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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.

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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

blackscales: Commission, Do Not Take! (13)

[personal profile] blackscales 2022-09-10 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Must I?" Wrathion prompts, eating his cheese thoughtfully. "Am I not making the most of it? Here we are, together, enjoying each other's company..."

Surely, that is indeed making the most of this opportunity? Of their privacy?

Not that he cannot hazard a guess that Anduin may mean something else, but it wouldn't do to assume. It has been quite some time since they were... closer, and the moment was fraught. While he knows at the time Anduin's objections were... situational, he may have new objections to their current predicament.
Edited (repetition ) 2022-09-10 21:33 (UTC)
winscenario: (hundred thirty four.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-09-10 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jim would happily let this go on forever, in fact he very nearly forgets that time passes here just as it does everywhere else. For all he cares, it could just stand still for as long as Bones wants to keep holding him like this.

The music ending feels almost like a betrayal, and it is kind of like the spell breaks, at least a little. Enough that it's not so easy to not be aware of how close they are right now, how very intimate the moment they've just shared is.

He's equally unwilling to step away, but he does lift his head with a quiet yet reluctant sigh, hands resting on Bones's shoulders instead. ]


Don't know. What do you want to do next?
winscenario: (sixteen.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-09-10 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
You don't know. I could be a shameless deviant, or a complete asshole.

[ He may still be a little of the first, to be fair. But yeah, generally speaking Finn really doesn't need to worry about him. And to be fair, he is a lot less of a menace than he used to be when he was younger.

Not saying a word about it, he reaches out to find Finn's hand, holding it again. That was nice, if Finn doesn't mind then he's happy to keep doing it. ]
hatejakku: (a real smile)

[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-09-10 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't mind even a little bit, his smile getting a little more shy but not dimming in the slightest. He threads their fingers together and rolls onto his side. ]

Are you? But, for the record, I might be okay with a shameless deviant.
winscenario: (hundred fifty four.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-09-10 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A laugh bubbles out of him, and he gives Finn's hand a light tug. He really likes the way Finn threads their fingers together, though, completely unprompted. ]

Guess you'll have to wait to find out whether or not I am one, then.
hatejakku: (little smile)

[personal profile] hatejakku 2022-09-10 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The fingers move was a strike of bravery that paid off, thank goodness. He even bites his lip for a fraction of a second over it. ]

Sounds great with me.

[ More than great, even. ]
wooden_one: (pic#13337345)

[personal profile] wooden_one 2022-09-11 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[His frown deepened for a moment. Is he angry? Not really. He's just a little confused and in possession of a bad case of resting bitch face.]

...isn't that too familiar? [Don't mind him. He comes from a place where calling people by full names is the norm for acquaintances.]
winscenario: (nineteen.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-09-11 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gosh, what a cute nerd. Jim presses his lips in, humming quietly and leaning back comfortably to watch the whales swimming through the air above them. It's a lovely night, especially with current company, and he's going to enjoy it for as long as he can. ]
beitangmoran: (sweet2)

[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-09-11 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
Well, she is... woman-shaped, and very anatomically correct, to say it tastefully.

[Honestly, it doesn't bother Moran at all, because her 'skin' is mainly metallic scales so she doesn't look naked, to him at least, but he's not one to give second thoughts to things that don't merit them in his eyes. People gawking is an annoyance so he'll take care of that and move on.]

They're the ones who assigned her to me so I assumed they were used to having such machines around, but it doesn't appear to be as common as I thought. Most of the ones I have seen around are a lot more robot-like.
beitangmoran: (Default)

[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-09-11 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
No harm done at all.

I suppose arriving here, in the way you have was probably a bit shocking, though. I think it was for all of us at first. I would say I am surprised at how we've adjusted, but human beings are nothing if not adaptable, and after more than a year and half here, very little surprises me.

