loosens as he works his way down, slowly revealing the corset that she's worn underneath. ]
I guess we can start with the dress removal. [ Said like it isn't already happening. ] I am curious about what "more" entails though. [ Her eyelashes flutter, doe-like in her ask as she casts a glance from Claude and then over her shoulder towards Sylvain. ] Maybe we could work on my hair after?
[ Her up-do is artfully messy but her ask may be a clue that she may or may not be getting a headache from having it up in a bun for as long as she has. ]
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Holding eye contact proves to be a bit difficult when the dress begins to slip away and reveal what's beneath. Much as he'd like to properly appreciate it - not that he isn't already even with the dress still somewhat in the way - there's another weakness Claude has besides touch alone, and it's Hilda's hair. ]
I kinda think that question was more like a command. Take note, Sylvain.
[ He'll leave the other man to the remaining fasteners since whatever temptation to assist was there mere seconds ago evaporated to be replaced with something else. In a move which won't make sliding the dress off all that easier, Claude sits up to continue sliding those fingers along her leg as he moves upward, letting them trail away to the outside of her thigh when he reaches it before letting his hand fall away. He brings both hands up to first tuck the stray strands of hair behind her ears before searching for one pin and then another, carefully loosening and collecting them as he goes for safekeeping later in yet another ritual familiar to him from other nights of this before.
If there's a fair amount of affection visible on his face the whole time, well. He's not worried about hiding it. ]
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Hands ease the fabric of her dress down her torso once it's loose enough to shed, revealing the tantalizing lace hidden beneath it and now he does give a soft groan of appreciation, letting his fingers skim down along the line of her ribs. The thin fabric isn't enough to block the heat of her body - or his fingers exploring. ]
Noted. Definitely noted. [ A pause, before he shoots the man a sly grin over Hilda's shoulder, lips still trailing whisper-light kisses against warm skin. ] You do know how to do that much, right?
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What wouldn't be a stretch of the imagination however is assuming that she may have been planning this the moment Sylvain's shirt had fallen to the floor. She knows exactly what she's doing by wielding her teasing like an axe. Her calculated show of reluctance to remove her own clothes and take down her updo, all while playing into the knowledge that Claude loved playing with her hair, has all culminated into the thing she had been after in the first place: avoiding doing the work of undressing herself.
...And the attention and company is nice too.
Caught up in mentally patting her own back, she almost misses Claude's affectionate look. When she does see it however it short circuits her brain too, but not in the way it normally does. Thanks to the happy haze of alcohol, she mistakes it for something else, considers it him simply enjoying the time with Sylvain and the chance to take her hair down. Languidly she reaches a hand out to trace nebulous shapes along Claude's bicep, exhaling a quiet, content sigh as Sylvain's fingers trace the curves of her waist. Now that she's the one sandwiched between them, it's impossible to ignore the heat radiating off of them. ]
He's not doing that bad. But if you see him doing something wrong, you could correct him. [ There's a grin in her voice, a fondness there for the two of them that is unmistakable. Her nose bumps playfully against Sylvain's, sweet breath tickling his cheek as she leans back into him. ] After you help me get my dress the rest of the way off that is.
[ It still sits bunched around her hips and will probably take a little bit of shimmying to get it off. Pink eyes lock onto green ones again, mischievous and teasing. ]
Claude might enjoy the show too.
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Sylvain gets a grin to match the one given to him considering he's enjoying this all around and that includes the sight of him being cuddled up to Hilda. There's a fleeting thought crossing his mind about the three of them, something undefined there and gone in an instant, and then the last pin being removed means her braid falls. The pins gathered up his hand get placed on the bed then to make sure there's nothing in the way when he runs his fingers through it to undo the plait slowly.
But he does pause when Hilda's gaze flits to his and there's a scoff that leaves him, but it's one entirely for show given the entertained smirk prominent on his face he's also not bothering to get rid of. ]
Might, like you don't already know the answer to that.
[ Whether it reveals too much or not, Claude's already moved on from letting her hair slip through his fingers. Only because there's another goal in mind now as he sits back to tug on the hem of Hilda's dress which only really succeeds in moving the fabric down a bit thanks to more assistance than that being needed. ]
Better than any correction, we could always just have Sylvain show us how it's done.
