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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2022-11-13 04:42 pm

hale and whole


HALE AND WHOLE




BEHIND YOU | MAGICAL SERIES OF EVENTS | THE SCENIC SCIENCE ROUTE | SPREAD YOUR JOY




Talismans burned, Serthica’s undeath reveals itself:

■ The dragon eye allows indefinite access to the undeath-sight pendant feature. Use it 15 minutes at a time, with a 45-minute cooldown.

■ Those who delivered talismans or the eye have residual immunity: they cannot be sensed by mannequins or by undead linked to the curse-sickness. This is transferrable once.


The Merchant presents the Serthica findings, recommending evacuation. Outvoted, he agrees to sponsor the group until the beacon’s annual start-up. To heal Serthica, the party must destroy the magical anchors of the curse-sickness, develop its science/herbal cure, then distribute it across the overground citadels.


BEHIND YOU

Courtesy of Five Hargreeves, the Child of the Unwinding you slayed his father, the undead lord Beastmaster. The burlap mannequins released from Remembrance actively hunt you.

■ They are constantly watching, stalking, hunting. You always hear the deep asynchrony of their footsteps. Some mannequins bear an uncanny human likeness: staring extensively chills you.

■ Most mannequins cover up in excess clothing and swarm you in crowded spaces to stab. They borrow your appearance, if they touch you. Some devolve into eldritch forms, mimicking voices or puppeteering husked corpses to lure you.

■ Each mannequin has a one-word code on its nape or right calf — once spoken, the creature glitches, letting you run.




A MAGICAL SEQUENCE OF EVENTS

The corrosive magic that spreads throughout Serthica is anchored in two areas: a port dock and a former Mouse House shelter. Cleanse it through exorcism, purification, healing spells, or by planting wards borrowed from Karsa.

This magic feels hot, asphyxiating, aggressively proliferating, intrusive. Uncontained, it gradually feeds off your power. It might drive you to anger, bitterness, doubt or violence.

To Arc III survivors, it feels like the overwhelming power native to the Ke-Sanwon volcano (not dark water).

■ Once you’ve destroyed both magical anchors, inhuman-looking mannequins deactivate. Human-presenting ones seem sluggish and inattentive.

Finn’s mannequin remains alive when supplied life or magical force (think 5% of someone’s reserves) — either through weekly transfers or a rewiring of the magic that sustains her (by a party magic user, or Finn can learn the skills in later travel.)




✘ WET OF THE DOCK'S WET

At first, locals don’t remember the putrid inactive dock exists as a distant extension of Serthica’s port, located past a familiar deserted marketplace. Here, rotten wood, a stench of perpetual moulding, torn ropes and rusted chains.

Thinking extensively about the dock before finding it incurs nausea, vertigo and the animal instinct to flee.

■ Persist, and you learn this dock was once used to smuggle in illegal arrivals from Ke-Waihu. Later, it loaded the bodies of the plagued that were burned at sea.

■ Rotten wood planks can break, dropping you into paralysing waters. The dead might reach out from the depths to drag you in.

■ You hear alluring, wind-born whispers of, How chilly it is, while the cold abruptly intensifies, and, It’s warm in the waters.. Won’t you… jump in?

■ Ships no longer call here — yet a small boat stops for you. You might feel compelled or curious to join the lone passenger — a man in white, whose features you forget after. As the boat drifts, attracting the swimming undead that seek to climb in, the man offers safe return, if you answer: What do you most want? Where would you stop to obtain it? Lie, and the boat capsizes, leaving you to swim back amid undead. Answer honestly to return unharmed.




✘ (UN)SHELTERED

Visit the impoverished, underground Mouse House and avoid breathing in the thick, memory clouding sedative infusions. The grandiose shelter is familiar, its recalling the ruined mansion of the Unwinding. Locals say the house — which preceded Ma’am Mariol’s shelter as an orphanage — is haunted. The coal sickness spread overground after a child was adopted from here.

■ Spirits jump to throttle you or trip you down stairs, throw knives or lock you in claustrophobic rooms. Stair steps, window sills and roof beams readily collapse.

■ The last entries of house logs, found open on a library desk, mention seven freshly arrived children — six native to the Mouse House, including Gavroche, and one heavily burned boy from Ke-Waihu.

