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westwhere2023-07-02 05:47 pm
groundrules) wrote in westwhere2023-07-02 05:47 pm
Entry tags:
- 911: evan 'buck' buckley,
- arcane: caitlyn,
- doctor who: clara oswald,
- doctor who: the doctor,
- game of thrones: jon snow,
- harry potter: hermione granger,
- kingdom of the wicked: emilia,
- kingdom of the wicked: wrath,
- legend of fei: xie yun,
- lockwood & co: anthony lockwood,
- mcu: america chavez,
- mcu: kamala khan,
- oh! my emperor: beitang moran,
- owl house: eda clawthorne,
- penny dreadful: vanessa ives,
- star wars: cal kestis,
- tian guan ci fu: xie lian,
- umbrella academy: five,
- untamed: wen ning,
- untamed: wen qing,
- warcraft: wrathion
the sunken | moonrise
The final Arc VI event lasts three days ICly and until 23 July OOCly. Yancai goes back another two years in time to the Huntress’ visit, Miang-Si’s corruption and the memory-meddling rite of the ladies of the lake.
The party can choose to stay neutral, only heading to the House of Commerce to access its now-active beacon — or they can inevitably get mixed up in the affairs of Yancai and endanger the village’s time loop.
For a quick catch-up: the latest clues | everything about Arc VI.
BOAR’S HEART
Rattled, on high alert, feeling watched and skin prickling from static electricity, characters wake to find Yancai has gone back another two years in time. It is now nearly dry, barring rare waterways. Mould is absent. The village bustles with activity: a heavy influx of new arrivals comes by sea, and frequent fishermen’s and merchants’ markets set up in the open road — enjoy fresh fish delicacies, discounted pearls, rare cloth textiles and dyes that include the unique Yancai green!
- ■ No more hauntings take place, and only one moon loiters above the village. Villagers still remember the party under their false identities.
■ Word has spread of the conflict between elder Quanze Tsaymien’s council and a beautiful woman who has taken up in the forests at the village’s outskirts. Gossipmongers say she wastes away in the woods weeping — while ground cracks beneath her feet, grass wilts, waters poison and animals drop dead nearby. Young men are drawn to her and are later forcibly recovered in a state of rambling, feverish exhaustion. Village healers gladly accept your nursing help.
■ Village elders have given the woman — correctly identified by the party as the Huntress — until the following sunrise to leave Yancai on pain of death. You have 24h to encounter her.
■ The forests are livelier than in previous iterations of Yancai, but you feel perpetually… watched, as if sharp eyes follow your progress. These heavy gazes may belong to the young men bewitched to protect the Huntress, or to razor-clawed venom-spitting creatures that hunt her.
■ You may find some of the aforementioned creatures bleeding on the forest path. They possess slightly above canine intelligence, cannot communicate in human tongues, and hesitate to let you approach — but nursing one might reward you.
■ The death-touched (necromancers, those who died or revived, or otherwise marked) may optionally feel compelled to join the Huntress. Physical distance dwindles her pull, as can your own magic or solutions.
■ Luck (?) leads you to a silent and bloodied forest clearing, come sunset. Here, two dozens of Yancai’s recent dead have risen alive and surround the Huntress, some battling the creatures that assail her, while she speaks to 16-year-old village beauty Miang-Si. There is a gaping, if regenerating hole in the Huntress’ chest; in one hand, she holds her yet-beating heart she cuts in several parts she wraps in parchment. She asks Miang-Si to bury these pouches near Yancai to ‘hold her power close,’ in exchange for permanent and ever-blossoming beauty.
■ Wait as the Huntress and her forces retreat — then catch up to Miang-Si, capture her, or find the pouches. The ground where they are buried is desaturated, brittle, nearly pulverised. Hawks and ravens circle above and plunge down to claw at intruders, or attempt to pick up children or feebler adults. To the magically or death-sensitive, the pouches emanate a revolting aura of withering death.
■ Beware if heart pouches were buried beneath aged, thick trees — their roots burst out like nooses and writhing spiders’ legs, looking to either slam you against the tree trunks or entrap you within.
■ Finding at least two heart pouches prevents the dead from rising in Yancai in the years to come! Keep the heart cuts fettered — touching these parts directly can overwhelm you with the need to consume this or other hearts, to compensate for the sudden and unfeeling… coldness in your chest.