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[ Humor is thick in his voice as he slides the rest of Hilda's dress down to pool at her waist, leaving her in only the lacy corset beneath. Which... he's actually in no hurry to get rid of at the moment, unless she asks him to. He's still busy admiring it.
Instead, he slides his hands down under her ass - and under the dress, lifting her hips off the bed with a smirk at Claude over her shoulder. ]
You can handle pulling the skirt down and away the rest of the way, at least? This way we won't accidentally rip anything and force Hilda to murder us both.
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Why would I know the answer to that?
[ The faux-innocence is laid on thick, fully aware that no one in this room will buy it. The expression on Hilda's face only lends to it as she doesn't bother to even look the part of confused damsel. Like her suggestion of a show isn't as thinly veiled as it is. Convincing them of that however isn't the point. The point is that she knows that it will amuse the both of them which is the real goal here.
As Sylvain's hands roam even further down from her hips to her ass, her cheeks flush slightly at his touch. Thankfully, with Sylvain behind her, Claude is the only one privy to that sight. Managing to keep her facial expression in check somewhat is short lived. Sylvain's warning is met with a pout before giving a light warning elbow back into the redhead and a prod with her toe towards Claude. ]
Don't you dare.
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Oh c'mon, I know better than that.
[ Easy then to trail the backs of a couple fingers along one side of Hilda's jaw before leaning forward. It's a move slightly borrowed from Sylvain in that it's a lean in with intent, and it'd take but a second to lean in for a kiss. Something he nearly does, if the pause is anything to go by, but then he slips his hands around to behind Hilda.
And then down, and if it skims a light touch over both of them - even better, and all too convenient, as Claude moves them down along her back. Then fingertips along Sylvain's wrists, and then back to along her hips for the briefest of touches to hook them into the dress fabric like nothing happened at all. ]
See? Nothing to it.
[ It's not a quick slide and isn't one on purpose for the dual purpose of not ripping the dress and for some added slow reveal of the rest of the corset that'd been still concealed beneath it. ]
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Still, he continues trailing slow, lingering kisses against her bare throat and shoulder now, since his hands are very much occupied holding her in place. ]
You're the one with the front row seat, darling. You'd be the first to notice just how much Claude is enjoying this particular show.
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As the rest of her dress is slowly pulled off her, she leans back against Sylvain's chest, arms lazily looping around his neck to watch Claude work. Finally free of her dress, her body is stretched long, the sheer panels of her corset fully on display along with an expanse of pale skin. Thanks to Sylvain's hands still firmly gripping her hips, her body is pleasantly warm and flushed.
Each press of his lips against her bare skin with Claude watching - for some reason it feels right. Maybe that's the champagne talking. It has to be that because the alternatives aren't things she wants to think about right now.
Eyes trained on Claude, her lips curl languidly as her fingers play with the hair at the nape of Sylvain's neck. A spark of teasing lights up her voice. ]
I can't tell for sure. He's playing coy.
[ Said like she isn't doing the same. Said like she isn't daring him to be less coy – or more. Neither are bad ideas. ]
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After taking a moment to sort of carefully deposit the dress on the floor where none of them are likely to step on it, he sits back up to survey Hilda from beneath his lashes for a moment long enough to make it clear it's an appraisal and the kind which happens right before an action. A mischievous one, specifically. ]
Am I.
[ It's the sort of thing not asked as a question but said as a statement since he's not looking for an answer. Claude flicks his gaze to Sylvain briefly to check for his attention before he focuses his own back entirely on Hilda.
If his touches along bared skin had been subtle before, they're anything but now when after dropping his eyes away to skim them over her in full appreciation. Another action he'd already done before but feels even more prudent to do again to make it clear he's evaluating something beyond simple enjoyment alone.
There's intent in letting his hand roam up the length of her leg, this time along the inside of it as he moves back to perching in front of her again. Claude's in no rush as he stops his hand short to let it linger halfway up her thigh, instead stopping to sketch abstract shapes in either teasing or a promise. He's not revealing which yet for the purpose of drawing things out when he leans in even closer than before between them both and still short of a kiss for either of them. All the better for a sizeable smirk when he keeps his focus on Hilda but not without reaching out with his free hand to trace the back of it over the side of Sylvain's face for good measure. ]
Why would I do anything else when I know how well it works on you both? Call it free inspiration since I know your imaginations can fill in the blanks and they have before.
