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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2023-07-02 05:47 pm

the sunken | moonrise



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/he possesses 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

scrapgege: (006-01)

[personal profile] scrapgege 2023-07-13 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm, you're probably right.

[Allow him a moment to close his eyes and feel out with what little qi he can use right now... Ah, yes. There.]

Alright, let's see what we can fish out. Ruoye, go !

[A bit reluctantly, the white silk bandages shoots towards the surface of the water and for a while, nothing much seems to happen... and then suddenly there's tension around Xie Lian's wrists and he pulls with determination and out comes... a full undead with a black mirror piece apparently embedded in its chest.

On its way to collide with him.]
inferus: (🗡️ 1 9 0)

[personal profile] inferus 2023-07-13 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
( That is likely the best description anyone could make of brain waves to someone who lives in a world where electricity has not yet been invented, and so in the end, Wrath just nods and then returns to looking at the undead as it struggles to move through the water.

Sigh. )


I suppose I do not sense magic from you so it would have to be by another mechanism. ( Her power did feel different when she has used it against him at his own request. )
reparo: (care of magical creatures)

[personal profile] reparo 2023-07-13 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She is very serious about this, look at her serious face! Look at it, Red. ] All at once, Red, and the next thing I remember is attacking Lan Wangji pretty viciously.

I mean it. I'm good with the wand, but physically I'm weak. So you know, knock me out and drag me far - her hold doesn't last past a certain distance, thankfully.

[ She brings her free hand up. Jangles her bangle. ]

This should still work, though.
reparo: (ebublio)

[personal profile] reparo 2023-07-13 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Unless they give her a reason? What are they meant to do, then, lie to her? Con her? Consider the fact that she knows what Miang-Si kisses like?

Not that part.

If improvising is up to Hermione, they're in trouble - last time she felt she had to do that, she called Wrathion her betrothed.

Thankfully, the inner turmoil is given something else to do: birdwatching.]


They might be carrions. Let's try to check that area out, and see if it's still green.
inferus: (🗡️ 0 5 1)

[personal profile] inferus 2023-07-13 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Relief hits first as soon as Wrath senses her presence, as soon as he feels her nearing him in all her power and fury. He would know if anything happened to her - tied as they are through their bond.

Then his gaze falls upon the sight of her with dagger in hand, blood dripping from the sharp edge, her hair a mess from the fighting she participated in. She looks feral, looks like a warrior, and looks relieved to see him when her gaze finds his. She looks so strikingly breathtaking, so entirely tempting.

For all the temptations, he has given mortals throughout the years - never has he been so tempted before, never has he felt his own willpower so shaken.

In a moment, Wrath is in front of her, lifting his hand, pulling her in against him, and kissing her hard with the strength of his relief and desire.
inferus: (🗡️ 2 2 7)

[personal profile] inferus 2023-07-13 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
( Wrath can sense the undead on its way as its yanked upward along with the bandage, and so he is already prepared. He reaches out to grab hold of the corpse before it can be flung into the individual beside him.

He yanks off one of its arms as it attempts to scratch and then tosses that back into the water. The other arm remains reaching and grabbing, attempting to scratch anything near enough to it. )


Efficient enough.

( And Wrath did not have to get which he appreciates as he reaches to yank the black mirror shard buried inside of it. )

Thank you.
damnable: (079)

[personal profile] damnable 2023-07-13 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
( Red makes a face at the idea of having to knock her out, but she also understands the necessity of it. She releases a breath. )

Yeah, I'll make sure you don't hurt anybody else. I just don't fuckin' like having to hurt you to do it.

( But she also knows how much more harmful it will be for Hermione to be taken like that again. She tenses her muscles, but before she can ask anymore the monster stops and starts to uncover something. Red leans down and picks it up, holding it out to Hermione. )

A ring. Must be the Huntress'.
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[personal profile] aprescoup 2023-07-13 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)


( She is still, frozen in place, her limbs paralyzed. When she moves, chin jutting, it is as if she is a wild animal, seeking succor. As if she must run. )

What...? How do you know? How are you so certain? You — ( It feels almost as if she herself uncertain if she welcomes the news or fears it. ) You did not even see him, you say so. You say so.

( It cannot be. He is dead. She saw him dead. )

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[personal profile] aprescoup 2023-07-13 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)


...haunt you?

( This seems to still and startle her, the hand she was only just raising to nervously slip her hair aside stopping mid-air. She watches him, like a hunted animal, eyes bright and white and feral.

And suspicion finally begins to eat at her. )


what are you...? Who are you? You're not one of us, are you?

( No, he speaks so hatefully, so impatiently. He cannot be of their kind. )

aprescoup: (Default)

Re: i'm here, i'm here

[personal profile] aprescoup 2023-07-13 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)


( The children gaze from one to the next, half to gain courage, half... to build on each other's words, their nods slow, words nearly calculating. Testing their new friend.