So, I don't know how much help I can be but if you have questions that pour dear patron hasn't seen fit to answer, I might try my hand at it.
winscenario: (thirty three.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-09-11 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't look angry to Jim, for what it's worth. Then again, Jim's plenty used to reading past inscrutable expression. Chu Wanning has nothing on Spock, really. ]

Course not. Everyone calls me Jim. Well, most everyone. My crew often calls me Captain when we're on duty, that's different.
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-09-11 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
[That actually makes Xie Lian smile again, a bit wistfully.]

There is someone in my life who used to do that for me too. Balance out my bad luck with his good one. He's not here, though, and I wouldn't presume to demand anything, but thank you for... mitigating, I guess? Every little can help.

My bad luck comes from a curse, so as long as it's on me, there isn't much I can do to take care of it, but other people definitely can influence it.
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-09-11 10:03 am (UTC)(link)
That was also my thinking.

But in my living among mortals for many years, I learned many things that I did not know, even back when I was a mortal myself.

I used to be very, very spoiled, Daozhang. A spoiled child. Some people tried to warn me about that, and about my arrogance, but when you are a willful child who has never been denied, you think you know better than anyone else, and that people just aren't trying hard enough. You don't realize that some of what they tell you is because they tried and they failed, and they don't want you to suffer through the same disillusion and hurt they did.

[It's too bad the lesson had to be learned the very hard way for him.]

But in the end, I still think I was correct about some thing. I became a god because I wanted to help the common people, and I still want to do that. Except now, I understand how to do it better.
scrapgege: (009-01)

[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-09-11 10:06 am (UTC)(link)
Sort of? I'm not sure what I did to piss them off, but they weren't happy with me being around, and then I sort of got lost twisting and turning in the streets.

... I think it's probably gone now. Maybe it got tired of chasing after me.

[And then, there's a sort of roar nearby.]

....... Or maybe not.
scrapgege: (Default)

[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-09-11 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
I guess when you say it like that, it sounds like a favor we're doing them, really.

[But still, better far away than awaiting consequences from that nearby, and he's trotting away from the building quite rapidly. She looks like she can follow.

Of course, as she walks by his side, she might be able to start feeling the rather massive amount of qi that seems to be bubbling inside it, although most of it feels... tied down in some way.]


You're part of the people who just arrived, aren't you? I don't think we've met before. My name is Xie Lian.
biomed: (147)

[personal profile] biomed 2022-09-11 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmm... ( he drums his fingers lightly over Jim's back, feeling relaxed, lighter in the circle of his arms. )

They've a spa here, if you feel like gettin' pampered by some pretty lil thing in nothin' at all.

( There's not an ounce of judgment, just thoughtful consideration for their options. He's not about to get embarrassed about sex, for crying out loud. )

Or, we can get a private room, have supper and some entertainment sent up...
chosenbylight: do not take (093)

[personal profile] chosenbylight 2022-09-11 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
It is infuriating, how difficult Wrathion makes it to tell whether he is doing this on purpose, to force Anduin into saying embarrassing things out loud, or whether he truly does need the push into such things. Either way, Anduin's face flushes an even deeper shade of red to even have to think of explaining himself.

"We are," he replies, picking at the food in front of him. He flicks his eyes up to glance at Wrathion, gathering his courage as he does so. "I enjoy spending time together with you, like this. But..."

Anduin glances aside, perhaps unsubtly, toward the partition that separates their sleeping area from the rest of their living quarters, then back to Wrathion again.

"I can think of -- other ways. That we might take advantage of this opportunity," Anduin offers.
winscenario: (hundred seventy six.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-09-11 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jim really is this close to ask Bones if he's going to be the pretty lil thing in nothin' at all, but somehow manages to refrain from doing so. Besides, the second suggestion gets his attention a lot more effectively than the first, perking up slightly while both his hands smooth down the collar of Bones's jacket. ]

The latter sounds a lot more appealing. I'm into that.

[ His lips curl, and he bites back a chuckle. ]

Guess we should've taken your friend's offer, after all.
blackscales: Commission, Do Not Take! (25)

[personal profile] blackscales 2022-09-11 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, well, that unsubtle glance and the progressing flush is certainly a clue. Wrathion considers Anduin a long moment, then pushes to his feet -- grabs two glasses and a bottle from the ice box. He half fills both with the red wine, brings them over and sets one in front of Anduin and the other by his own plate. The bottle is left to the side, within easy reach.

