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Entry tags:
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sand in your eyes
And onwards, through the cursed desert. The mini-journey Arc covers 6-21 January and doubles as a test drive meme. Participants do not need an invite to apply this round. Have fun!
A HOUSE UNITED WILL SAND | SOILMATES | A PYRAMID SCHEME
A SANDING OVATION
Sand in your eyes, down your throat, stifling. You wake half-buried in high dunes, crawling towards helping hands. Thirst vanquishes you.
You are quickly offered a translation and communication pendant and introduced to the leader of the caravan that saved you — good Mazyar, who thanks the stars for your most incredible luck to be rescued by his generous and humble self. For he is not a man for idle praise, but he has sold salt to salt makers, he was courted by seven of the five great trade guilds and brought peace to the Stairs of Sighs…
Mazyar reveals you are in Akhuras, where undead lieges seek to weaponise you in their war for dominion. Mazyar’s good but less successful friend, the elusive Merchant ferries otherworlders east, where ancient beacons can transport them home.
Retire for now and regain your strength. Come morning, further otherworlders will arrive from Serthica — and your journey may begin.
ONE SAND WASHES THE OTHER
The veteran party reunites with newcomers in the desert, and with the merchant Mazyar — who once guided them through the Stairs of Sighs. His caravan is protected by the Scavengers —deathly a tribe of hardened desert raiders. They bring water flasks, supplies, cooling suits and tents to share. Their snail-like carriage mounts can transport the weak.
You are bound for the seized citadel of Alem, swarmed on each side by undead battalions. To access it, you must obtain one of the enormous sand worms that trawl the deserts, which can be deployed to create underground passageways.
The Scavengers will lead the caravan through haunted dunes, the worms’ traditional hunting grounds and temple-fortress Uruksithar.
A HOUSE UNITED WILL SAND
The group first reaches the Valley of Unchaining, bordered by high cliffs and fang-like stones. Here and there, discover bloodied footprints, half-buried shackles and red chains. You might even stumble upon an eroded tombstone inscribed, H R SL EP THE UNCH IN D. At its feet are dulled dagger blades and rough calcar stone.
COULD DIE FROM LAUGHTER
You fool, never eat alone. Happen by the camp’s outskirts with your dinner, and you might glimpse the silhouettes of starved desert hyenas, their eyes glistening green. They will come close if you bear raw meat or bleeding wounds.
- ■ Scavengers say, if you see the hyenas, throw them food or a cloth drenched in fresh blood, then run without looking back until you no longer hear their cruel cries.
■ Some hyenas mimic rasped human voices, begging help or calling your name. One feeble hyena wears a chain of red shackles around its neck.
■ If you look back while chased, you find the green stare of the hyenas fixed upon you. You are gradually overcome by starvation, violence and the urge to dismember prey and feast on raw flesh. Player’s choice on whether characters can resist this compulsion, which disappears at dawns, or if they taste blood.
■ Scavengers will deny you entrance into the camp if you appear possessed in this way.
SANDIMENTAL VALUE
You walk the Valley, Scavengers say, and Mother Death walks with you. A once handsome crone might appear beside you, bare-footed and dressed in clean linens. She remains silent unless spoken to and flinches if you move suddenly, as if she fears being struck.
- ■ Treat the Crone kindly, and she entrusts you with a small pouch holding a fraction of her ashes, which she wants scattered from the hills.
■ Use rope and climbing hooks and take cover behind stone formations. Beware the violent sand whirlwinds that batter the cliffs, threatening to plunge you down or choke you with sand.
■ If you succeed, the Crone appears to watch her scattering ashes and bless you with good luck for the rest of your journey. Your kindness, she says, reminds her of her daughter.
SOILMATES
The three-day walk to Uruksithar traverses the sand worms’ hunting grounds, where dunes shift periodically in sharp, tectonic waves. Watch your step and don’t be surprised if your tent sinks at night.
- ■ The Scavengers organise daily reconnaissance parties in the desert hills. Stay with them to unbury dune treasures.
