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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2023-01-27 08:34 pm

the scattering


And now, hard siege during Alem’s first log event, covering 27 January to 12 February.

This Arc relies on information sharing and troubleshooting solutions, whether to keep the watch towers standing, find the Reaper, hold back Rathakku or evacuate civilians. Don’t be shy!

As a refresher, character have individual assignment & notes — but rest easily, they can largely go anywhere in Alem and play out any prompt below.

Click each header for scenarios!

THE SCATTERING




Alem’s chilly welcome includes a gift of weapons, clothes and meagre food provisions. You are quickly given your posts and grudgingly tolerated by fortress natives, many of whom accuse you of collusion with Rathakku or the merchant guilds. Expect unkind tests or teasing from soldiers who want you to prove your worth.

SLEEPING ARRANGEMENTS: rare beds and hard pallets in the Keep barracks, sharing broad rooms infantrymen. Alternatively, sleep in the Wards, with refugees or the sick.

ARSENAL: you receive serviceable weapons or inherited clothes — ragged, over/undersized and perhaps livened by fleas.

FOOD: scant, dry, hard and prioritised for the weak, young, sickly or actively fighting. Scarce additional resources, such as berries and deer meat, can be procured from the nearby forests on the lower half of the mountain.

ACCESS: characters can go to anywhere, except the Room of Seals. Entering the Watch Towers will be discouraged during attacks, unless you were assigned these posts.

■ Between 7-10 February, Rathakku will Claw — meaning necromancers, the dead and those who are incredibly sensitive to life and death are vulnerable to his thrall. They could be conscripted into his armies, if they exit the fortress or linger long outside. Ghosts might woo them to enter the mountain forests, and they will itch with wanderlust and a sense of incompletion. Comment here with an idea of what you'd like you character to do/a> if they are lured to Rathakku’s side.

NPCs: each fortress level has a designated NPC you can reach out to. Deimar will additionally be visiting the Watch Tower, following Stephen Strange’s taunts.


THE WATCH TOWERS

The first and most war-torn line of defence. The watch towers keep Alem standing — fend off their attackers.

       EASTERN TOWER



■ Assigned to the Eastern Tower: Jinx, Vi, Hermione and Chu Wanning. Medic: Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy.

■ Harpies frequently charge here, using their blade-sharp claws and deep fangs. They are humanoid but carnivorous and expressly prey on tower watchers. The scent of blood lures them — so Bones should quickly bandage wounds.
■ Bad weather hides their attacks. Beware the mists of 29 January and the blizzards of 3-6 February.

■ Cut the harpies’ legs if they fly away with you — better to risk a hard fall into the mountain’s snowy than being dragged into their nests.

■ They are vulnerable to loud sounds and vibrations. Set off the great, rusted tower bells to sound the alarm and repel them.


       WESTERN TOWER



■ Assigned to the Western Tower: Eleven, Xie Yun, Kahl and Eda. Medic: Sarah Bishop.

■ Flurries of arrows frequently rain down, plain, fire or poison-tipped. They are shot in two broad attacks (morning and evening) by orc archers.

Sarah receives a kit of local ointment antidotes, but must make haste — the sickness spreads quickly and paralyses limbs. (Effects disappear over 1-6 hours, once the antidote is applied).

■ A rare few arrows are tipped with hallucinogen substances that trigger paranoid visions.

■ Orcs may try to scale this tower, using climbing hooks. Push them down.


       SOUTHERN TOWER



■ Assigned to the Southern Tower: Jon Snow, Stephen Strange, Red and Finn. Medic: Wen Qing.

Irenia, Frost’s Scourge, an ancient, extremely large but slow dragon stops first at the Southern Tower before proceeding to other watch posts. She will turn back, if she is stopped here.

■ The dragon breathes down frost that can paralyse you in place, or freeze limbs. Wen Qing must prioritise warming the affected.

■ A few anti-frost shields have been supplied, but their magic wanes after a few hours. Use them as a last resort.

Irenia’s hide is tough and leathery, but she can be deflected by continuous attack. She no longer seems to hear or see as sharply.

■ She largely flies by, breathes ice and tries to pick up watchers in her great maws, then crack their bones or throw them down on hard stone.

■ Repel her for three consecutive days and she will not return for a week.


       NORTHERN TOWER



■ Assigned to the Northern Tower: Kamala Khan, Wanda Maximoff, Merrin and Jiang Cheng. Medic: Anduin.