■ The ghosts of orphanage caretakers are enjoying a tea party. They ask if you are a servant or a guest. Answer ‘servant,’ and you must pour tea, as attendants stab you with cutlery when you’re within reach. You are dismissed once you finish pouring. Answer ‘guest’, and you must join them at the table and perform whatever they ask: slap yourself, dress up as a doll, answer inconvenient questions, etc. You can leave once someone else has poured tea.

■ Find the dark magic source in the house greenhouse that has been overrun by ruinous mould. While physically unharmed, you feel overcome by crippling fear, loneliness, abandonment or futility. Talking about it helps soothe it.


THE SCENIC SCIENCE ROUTE

The science-based cure requires retrieving resources and researching an answer. Godspeed.



✘ THE SEED & THE STORM

The Unwinding revealed strands of juniper and rosemary that cure the sickness. Cain d’Ubiq confirms quantities of each plant remain cryogenically intact aboard the Serthica Aerial Healing Unit ships that were caught in the crossfire of the Sibilant Sands, when Eidris and Minaras fought their last battle. Find the vessels to retrieve the goods.

■ Take your transport flier or one of Cain d’Ubiq’s martial, fire-breathing dragons to traverse the Sibilant Sands, roughly one day’s flight each way of Serthica. Expect a hard ride, amid the growing howl of winds whipping your face and the accelerating pulse of a breaking storm.

■ Martial dragons challenge inexperienced riders, but fly sturdily through intermittent sandstorms and whirlwinds.

■ The ships can be found near dragon bones and human skeletons, in stages of burial or disrepair, stranded between rocks, or threatening to collapse once rattled.

■ Beware serpentine barbed wire animated by dark water, which jumps up from the sands. Just as vile are buried vermin-like creatures that send their razor-blade-ended tentacles to strike out from below ground.

■ Members of protest group Remembrance are also unearthing ships. They plan to board mannequins on the vessels, pass them as Minaraian and attack Eidris once more.

■ Their volatile leader Chrichter is personally fixing a ship.





✘ THINK, TANK

Time to liberate a lab. Minaras’ foremost medical unit is the Conclave Healing Academy, comprising research labs, libraries, equipment rooms and sample collections, including some of the coal sickness.

■ The Academy connects to the centre that treatsZenobius and brims with healing apprentices. Bring juniper and rosemary samples, pose as a bright-eyed novice healer or a concerned relative of Zenobius, or barge in.

■ The Academy is cold, sterile, clean and swarmed by practising medics and academicians. Some even debate resurrection and immortality. Access is barred below, where you can hear occasional, sharp… growls.

■ Several basement laboratories are marked to study the coal sickness. Steal the entry codes from guards or tease them from a lowly medical intern — but don’t linger on the corridors long. Large clockwork hounds patrol and are attracted to sweat, a heightened or rapid pulse, shortness of breath or other biological signs of fear.

■ Take over a lab to concoct a cure elixir from the herbal strands. Test it against the coal sickness samples. Work safely, or the start of a blood cough might announce you’ve taken sick.

■ Hold the fort until your cure’s done, while guards and hounds try to enter your lab through air vents, windows or ram the door. Fight back, distract them or persuade the Academy protective droids they’re the enemy.

■ Anyone affected with the sickness can drink the cure without waiting to destroy the magical anchors. Symptoms fully disappear within 24-72h. Characters remain sensitive to the un/dead.




SPREAD YOUR JOY

Mass-production time: take over the former underground Remembrance headquarters, one of Cain d’Ubiq’s factories, or make potions in your back yard. The cure can be drunk or absorbed through skin and must be spread overground.

You can pursue your own ideas, but some suggestions on the house:

■ Take your dragon or hijack a Minaras airship and a diffuser to spray down an incense mix that contains the cure. Minaras airships sleep in secured bays you’ll have to infiltrate. Careful taking a dragon into Minaras or an airship to Eidris — local authorities may perceive this as a security breach.

■ Reprogram or con hapless droids to feed the cure as ‘novel vitamins’ to their owners.

■ Commandeer the Mouse House train that ferries supplies from the Serthica ports and spray the cure on produce and grains.