■ The brave & brazen can try to catch sand worms. The massive creatures erupt overground periodically, catching prey in their large mouths, or crushing it beneath their heft as they plunge in the depths — creating large sinkholes in the process.
■ On its back, each sand worm has a few darker scales that draw the shape of a rune. To tame a sand worm, you must find its rune, then write the symbol on the worm’s back using blood from your hands. Report your catch by 23:59 on 17 January!
■ The sand worm bonds with you for three weeks until the next full moonrise, or until you draw the same rune on your cut hand.
■ Those who secure a sand worm find it grudgingly follows them underground for the rest of the journey. The creature can only be steered or ridden.
■ Some sand worms are vicious, old and sufficiently magical to retaliate by taking the link over and forcing their bonded humans to experience their lives — briefly sensitive to light and strong sounds, or unable to speak. Some might experience mild fevers. All symptoms disappear when the bond breaks.
A PYRAMID SCHEME
At last, welcome to Uruksithar, former jewel of the desert — now reduced to rusted gates and tattered walls of wind-lashed stone.
The abandoned palace-fortress features a row of minor temples and barren gardens that surround a great, ruinous pit. The state of residential furnishings suggests the grounds were lived mere years prior. Walk north to find a a large pool of thickened black water that exudes a cold, unsettling presence. Veteran party members know what to expect.
Nail scratches on some temple walls read, we, who did not sleep or i ask the wind to grieve our chains. By the pit, a stone plate helpfully says, drop by drop, even base water turns to poison.
The Scavengers disperse to raid the temples, advising you to carry water everywhere. One raider mentions that the local Temple of Ra’esh stores silver waters that can woo sand worms.
OCTOPUS PRIME
Uruksithar’s great gong strikes every two hours, to groans and shudders from the abyssal pit. Scavengers immediately take cover behind walls, bind themselves to columns or rush into crumbling residences.
- ■ For five minutes, as the gong sounds a pathetic dirge, a bouquet of tentacles erupts from the pit, sweeping nearby streets to capture living things.
■ Throwing water on the tentacles forces them to retreat, while black liquid from the northern pool burns them down. Further tendrils emerge until the gong quiets.
■ Should you fall into the pit, use your climbing hooks to latch onto the walls and don’t look down. A grotesque, sharp-toothed mouth awaits below to devour you, amid the squelching sounds of the tissue and material it has been masticating for decades. It won’t give up its lunch easily.
TOMB AND GLOOM
Ra’esh the Bright-maker, he who saw but peace beneath the skies. His humble temple is anonymous among numerous worship grounds. Scavengers say, four years ago, a wanderer sculpted an eye with a sun for a pupil on the entrance door. Take a torch and head in.
- ■ Long-stripped of its glory, the maze-like Temple of Ra’esh is now cold stone, stale window-less corridors and heavy doors that snap down from the ceiling.
■ Distant susurrations of water point you towards your destination.
■ As you walk in, pay attention to the engravings near the entryway of each temple room. Some depict arrows, forecasting spikes will burst up from floors tiles. Sculpted drops hint pouring water in this spot will open a door. Open a door with an engraving of large serpents, and… well. The engravings can help characters navigate the maze and completely avoid its traps. Feel free to make up your own engravings & traps, if you want!
■ The altar room contains a pool with pearlescent waters that surround a woman fully bandaged in gauze, her sight obscured. She is bound to a column with chains and shackles akin to those found in the desert. Rare peeks of her skin show it rotting or sickly pale.
■ She asks either if you are her mother, come for her at last. Do you engage?
■ Take water from the pool, and you can lure a sand worm to you once you have exited Uruksithar. Hazed, but sweet-tempered, it will follow you underground and allow you to ride it for the three weeks until the next full moonrise. These sand worms won’t give you a hard time during the bond period. Report your worm too by 23:59 on 17 January!
NOTES
- ■ Test driving & in-game characters can top level logs here — test driving characters can also put up network posts in this space c:
■ Feel free to investigate the mystery of the chains and shackles, but no pressure — it’s not critical to Arc V.
