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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.

downswing: (diatribe)

[personal profile] downswing 2023-05-17 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)


...for?

( It seems a cruel thing, to beg the kindness of his brother's attention, to bid he explains himself. Pride is an oddity, a prohibited luxury. Lan Wangji, undeserving, a dog feasting on scraps, should not ask for meat and obne.

He lingers, inevitably, and thinks —

If this is a moon's fever, a dream, let it kindly not break.

If this is an illusion, gaining brother's face, let it kill him with swift cunning.

If this is madness, then — )


Weeks prior, a demon borrowed mother's likeness. ( He does not say, I watched her culled. Burrows like an animal hurting. ) I did not recall her face.

lanclan: (08)

[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-17 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
For surviving and keeping the others safe.

[ Surviving is the hardest part, it requires the impetus to try; Xichen knows a lot about the yen to give up. He is sure the others have drawn strength from his brother's stoic bravery, wounded and chipped though Wangji may be inside.

He holds him tighter than their mother is mentioned, the cruelty of this realm a ball of grief he cannot swallow around in his throat. ]


It's alright not to remember. [ It was a long time ago, Wangji was very young. Xichen thinks it might be better if whatever monster Wangji faced did not look familiar. ] I am sorry I was not here, you can be mad with me.
lanclan: (51)

[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-17 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Sizhui is an especially friendly young man, I'm glad you two have met and his company has been your relief.
downswing: (五)

[personal profile] downswing 2023-05-17 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)


This is no part brother's guilt.

( Not his fault, his blood stain to bear. Nothing he knew to fend from. They are alone, neglected, night-shrouded. He feels, for the first time, and he a son of Gusu Lan, a chill cradle and encircle him.

How young is he, to be held so? A man so slight, doubtlessly prone in seclusion to inedia, yet his brother's strength spreads unwavering. Tightens. He clutches once, fingers coming to fist to crush the silks gathered at brother's bank, on his flank. )


You wake to carnage, from confinement. I pity you.

( Like a hunting hound, is Zewu-Jun, stirred from respite to madness. )

reparo: (muffliato)

[personal profile] reparo 2023-05-17 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[That is true, he has been. And it is also true that she's found other sort of family here, to help her along the way.]

I'm glad you're proud of him, he deserves it.

I do have to ask how many Lan precepts there are.
reparo: (Default)

[personal profile] reparo 2023-05-17 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Imagine a large question sign over her head if she does bestow that kiss, but followed quickly by 'are you truly a witch?'
traumatology: (073)

Dᴀʏ Oɴᴇ

[personal profile] traumatology 2023-05-17 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Not really someone that does that.

( while he's heard her come in, he hasn't bothered to look up, assuming that someone would see him and his resting 'everything is awful' face and just bypass him and find someone else.

guess he was wrong. he thinks the quick response might send the person away but she's still there so he looks up.

and then his eyes widen. there's a definite memory of that face in his head, something from a long, long time ago and he frowns. )


Where did you come from?
Edited (hit enter too soon) 2023-05-17 21:47 (UTC)
reparo: (ancient runes)

[personal profile] reparo 2023-05-17 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Shsjfhkskshd heavens okay. Whew.

She's going to get back to her on that later.
reparo: (Default)

[personal profile] reparo 2023-05-17 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh
God
Hatisse follows Wrath around

Does she live with us???
lanclan: (33)

[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-17 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Having been here some days, his clothes still smell like the hanshi at Cloud Recesses, lingerings of sandalwood and wildflowers from the gardens. A cool sweetness, low and woody as it wraps around Wangji where it also belongs and shrouds him in its own sensory comfort, lost in long billowing robes. Xichen brings his hand on an arm up to cup the back of his brother's head and briefly hold him there as they hugged when boys, a reminder that Wangji is safe when Xichen feels the fist behind his clothes. ]

I am not sorry to be where Wangji has need of me, nor should he be.

[ His hold eases slightly, letting him regain his composure or break away if he wishes. Xichen smiles with a slow, knowing blink. ]

Wei Wuxian is here, you say. Has he been attending you?
lanclan: (100)

[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-17 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Four thousand.
reparo: (evanesco)

[personal profile] reparo 2023-05-17 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sweet Jesus...and she LIKES rules.]