Minaras High Councillor Arabella has been previously targeted by Remembrance and could be subtly persuaded to help by her rescuers.

Vanessa’s contact, crime boss Artemius Bale, might also have his people sneak the cure into waterways — if you cut a deal.

■ …lemonade stand?



NOTES:

■ We need one finished thread of breaking the anchors and supplying, making and distributing the cure to get the Very Best Ending, but there are multiple other finale options too — link your threads by 29 November!

■ Thanks to Finn and the Doctor’s efforts to help Ma’am Mariol’s orphanage, enjoy tips, information and help with legwork from her street-smart urchins.

■ You can ask for Artemius Bale & others here or at the NPC inbox!

BACK TO THE TOP.


QUESTIONS

unas: ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (Default)

number one ► star trek

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Wrathion | Warcraft

[personal profile] blackscales 2022-11-13 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
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cairhien: (Default)

moiraine damodred ► the wheel of time

[personal profile] cairhien 2022-11-13 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
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vdovy: (➤ 097)

[personal profile] vdovy 2022-11-13 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
BEHIND YOU
Always on the lookout for threats, Yelena has kept a close eye on the burlap mannequins now stalking their party. Today she spots them at the market, their many-layered garb a dead giveaway in the afternoon heat. The target they are stalking appears unaware. Yelena sidles up beside the mannequins' mark and pretends to survey merchandise.

"You are being followed," she informs in a low voice.
WET OF THE DOCK'S WET
— PLANTING WARDS
Yelena voted to leave Serthica, personally, but she has no strong feelings when the majority elects to stay. She figures that if the group is going all out on saving this place, she might as well help. She isn't trying to be a hero or anything. It's just something to do. (At least that's what she tells herself.)

"Yeugh," she gags as she nears the docks, Karsa's wards burning a hole in her pockets. She can't wait to plant them and get the hell out.

Up ahead, she can make out a human-shaped figure obscured by dense fog. She pulls her gun and aims it at the ground (for now). "You better not be a mannequin," she calls out.
— BOAT RIDE
Okay, so maybe Yelena lied to the man in white, but his reaction is going a little... well, overboard. The boat capsizes, dumping her into the waters with a hefty splash. She resurfaces almost immediately, searching around for the way back to dry land, when what feels like a bony hand wraps around her ankle. "Oh f—" is all she gets out before she is once again pulled under.
THE SCENIC SCIENCE ROUTE
— THE SEED & THE STORM
When Yelena reaches her destination and dismounts the dragon she rode in on, she looks every bit as rough as the ride was. There are faint red marks across her face and neck where the wind lashed her with her own braided hair and her skin is pale save for splotchy red cheeks from the altitude. But she feels alive. It's not every day she gets to fulfill an impossible childhood dream, and riding a mystical creature is high up there. "That was so much fun!"
— THINK, TANK
Finally, Yelena Belova is deep in her element. There is an unconscious guard at her feet, a list of secret entry codes in her hands, and a clandestine mission to be completed. Her only concern is the footsteps she can hear fast approaching. She points her arm, wrist taser charged and ready, and nearly fires as the person rounds the corner. She realizes just in time that it's not a guard but another member of her party, here to accomplish the same goal. Relieved, Yelena sighs heavily. "Wow, I almost electrocuted you."

[ OOC: Wildcards welcome. Quickest way to reach me for plotting or anything else is cosmology#1563 on Discord. ]
chosenbylight: (aenia-003)

Anduin Wrynn | Warcraft

[personal profile] chosenbylight 2022-11-13 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Anduin is, needless to say, not pleased with Karsa's revelation. Or perhaps it was the revelation of the dragon's eye. Regardless, he supposes he should say that he is not entirely surprised at that either. At the fact that over half of the populace has already passed from the coal sickness, at the fact that some of them have been replaced by these mannequins that some of the other otherworlders have encountered.

It fills him with a heaviness that is difficult to shake off though, at first. There is a chance after all that these people are beyond their help. That the whole city is beyond their help. And when a vote is put up amongst their group, Anduin is torn on how exactly is best to proceed on it. The healer in him wins out in the end, of course. If there is a chance that they can save these people, or at least stop this terrible blight from spreading further than Serthica's borders... Then at least they must try.