WAKE, UNWAKEFULLY
Sunrise finds the Huntress gone from Yancai — while waves of the dead rise from the sea to attack the village. Some come chained, or dragging pieces from the casket-ships in which they were set for water burial.
This is the first undead attack witnessed by Yancai villagers, who are largely clumsy, slow and petrified. Some sentimentally believe their revived relatives never died and plead not to kill them. Many are caught in undefended areas, such as open port harbours, fishing boats, markets — and need help to travel to their families. The Huntress’ spell starts dissolving by midday, with the dead largely pulling back into sea and lake waters
- ■ Beware the village waterways: touching the water replenishes the strength of the dead and saps yours. Look closely at the bottom of the waterways, and you find them lined with dozens of resting corpses. Some wake slowly, as they clutch shards of glistening black mirror — best to… use a very long oar… or plunge very quickly to recover shards.
■ Carrying a mirror shard puts the dead around you to blissful sleep. Those who possess a cut of the Huntress’ heart can take control of up to 20 of the risen dead. Necromancers can control up to 10, even without such a token.
MOTHER MOON
Come midday of Day II, Yancai villagers start to move freely and reunite with loved ones. Waters begin to gently rise and flood the grounds, while the first spores of black mould appear on walls.
The first to help the injured are the washerwomen of Yancai, who favour the young and magically sensitive. You notice they work in perfect synchrony and have developed a hand sign language they can teach you. Keep an ear out, and one might entrust they are hedge witches, the so-called ‘ladies’ of the lake.
■ Join them, either invited or unseen, when they gather at one of Yancai’s three great lakes. Each lady picks up one of the silver coins tossed in the water for luck-bearing. Take one yourself, and you will be able to breathe and speak underwater, following as the ladies dive and swim through thin underwater passageways. Beware countless skeletal remains that line the lakes and sinister fish — both burst out to shackle your limbs, or sound the alarm about intruders.
■ You find the ladies have begun to shelter and ward the dead in lake caves, to avoid their rising up again. The ladies re-emerge in the forest, speaking of a protection rite they agreed with the elders’ council. They are not strong enough to break the Huntress’ lingering spell, but hope to later recruit nascent witch Miang-Si, who teases she has power from the Huntress. For now, the ladies have decided to create a five-year time loop, moving Yancai back and forth in time whenever the dead attack.
■ To achieve their rite, the ladies use large pieces of black mirror confiscated from the Huntress’ dead and the energy of the hunter’s moon that shines down a bloody red tonight. Those with a lunar connection feel the moon aches, disgusted by this violation. Even those unaffiliated with the moon feel irascible and prone to violence while under its gaze.
■ Interrupting the rite rescues the moon, earning you a reward, and breaks villagers from the five-year loop, allowing them to live their true lives. It also exposes Yancai to the dead, unless you remove the heart cuts. Co-ordinate and choose wisely.
■ The ladies conduct their chanting, rune-painting and summons throughout the night of Day III in the forest. You have a wealth of options to break their spell: interfere with the magic flows, disrupt the guarded ash circle of convened witches, summon irate villagers to raid, persuade Miang-Si to intervene, break or steal the rite’s black mirror pieces… You can also reach out to the coven’s strongest witches, who agreed to sacrifice themselves to become overseers in the time flux — the Lumberjack, Red Lady, White Woman, Man in Black and the Milk-Toothed Babes. You can still sign up for a RNG draw to chat.
BAIT & BEACON
To take attention off the ladies of the lake, Yancai’s council organises a sumptuous masked banquet and charity auction for the victims of the undead attack at the lavish House of Commerce. The House has been thoroughly cleansed by the time of your arrival, with only faint, clumsy traces of blood, decay and debris lingering from the previous offensive.
On site, servants are still jittery from the undead assault, while openly armed guards walk the grounds and answer any small provocation. Be kind to the staff or offer sympathy for their likely recent losses, and they might let you in unnoticed, or offer a hand.
- ■ Anyone who brings an item for the auction or who
can pretend s/hepossesses massive wealth can join the banquet. Show up with anything you can brazenly talk up as elite, exquisite or one-of-a-kind — or perhaps auction your services?
■ The House of Commerce contains a locked room with the village’s now fully active beacon. The Master of Commerce has the only key-tokens to access this quarter, somewhere in his study room — pick a lock, sweettalk the staff, or work your magic to get inside the study and grab one of the rune-inscribed tokens. The study room brims with scrolls, globes, letters to and from the Dawn’s Reach Trade Company and maps of… Arc I’s Sa-Hareth in the west, where hand-written news reports say the dead are rising.
