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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2023-05-15 05:49 pm

the sunken | part i



THE SUNKEN






Welcome to the first log of Arc VI: the Sunken, which covers 15 May – 2 June and doubles as a test drive meme.

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LOST AT SEA | TEST DRIVE TOURISTS


You wake, gasping, in a stormy sea, your thoughts slowed to a confused trickle. Skill, floating wood or a kindly stranger — who you can’t understand — help you to reach shore.

Villagers discover you collapsed on sand and provide critical (if rickety) communication and translation devices. They say you are in Sunken Yancai, a fishing village progressively overtaken by waters and cursed by the secretive ‘ladies of the lake’ to transit through time.

■ Rescuers group newcomers and supply questionable village couture, warm meals and accommodations in abandoned, half-flooded homes or spare small boats anchored in Yancai’s waterways. Huddle up, recover your strength and don’t think too hard on why your memories are hazy over the next three days.

■ Come morning, you visit village leader Quanze Tsaymien, then the sorceress Karsa — who explains you are otherworlders summoned into Akhuras by undead lords who wish to weaponise you in their battle against humans and one another. Karsa is an associate of the Merchant, who leads otherworlders towards ancient transport beacons east.

■ One such beacon rests dormant in Yancai. The group must infiltrate the village and wait a few weeks until it shifts to a point back in time when the beacon was active.

■ Newcomers are handed passport papers with their new identities in Yancai, where they may be known as a bankrupt merchant, perpetually drunk sailor, whale hunter, raft surveyor, mermaid who has just gained their legs, crab collector... feel free to invent a dutifully hilarious apt role for their seaside sojourn.


OLD TIMERS | THE DRIFTING


You dragged yourself here in a haze. You arrived long ago, as if in a dream. You were born and bred in this village. In truth, your memories of reaching lively Yancai feel nebulous and alarmingly inconsequential.

Characters are facilitated new identities and dwellings by the Merchant, or believe they have had them all along.

■ A weary Karsa warns to say nothing to party members with altered memories, until the sorcery that affects them runs its course.

■ Memory-altered characters progressively regain their memories within three to five days (by 20 May). They have their memories partially or fully back at night ( midnight to 5 a.m.). Throughout the day, memory regains can trigger migraines, eerie confusion and paranoia.

Hauntings begin once characters have fully regained their memories.

■ Once everyone is ‘back to normal,’ Karsa explains that Yancai periodically transits through time. The memory alterations are a magical solution endorsed by the village council, which ensures locals mentally weather these shifts. Villagers continue to blithely accept you as part of the community.


(DON'T) HOLD YOUR BREATH


Karsa reunites the existing party and newcomers, issuing first assignments. The Merchants’s information suggests the beacon of Yancai will be online once the village travels in time within weeks. A dubious Karsa asks the party to check on the beacon, located in the former House of Commerce of the largely inundated merchants’ district. Reach it by rowing boat.

■ Villagers say the Master of Commerce, a famous musician, took precautions against intruders.

■ All ground and lower floor entryways of the palatial House were boarded to restrict flooding. To enter, pick locks or climb the putrid stairwell towards upper balconies.

Inside, the hissing of running water — and, in the lower levels, of thin, slippery leeches whose bite numbs your limbs, while they attempt to feed. You seem to experience pronounced vertigo when entering any decaying rooms covered in black mould.

■ The beacon is located on a dais in the basement vault room, where water rises near 1 meter. Only a few scattered scrolls and golden decorations remain among decorations, while a large ceiling carving writes, greed deafens man to the cries of his conscience; music sets him free.

■ Some tiles of the marbled floor stand out as you wade — step on one, and all doors abruptly slam shut, while dozens of obscured holes in the wall start to rapidly spill water, threatening to fill the room to the ceiling within the hour. You hear the tinny, waning sound of a village song played from a hidden source.

■ To stop the pouring water and open the doors, sing the song you hear, or find the music box that produces it amid debris on the water-covered floors. Wind it, and it plays its song in reverse, revealing the voice of a laughing elderly man who says, Depressingly, Anurr was right to worry.

■ Don’t forget to check the beacon — and report back to Karsa that it looks structurally untarnished.


THEY SLEEP


After surprising revelations at previous citadels, Karsa tasks you to investigate just how… permanent death is in Yancai. Villagers share that their dead are buried in a strange rite at sea — part of which will take place within days.

■ The dead are ‘entombed’ in one-man sarcophagi ships with carved and chained lids that depict their likeness. These burial boats are set at sea on the first day of each season and return three months later.

■ Join the harbours around 22 May, when mourners gather to receive the burial boats. Characters must pretend to be greatly anguished relatives, acquaintances or debt collectors to join the grieving.

■ The boats float towards you, seemingly of their own volition. Gaze afar and spot a boat carrying a man in black — the same who haunts some characters — who observes until the last burial ship has reached the piers, before he disappears.