That sure is a number! A number of precepts that Lan Sizhui respects.
lanclan: (49)

[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-17 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Has he been acting in a way that suggests any such expectations have been broken?

[ Maybe he doesn't currently care, but it's fun to tease when no one can tell the difference. Also to find out what Sizhui, a literal (albeit responsible) teenager, has been getting up to. ]
reparo: (muffliato)

[personal profile] reparo 2023-05-17 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
It is the first precept of clan Granger to not be a snitch, Zewu-jun.
lanclan: (70)

[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-17 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Do not create damage.
Be respectful of others.
Gossip is prohibited.

Three rules already followed, Lady Hermione. Well done.
makemeasong: (ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 ℎ𝑒'𝑠)

[personal profile] makemeasong 2023-05-17 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
You didn't even look up at what I was offering. Who knows what you're missing out on.

[ An 'everything is awful' face doesn't even faze her, and she waves the tin closer, attempting to waft the aroma. Then she looks a little baffled, glancing around to be sure she's in the correct amazing villa. ]

I...live here? [ One eyebrow rises. ] I know I'm short, but c'mon, mate.
reparo: (n.e.w.t.)

[personal profile] reparo 2023-05-17 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well. A lot could be said about the creating damage part, but - praise!!!]

Thank you.
makemeasong: (189)

[personal profile] makemeasong 2023-05-17 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Clara splutters and coughs, choking on water and spitting it up. She's getting so tired of nearly drowning, but she's alive, so she tries to focus on that. Once they're inland she looks up at him, still getting used to...all of that. He saved her life, this version of the Doctor; he heard her, so maybe everything after he regernated—But he comes out swinging, and her adrenaline is still running on high. ]

Who wears a life jacket on the actual pier, it's supposed to stay solid!

[ Although she really should have known better after Serthica, that's the kicker. ]

You can shout at me later, we need to do more running now.

[ There's definitely something coming and Clara has no intention of staying outdoors. ]

I have a house here, c'mon.

[ Well, she did. Does she still? Is it hers if the memories are false? ]
lanclan: (88)

[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-17 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
May we meet?
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[personal profile] moonsounds 2023-05-17 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
She sits back, thinking that it's a tragedy he doesn't know what a piano is, but a bit excited to think that she can introduce him to it. She kind of wishes she could listen to a piano for the first time again.

The experience was probably similar to this though, just awe and surprise. It feels like it seeps inside of her and she closes her eyes, tilting her head as if trying to hear it better.

When it ends she opens her eyes, blinking slowly like she's coming out of a dream. "It was beautiful. What was that blue light?"
downswing: (egalitarian)

[personal profile] downswing 2023-05-17 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)


( Attending him, as if Lan Wangji were an errant king, a despot, a master entitled to service. As if Wei Ying were not the perennially injured party between them, deprived of earned amends. He flinches, arc of his back uncurling, flattening, straightening out.

Pulling back, he is himself: living wound, cultivated rancor, sculpted jade. A face like a mask, brittle. Under this moonlight, he remembers, all is pale, all is dark. No nuance. No requirement for such compromise. )


He is in health. ( Not the answer to a question ill posed, not one Xichen will dispute him. Wei Ying's condition, like that of a sickly elder or a woman carrying child, is not to be discussed publicly or at length — only affirmed, between careful nods, and accepted with finality. )

At times, the dead things here aim to seize him.

traumatology: (gYtgvXu0)

( wildcard — drinking )

[personal profile] traumatology 2023-05-17 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
( the last time he lived with people, he'd been in the military, shoved into too small barracks and listening to the sounds of war at night. he can sometimes still hear those sounds in his dreams but it feels far, far away.

a hazy memory.

now, he's here, fairly settled in this place with a boring job and a boring life that he doesn't mind. it's been a long time since he's seen boring.

he wants to be boring.

the sun's gone down and he's been standing near an open window, a bottle open on the sill. there's a glass that he's drinking from, trying to get some kind of buzz.

when he hears someone come into the room behind him, he holds up the glass as an invitation. )


Feel like a drink?