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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2022-08-13 03:17 pm

serthica: war & peace


Clockwork Serthica’s arrival event stretches til around 3 September. You’re welcome to hit up this log or make your own entries. Characters not assigned to a region can still access it, as long as they’re discreet.

Please share cool plot clues via network — and have fun!



WAR & PEACE




SUMMARY: The Merchant assigns the group to determine if the dead lurk within Serthica’s adversarial halves. Eidris and Minaras hold a summit to normalise trade within Serthica’s elusive Neutral Zone — while a resistance movements attempts to capture Minaras lead figure Arabella. In Eidris, locals must calm a maddened dragon and her cohort and retrieve her hatching eggs. Minaras hosts its eerie civic indoctrination that seeks to extirpate physical and moral decay.


FAIR FORTUNE | SWITZERLAND | EIDRIS: THERE BE DRAGONS | MINARAS: EYES ON YOU




FAIR FORTUNE

The party at sea is smuggled into Serthica with help from false passport papers secured by their Mouse House companions. The two groups meet at Serthica’s port customs, in time for the Merchant’s private transmission:

Good afternoon. I salute and thank the efforts of our recent additions. You performed exceptionally.

You will hear Serthica is sundered by war, sickness and irreconcilable differences. In truth, she is likely divided by the interests of those who weaponise fear and manipulate opportunity.

In Eidris, they claim Minaraians are not human. In Minaras, they speak the same of Eidris. Disgust, dismay and paranoia have created a… system of profound physical avoidance. If this is mere fearmongering, it is distasteful, but inconsequential. However… if one of the citadel’s halves has succumbed to the dead, who now know to feign they yet live… this marks a dire escalation. You must study this.

Your transportation beacon sleeps in the holy grounds of Vassarizhia. It will light within months, when the Heart’s clock quiets for its annual winding. You may visit the grounds during the upcoming trade summit.

While in Serthica, your only objectives are to survive until the beacon’s eye opens, and to discover the dead present. I pray but question you will prevail.





SWITZERLAND

After a lengthy inspection of their passport papers, the party is steered towards the Sanctuary of Serthica’s Neutral Zonea vast institute near Serthica’s great clock tower. Here, representatives of Eidris and Minaras assemble at midday for peaceful negotiations to improve distant trade relations.

■ The Merchant recommends mingling to broaden your investigation into Serthica’s dead. Even Minaras leading figurehead Arabella will attend.

■ For peace-keeping, entrants to the Sanctuary must surrender their weapons or allow them to be sealed, if they want to carry them in. Weapons are released on departure. Physical enhancements that characters cannot remove (ex: vampire fangs) are excepted.

■ Those who are unwilling to give up or seal their weapons can head on to Eidris and Minaras.

■ Summit attendants receive badges reflecting their Serthica identities, or can divert the greeting droid and liberate the insignia of a delayed delegation. Higher-ranking badges earns you more lenient treatment and higher security clearance.

Eidris attendants receive golden armbands or scarves, those of Minaras dark blue.

■ In bustling halls, officials negotiate grain exchanges, new train railways, the currency exchange rate and the saddening conditions of Mouse House exiles. Alas, if only someone (not them) could help.

■ Those drafted into the talks are toasted with a green, mint-like potion — an unadvertised truth serum intended to keep negotiations honest. The potion’s effects last two to four hours, compelling truth but not speech. But do talk: candour wins answers.

■ Artisans display their finest novelty items in the main reception hall. Aggressively enthusiastic traders seek testers and investors for their wares — potent opiates, goggles that show you the world in 10 years’ time, even detailed plans for luxury teahouses offering droid companionship. Extricate yourself with as much coin and dignity as possible.


SLEEP, CHILD, SLEEP
■ The great clock of the Neutral Zone strikes 18:00, triggering a light three-minute earthquake and the rise of nocturnal Minaras.

■ The Sanctuary loses all electric power. As servants rush for candles, you might notice some native summit delegates behave peculiarly: their eyes look glassy, faces trapped in an expression of comical, exaggerated dismay. Many are frozen in tense positions. Others move in sluggish, uncoordinated and jerky spasms. One might catch your wrist and attempt to speak in staggered, guttural croaks.

■ Lights return once the earthquake finishes. Locals resume regularly and do not seem to have noticed any erratic behaviour.


SLEEP, CHILD, SLEEP
CONTENT WARNING: TERROR ATTACK

■ Starting her speech, Arabella of Minaras calls a tribute for those lost to the great Culling sickness that struck Serthica mere years before. The vigil is interrupted by a fusillade of rifle shots fired from outside, through the Sanctuary’s wall-long windows.