It is the chance that they may just succeed in eliminating the disease -- and therefore the majority of the population -- that has Anduin initially convinced he should go to the leaders of the citadel and warn them of said possibility. But a careful conversation with Wrathion convinces him out of that plan. There is a history, in Azeroth, of cleansing the population of sickness with the mass slaughter of any who showed the slightest sign of illness. Anduin cannot take the risk that Arabella might choose to follow suit. Not when there may still be hope for these people yet.

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makemeasong: (𝑖 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠)

❂ Clara Oswald | Doctor Who

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Kahl-175 |⍓| Warframe

[personal profile] kahl_175 2022-11-13 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
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reparo: (veritaserum)

hermione granger (harry potter)

[personal profile] reparo 2022-11-13 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
(un)sheltered
[ Let the Child out of the Unwinding, they said, because poor child. It boggles the mind that so many people with such high IQ between them can ultimately end in such a disastrous situation. Luckily (for Five), Hermione is unaware of why exactly the Child is so angry and prone to attack all of them with his creepy mannequins made of rags.

Unfortunately, curing the coal sickness and deactivating the spells that keep those monsters alive means venturing forward into a shelter that used to be occupied previously, which is very reminiscent of the very Unwinding she was so happy to escape. The things we do for escape.

Up ahead of you, there is darkness. You don't hear anything, because she is staying quiet and trying to not attract the attention of whatever haunts this place. When Hermione decides that there's nothing in pursuit, then she acts - and you hear a soft: ]
Lumos. [ Then, there is light. A dim, blue light that sprouts from the tip of her wand, and accidentally blinds you a little. And a witch that startles (that's her) and lowers it. ]

Gods - sorry about that. You're awfully quiet, I didn't know someone was there.


THINK, THANK
a. password please

[You lucky sport, overhearing her try to negotiate her passage into the Academy the nice way. (Hint: this might not be her first attempt today. It's not going great.) By all means, try to lend a hand, but she can assure you she has it Handled.]

As I've said, sir, there have been several discrepancies in tax declarations and I will need to audit the papers - I've checked this already with the director, was word of my arrival not sent ahead by the Tax Collection Office? [There is no such thing. She's bluffing. The poor receptionist.]

Will you just give me a guest lanyard or something, and I'll just make my way up to his office myself, thank you.

[ Such fun. Please help.]

b. bubble bubble

[If you are in the Academy lab already, you may actually find yourself in the way, as a short-tempered witch is trying to brew a cure in three cauldrons at the same time.

Where did she get the cauldrons? How did she smuggle in all those herbs? (Don't worry about it.) Has she skipped one counterclockwise stir? Argh. ]


Was that four or five?


[ooc; If you have something particular in mind that can't fit into these three scenarios, feel free to poke me here, or just bring your own scenario. I'm always down for S H E N A N I G R A N G E R S.]
balancedwire: (Don't Tell Me)

Xie Yun • Legend of Fei

[personal profile] balancedwire 2022-11-14 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
(Un) Sheltered

[ Of course when it comes to the Mouse House he's bound to head inside. Especially when his wife had been very passionate when it came to Ma'am Mariol and those children. Something that he, himself, had been passionate about too.

He's quiet as he heads through, if him and his companion suddenly find the greenhouse... then so be it. ]


Think, Tank

[ It's possible due to his 'job' that he doesn't have a problem getting in to study the coal sickness. After all, when one deals with coal and mining, it can be used to one's advantage, right? So, if someone needed a lab for a cure they could possibly come find him.

He will do whatever he can to help and keep guards and hounds at bay, if need be. He won't hesitate to protect those trying to come up with the cure. ]


[ OOC: If you want something else, or something catches your eye, PM me or throw me a starter and we'll go from there! ]
silverneedles: (072)

wen qing | the untamed

[personal profile] silverneedles 2022-11-14 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
1. (UN)SHELTERED

The tea party this time is not much more enjoyable than the first tea party Wen Qing encountered in this mansion. The guests, sharp-eyed and sharp-tongued to a fault, are no more delightful than the murderous ones of days past. Perhaps even less delightful, as those sharp, ghastly eyes gleam, and one guest asks Wen Qing what she is.