And one says: )
Hide.

( And another: ) Seek.

( And another: ) Hide.

( Another: ) Tag.

( The first. ) Play.

starlingroad: (MCU - Lighter smile)

[personal profile] starlingroad 2023-07-13 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Indeed, the time loop on the train was more of a precursor to the loop happening now. But they seem to remember each other, and that does get a smile from America.

"Yes! Hermione?" Maybe Hermione's insights can help.

"No. I think this kinda is a big deal," America points out. "It's just...we would have to find who's doing it to make it stop, right? But if we know what happens, we know what to prevent from happening in the future, too."

Because she's convinced they need to get on that.
paperbutterflies: (Smile)

[personal profile] paperbutterflies 2023-07-13 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Are those your favorite games? They are all pretty nice. Do you find those who hide easily?
downswing: (first day alive)

[personal profile] downswing 2023-07-13 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)


( — then, their efforts are stymied. Heartbeats accrue, he waits, he waits and she does not return to him. The horizon, at depth, with bodies slamming riotously into their own, is a clutter, a madness. He sees little, gaze slanted — but then she comes into view, the grasp of the corpse denying her, and he understands enough.

They can struggle to coax the corpse's grip free, he supposes. Two persons might do what Caitlyn, fighting savagely and lone, did not. But then, there is the simpler solution, and this round, when he routes the spooling noose of his wire and rounds it, this time, on the creature's hand, at the wrist.

One tug, slight — the corpse's long, wrenched howl is like a guttering candle flame — and then Caitlyn may find herself clinging to the undead thing's severed hand, while Lan Wangji waves her to swim, swim up, swim up now. )

downswing: (dead weight)

[personal profile] downswing 2023-07-13 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)


( ...a humble weight, all bones and water. It should displease him, but then Wei Ying's front sings palatably warm, his limbs cling to Lan Wangji's neck, legs scale him. On instinct, and the learning of a singular other occasion, he inclines forward enough to balance out the weight, drawing his arms back to grasp the tender, lean length of Wei Ying's legs at their knee, binding them.

After, it's a slow carry, despite the equally protracted s i n k i n g of their boat. No haste between them, not when Lan Wangji slips free of their wooden confines to use the head of a corpse as his first perch the back of another as his ledge, not when he jumps from corner to edge to the shoreline, unhindered.

There, he should take the knee to allow Wei Ying his descent —

But excuses himself from the natural conclusion, ferns and grass tickling the span of his ankles, teasing his skin. )


Will playing more soothe them asleep? ( The dead here are, he suspects, far too numerous for Wei Ying to exercise the full span of his influence. All the same. )

Edited 2023-07-13 20:57 (UTC)
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[personal profile] downswing 2023-07-13 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)


...unnecessary between us.

( The giving and receipt of thanks, the formulaic, pretend-politesse of formalised gratitude. They both know: Lan Wangji is not a creature of innate gratitude, too covetous, too wrathful, too visceral. And Wrath is — Wrath, shaped human, but Lan Wangji expects, more a culmination and aggregate of power, than a being of the world.

What point then, pretending they are mannered? He shrugs once, one shoulder only answering the summons, the other stiff, restive. Turning a hand to it reveals the work of battery, some bruising. More hurts his body incurred, but that tired, exerted nerves did not record.

...Wrath's... creature presents itself, cadaver in its trifecta of hungering mouths, and Lan Wangji mutely gags, impossibly repulsed. )


Retain the shard. ( But then, he supposes, an explanation is ever necessary. ) Its energies disapprove of mine.

( ...corrupt them, as things are. )

downswing: (countdown)

in before canon sword surfing, weep

[personal profile] downswing 2023-07-13 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)


( ...perhaps this is to be Lan Wangji's fate, forever orbiting in the gravity pull of the better man, the more virtuous, self-sacrificial hero. The misunderstood champion, the bloodied legend, the martyr.

Wei Ying wrote the start of that pattern. Lockwood satisfies the requirements to join the trend. Unbidden, Lan Wangji flings out his sword — only for the blade to linger stalwartly and hovered, like lightning paralyzed above water, slashing searching fingers of the riotous undead. He plunges, rising above and scaling the sword, and it dashes by, bearing his weight scrupulously with minimal tremulations.

After, it is a disastrous hunt, chasing negative spaces between a sea of torn, tattered limbs, and the dead in their cluttered, cloying waters. He locates Lockwood at a sharpened glance, flight of his sword easing, as he crouches down and leans, hand ready to grasp — )


Collect the shard, so I may extricate you.

( A carriage made man made flying sword, here to excavate you, young sir. )

downswing: (wrist)

[personal profile] downswing 2023-07-13 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)


) Play.

And so, unceremoniously, one wave of his hand and the deed is done: the guqin summoned with crackling bursts of false electricity, from the nethers. Wangji is a pretty, slight thing against a vision of bursting chaos, fire reaching out like covetous tongues.