■ The bullets exclusively target Minaras delegates and do not contain gunpowder, but a thickened, pale liquid. Once shot, those wounded experience a hysterical, incontrollable terror and the certainty that their greatest fear is hunting them. Many of the shot delegates develop an instant flight response and seek to claw their way out of the Sanctuary, with no care for whom they trample in their path. This terror lasts 30-60 minutes. Please content warn if you graphically describe your character’s greatest fear.

■ As rifle gunshots die down, a voice from outside introduces the Remembrance coalition, pledging safety if the summit surrenders Arabella.

■ The Sanctuary activates emergency measures: protective magical wards start to slowly reinforce, while attendants risk their lives to return characters’ weapons.

■ You could team up and help Arabella’s few remaining guards to escort her to safety in Minaras. Drop a line if you take this route.

■ Outside, you find the Sanctuary’s grounds have been drenched in a thick fog that barely allows you to see steps ahead. Your senses dull, and you are gradually prone to sleep — while masked men close in with rifles and vicious droid hunting hounds.

■ Help Sanctuary guards take out the assailants — and submit your character for a RNG draw to interrogate a lone captive.

■ Characters who later investigate the Sanctuary can find some of its windows have been very carefully pricked, fissured or even minutely holed, easing the way for attack.


Crawl back to your home base in Eidris or Minaras — you need the beauty sleep.



EIDRIS | THERE BE DRAGONS

Eidris’s relaxed atmosphere might balm your rattled nerves after the Sanctuary’s disasters. Startled citizens gather to offer you help settling in, while dragons seek you out to curl up and nuzzle.

Eidris is governed by natural order and harmony, achieved through firm etiquette, consideration and reminders to slow down. You can hole up in a room in one of the many abandoned and repurposed villas, or group up to take a whole house. Local technology is a blend of mechanical gears and magic that substitutes fuels. Sorcerers are frequent, boastful and admired.

Dig deeper, and you’ll find the people of Eidris are unwilling to linger on negative experiences and gradually lose memory of them. If queried, many natives have normalised intermittent amnesia, with some using their link to their dragons to stay anchored in the present.

■ Acclimate to your roles in Eidris and enjoy the sweet welcome of neighbourly gifted meals and knitwear and a personal, signed letter of support from king Thivar.

Eidris prepares for the rare hatching of dragon eggs, lain by the beautiful fire-breathing Aiva — one of the fewer martial dragons used by Eidris’ military. Two weeks into your stay (around 25 August, forward date at will), word spreads that Aiva’s mate has been deeply injured by a Minaras scouting ship during the 6:00-7:00 overlap period when the two citadel halves are both overground.

■ A panicked, distrustful Aiva collects her silver-shelled eggs from the formal nest quarters, hiding them on the rooftops or in the balconies of tall, dangerous buildings. Several other martial dragons assist Aiva by guarding these hideaways until the young dragons can hatch.

Eidris calls back most transport dragons to avoid altercation with their fire-breathing, paranoid brethren. This might strand some riders on the nearest decrepit rooftop, while testy dragons fly by. They don’t initiate attack, but are more prone to warning tail sweeps or light charring, if you come close.

■ Dragon lord Cain d’Ubiq urges riders that can reconnect with their dragons to help retrieve the 1m, 50-kg eggs and deliver them back to the dragon grounds nest before they hatch by sundown — terrorising the baby dragons that wake alone and ripping into local architecture. Other riders are needed to spread a trail of deep incense smoke in the air that can soothe dragons from their outburst. Lend a hand!

■ Characters who enlisted for dragon riding on arrival could be middling riders by this point.

Aiva’s children hatch moments before the clock ticks 18:00 and Minaras also surges overground. Characters linked to a dragon feel the birth: first as an overwhelming exuberance, then as an all-consuming and irrational dread that briefly reduces them to inexplicable tears.




MINARAS | EYES ON YOU

A sharp departure from Eidris’ laissez-faire is watchful Minaras, where citizens obsess with schedules, orderliness and time — as if every second is both borrowed and wasted.

Newcomers can choose between one-person 2.5x2.5m ‘sleep units’ in packed industrial homes, or pool funds to rent small refurbished alcoves that once served as hospital or science halls. Space is a luxury, silence a myth: helper droids constantly fuss after their masters, steam engines cough outside, and the gentle thrum on the streets betrays the current-shifting omnipresence of large Watch ships.