Guest is the wrong answer but the one that comes out, and Wen Qing is dragged to the table, ghostly hands pinching her cheek. "A delightful doll, isn't she?" one coos. "My dear, you aren't dressed for the part. Hurry, you must change," another says, while shoving a dress into Wen Qing's arms. "We don't want to disappoint."

This is how Wen Qing finds herself at the table, a teacup in front of her, waiting for someone to pour tea while she sits through a nightmare:

"Dearie, when do you plan on getting married? You're not getting any younger, you know. How old are you?"

2. THINK, TANK

A sprig of rosemary in hand, Wen Qing carefully strips it of leaves, making sure not to drop any of them. It would be wasteful otherwise. While people are bringing back more and more of both rosemary and juniper, it's likely they will need great quantities of any cure they devise.

Wen Qing is a familiar face around the academy, often having slipped into the labs to work on potions and salves under the guise of her role as a rehabilitator, but this work on a cure has led her deeper into the Academy. Luckily, there are people around, and someone else was able to liberate the lab. The pounding on the door is annoying, but she's worked through worse.

"Hand me the mortar and pestle, would you?" she asks anyone nearby, hands still gloved as she works with the plants, a veil over the bottom half of her face. No need to risk sickness, not now.


3. WILDCARD

[ nothing here works? let me know and I will be happy to write up a starter! or, alternatively, throw a starter at me. ]
downswing: (s.o.s.)

lan wangji | the untamed

[personal profile] downswing 2022-11-14 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)


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biomed: (018)

McCoy | Trek (AOS)

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matermali: (080)

vanessa ives | penny dreadful

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Jimmy McGill | Better Call Saul

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[ plotting comment here! I'm crazy slow at top-levels, which means: you're never too late! ]
strewth: campbell; a green and pleasant land. (in the cinema)

john constantine | ota.

[personal profile] strewth 2022-11-17 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
a. IF YOU'VE GOT SOMEBODY WAITING | behind you.
John's greatest strength, beyond magic or knowledge or sheer bastardry, is his ability to plan. Going back to an old fight is an invitation to destroy. He waits. He sets his traps. John has many flaws, but patience isn't one of them.

Wards etched in (pink) chalk, charcoal and occsionally bits of blood are smeared around the walls. They make crude, angular shapes, looking like nothing in particular, unless you stare too long. Did they move? Does it spell your name? The face of a friend, a lover?

Of course not. You're seeing things. Turn away, and watch a mannequin become tangled in its own burlap, caught in the mess of its own limbs. John dithers by the sidelines, watching the magic take hold, torturing a thing without feeling.

Probably.

"Hsst-" he raises his hand, hushing anyone coming by. "Dunno how long this'll last. Gospel of Esau. Tricky business."
b. PUPPET ON A STRING | a magical sequence of events.
He ends up at the children's hostel by noon, or thereabouts-- despite this being a clockwork city, he can't quite get a handle on the time. It's the mid point between when he woke and when he'd like to sleep. It'll do him well enough.

You'll find him with liquor. A table has an arrangement of bottles, some bright, some dark, others big, small, strange-shaped, corked or open. But all are full, and all arranged on the table corresponding to a spiderweb of (pink) chalk. Sigils and signs run between the bottles, and John is almost done writing them down.

He grabs your hand. You're nearest, or you were coming near enough-- it doesn't matter.

His hand is clammy. A bead of sweat runs down his temple.

"C'mon, mate." A smile blossoms on his face. "Can't drink it all."
c. I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE | wet of dock's wet.
The dead are always all around, and maybe you can see them, too. For a half-moment, flickering in putrid darkness, John is surrounded by a panoply of ghosts. Nuns, priests, hippies, punk rockers, children, the elderly-- people from every walk of life cluster around his form. He stands on rotted wood, and looks up at them. He sees you, and knows you see them.

They see you, and ignore you. They look down on John, and maybe it's the weight of their disdain that breaks the wood beneath his feet.