■ Back at the banquet, the richest wine and… relaxing herbs and powders are offered freely or sometimes slipped into food to ease spirits. Aiming for levity, participants don comical animal masks or play a local game of ‘bait or hook,’ whereby they approach you with the aforementioned fishing bait or fish hook in closed fists, asking you to pick one. Depending on your choice, you must ‘bait’ the audience with a song or dance, or ‘hook’ them in with a joke or anecdote.
■ Around midnight, attendants are invited to an increasingly competitive auction, punctuated by elbowing, loud voices, crowding and the occasional threat. Beautiful concubines might stick to your arms, asking to be purchased this or that (exorbitant) small nothing as a gift. Participate to keep up your cover, but beware landing in hard debt!
■ Most banquet goers pretend they are indifferent to the undead attack, but some question whether the woman of the forest was to blame — while others mention that the mysterious, far too independent coven of the ladies of the lake is meeting even now, and might be cursing Yancai.
■ However you spend your night, the witch Karsa asks you to infiltrate the House of Commerce by dawns and attempt to leave through the beacon. This will only be possible if at least one person has picked up a key-token…!
QUESTIONS
Wet is as wet does.
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Since she's a reincarnation of a goddess of the Underworld/Hell, can Vanessa's magic have any control over the undead without the mirror shards, ie: getting them to stop attacking, or move out of her way?
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I remember the child had a burned face, etc, and a mask -- but did he or the beastmaster have enough hair left to tell what colour it might have been once? Pre... everything? Related to Red telling Wrathion about her and Hermione's little ring find.
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NPCS, CLUES, THREAD TURN-INs
Go ahead, ruin a time loop.
NEOMONSTERPET
Link your thread nursing one of the God-forsaken forest creatures back to a semblance of passing health by 15 July for your dubious reward. Mostly, the creatures will accompany you in curious comradery until you leave the forest and help along against the Huntress — but they might also lead you to interesting clues or rewards, depending on how good you are to them!
Pet Fido.
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YOU JUST HAVE NO HEART
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BLACK MIRROR SHARDS
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SMITE THAT RITE
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WHERE DID YOU LEAVE YOUR CAR KEYS?
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NPC STARTERS
the lumberjack → lockwood
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the milk-toothed babes → sizhui
i'm here, i'm here
Re: i'm here, i'm here
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the white woman → five
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the huntress → wrathion
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the huntress → jon snow
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→ aloy
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The Doctor | Doctor Who
day 1: the calm before the storm
He can fix this, though, they all can. It started here, they're close.
Distracted as he is, ruminating ten steps forward and not really even present, the Doctor's shoulder brushes against one of their own rather forcibly, enough that remaining upright might be uncertain for either of them, and so he quickly reaches out a hand to steady them. ]
Oh! It's you, wonderful you, good, excellent. Sorry, bit in my head — [ He gestures to the bustling market around them. ] Here we go again. Perfect pre-chorus if we were writing a song.
[ Everything's fine. ]
day 1: the monster pet we never knew we always wanted
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day 1: boar's heart
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day 2: wake, unwakefully
hi, new cr?
yes please!
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( closed ) vanessa ives • mother moon
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(closed) Wrathion • Shiny Objects
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wildcard. text.
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Wrathion | Warcraft !
The Forest: Lockwood
The village may be alive, the rot may have receded, but the pervasive feeling of being watched makes his skin crawl. Wrathion mislikes it, mislikes the Beastmaster's creatures being here, mislikes the Huntress being here.
Yet he does seek a way to stop this. The forest seems a good enough place to start, given he's seen Miang-Si head in.
She'll be meeting the Huntress, no doubt. Lan Wangji's cautions echo through his mind, but surely to stop this time loop they must intervene? Leaving it, and leaving these people to perpetual suffering, certainly doesn't seem right.
He looks around and the sound of footsteps, fixes his glowing red eyes on Lockwood. ]
Looking for something?
[ He cannot be sure they have the same goals, but if they do an extra set of hands wouldn't hurt. ]
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The Ritual: Caitlyn
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The Auction: Emilia
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wei wuxian | the untamed | ota
a heart hunting we will go
Still when he realized the Huntress was near, when he felt her call again despite knowing he has days before he can be weakened enough to obey, Wrath was angry enough the ground beneath him shook for it. He has since regained control of the rageful beast carefully locked away within him.