Civic sound systems periodically bleat reminders for citizens to STAY HALE, STAY WHOLE, alongside tips for basic droid care, the latest in scientific discoveries, paid ads and reminders not to park your robotic carriage near hydrants.

■ Quickly learn the ropes of your assumed identity, as Minaraians have a duty to report peculiar behaviours.

■ Watch ships prevent lawbreaking while Minaras is overground. Crime rates spike rapidly when Minaras falls underground.

■ More than violence, Minaraians appear to fear their pocket watch times being wrong, filth and sickness. The smallest cough earns a stern glance and a wide berth.

■ As part of Minaras’ periodic social indoctrination, you are robotically escorted alongside your peers and other unrelated Minaraians to a civic integration centre. Here, you take turns before a mechanical droid sphinx labelled ASCLEPIOS that asks, ”What rots you? and compels an honest answer (this can be emotional, mental or physical sickness, minor or severe).

■ A painless tattoo appears on the back of your hand, listing your Decay (ex: ‘malnourishment,’ ‘a choleric temper’). Others in the indoctrination centre must help you mend through acts of care (ex: cooking you a meal, helping you meditate). The tattoo fades after 72 hours, or once sufficient acts of care have ‘cured’ you.

■ After one week (around 20 August, but feel free to forward date), a transmission from Arabella informs watch, aerial, military and health units that Minaras is changing the daily schedule of its scout ships. The last scouts will now be deployed at 4:15am and return to base by 5:00am.



QUESTIONS

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[personal profile] inferus 2022-08-24 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Wrath nods his simple acceptance of this choice as he checks the gun once more to be certain it is outfitted with one working bullet. The rest are removed for the time being since they are not necessary for this.

He watches as he kneels. Wrath intends to step away from him to place more distance between them. It makes sense it would hurt more from up close, and he can make his way to his side again in a moment's notice if necessary.

However, he has one final question before he creates the distance and fires upon him.

"And what would you have me do should you lose control and run or fight as so many did during the attack?"

There are many ways Wrath could potentially stop him, and he will, but he wants to know what Wangji is most comfortable with.
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[personal profile] thedreamer 2022-08-24 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yet again, he's annoyed that he can't really use his sonic screwdriver at all. He could have had this solved in nearly an instant, or at least, been far closer to an answer than they are currently. But just as quickly as the frustration rises again, he reminds himself that he can manage without it, he has before, plenty of times. ]

Seen that far too many times. [ On other planets, far from this one. But it does make him think- ] The way this one tried to speak when it grabbed me, though. I do wonder if it was conscious of what was happening and trapped somehow in its own mind.

[ An unpleasant thought, reminding him of old enemies far too much. ]
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[personal profile] thedreamer 2022-08-24 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
Right, yes, of course you were. [ He waves his free hand loosely in the air. ] Any whisper of trouble, and there you are. [ Says the man who invites chaos wherever he goes. ] Might have known.

[ Her predictability is comforting, if nothing else. It would be so easy to lull himself into thinking she'll just always be there. And in a way, she will be, though not with him. Yet, this strange little world they find themselves in now affords them an opportunity unlike any they've ever known. ]

I was actually doing a bit of work myself, before the attacks. Negotiating. Very well, actually. [ Not very well at all, in fact. In fact, he was dismissed, but he got his point across at least. ] I'll have another crack at them soon enough.

[ He certainly won't be backing down when it comes to advocating for these people, though his patience will run out soon enough. It already has, in fact. ]

Those who attacked, they could have killed so many, but they chose to shoot with bullets that induced some sort of madness. They hurt people, but in a different way. The point of it was chaos. [ Unfortunately, he was hit with one of those bullets himself, though thankfully there's been no lasting effect. He would happily forget it ever happened, too. ] Effective, of course, when you're trying to get to a delegate.
Edited (sorry left out some extra words) 2022-08-24 14:48 (UTC)
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[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-08-24 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
Two questions off the top of my head! (I thought I had three, but I can’t remember the third, so I might be back here bugging you again in a day or two.)

1. I do get that everyone can ride these dragons and form some kind of bond with them. Is it fair to play with the idea that canonical dragon affinity might make someone have a leg up on this? (To be clear, I’m not looking for Jon to have super special snowflake dragon powers… I’m just looking to mess with his head, because as far as he knows, he has no dragonlord ancestry. But… these also aren’t the dragons from his canon.) Like, say, he’s established it as fast as anyone ever has, or close to it — but within the bounds of the timetable set for everyone? What can I do with this, if anything, and how far can it go?