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[ There’s amusement in Sylvain’s voice, however, as he gives a light scoff and lowers Hilda one more - if only to free up his hands finally. Although he’s shifted behind her so when he sets her back down, she’s all but perched in his lap now.
His hands slide around her hips to the front. One drifts down to trail teasingly along the inside of her thigh while the other shifts upwards, fingers splayed over the lace of her corset and the taut planes of her stomach. Coming to rest just under the swell of her breasts. ]
Why should any of us rely on just our imaginations tonight?
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Claude's touch blazes against her skin, prompting the thought that it's been long since he's touched her like that even jokingly (or as jokingly as someone can get in this state of undress). In contrast, where Sylvain's hands have chosen to rest sends a chill through her spine, and the minuscule wiggle of her hips becomes more of a minuscule grind.
This time she doesn't fall for the kiss, instead letting their breaths mingle with one another's in the quiet of their hotel room. She leans back slightly, turning her head to the side so she can see the both of them in her field of view. Hilda's hands trail down Sylvain's neck so she can tag Claude's face a little closer to theirs. She traces the outline of his lips with her finger, ones that she's mapped out with her own so many times before. Pink eyes flit between green and amber, innocently blinking. ]
I think my imagination needs a little more help. But I'm sure both of you have some ideas.
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I bet we can find a way to make you remember your daydreams clearly.
[ The gap doesn't last. This time when he leans forward it's to kiss Sylvain with no hesitation and no small amount of need, want, or both behind it. Claude moves his same hand from that brush to tangle it in Sylvain's hair with the intention of keeping him there. His other hand continues to inch up Hilda's inner thigh ever higher, whatever abstract shapes happening dissipating into something far more deliberate.
Electric as it might be, he doesn't let the kiss last before breaking it and shifting enough to trail his lips along Hilda's jaw, purposefully dragging out the conclusion they know is coming when his mouth lands on hers next. There's no less intensity behind it, not when longing slips into it from weeks (and longer) of wanting this. From a near miss in a recovery bed, to having her here now between them both - to what he'd meant about remembering.
The full memory will have to wait when Claude ends that kiss too rather than letting himself get swept up into it. It's not enough, but it'll help to properly set the stage for possibility when he pulls back enough only enough to be able to speak in a low tone he'll know they'll both be able to hear. ]
We could start, I think, with losing the corset. What do you say, Sylvain?
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When she wiggles on his lap, she'll no doubt find she has certainly gotten a rise out of him, as it were, and the kiss only adds to that. When his eyes open again, they're darker, a faint flush to his skin as he gives Claude a weighted look. One that shows more than a slight hint of hunger when Claude turns and kisses Hilda next. His eyes are locked on the sight, barely breathing, and that really should not be as hot as it is.
At Claude's low-pitched words, he makes a quiet sound of disappointment, muffling it against Hilda's throat as his lips return to trailing kisses against her skin. ] Are you sure we've admired her enough in the corset yet? [ His tone is teasing as he shoots Claude a wink, letting his hand sweep down over the front of it once more before giving a dismayed sigh. ] But I suppose you have a point. And I'm sure we can make her more comfortable without it.
[ He intends to, in fact. Fingers sweep down the center of the front of the corset, unfastening the little clasps with an ease that speaks to perhaps too much familiarity with an article of clothing he never wears. Especially when he's still too busy watching the pair of them to even spare the task a glance.
But the lace falls away after a moment and he tugs it free to discard it with her gown. But his eyes have dropped to his view from over her shoulder now and he gives a low, appreciative groan as one hand slides up to cup one of her breasts in his palm, teasing over a nipple with his thumb. ]
Nevermind. Losing the corset was a great idea.
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She shouldn't be so surprised when Claude makes good on his teasing to kiss her next but she is if the sharp inhale is any indication. A beat later her hands tenderly cup his face, remembering only belatedly that she had vowed she'd never kiss him again several weeks ago. By the time their lips part, that thought is nowhere to be seen as she's left breathlessly giggling at Sylvain's vocal disappointment against her skin. ]
We could just leave it on then - or not.