■ Hit up NPCs!
■ Navigation top.
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[You're the one that got killed, is what she would say if he knew. Right now, she can't. She simply can't ruin whatever there is now between them. It feels off balance, and she knows it has to do with all the time that's passed for her.]
I just want you safe, Pietro. That's all.
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So far so good. I think the biggest challenge for us right now might be the sun. My face feels like it's peeling over.
[trust him to be whiny about nonsensical things.]
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[It slips out so easily, that exasperated remark, that it surprises her. She never spoke to anyone like she spoke to Pietro. Like a sibling. He drove her insane, sometimes, but she loved him most of all. But now--now she's the older one, and she reaches over to pull some of the suit's drapings more to cover his exposed skin.]
Maybe in the citadel being attacked by the undead, someone will have lotion for you.
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You think I haven't tried that? It keeps falling off!
[he has no patience for anything.]
Besides, you really think this place has something like lotion? Come on, [he lets go, so he can do a short jog to follow along the trail of the giant snail.] we can just walk under the shadow!
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See? You solved your own problem.
[She has to call it out to him, because she's not jogging in this heat. But she's making her way to him at her pace, forever keeping him in her line of sight.
Once caught up, she bumps her shoulder gently against his arm.]
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when she does reach him and bumps her shoulder against his arm, pietro returns the favor, playfully.]
So, you have been here for a month in this desert? Anyone else we know, or are we just lucky? I saw some other people that just arrived, too.
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Strange probably wouldn't be very pleased with that.
But how can she explain her knowing any new arrivals when he doesn't?
It's beginning to feel like every breath she takes is a complication.]
Why? Am I not enough for you, Pietro?
[She asks, mock hurt, hand on her chest. Stalling.]
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[there are often times when he and wanda go back and forth like this, but this feels like a more concerted effort to lay it on thick. but pietro lets it be, thinking that while to him it doesn't feel like an awful long time since he last saw her, wanda did say she was here about a month.
they've never spent that much time apart.]
But we can focus on you if you want. Your hair? What happened to it?
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[Duh, Pietro. What she doesn't say is why, because Wanda Maximoff had once been easily identifiable by her long dark hair, and it had been easy to just change its color on the off chance someone outside of the states recognized her while on the run.]
You don't like it?
[Now she's going to purposely put words in his mouth. Wanda looks at him with a frown just a bit too exaggerated to pass as genuine.]
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[he states that, matter of factly, because wanda did tease him a lot about his butchered bleach job that he got done in someone's house over the bathroom sink. pietro thought it looked cool—wanda clearly had other opinions about it, even if she was just being an annoying little sister about it.
which is why, as the older brother (that he thinks he is), he will offer her the opposite reaction.
he can be mature, even as her pout doesn't move him at all.]
It's nice. [reaching over with a hand, he lets his fingers brush over the strands that stick out from around the suit.] I just have to get used to it. [a small grin.] And here I thought you'd never do anything to your hair.
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[Sorry, Spike. You're new and Wanda is already Judging.]
Maybe he can give you some tips for the next time you do yours.
[Why talk about herself, at all, when she can focus on him instead?]
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[no thank you, pietro doesn't like this scary superstitious stuff. that's not his vibe at all. even if the bleached hair is something that's mildly curious...?
be strong.]
No, no. I will skip that, thank you.
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He wasn't bad. Very... English.
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[continue talking to him about the strigoi and how okay he was and his very english status? pietro makes a face, speeding up a bit on his walk to show that this is one of those things that wanda's talking about that he's mostly—
uninterested in.
this is how you maturely let someone know that you want to change the topic of conversation.]
You're going to keep away from him, okay?
[big brother..haha]
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I can handle him. Relax. He's not going to eat you.
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I think he will not be able to catch me to do that.
[his arm is back around her shoulders when she does reach him.]
I promised you I would listen to you about being careful. Be careful with me too, okay?