2. If House Snowgaryen were to sell some of their treasure trove, how would they do? I know they at least have silver swords, several flasks, and a bunch of middling jewels, and they’ve cleaned up the flasks as well as they can. I’m not sure they’d sell all of it at once, but I’m curious about their economic possibilities here.
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Jon Snow || Eidris

[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-08-24 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Hi, I’m in the middle of moving, but also want to get some things rolling while I have the chance. Couple of starters in comments; I will get to the dragon one in another day or so.]
northerndragon: living forever is like living in a living nightmare (dismay)

Switzerland: Sleep, Child, Sleep: Earthquake || OTA

[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-08-24 09:46 am (UTC)(link)
[The ground rattles, for a time, and for a time, all the people of Serthica within his sight seem to go mad. One clutches at his arm, gibbering, and Jon regrets surrendering Longclaw at the door of this place.

The woman who has accosted him will not be comforted, but when the shaking ends, she seems to find her wits again. He asks if she is all right, and she looks at him strangely, as if she doesn’t know why he’s asking.

He turns to another of the party of travelers with which he has come to this city.]


What was that? Why was she — ?

[Another glance at the woman, who now seems proud and untroubled.]
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[personal profile] balancedwire 2022-08-24 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

There's a tease to those words and a smile to accompany them. He knows that they're both pretty good when it comes to their footwork. Or, rather, Wei Wuxian knows far more about him than he does of the other. Not that something like that couldn't be remedied the more they worked together on things.

"I'll take the egg and you be the distraction."

Unless, of course, the other wanted to do the opposite. He didn't mind either way.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2022-08-24 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Five gives her an odd look, partly because most of the people who know him would have laughed in his face when he told them his assignment. He'd rather not say another word about 'animal rights' though, so he gets back to business.

The way this city is, he has doubts about their privacy. He gives the ship another once over, confirming nobody is visibly near, then smiles up at her. ]


Let's not waste it then. [ He didn't blink all the way up here for smalltalk. ] You've obviously been keeping busy with the math I left you, so I assume you figured out what it was.
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[personal profile] balancedwire 2022-08-24 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Xie Yun's internal energy was vastly different than Lan Wangji's, not that he knew too many who could tell by just that alone.

He does, however, have the young emperor a bit curious but he won't ask. This isn't the time for something like that. Not when they've got a mission to keep track of. ]

It's not a problem. Sometimes someone's bad luck is another's good luck.

[ That? It could happen to just about anyone. ]

We haven't. I'm Xie Yun.
northerndragon: i am glad you are here with me. (the end of all things)

Switzerland: Sleep, Child, Sleep: Attack || for Dany, but OTA || cw zombie gore probably

[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-08-24 10:18 am (UTC)(link)
[When it begins, he does not understand what’s happening. He hears cracks, like logs snapping in a fire. He sees small things whizzing through the air above his head, and people being struck as if by arrows without shafts. He follows the trajectory of one of the projectiles to see what looks a little like the end of a crossbow pushing in through a little hole.

More are coming.]


We’ve got to go. We’ve got to —

[He ducks his head, and someone not far away jerks; they have been struck. And even closer, someone with a blue armband — he moves to push them aside, and he jerks too. A hot pain spreads through his left shoulder.]

I’m hit. I’m —

[There is a change in the room, a change in everything.

How had he not noticed that everyone here is dead? How had he not noticed that the flesh is rotting from their bones?

The look on his face changes, from concern and pain to outright horror.]
northerndragon: if her dog likes you, you're in (drogon's lunch)

Eidris: There Be Dragons | OTA

[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-08-24 10:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Coming soon - probably. Jon will fly and retrieve an egg.]
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[personal profile] balancedwire 2022-08-24 10:23 am (UTC)(link)
He takes note of that smile and loves every moment of it. Her smiles, to him, were the best. Even if she tried to make a big deal out of it and tried not to smile. That? It didn't always work in her favor and she knew it. It definitely didn't work in her favor around him.

"I do like light green and blue."

Both of those colors were ones that he favored over others. Even if he could wear just about anything and make it look good. Like his black outfits or the red or the white. However, he preferred his light greens or blues.

"Favorite food and whether they like music is a good start too."
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[personal profile] balancedwire 2022-08-24 10:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ He gives a half smile before shaking his head a bit at her question. ]

Why would I talk you out of breaking the laws here?

[ She had, after all, said that it was for a good cause. Besides, if it came down to it they wouldn't think that it was her who had done anything wrong. He wouldn't allow his wife to take the fall for anything, not while he lived and breathed.