■ Demons draw large catapults near the fortress walls and throw strong projectiles at this tower — stone, large steel balls or even human or demonic.

■ The worst missiles comprise stones alight with ‘living fire’ — an extraordinarily hot blaze that can quickly incinerate tissue. Anduin should immediately attend to burns.

■ The tower is exceptionally weathered and structurally unsound, marked by large, destabilising holes. Kerasstone asks you to fix the infrastructure or guard his repairmen.

■ The ongoing damage sometimes triggers quakes in the fragile tower — hold on and don’t fall crumbling to your deaths.

■ Use the one-man crossbows and range weapons available, or the fixed large tower crossbows to shoot back and destroy the catapults.


THE KEEP


Life at court, when the knives come out: barracks, royal halls and Crown Prince Haiva’s medical quarters await.

KINGDOM COME

The court of Alem bustles with rival proposals: the supporters of Crown Prince Haiva want to surrender the citadel, while proponents of former Regent Thyvault seek to raise the remaining armed forces in a desperate last stand against Rathakku. King Deimar, mere months in his rule, has opted to evacuate convoys and resettle them, after sealing away any last chance of Rathakku accessing hell’s gates.

■ The supporters of Haiva, Thyvault and Deimar wage frequent wars of words that accuse Thyvault of Deimar of usurpring rule, and Haiva of being too weak to lead.

Thyvault’s men slyly wonder if Deimar killed the beautiful woman he was seen wooing mere months ago in the fortress grounds. Proof of her death or continued survival would benefit the three causes.

■ The woman was last seen chased by a fair-haired rider into the frosted forests that Rathakku has peopled with monstrous wolves and undead Alem huntsmen. Interrogate hunters & commoners or track her down.

■ Tempers boil over Jan. 29-Feb. 5, with arguments frequently devolving into fights and shallow stabbing. As ‘supporters’ of the three gentlemen, you should defend their cause — but do pull back blows before you kill each other.

Deimar punished brawlers with a few days of penitent confinement in the barracks, where you are expected to reflect on your sins and attitude, and certainly not join the cliques of heavily drinking men playing dares and cards. Hold your liquor, survive the exceptionally spicy Alem meals and take advantage of the general inebriation to ask your questions of the brass — without showing your horror when you hear them boast that Thyvault’s men drove the local ice mermaid population extinct.


IS THERE A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE?

The Haiva’s medics ( Bones, Sarah Bishop, Anduin and Wen Qing) are repeatedly called in to inspect his fits of sudden and elusive sickness. He exhibits a varied multitude of bizarre symptoms when his healers visit him:

Bones finds Haiva is a haemophiliac, his skin brittle like paper.

■ For Sarah Bishop, Haiva is overwhelmingly feverish, battling an unseen infection.

Wen Qing sees patches on Haiva’s skin that resemble decaying, moulding or gangrene.

Anduin notices Haiva’s skin feels clammy, his breathing stalled, as if his body were entering rigor mortis. He is very much alive.


Haiva is always weak, but gratefully and mysteriously cured of his symptoms within hours of his consultation. You can start a thread with him!

Info sharing with the medics’ club is caring!


THE CROSSING



The bustling, stifling and overheated Crossing reunites the main ground-level gates and corridors of Alem’s castle. Merchants traverse the halls, volunteering their wares at exorbitant prices, while former Regent Thyvault leads the departing troops.

HAGGLE GAGGLE

■ Colluding merchants offer their less-than-stellar goods at heinous rates. You get 100 coins to haggle long, hard and to the bone for food, cloth and maps, amid war inflation. Offer your hair, your virtue, the ugly side of your fist as needed. No one will mind if you liberate a few wares.

■ Two of the most prominent merchants — boastful Batthour of the grains and stern Eles, vendor of maps, silks and steel — openly despise each other. Their apprentices frequently start brawling — stay out of their way or stoke the clashes…

Batthour and Eles are both open to trade, but seem distinctly disdainful of Alem, expressing pleasure from profiteering in its downfall. Group up to raise coin or other goods to trade, then put in your best offer. The next few Alem convoys require 500kg of wheat and at least three maps of eastward provinces to resettle.


THE WAR IN WORDS

WHEN IT GRAINS, RED POURS: Under Thyvault’s leadership, Alem’s scouts and infantry gather in the Crossing for final instructions then advance into Rathakku’s territory. You can join them on a mission to the Ivory plains at the bottom of the mountain, where a few frozen storage houses still have summer grains. Steal back the supplies, bypassing snow-buried traps and Rathakku’s lingering feral creatures.