■ Sailors draw up the boats and unpeel the untouched chains and lids, to reveal… no corpses. Peer closer and find neither biological signs (stench, liquids) of discomposure, nor the magical chillness of spaces where cadavers have lingered long. Scratch marks litter the inside of some boat lids.

■ Mourners seem grateful that the waters have ‘accepted’ the bodies. Some say that their relatives whose boats have yet to return must have been stolen by the ‘ladies of the lake,’ a villainous witch coven. Speak to mourners or sailors for clues.

■ Linger long near opened burial boats, and you feel tempted to throw yourself into the sea, slowly losing consciousness — until someone rescues you.


AMONG US


On 25 May, village leader Quanze Tsaymien drags the chained and half feral mistress Miang-si to households and Yancai’s largest market square.

The young woman, he says, was seduced by the ladies of the lake — the furtive witch coven that condemned Yancai to time travel. Luckily, the village elders have… coaxed Miang-si back onto the righteous path.

Miang-si is brought door-to-door to point out her 'accomplices.' Ill at ease, villagers whisper of similar witch hunts leading to false accusations and blood-curdling repercussions.

■ Both men and women are suspected and brought before Miang-si. Perhaps she takes an eerie interest in you, getting especially close to catch your scent, touch or remark on (in)visible hurts, or even dotingly kiss you. If you whisper quickly while she’s near, you might be able to ask one question.

■ If you are patient and kind to Miang-si, she briefly squeezes your hand as she withdraws. Within the hour, you find blood writ on your palm that warns, Our fat moon rises red.

■ If you are agitated, or if Quanze rushes her during your visit, Miang-si erupts into sudden, side-splitting cackling — while you find yourself croaking like a toad, or transforming into one and retaining human speech. The spell dissolves after eight hours.

Quanze’s long-suffering men say this sorcery breaks faster if you kiss one of the curmudgeonly emerald toads that hide in some of Yancai’s lakes. Catch one such delightful, slime-spitting creature or barter it from merchants at a costly premium.


ILL MET BY MOONLIGHT


A full moon is set to rise within days of Miang-si’s visit, on 27 May — just as Yancai shows signs of time shifting. Villagers are prone to stilling and staring askance, seeming lost or adrift.

The village itself evolves: one moment, the same house appears freshly new, then drowned, while waterways overfill with water, then seem barren. Overall, the village deteriorates.

■ That day, the sun suffers a midday eclipse, while droves of black birds circle the woods and village outskirts, attacking those who come close.

■ The waters increasingly thicken and darken, preventing boats from entering certain waterways.

■ An exceedingly bright moon and a diffuse lunar replica rise with nightfall. Come midnight, the village is alive with the sounds of ripping, structural collapse and shrieks. Tar-covered corpses emerge from the waters, clawing on and climbing up piers. They swarm, drawing passers-by into waters to drown them. Help them — and foremost, yourself.

■ Light and fire keep the dead at bay. On some waterways, wildfire now spells, WHAT IS WET WAS WRONGED

■ Weaker alone, fresh corpses climb into your rowing boat, pretending they are innocents who seek shelter. They betray themselves by speaking very slowly, struggling to keep track of the conversation or obliviously peppering it with details of their death. They stubbornly ask questions about you, repeating your answers, and become violent if you say they are dead. Push them into the water at first opportunity.

Quanze Tsaymien and other men of the village take arms, urging villagers to barricade in the nearest home, harbour or warehouse and weather the night. They advise to be silent and beware the dead who imitate living voices, warning not to touch any black mould or water that suddenly appear in your home — which alert the dead of your presence within.

■ Some dead try to tear you apart, while others seek to feed you a disgusting, tar-like black mould. A small taste of it makes you sluggish and feeble for two-three hours, while an entire fistful can kill.

■ If the undead infiltrate your house, hold your breath, do not move and keep from screaming. The dead have weak sight and olfactory senses and might pass you by, as long as you stay silent. It can be more efficient to fool than kill the dead.

■ By 5 a.m., houses start to replenish themselves, gaining a new appearance, while water and mould retreat. The dead withdraw into waterways. Outside doors have been marked with blood: vertical lines tell how many living people remain inside; horizontal ones count how many within died overnight.

■ You step to seize a brave new day — while Yancai enters a new time period (further details due in the next plot update).


NOTES

■ The game enabling meme goes up on 25 May.

Hit up available NPCs here or in their new inbox!

QUESTIONS.

starlingroad: (MCU - Lighter smile)

[personal profile] starlingroad 2023-05-29 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
America's used to strange smells (particularly of the slightly burned variety) by now, she she's not concerned about how Yuuri smells at the moment.