The water breaks the spell. He moves, thrashes, calls out. Hands reach up, but they don't help. The dead want him. They drag him down.
d. SPIRITS IN THE MATERIAL WORLD | (un)sheltered.
The orphanage again. He doesn't even like kids. But the Dickensian quality does draw him in, as much as he bloody loathes it.

It takes time for him to find it. The source, he's sure of it, but of what? A labyrinth can be anything, and the heart is the seat of its power. This heart bleeds fear, pumps acid, and John can be found collapsed behind a fern, holding his head.

"Can't go back," he murmurs. "You can't go home again."

And then he laughs. "Hated that fucking book."
e. WILDCARD.
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thedreamer: (Default)

the doctor ► doctor who

[personal profile] thedreamer 2022-11-18 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
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cosplayqueen: (strategy)

kamala khan | mcu

[personal profile] cosplayqueen 2022-11-19 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
behind you

[She shouldn't go looking for trouble. Once Kamala knows what's going down, she can't help it. She can't do anything about sickness and widespread undead people. She knows how to stop bad things from hurting people. Kamala start sneaking around in her Ms. Marvel costume to see if she can track some down aka patrolling. Is this bad? Good? Who can say? Kamala is trying to help. This is the only way she can see how for now.]

spread your joy

[Her next attempt to help is simpler. They need to spread a cure? Cool. Kamala knows how to get people to ingest something they did not watch being made. She sets up a lemonade stand. It works with her cover. A protestor would suck up to the masses by handing out free drinks to spread good will for the cause.

Feel free to grab some or say hi while she gets the job done!]
song_of_fire: ([Daenerys] Pained)

Daenerys Targaryen | A Song of Ice and Fire

[personal profile] song_of_fire 2022-11-20 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
Behind You

[It's Drogon's screech that wakes her, high pitched and sharp, breaking the silence. Having spent hours watching the incubator, Daenerys wasn't even aware that she had fallen asleep until she was jolted awake by Drogon's cry. Searching around, her focus failed to notice what was watching her, stalking closer.

Danger was close. She didn't need to see it, trusting the hair that stood up on the back of her neck. Gathering the incubator and strapping it to her side, she darted out of the dragon housing, feeling the beating of Drogon's wings at her back.

She scurried, casting a glance back over her shoulder, searching for whatever threat Drogon warned her about. She near collided with someone else, not stopping her speed.]


I apologize! You need to run before it gets you too!

Wet of the Dock's Wet

[The smell of mold and rotting wood is the only thing that grounds Dany in this moment. Even the heat from the incubator is nothing more than a whisper against her skin. She was still rattled, a dazed look on her face as she watched the waters. There was no sign of the strange boatman and vessel that had carried her to the middle of the waters. She shivered, no longer feeling warm but the cold fingers of death.

The soft wood shifted under her feet, pushing Dany to at least move, breaking her daze. She spied someone ahead and glanced over her shoulder, worried the boat would return again.]


Be careful. There is someone out there.
beitangmoran: (Default)

Beitang Moran

[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-11-20 10:21 am (UTC)(link)
THINK, TANK / SPREAD YOUR JOY

[It's not that Moran is not scientifically-minded, because he is, but his interest in it is more because everything interests him and his knowledge, while more extensive than that of a layperson on many subjects, pales in comparison to that of the actual scientists they now have in their midsts.

And as a royal, if there is one thing Moran is good at, it's delegating to people who know what they're doing far better than he does, while he does what he is the best at : making sure they get every resource they need.

One may have wondered why exactly he insisted on upholding the pretense of his 'job', teaching rhetoric and public speaking to the aspiring and in-place members of the political elite of Minaras. But it comes in just fine now that he needs favors and that a great number among them would be just glad to slip a little word to someone they know for their esteemed teacher.

Several locales have bene procured but they need safeguarding, either actively, which people can do bodily, or through more administrative means, which is is very equipped to do.

Supplies need acquiring, and as it happens, he knows someone who is very good at trading and getting things for a good price.

Time to leverage some political muscles here.]


((OOC : we are super late, don't mind us. This is open for any shenanigans regarding procuring places to experiment or ingredients, happy enough to write custom starters below if needed but I juts needed this bit out.))
Edited 2022-11-20 10:25 (UTC)
weifinder: (flute | i know your heart's telling you)

closed starters

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closed starters

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