■ King Deimar has prepared new missives for Rathakku. Multiple envoys can group up to ensure delivery down the mountain and into the warlord’s encampment in the Tattered Highlands. Your white flag buys limited patience from Rathakku’s demonic armies. Only two characters can directly interact with the warlord — Sign up for one of two spots by 23:55 GMT on 30 January. Note: Rathakku should be approached lightly.


THE WARDS



The ill-lit Wards house the wounded, young, crippled or vulnerable of Alem, alongside those preparing to evacuate the fortress in upcoming convoys. Where there is sickness and overcrowding, expect poor provisions, the astringent scent of antiseptic, and a sense of residual decay. The lucky few sleep on pallets — while most dwellers take the hard ground and share dry bread. Soft-spoken Crown Prince Haiva visits regularly.

THINK OF THE CHILDREN

■ Weak civilians are often targeted by soldiers, who are frustrated by sharing their resources with ‘leeches’ who do not defend the citadel. Intervene to protect the vulnerable and redistribute any food that is unfairly confiscated. Prince Haiva will lend his scarce authority to correct any reported wrongdoings.

■ Learn to supply first aid, console orphaned children or widow(er)s and ease the spirits of those petrified by the recent murders.

■ A convoy prepares to leave on 9 Feb, with another due on 15 Feb. Pack the scant effects of the weak and plead for the gold or charity of the Keep’s gentry. Whatever resources you gain will greatly help the survival odds of those who resettle.

■ Inevitably, death visits some of the wounded. Professional grievers and coarse embalmers perform cleansing and mourning rites for survivors. Help them, or participate in the local habit of sharing tales of your most tragic sorrows, to distract them from their own.


WATSON ON DUTY

■ The investigative summary, as civilians can share them: five unrelated deaths took place over the past 11 weeks. Some speak superstitiously of a Reaper, who punishes the people of Alem for abandoning their fortress and sacred duty to protect the gate to hell.

■ The victims were all men aged 22-35 of diverse appearances and backgrounds. Some had minor injuries. They were all found without marks of wounding or sickness, bearing a white string bound to their wrists. One of the men was a foreign merchant.

■ Senior sorceress Althea searched the site and cleansed bodies, finding no evidence of magical interference.

Haiva has reinforced guards, but Deimar seems indifferent. Thyvault believes this is only an inevitably level of mundane crime.

■ Some nights, you might wake to the haunting song of a plangent woman. You enter a state of dreamy, confused hypnosis, drawn to a narrow, steep staircase you had not glimpsed before. You fumble towards the lake caves of the Gut’s Bind. Even the intrusive voices of Alem tell you to snap out of it and awaken — but your best bet is a companion’s help.

■ The staircase cannot be found again, come morning. The call is fainter for women, and does not affect the same person more than one-two nights.

■ Guards, sorcerers and civilians can answer your questions — but prepare your bribes and wooing.


THE GUT’S BIND



It’s nice, dark and quiet in here, barring the comforting thrum of the forges. Paladins and sorcerers are hard at their elusive work, reinforcing the Room of Seals. Access to the Forges, mines and glacier lake caves remains liberal.

LAKES, MINES, MAYHEM

THE MINES: Characters deployed to find new escape routes find a series of corridors leading into the previously bustling gold mines, where ore resources remain well supplied. The territory is overwhelmingly shaky, with mine shafts and structures prone to collapse. They appear dusty, brittle, husked and far older than their actual age. Go deep enough and you can find sheets haphazardly strewn about and the remains of partly devoured demons.

THE LAKES: Saunter into a series of four interconnected ice lake caves, where the brutal cold is viciously wounding and pervasive. The first three caves give you no trouble, beyond ridiculously sharp icicles waiting to drop down. As you enter the fourth cave, you find gleaming stretches of golden, gleaming… scales that float on the lake waters. Grab one to study — but beware the starved creature that guards them.

THE FORGES: some entirely abandoned, some functional, all well-equipped at this time. Settle down alone, or in the company of Kerasstone’s people — the old blood that preceded even Alem’s settlement and holy seal in the mountains.

■ Keep an ear out for sudden sounds or unexpected steps behind you, as you travel the tighter and tighter passageways to find or shovel new exit routes through the mountain: some of Rathakku’s creatures appear to have… wandered in. They camouflage as stone and lay perfectly still in wait of their prey, before descending. They’re vulnerable to strong light and a jolly smiting.