Wei Wuxian and Wrath were most affected then in that city, and Wrath had already spoken to Emilia and Wangji about preparing for her return. They are ready, and they work with efficiency - this team. While Wei Wuxian and Wrath hunt out the buried piece of the heart, Emilia and Wangji keep an eye on the Huntress, communicate her moves, and kill anything that comes in their path. )
You can sense it? ( It is half question. It would be difficult to have the connection to death they do and not feel the withering death like a beacon of its own in the forest. It's far still, but Wrath can feel it. )
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shard recovery
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how to make a nuisance of yourself in less than ten days
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caitlyn kiramman | arcane
boar's heart | ota
Every step through the forest is terrifying, the feeling of eyes on her a constant threat gnawing at the back of her mind, keeping the hairs on the back of her neck standing up straight. But she presses on ahead, every muscle in her body tense with nerves.
She hears the creature before she sees it, a rattling, whining sound that shakes the nearby ferns. Her first instinct is to pull her rifle from its case, extending it to its full length and snapping it to her shoulder. Her second instinct is to lower the gun and continue forward, because that was the sound of an animal not readying an attack, but of an animal in pain.
She still can't see it yet, but she crouches down by a tree and touches a dark, stick substance on the bark, bringing it to her nose to sniff before looking up at her companion.]
Blood. It must be injured.
:)
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wake, unwakefully | ota
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bait & beacon | closed to vanessa
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wrath | kingdom of the wicked
wake, unwakefully - ota.
Six of those undead come up on either side of the dock, crawling on top, grasping with clawed hands as they rush toward him. Wrath still does not turn his gaze from the water as he says, voice laced with command, with power: )
Stop. ( Their movements freeze immediately, mid-reach. ) Sit. ( And the undead do, sitting cross-legged at the edge of the dock on either side of him. None of them hold any shards in their decaying palms. Unfortunately.
Wrath sighs. He supposes the water is the only way - much as he would prefer not to dirty his clothing. He removes his shirt at least, folding it neatly, setting that down at his feet. More undead clamor up the sides of the deck toward anyone who might be near. )
i failed to hit you up last time, but this is my hour!!!
YES PERF
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It feels like this meeting never quite happens every time and is overdue
YESSS perfect time for it
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for emilia.
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red | original character
boar's heart - gotta catch'em all - ota
Its blood is spread along the path and against the grass. She'd meant to try to help against the Huntress. If that fucker can control those related to death- well, she doesn't want to end up in that kind of situation again, but she was distracted by the creature on the road.
She glances over her shoulder to anyone coming near. )
This is gonna sound weird as fuck but I think we got some kinda understanding here. You know anything about treating wounds? ( She knows some, but these are pretty serious. )
i had to
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boar's heart - into the woods - ota
Option B
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Xie Yun | Legend of Fei
[ The forest is filled with trees, what forest isn't. Only difference between this forest and the next is that some of the ground was brittle, as if it were going to give way under foot. He's also taken note of the hawks and ravens that were trying to come down at him and his companion.
As much as he doesn't want to harm anyone he's not about to allow them to get harmed. If they find pouches in the process then they could easily call it a success, no matter what injuries they may or may not sustain. ]
Don't hesitate to retreat if you need to.
[ Or fall back to take stock in the situation. ]
[ Wake, Unwakefully ]
[ Xie Yun knows that people might not want their deceased loved one's harmed but he can't allow anyone else to be harmed. He will try to get the dead to go elsewhere or even back toward the waterway, back the way that they came. Though that was probably easier said than done. After all, villagers were not overly good about defending themselves.
There's a shine in the water that definitely doesn't come from the sun or moon, which means there's something down there. Something that may or may not be worth their time. ]
I'm going to get a closer look, stay close or find a safe spot away from the undead.
[ Three Great Lakes ]
[ Following the ladies leads to one of Yancai's lakes. Kneeling down and staying hidden he watches as a silver coin is picked up and tossed into the lake. Of course, he takes note of the ladies diving down into the water and is curious on what exactly they were aiming for down there. It was time to find out. ]
What do you say we follow and find out what they're up to?
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[ See something else you like instead, toss it at me. I'll run with it. ♥ ]
great lakes
Sure thing.
[ He... definitely doesn't sound so sure. ]
How long can you hold your breath?