[ She starts and stops that brief thought as she feels the tension around her torso loosen. Being able to breathe freely again is glorious and instinctively she goes to inhale before stuttering at Sylvain's touch over her hardening nipple. A breath turns to a soft gasp and her back arches into his touch. Turning her head to the side, she presses wanting kisses to the side of Sylvain's face, nipping lightly at his lips as she turns his face forcefully towards her. When she pulls away, her gaze lingers peering at him innocently from over her shoulder feeling his enjoyment beneath her. Fingers tug Claude's chin towards her, eyes staying trained on Sylvain until she turns her head to meet Claude's lips in a kiss. It's short lived by design and she pulls away so there's only a fraction of space left between their lips. There's a telltale smile in her voice as fingers trail daintily down Claude's chest towards his waist band. ]
I shouldn't be the only one who's comfortable though. Both of you don't need your pants right?
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But as it should, the reveal of what's beneath gets all of their attention with an appreciative murmur escaping him to match Sylvain's groan. There's a slight laugh from Claude when it turns out they have the same idea as he reaches forward. Or that was the plan until deciding to wait for a moment, and her reactions to Sylvain's touch are something to behold. That makes his pause an even better decision in his mind when he goes to cup her other breast with a gentle roll of her nipple beneath his thumb to layer sensations as her lips meet his again.
Not for long; something he should've predicted and which doesn't stop him from chasing after her for another kiss as Hilda's fingers skipping across his skin send faint shivers of anticipation in the direction they're heading. There's still other plans he'd like to enact first, even if he's not going to stop her advance. ]
Maybe. Who says we're done appreciating you first?
[ Claude returns a hand to run his fingers featherlight along the back of her thigh before lifting her leg to wrap around his waist loosely for now. After that he returns it to her hip to trace down along skin and across curves he knows well before moving downwards and - finally - with far more intent than mere teasing if Hilda doesn't want it to be only that. ]
We're supposed to make sure your imagination's properly inspired first, aren't we? I know Sylvain has plenty to offer in the way of ideas.
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[ Sylvain’s voice is light and teasing but holds a husky note as he watches Claude tease her with a hooded gaze. With the other man moving lower, he lets his own hands come around to fondle and tease both her breasts now, keeping her alight in sensation as he nibbles sharp kisses against her shoulder and throat, leaving tiny marks in his wake.
He grins when Claude includes him in his reply, his expression turning devious but even more heated. ]
Oh, trust me. I have enough ideas to keep us inspired for weeks.
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The leg that Claude has hooked around his waist automatically tightens around him, drawing him close while her hand snakes into Sylvain's red hair to tug his mouth, needy and wanting onto hers. Unbeknownst to her however, the motion has nudged the tray holding the tea inches closer to her, making the tea pot rattle.
When she pulls away, dragging her teeth lightly against his lower lip there's breathless laughter in her voice. Meanwhile her other hand has moved south down Claude's chest, skirting against the waistline of his pants before taking his hand and placing it against the growing damp spot of her panties. ]
Well are you going to keep talking about it or show us? I'm a visual learner you know.
[ The look she shoots Sylvain over her shoulder is all innocence and fluttery lashes even if her hands are doing something quite the opposite. The hand that guided Claude's hand to where she wants it has left to tease Claude instead, gently storming him through his pants. ]
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Or he would if Hilda's hand moving over him didn't blank out his mind for a good solid few seconds. The next inhale he takes is sharp and slightly stuttered; in the name of spending attention on her he'd temporarily set aside desire, but it's made itself readily apparent now. That's enough to get him to refocus, since - ]
I think that can be arranged.
[ As for which part? Claude's not going to specify.
He's too busy moving forward himself to lean forward into her touch before that won't do and he outright moves forward on his knees to lean Hilda even farther back into Sylvain. The teapot's rattle isn't noticed by him either - nor is the tray sliding again to lean at an angle with its contents further askew - when he runs his fingers first over damp fabric before ever so slowly moving to beneath the hem running along the inside of her thigh. Still short of letting any fingers slip into her in favor of exploring sensitive spots for what'll be something they'll all enjoy, he leans down to the opposite side of her neck to start worrying his own into soft skin where it'll be plenty visible should her hair not hide it. ]