LOCK YOUR DOORS

■ Paladins and sorcerers enter the heavily warded and barricaded Room of Seals every few hours. They emerge exhausted, their resources drained. Some also bear heavy gashes.

■ Characters are barred from entering and incarcerated for a day in one of the Keep’s jails or brought before Galatea’s judgement, if they attempt to sneak in.

■ Groans and screams can be occasionally heard from within, followed by spikes in the sense of deathliness of the place. Some paladins are never seen exiting.

■ You have one chance to enter, at midnight on 1 February, when the Gut’s Bind erupts into calls for healers to attend an emergency. Collapsed paladins are urgently pulled out, while sorcerers attempt to ward the room before ultimately fleeing to help their brethren. You can infiltrate and stay inside for 20 minutes before the stoked anger of the room completely overwhelms you, and you begin to bodily attack everyone and everything around you. This is a dangerous route: check in for one of three findings scenarios.



QUESTIONS

makemeasong: (184)

[personal profile] makemeasong 2023-02-05 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The first thing Clara worries is that something will happen to him because of her, but she does run—losing the map would make all of this for nothing. When she's been running for a while, she ducks behind a pile of crates and holds her breath even though she's pretty sure her lungs are going to burst.

Thundering footsteps rush by her and she exhales, catching her breath. Slowly and carefully, Clara makes a wide circle back in the direction she saw the man run, stopping about a block away. She doesn't even know his name, what if he has people here? She doesn't see him, but the vendor is back at his stall, angry and slamming things around.

From safely behind her corner, Clara closes her eyes and lets her head fall back against the wall as her heart sinks. ]


Fuck.

[ Whispering the word to herself, the map feels like it's burning a whole inside her pocket. Her mind is already racing, thinking of the most powerful people she knows to try and come up with a rescue plan. ]
makemeasong: (𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒. 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢)

[personal profile] makemeasong 2023-02-05 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Stealing stuff. Well, technically I'm supposed to be bartering and trading, but there's not enough money for that.

[ Clara doesn't sound particularly guilty about it, either. ]

Anything I could knick for you to make your job easier?

[ Mostly she's teasing, but also, she's trapped weapons and maps. What's another job? ]
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-02-05 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Not this child. Another day and he wouldn't have been far off, so he wonders if gossip has been spreading. You spend a couple months barely sober and everyone is suddenly concerned. He doesn't understand why so he ignores it.

This is a bigger problem, one that he isn't equipped to defend against. He feels exhausted just standing here talking, but he isn't about to go back to sleep. He crosses his arms and clenches his jaw to disguise his wince; he's not going to make that mistake again. ]


Possession. [ He hesitates to explain, but there's nothing like the person currently in front of him to gather information. ] Are you familiar?
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-02-05 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He folds the notebook and regards her for a moment. Usually the others he's met who can teleport call it magic, except for Wrath, who is one of the few able to tell the difference.

So while he is doing important work, there's too many in their group he hasn't taken any notes on. He'd rather not be surprised. ]


No. [ He's not. ] What's your name?
vdovy: (HAWKEYE 105 00:17:31)

[personal profile] vdovy 2023-02-05 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yelena doesn't need to think it over. Mere seconds after Clara proposes her plan, she is nodding her agreement and clapping her hands together in anticipation. ]

I feel awesome about committing a crime today. I bet a visit from one of the king's guard would capture his attention, yes? [ She might as well abuse her position in the court while she's at it. ]
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[personal profile] vdovy 2023-02-05 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Yelena. [ With a nod, she starts walking away from the fortress, snow crunching beneath each step. Yelena considers giving Allison a peek at her own weapons— maybe that's a basic courtesy, she wouldn't know— but decides against the trouble when she realizes it might require removing her coat. It is barely past dawn and the soft sunlight casting a pastel glow over the world isn't near strong enough to raise the temperature yet. ] So, do you have any theories yet?
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[personal profile] downswing 2023-02-05 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)


Because that is what Wei Ying does.

( Fights for scraps, to bitter end. Prophet, martyr, victor, loser. There is bloodshed afoot, and so, beneath the Heavens — chaos must dispel, justice must be done. These are their vows.

If they burden or cripple or weigh him, Lan Wangji shows nothing of their toll. Hastens, silks a flurry of rises and falls dancing beside him, white of their gossamer and of the crackling moans of distant, convalescing patients. The Keep sits two floors and a world awa from the Wards. And hurt yet reaches it. )


What better men do.