"Well, maybe we should tell him it's time for him to take a break. We can see what's left of the cream, use the fish, and put together more chowder for everyone." Her eyes roll up a bit as she considers her own words.

"He can't work forever, can he?" Xie Lian needed breaks like anyone, right?
starlingroad: (MCU - Side-eye)

[personal profile] starlingroad 2023-05-29 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
( She really would appreciate not being terrified again, thank you, Bucky. )

( America just stares at first, mouth agape. Sure, she's stronger than most people, but she's aware of that, and clearly Bucky is, too. )


That...that seems pretty useful, too. ( America finally manages to point out, while she grabs another one and tosses it in the star. )
starlingroad: (MCU - Don't like the sound of that)

[personal profile] starlingroad 2023-05-29 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
The water is, she realizes, coming up fast and in the distress of that, she tries to think of how to sing against a tune when she barely gets how to sing with it. But she will try anything to keep them both from drowning.

When Lan Wangji lowers like that, America's eyes widen. It's obvious what he means, and she can't leave him there for long - he'll end up drowning, and yet, she still takes time out to protest.

"What about you?" America asks, even as she scrambles to get on Lan Wangji's shoulders.

And sing? Sing? Wait. She knows this one - they sing it sometimes, in the village. She heard it a couple of times, at least. She starts to hum along, trying to find the words.
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2023-05-29 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
We're proving relatively adept at killing some of his most impressive creations, somehow. But he doesn't appear much ruffled at our efforts.
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2023-05-29 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
[That's because he doesn't command them, he asks nicely, Five, gosh.

He'll still make you a cup of the good tea, because he is a good host.]


... Of course not. What kind of questions is that?

Yes, I remember everything, no, I don't seem to be afflicted by the same brain fog as some of our comrades. There's not need to play twenty questions to ask about that, master Five.
Edited 2023-05-29 12:42 (UTC)
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2023-05-29 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
Oh yes, we have a few people who live in them!

[Lucky for you, Xichen, this one here doesn't think there's anything wrong with living in caves.]

At least it's sturdy walls. My building feels like it would crumble if you sneeze too hard.
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2023-05-29 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
... Thank you.

[She really hasn't known him long, it's true, but she is warm and kind, and honestly, he can use hearing the words right now.

And she asks and he gives a small, shaky laugh.]


Oh yes, I guess you wouldn't know. In my world, ghosts are classified according to how much damage they can do to the world and to people. Ghost kings are also know as Calamities. They're the most powerful, and the most dangerous.

And yes, I was... well on my way to become one. It took one person to pull me back from it. If they hadn't been there...
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2023-05-29 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
She just reminded me of... a very bad time.

[He'll accept the handkerchief and wipe his cheeks a bit, and the sweat of his brow.]

There was a time in my life where I almost became a Calamity. I did some... terrible thing. And she told me this is who I really am.

... It's not. I chose not to be.
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2023-05-29 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Exorcism is a well developed science. It's not always easy but you can do it if you know how.

[He didn't exactly hear anything, a bit too distracted, but that doesn't matter. she looks frazzled and that's worrying.]

Are you alright? You look like you could use a sit down too. And maybe a cup of tea.
scrapgege: (happy)

[personal profile] scrapgege 2023-05-29 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
Whatever you feel like giving is fine.

[Really, he's not exactly doing this for the money, and he's let himself be suckered into giving free food more often than not. He doesn't mind.]

A growing boy like you, you need to eat a lot. I bet they have you working hard these days, with all the repairs that need doing.
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2023-05-29 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
I've just been here a while. You... well, you won't look as frazzled by it as most of the others, to be honest. But I haven't felt your soul before, and you don't feel like one of the locals either.

[Oh look, time for bad luck to strike and Xie Lian's foot to hit that particular floorboard under a puddle that's actually rotten and for half of his legs to go through it, while he... eeps mildly in surprise.]
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[personal profile] fiercechains 2023-05-29 08:57 am (UTC)(link)
"I do not tire."

So, he could do this for hours if it came down to it. He does not know if the girl with him could do the same. After all, he wasn't exactly like her. So things were a bit different for him than they were for her.
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[personal profile] pathologise 2023-05-29 10:57 am (UTC)(link)
I'm on the dock a lot.

( she wouldn't be able to medic the ships very well if she wasn't, though even though she doesn't say it there's something a little familiar about him. loosely, though. maybe he didn't dock often enough for her to recognise him? )

It's very easy to have seen me around.
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[personal profile] pathologise 2023-05-29 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
We shouldn't have to.

( reclaim them, have a migraine. have forgotten, either )

I didn't ask for magic.
paperbutterflies: (Smile)

sometimes!

[personal profile] paperbutterflies 2023-05-29 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ and sizhui's response is bright with his amusement. ]

I thought that unless you were binding something much bigger, blood would be unnecessary, but I was prepared anyway!