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Wen Ning | The Untamed
[ Being death-touched was not a good feeling around someone like the Huntress. Much less when there was a pull that was trying to get him to join her. Something that he did not want or plan to do. Not when he's been controlled before. When it was by someone that was not Wei Wuxian things tended to get a bit... dangerous. He became dangerous to those around him.
That pull from her was strong but he was determined to keep his distance. Determined to move as far away from her location as possible. ]
I would suggest not being too close to me right now.
[ His voice is deep, strained, but he meant what he said. Whoever was near him shouldn't be. Not when he did not want to harm anyone. ]
[ Wake, Unwakefully ]
[ The villagers that need help to travel to their loved ones are ones that he goes for first. Those that he would attempt to help where he could. When he's not helping them, though, he's fighting the undead that come from the water. ]
Is there anything you need within this area?
[ If his companion needed anything from the area then he would keep the dead at bay until they retrieved it. ]
[ Mother Moon - Day 3 ]
[ The forest is filled with the taste and feel of magic. Magic that needed to be interrupted if they were to help those around them. He did not like the feel of what was around them and he did not want to think about what it was the ladies were doing. All he knew was that they needed to be stopped. ]
I will do what I can here. You go get the villagers that want this stopped, see if they will help.
[ He is sure that they will help and, at the moment, it felt as if they'd need all the help they could get. ]
[ Wildcard ]
[ See something else you like instead, toss it at me. I'll run with it. ♥ ]
boar's heart
She frowns at her brother, tapping her chin. ] A-Ning?
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hermione granger (harry potter)
boar's heart (the philosophical option)
Certainly she would love the chance to rest, herself, but when? Definitely not here, not with the threat of the Huntress in the forest - a rumour though it may be, she doesn't like the idea of it at all.
"What are we doing here?" she asks, when she hears someone approach, gesturing towards the villagers as they move on with their lives. "They seem unaware of all that we've been through - that they've also been through. All this time travel, it...it's pointless, isn't it? It makes no difference."
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wake, unwakefully
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like the time lord dragon you are
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boar's heart (huntress possession bonus round)
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boar's heart (wrathion)
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number five | the umbrella academy
boar's heart
No matter how quietly or carefully he proceeds, he's sure that she knows exactly where he is. He teleports in an effort to throw them off, not far enough to spend all of his energy, but blinking from one side of the path to another whenever he hears them growing near.
He knows exactly when he's stepped in a pool of blood on the other side. With a deep scowl he follows where it leads to a badly injured beast. Sloppy work. If it were smaller he might have thought to break its neck to put it out of its misery. He's still considering it when it becomes clear that he doesn't have time for mercy.
The path is leading to quite a crowd up ahead that quickly demands all of his attention. ]
There you are.
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wake, unwakefully
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bait & beacon
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wildcard-ish.
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( Just a few pre-arranged starters for now — but definitely open if you'd like one, please PM!! )
■■■ xichen
( The woods once more, a path now trodden — but younger, lavish, green beneath his step. He remembers, last Xichen and he walked it, the empty slate of skies above unending, like a blind eye gazing. How the forests sang barren, and now they thrum and thrive and every quiet exhalation of leaves, dancing, is perhaps the wind’s whistling or a withered heartbeat.
They saw the girl, together, receiving her gift of viscera and gore and the strange, slithered promises the Huntress shared between hisses and howls of a pain stabbing. He has never glimpsed a part surviving the absence of the whole, yet there, in Miang-Si’s hands, cuts thrived
Then, the girl fled. Would they might have followed, but a skirmish of the Beastmaster’s creatures and the young dead that rallied and salivated in the Huntress’ train barred their path. Pursuit was a distant ambition, cruel for how it tempted them with odds of great, indefatigable success.
Now, they give chase, and for all their merits, their knowledge, their skill — they are monks and soldiers, exorcists and scholars. Not hunters, not accustomed to track scents and stains. Still, the heart parts betray themselves: nature expels them, the ground that digested them barren and brittle and pale. Where they are dug, grass burns, the roots of a nearby tree have recoiled, withdrawing flinched and staying arrested away from the point of burial, as if to avoid contagion.
Lan Wangji kneels by, hound on the hunt, fingers suspended over the intelligent corruption that licks at the land, the scent and feel of its wrongness. )
More perverse than necromancy. Old sorcery.