( And so, despite odds of failure — they follow suit. )

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[personal profile] downswing 2023-02-05 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)


( Revulsion is an indrawn breath, a moment of sharp, migraine-searing light in the comfort of dark and slate. He feels it, like lightning. Crepuscular. Spreading. Frosting his flesh and his skin and weighing down his tongue.

Strange, to think he is accused of the same indifference that finds him entirely, intrinsically allergic. That there is a part of him that cannot withstand the cruel, clawing reach of his own supposed nature.

In her, it's a leathered thing, tough and weary. But skins thin and fissure and break, and what will she be left with? Only this: his eyes, dark, watchful and weighing, when he turns pointedly on his heel to — look at her. Let it be known she is seen. )


Nor you. ( Not all dead things need live in carts. )

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[personal profile] downswing 2023-02-05 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)


"Perhaps merely bound for the forest." They attribute too much to conspiracy, when often the incidents that knit ill repute are strung together by chance. A woman, rushing to Rathakku's whereabouts. A man, in pursuit of the same path. They need not link to each other.

He has seen, after all, day in and day out, infantry forces succeed each other. One, the next, one and the next. Yet men do not assume malice, plot or ploy. Only when a king's matters are concerned, then.

"Or perhaps pursued." Wrathion's earlier point. A beat. "We may ask the dead of the woods."

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[personal profile] vdovy 2023-02-05 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh yeah? And you should eat shit! [ Yelena helpfully calls after the retreating soldier. This is one reason she can't understand the superhero compulsion: more often than not, people are entirely ungrateful.

She turns to Wanda, shaking her head. ]
What an asshole, huh?
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[personal profile] dog_eat_dog 2023-02-05 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[She stops short when he turns, her weight shifting back on her heels but refusing to concede any ground. Not to a mere look, even one that cuts deep.]

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

[It's dismissive but it's a challenge, too: go on, push her. Give her a reason, any reason. Her posture tightens and one hand floats at her side, fingers half-curled and ready.]
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[personal profile] traumatology 2023-02-05 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm armed.

( he would default to his arm because that's what he does but he's strapped with a blade as well that he knows how to use and will use, if need be.

he doesn't pat his waist or leg or anything because he doesn't want to give it away but he's good. he glances over and nods. )


What kind of shielding? You carrying one in your back pocket or something?

( or was this a magic thing? )
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[personal profile] traumatology 2023-02-05 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Shouldn't worry too much about that.

( bucky isn't and never will be a fan of politicians. he recognizes that sometimes you have to be careful around them so you don't fuck up something bigger but still.

he doesn't want to be the one kowtowing to politicians who run their mouths but won't get their hands dirty. )


If you haven't made a mistake now, you're gonna be fine.
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[personal profile] vdovy 2023-02-05 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Pointlessly dangerous and kind of stupid was also King Deimar's assessment of this mission. Yelena might agree were it spearheaded by anyone else, but she is confident in her abilities. Getting in and out of Rathakku's camp unseen is exactly the sort of work that widows train for.

At Deimar's insistence, she floated an invitation to others in their group, but part of her hoped no one would come. When someone does show up, she masks her disappointment. Completing this mission while keeping her companion alive adds a few levels of difficulty but Yelena remains up to the challenge. ]


Hi. I'm Yelena. Welcome to the party. [ They are a safe distance from the camp but she still keeps her voice low. ] Have you ever done something like this before?
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[personal profile] rehandle 2023-02-05 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ — Oh.

The second thought has time to form somewhere between initial appearance, disappearance and being verbally abused by somebody who is decidedly not a dragon. His shield sputters out as Stephen takes in the apparition, hand lowering and expression turning mild.

He'll let that slide, but only because they're actively fighting a war. ]


What is it? A message?

[ This isn't somewhere anyone should just be. ]
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[personal profile] westviews 2023-02-05 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[My twin, she almost begins, but perhaps that would bring too many questions were Spike to meet him. The years have been kind to Wanda in regards to aging, the ten years not overtly apparent, but they're there when she stands beside her brother and he looks so young.]

The grown out bleached hair is probably what you'll notice first.

[Said with the hint of a laugh. Spike, please teach Pietro your ways.]
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-02-05 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Five watches the light sputter out and deflates slightly. He won't say he's relieved he doesn't have to fight whoever he is, but you never know what magic might do. ]

Also not a messenger. [ He frowns at the much taller man, and halfway turns to the window. Not quite ready to turn his back. ] Let's start with a status update. Where is the dragon?
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-02-05 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Sleepwalking was never a habit of his, but he can remember some instances when he was a child. Before he learned to calculate distance, he would teleport somewhere unexpected. It took years to perfect his ability so he always ended up where he meant to be. He'd always wanted to exceed expectations by showing complete control over his powers; to challenge any authority placed on him and push at his limits in spite of his father's warnings.