He wraps an arm around her at the next statement, giving her a soft smile. ]

I missed my wife more than she can imagine.
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either?! easier.. I got some of the letters right.

[personal profile] blackscales 2022-08-24 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps it would be easier if the function were one you were more at home with."

A droid who was a healer's assistant, perhaps, might be easier for Anduin to accept. One that is only interested in hunting is not, in truth, one who Anduin would have a natural inclination to understand.

He tilts his head thoughtfully, studying the droid a long moment himself. Wrathion isn't thrilled to have it in his house, but it does appear to power down when not in use. Hopefully it isn't being used to spy on them in some way.

"Would you like a drink?" Wrathion says instead, glancing around at the door as it finally clicks shut again. He pushes to his feet, turns to settle his gaze on Anduin. "Or something to eat, if you haven't."
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[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2022-08-24 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)

Sliiiiides this over, let's me change up what happens asking the way now, kesesese:

https://westwhere.dreamwidth.org/36672.html?thread=4156480#cmt4156480

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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-08-24 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fear, huh. No Moran's preferred method of pression, but if it will work, why not.]

How did the city authorities react then? And what did they do with the bodies of those who died from the sickness?

[He tries not to ask all the questions at once because there are so many.]
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-08-24 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Well met. I'm Xie Lian, with the 'Xie' from 'gratitude'.

[What a coincidence in their names. He'll give a small bow with cupped hands.]

What are we going to do with the egg?
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[personal profile] enucleation 2022-08-24 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Another question that came up! Would the rot be present in those who have "cleansed" from their rot at the civic integration centre? Assuming there would be bodied of people who died soon after leaving the centre, of course.
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[personal profile] thedreamer 2022-08-24 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
The pair of us? Plenty of skill!

[ Two reasons exist for his easy confidence: 1) He always – on the surface, at least – projects a countenance of self-assuredness. He’s the one who will get it done, fix the problem, save them all, get everyone home and safe in time for tea. This often doesn’t go according to plan, and yet, he never stops believing. He may falter, he has; he’s been pinned in a corner with seemingly no way out plenty of times, but he is ever the optimist; and 2) He doesn’t know his new friend well at all yet, but he’s offered to assist, drawn to aid those in need. Truly, right now, that’s all that the Doctor needs to know. So, the pair of them? Yes, they can get it done. How they get it done is the bigger question. ]

Too earnest – that can’t be true. Not at all. Even if it was - [ and it is, of course, despite his attempt to deny it ] - even if, there can’t be too much of that. It’s a good thing. And you not lying, that’s an even better thing. You may think otherwise, but those are strengths between us. We’re coming at this the wrong way; what we don’t have, what we can’t do, what’s limiting us. What do we have, eh?

[ The Doctor waves his index finger in the air between them. ] Earnest and honest and we don’t walk away from anyone who needs help. Maybe I’ve appealed to the wrong people. Those with power, well, they don’t want to yield easily. Those with money don’t want to part with it, unless they can be incentivized. [ Manipulated. Blackmailed, possibly. Oh, but the Doctor never does that... ] So I see two options before us: try again tomorrow, try different people, persuade them to go down below and face what they’ve been ignoring. If they won’t, if we can’t get at least one person with any influence at all to see reason, then we may have to approach this differently. What could they stand to gain by helping? Even if they only think it’s in their best interest?

[ At the last suggestion, his voice is only pitched enough to be barely heard between them. He hasn’t hidden his intentions, what he ultimately wants to do, but there must be some secrets between them if they’re forced to pursue other means. ]
Edited 2022-08-24 18:43 (UTC)
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[personal profile] enucleation 2022-08-24 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, gotcha! Thank you for the explanation (=
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[personal profile] valeas 2022-08-24 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
( Emilia looks to him at this, sharp and sudden, her own wound visited.

It was a future she and Vittoria once dreamed of. The two of them, cooking and laughing and teaching their daughters the ways of both in Sea & Vine. Without her twin, those dreams are fading. And if she chooses Wrath, the door to her old life remains closed, spring bound in ice.

How fundamentally changed she is by her loss. How thoroughly unremarkable it is. No more special than the absence in Lan Wangji's ribcage, no more precious than the grief of those left behind in Serthica. Death wherever life blooms, and scales balanced: as above, so below. She has new plans.
)

Perhaps.

( Emilia says nothing else. She will not splay herself open so that another may stitch themselves back together, though she sees his boundary, and she does respect it. Does not prickle at the gelid parts of him that poke out when summoned, for she knows her own fire is potent enough to meet it. )

I must go make dinner. You are free to join me.

( Or not: his choice. )