( Primitive, base. Like metals spun off grit and gravel, ore startlingly glistened in deep-dug mines. He reaches a hand in, excusing Bichen’s chilled blade from the game afoot —
And finds, suddenly, his wrist shackled by the tree’s roots, binding. Ah. )
Draw back.
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■■■ lockwood
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cal kestis | star wars | ota
[Cal doesn't sleep well, or much. He knows this isn't ideal and if Greez or Merrin were here, they would definitely try to convince him to make a better effort of it. But at the same time, sometimes it works in his favor. Like today, when he rises early when things just feel...wrong.
And when he rushes to a dock, he finds a pair of men standing together in shock, watching as many, too many undead pull themselves from the water. That's understandable; this isn't - or shouldn't be - a normal sight for most people. Luckily (?), Cal has dealt with walking corpses before.
Just once, mind, but he has the experience.
He unhooks his lightsaber hilt from his belt and walks toward the oncoming hoard, but before he can ignite his weapon, the men grasp onto the back of his clothes.]
Please, don't hurt them. Our mother is here.
[Cal pauses and studies the undead, seeing a few decaying women among them. He supposes the love a child has for its mother can forgive a lot of things, but even the fact that they're all obviously dead? Or, well, dead at one point. But the men keep repeating their words and Cal hooks the lightsaber hilt back on his belt. He's seen too much death recently, been the cause of it. Best not to add more misery if he doesn't have to.]
All right. Stay behind me.
[He raises his hands toward the shambling and dripping group, then throws his arms wide, an invisible force stopping the undead in their tracks, keeping them in stasis.]
We gotta go. That's not gonna keep 'em for long.
wake, unwakefully, part 2
[Despite not getting much sleep, Cal runs around Yancai to stave off the undead attacks wherever he can and without complaint. Sometimes, he'll dispatch them with the cool blue blade of his lightsaber. Others, he'll push with what could be mistaken for a small gust of wind back into the water. And when the attack tapers off, he makes for the waterways, just to make sure there aren't any stragglers.
That's when he sees the bodies lying dormant just below the surface. Which is pretty disconcerting. Are they waiting? Will they attack again?
He glances closer at one that holds something black in its hands, squinting to try and get a better look past the moving water.]
What is that...?
bait and beacon
[This Karsa woman wants them to infiltrate the House of Commerce in order to give them a chance to get off this planet and Cal finds the prospect very agreeable. Though it does leave him feeling a little guilty, too. As a Jedi, he is expected to use his skills to help those in need, no matter who or where they are and this place is clearly in need of help. But then again, the ragtag group in which he finds himself also needs to get to their respective homes. He has to get back to his family, too.
His work is never done, it seems.
For now, he just has to get inside. It would be easy enough to do on his own - fewer people means fewer variables to juggle when things inevitably don't go to plan - but this is a social event, right? It would make sense to have a friend.
Spying someone he recognizes as being part of their group, he casually walks up to them and keeps his voice low.]
You thinkin' of joining the fun? I can get us inside, unless you have a plan.
wildcard!
[Hit me up if you don't see something here you like!]
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[Moran is not dressed in a way that one would call inconspicuous. Quite the opposite. He's pulled out the royal blue and silver embroidered robes, the silver pin with its huge pearl glints in his top knot, and he looks every bit the prince he actually is. There is little chance that anyone will actually stop him at the door, given that he looks like he drips money.]
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Eda Clawthorne | The Owl House
BOAR'S HEART
Usually. Ever since the beacon spat her back out, any minute standing still feels like utter torture.
It's probably this blasted world getting to her. All the undead fighting really takes a toll on you. Walking across the bustling market, she finds a mirror and looks into it, pulling at her lower lid to see if there's a new wrinkle or two.
That's when she hears a voice calling out to her. You!! You told me to make a bonfire on my boat on a full moon for good luck, and now it burned down!
Eda's eyes widen and she yelps. ]
Is it really my fault if you took that advice?
[ Damn, this world's version of her must've been deep in the wine jug that day. ]
Uhhh, distraction spell!
[ She pulls some of the wares in the stall next to her down and tosses them at the irate person approaching her, then flees. ]
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WAKE, UNWAKEFULLY
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MOTHER MOON
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Upon seeing Yelena, she is momentarily relieved and waves at her. ]
Hey! Fancy to meet you...
[ But she's quick to notice that something about Yelena is different. Her posture, her gaze, the serious warning she issues. ]
... here?
[ Eda's brows furrow. ]
What exactly are you doing here?
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somewhat wildcard