He takes a moment to not let his thoughts spiral by how little control he has now. Made worse by literally regressing to his younger self. He's child again who lets things happen because he doesn't have the power to stop them. And it's only getting worse.

The last time he was in a trance like that he spent days assembling a broken mirror. This possession comes too soon on the heels of the dream he had. There's no proof that something similar couldn't have happened to his siblings when they disappeared one by one because he wasn't keeping a close enough watch. Because he was powerless.

Wrath mentioned being able to train to resist that type of mind control, and it seems he's going to have to take it more seriously. Then Wei Wuxian simply offers a magic necklace that's supposed to do that for him. The point he's making isn't lost on him, as unappreciated as it is. That he's endured all this suffering for nothing. He hesitates to take it, examining it and the man holding it, before he finally reaches out and slips it over his neck.

"I heard singing. A woman's voice, but I didn't make out any words." Judging by the question, he was the only one who heard it. He turns to the lake and it's hard not to make the connection. Wei Wuxian might know what he's thinking when he looks at it.

"Has anyone gone in the lake?"
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[personal profile] rehandle 2023-02-05 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Taking a tour of the local scenery.

[ Purposefully obtuse, yes, but he's not about to be burst in on by a kid with an attitude and have demands made of him at his own post. Stephen doesn't bother to get up, squinting up at the uninvited visitor as he turns his magic back to leaking warmth across the surface of the tower through the palm pressed to the floor. ]

State your purpose, or I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2023-02-05 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
The rumors that have come up to the keep. People talk of a killer who has targeted 5 men at least so far. little commonality between the victims, no outwards injuries or signs of disease. There aren't many clues at all, but the people in the Wards are understandably afraid.

[Whoever is responsible seems to not want to target people in the Keep, after all.]

Oh and the King seems not to care at all, of course. People say that too. He's not really winning any hearts with that. Most of them appreciate his efforts for evacuation, but I don't think anyone really loves him down there.
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[personal profile] starscollapse 2023-02-05 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Though her own abilities are rooted in the magick of her homeworld, it is also far more than that to Merrin; an ancient power wielded and passed down from the clans of old. Though, she would not presume such abilities possessed by others to be magic—or not—given that she is a stranger to this world. Presumptions blind one to understanding, or so she's learning. Or trying to. ]

Merrin. From Dathomir, in the Outer Rim. Do you know of it?

[ Few do, she's learned. Except for one. ]
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[personal profile] downswing 2023-02-05 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)


What use survival without hope?

( If all that it breeds and harvests and nurtures is — a continuation. Worse, a deterioration. The slow erosion of the self, virtues and manners stripped from one's person. Kindness. Grace.

She tightens like a coil, a snake. History dictates, that which pulls back before aggression typically strikes with doubled force. His brows perk, thin, readied — mouth soft, eager.

Behind and beside them, civilians clutter to welcome their returned, some weeping, others cursing the fate that has only brought them one son back, and not the second. Empty agitation. War does not belong to its survivors. )


You offered no name. ( Then again, neither did Lan Wangji. )

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[personal profile] downswing 2023-02-05 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)


I would serve as shield to you.

( Look at this blank, gaunt face and the narrow breadth of his body, and be in awe of his defensive prospects, surely.

But he is, at least, satisfied with the reassurance, swift to start them on the path to where humidity calls, the telling drip and drop of congealed waters. The first lake is a broad, vast stretch, nothing to its name beyond stillness. The second, more shallow, pale. He looks onto the water, bemused, hand hovered over their the shoreline, seeking — ...energies that neglect him.

That pull away. A shiver walks his back in tender, infant's steps. He stills. )


What odds that the next few lakes will offer more? ( There are, they say, four caverns. )

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[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-02-05 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That was for calling him an asshole, he guesses. He doesn't know what he's doing with his magic now, but he's probably not inclined to tell him.

Though now that Five is watching him, he seems to remember why he looks familiar. He's the one who was talking to Wei Wuxian on one of the rare occasions Five was listening to the network.

Well, that's convenient. He smiles. ]


I heard about some terrible plan to free it to spite a death lord and thought I'd pop by. [ It takes him a minute, but some names stick with you. ] Strange, was it? How long were you with us before you volunteered?