"Perhaps not something to be rushed," he offers, and picks up a chunk of cold meat to feed himself.

They can relax, slowly, first. Get comfortable.
wooden_one: (tsun | hm?)

[personal profile] wooden_one 2022-09-11 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's amazing, how often people here are used to dealing with difficult people.]

Oh. [He's...not really comfortable with that but it did seem odd to keep insisting. The uncertainty is written into a deeper frown before he turns his head away and focuses on watching where he was going.] You were a captain?
chosenbylight: do not take (045)

[personal profile] chosenbylight 2022-09-11 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
It -- is not very subtle, is it? Anduin winces at himself, as Wrathion moves to stand, though he relaxes slightly as he realizes Wrathion is going for the wine, instead of... Who knows what else. The hard liquor, perhaps? Wine certainly sets a better mood than needing whiskey to get himself through Anduin's attempts at flirtation, at any rate.

He offers his companion the flick of a smile as the glass is set in front of him, reaching forward to take a sip to calm his nerves before setting it down again.

"Perhaps not," he allows. There is no rush -- this is their space. They can spend their time however they please. But... Anduin does please. By the Light, he hopes that if Wrathion can tell, at least he's not embarrassing himself too much. He glances away, reaching for another bite of food and catching sight of Wrathion's gloves. Which he still is wearing, here at the table.

"You are allowed at least to make yourself comfortable," he muses. "As we have established, it is just the two of us here together."
blackscales: Commission, Do Not Take! (13)

[personal profile] blackscales 2022-09-12 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
"I am comfortable."

Who would be uncomfortable? He's perfectly fine, thank you Anduin. Maybe he just really likes these gloves. He wears gloves all the time! Has done as far back as Pandaria! What about gloves says he is uncomfortable?

Surely, projection. Anduin is uncomfortable and imagining it.
thedreamer: (0313)

[personal profile] thedreamer 2022-09-12 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Demand away! What are we all here for, otherwise? Well, I know what they've told us. The very little they've told us. But along with all of that, we're here to help each other. So, you've got me, balancing out the bad luck.

[ He's a curious sort of course, and not always tactful, so he'll launch right into the questions. ]

Now a curse, that's something different. What happened to you?
thedreamer: (0321)

[personal profile] thedreamer 2022-09-12 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
A few hundred years ago now, and they were different than these dragons, but no less magnificent.

[ Generally, all life is fascinating and wonderful to him. Every creature - person or otherwise - is important.

He does take her hand, moving closer as he kneels beside the dragon. He lets his hand rest there, unmoving, absolutely enraptured about being this close. ]


I can't blame him for that. This must all be a bit of a shock to him, eh? Has he encountered other dragons like this before? What's his name? [ He's a curious sort, hence all the questions.

He's kept his hand still against the dragon before him as well, waiting for the right moment to move his hand. ]
northerndragon: (my mind is racing)

/just advances timeline a bit

[personal profile] northerndragon 2022-09-12 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
[It goes on like this as they find a way out. He shrinks from her, from everyone; he dodges and hesitates. He is determined to carry on, though his jaw is tense and his hand is like enough to shake when there is no sword in it. Eventually, at the threat of separation, he takes a long look at Daenerys’s peeling skeletal arm, then wraps his fingers around it with care, and gives it another brief look of surprise when it doesn’t come off.

They do not go by the door, but another way, and when they’re outside, he releases her arm with a sharp gasp.

Everywhere he looks, everyone is still dead.

And then, after some time, they’re not. The faces passing, they come back together. No rot — as whole as they might ever have been.

He feels the tension begin to leave his shoulders, his breath beginning to slow. And when he looks at Daenerys, she is as whole as anyone else — but mussed as anyone would be.]


You’re you.

[The words of a fool, he knows, a wondering fool, looking at her as if she fell from the sky. There is pain where he was struck, and his feet are weighted with ice.]