Can you describe it, or hold it in your mind's eye, then I try to draw one and you correct me?
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[personal profile] paperbutterflies 2023-05-29 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Sizhui has a lot of sympathies and much affection in him, but he is honestly tried so very hard to abide by the rules that he does not think of it unless faced with the possibility squarely. Because his father and his uncle upheld the rules always, his father so sternly, he wanted to make him proud.

Erotic thoughts... get controlled, and restrained, just as much of his boisterousness as younger was.

Sizhui looks around the area, then hums in thought, setting the basked on the ground.

"I can try to carefully stick the talismans to some of the leaves that are unoccupied until they make a containment circle, and then catch three of those inside."
consignation: (things will definitely be borked)

[personal profile] consignation 2023-05-29 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"They can, it's just, ah, there are— There are roots to get caught on in the water, sometimes invisible currents..." But Jiang Cheng is frowning as he speaks because he's starting to realize that it really is a little unusual that he's kept so busy in a village of people who definitely know how to swim.

"...at any rate, I can hardly ignore people asking for my help regardless of whether or not I find it foolish of them to have gotten into trouble to begin with. And it keeps me busy, so. There are worse things," he goes on, seeming satisfied with his own reasoning as it comes to him. He keeps leading the way, soon coming up to where he disrobed for the day. His clothes are largely undisturbed, but someone has left several freshly picked flowers on top of the pile.

Clearing his throat, Jiang Cheng carefully moves the flowers aside, shakes out his outer robe, and—perhaps letting the villagers' behavior get to his head—he drapes it over Xichen's shoulders in turn rather than offering it to the man to put on himself.
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[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-29 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Naturally you couldn't ignore them," he amiably agrees on the walk over. "Having the ability to help and doing nothing would have been wrong, but that never even crossed Jiang Wanyin's mind, as I thought."

With the warmth of his compliments hopefully helping to ease any lingering awkwardness on his fellow sect leader's part, his lips twitch to see a pile of flowers waiting for Jiang Cheng's return (he was right about the local daughters!). So interested is he in trying to discern the types of blooms collected for the express purpose of courting in this land, he's already a little stooped when that purple robe is swirled around his shoulders; Xichen schools his delighted surprise as he straightens, sliding his other sleeves inside while standing closer as Jiang Cheng's hands fall away. It's shorter than his own robe, true, but not by much. Perhaps the colour difference makes it more noticeable.

"Thank you." The feel of it is different, of course, and his fingers pet over a cuff just for the interesting sensory memory it makes as he smiles down at Jiang Cheng. "I can hold your flowers while you dress, so they don't get dirty."
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[personal profile] fiercechains 2023-05-29 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
So the undead lords do wish to steal us then? Do we know who is funding all of this?
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[personal profile] fiercechains 2023-05-29 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
As long as the water was not too deep then he would have nothing to worry about. If it was then there was a chance, unfortunately, that he would sink to the bottom and he did not wish for that. Though he also knows to do what he can to avoid the water as well.

"Are you looking for something in the water?" He does not know what Wei Wuxian has been through in this place or before they showed up to this particular village. That does not stop him from heading down with the other. He would be there to protect him if the need arose.

He watches the water and sees the light glittering below," Is that the beacon you were searching for?" However, he notes the self-amusement. "She is not to be trusted?" He doesn't know, beyond those he knows personally, who to trust and who not to trust.

"What else do you wish to find down here?"
paperbutterflies: (Hope)

[personal profile] paperbutterflies 2023-05-29 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah... no. We only arrived here but a few days ago, and before that we were on a large transportation device called a train, where people would steal dreams. Very different from here."

And with very different people, too.
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[personal profile] paperbutterflies 2023-05-29 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
And it would be a non-sequitur ... if Sizhui had not grown up with the Twin Jades of Lan, paying very close attention. Sparse words mean that he must think about them, and it takes him a moment, but he. Gets it.

A powerful spiritual weapon cannot be used by just anyone.

On the heals of the small but insistent voices, the statement almost brings tears to his eyes. He cups his hands, and bows low towards the older cultivator.

"Thank you, Senior Chu. This junior appreciates the reminder." A small pause. "I walk in the steps of great people, it is easy to believe myself lesser."
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[personal profile] traumatology 2023-05-29 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
How do you know?

( he hates being in his own head, hates it so much but he can't seem to escape it right now. he swallows, shakes his head. )

Doesn't matter, this is me. This is who I am.
westviews: (ORCHARD)

[personal profile] westviews 2023-05-29 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
And who is that?

[He'll be wrong, but she wants to hear it.]
weifinder: (right | on empty promises)

[personal profile] weifinder 2023-05-29 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Being prepared to shed blood is both admirable and also what I prefer we all avoid when possible!

( such a chipper statement yet again )

We won't know until we try!