Says brother, summon the wind. Less so than echoes, vibration, movement. He plays the appropriate notes, and the world shakes, wind coalesces and storms, blows hard and quickening over the horizon —

And at first the flame answers, shifting, thinning, providing relief —

...only for it to turn, suddenly, and blow in their direction, harder than before.

Excuse Lan Wangji, releasing his zither to disperse from the rushed conjuration, and instead calling up a wall of wards. )


...apologies.

( This, while the fire keeps bursting into their faces. )


aprescoup: (Default)

[personal profile] aprescoup 2023-07-13 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
( They seem, collectively, to think, as if this is a matter of great and paramount importance, fingers tapping their own lower lips, their temples or their cheeks.

Then, the same chorus.

One: )
Yes.

( Another: ) Always!

( The third: ) We hide really, really well!

( And the last: ) Better than anyone!

paperbutterflies: (Smile)

[personal profile] paperbutterflies 2023-07-13 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ... oh, no. Now that they aren't trying to hurt him, or perhaps he is less prone to be hurt by them, they are actually adorable. He kneels down, so he's not talking to them from very high. ]

I am certain that you do. Is there someone you have to hide from?
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[personal profile] northerndragon 2023-07-13 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
I trust that the others in my company saw him, spoke to him, tried to help him. I trust what they say. The child lives as you live. Four years, five years on.

[Which is to say: everyone in this conversation has died and come back.]

You might find him, or he might find you. Look for where there has been a sickness.

[He does not know if it is consolation or a threat; he only hopes it is incentive for her to leave Yancai, leave the girl, leave the dead in peace.]
somebadnews: (69)

[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-07-13 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He’d meant that as a threat, so it’s somewhat satisfying that she takes it as one. ]

I’m a time traveler here to make you see the error of your ways. [ Maybe the cult-speech started getting in his head; he smiles, half-amused and waiting to see if she’ll make a move. ] You have no idea what kind of havoc your selfish act of sacrifice is going to cause.
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canon sword ... you win the internet

[personal profile] recklessenough 2023-07-13 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lockwood wouldn't term himself a 'better' anything. He would take the terms self sacrificial hero, and he had used the term noble sacrifice in the past, only to have bullshit called on him. His love of the spotlight would enjoy the thought of being a legend, but if you dug down into the roots of all of it, he was just a boy grieving the loss of his family.

Between diving under the water and fighting off the scrabbling hands trying to drag him under, Lockwood missed the rather spectacular display that was Lan Wangji's control over his sword. No rapier could do what that blade did, that was for certain! When he heard the man's voice from somewhere above his head, the youth was confused.

He'd told Lan Wangji to use his distraction as a way to get out of the water! What was the man still doing in ...

Lockwood looked up, shard in his hands and eyes going wide at the vision he beheld. ]


How in the ... [ He began to ask, unable to help himself. A sharp pain in his shoulder, boney fingers digging into living flesh, drew Lockwood back to his current circumstances. Questions would have to wait.

Twisting his way free of the skeletal grasp, Lockwood secured the shard in his one hand and then reached up with the other. This was certainly going to be a first, and though Lockwood was usually fairly quick witted, he couldn't quite envision how Lan Wangji meant to transport them both.

So, for once in his life, the boy was going to shut his mouth and simply hang on for dear life! ]
starlingroad: (MCU - Side-eye)

[personal profile] starlingroad 2023-07-13 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[America nods, furiously.]

I'll follow you. Go. [She reaches over to, sort of gently, push at Eda's shoulder to get her going through it.]
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[personal profile] deescalate 2023-07-13 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Moran. Cal almost laughs. The pronunciation isn't quite the same as his...friend's name back at the saloon, but the coincidence amuses him nonetheless. Not that that's important right now.

He falls into step as instructed and keeps his head down, adopting the demeanor of a servant or hired help or whatever this Moran is used to having. The man certainly has the air of someone who regularly gets what he wants and probably doesn't need Cal's help in this situation, but he keeps a hand free, anyway, ready to gather up any of the Force he can just in case.

The silver embroidery catches his eye, however, as well as the guards'. Cal watches and waits as the two guards look at each other, suddenly a little off-kilter. This wasn't going according to their plan, it seems.

They quickly cone to some sort of consensus, though, and one clears his throat.]


Our apologies. You and your man must be here for the banquet. Please, come in.

inferus: (🗡️ 3 7 0)

[personal profile] inferus 2023-07-14 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Good manners are never unnecessary.

( But Wrath does understand the sentiment beyond all the rest - it simply will not stop him from being polite in turn, from giving thanks when it is needed. Wrath genuinely means his appreciation when he gives it, and so he does not find them to be empty platitudes in the slightest.

He raises an eyebrow.

Wrath does intend to keep the shard, but this explanation is not very thorough. )


...how is it they disapprove of yours?

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