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THE CHAININGS

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Escorted by shepherds, the party reaches most decadent Ephes — a citadel with a newly-raised, lethal army and ambitions of imperial expansion. The undead lady Messalina has approached the Senate of Ephes, asking for the citadel’s forces to liberate the unliving from the undead Brotherhood that “enslaves them.” In exchange, she pledges Ephes any territories she frees.

Ephes hides a beacon within the main temple of the world-making and world-ending chaotic Chained God, currently closed off while Senate leader Caius Justus considers Messalina’s proposal.

OBJECTIVE: Survive Ephes until the temple opens.

This first event of Arc VII lasts until 3 October. Use your character roles, pursue leads or nudge NPCs for clues!

POLITICS

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Politically-minded characters take residence with their benefactors and receive two iron chain bracelets, which represent the Chained God. These bracelets and the red-purplish trim of your white cloth identify your political standing and attract the nagging, desperate or aggressive public pleas of your petitioners.

You hear, hastening to attend Senate sessions, that long-serving leader Caius Justus is unlikely to earn a new mandate. His peaceful, sedentary governance is unsuited to Ephes’ military ambitions.

Pair up with party members and submit threads by 23:59 GMT on 27 September of bribing, cheating or outright fulfilling the needs of one of the politicians below, to secure their vote for or against Messalina.

■ War veteran-turned-politician Sextus Longinus wants to leave his mark permanently on Ephes.

■ Senator Publia Secunda has been struck with court summons on charges of tax evasion. The court claims it has proof she has been passing the precious wares on her ships as geese.

■ Senator Ovidius Petronius’s wife fled home, ruining his image as a family man, after he was caught in compromising circumstances with another woman.

■ Severus Silvanus was overcome by sickness and wishes to throw a party worth remembering as he lives out his final year.

■ Once a formidable soldier, Senator Cassia Floriana has been for years denied an audience by the priests of the temple of the Chained God because of the blood on her hands.

■ Maximilianus Tacitus wishes to eliminate his reputation for stinginess — while spending not one coin.

Note: if multiple players go for the same Senator, we’ll assume they had more than one vote to cast!

GLADIATORS | non-gladiators can spectate or patron

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Those assigned as gladiators are received by arena leader Laetio and housed in single or shared barracks cells in grounds near the largest stadiums.

Accommodations are scarce — pallets, hard stone ground — but food, healing and care are generously provided. Veteran gladiators are frequently measured and assessed. Strife is contained, and brawls are forbidden, while priestess of the Chained God visit periodically to bless warriors as ‘his children of chaos.’

At times, as you train or sleep, you sense you are watched. On other days, you wake from violent nightmares to see your wounds and bruises have vanished.

■ Newcomers are paired and taught how to throw fights, exaggerate their reactions and create slogans and outrageous personas. They are offered tattoos, haircuts and makeup.

■ You experience the first day in the arena around the OOC date of 18 September, when gladiators re-enact the Chained God’s first defeat and Chaining.

■ Characters can fight NPCs, each other, or demonic large beasts. These hefty creatures attack head first and thrash the arena, often striking spectators.

■ Injuries can happen when fighting beasts, but unlikely from other gladiators. The highest official attending a fight may choose the loser’s punishment, but must pay exorbitant fees for losses to the arena. After a noble boy orders a veteran gladiator severely beaten, you hear Laetio threatening the child’s anguished father with repercussions from Narula, leader of the Hand.

■ Submit a fight thread by 23:59 GMT on 27 September for the winner/s to address the stadium.

■ Other party members can pay or coax Laetio to receive their ‘favourite’ gladiator(s) overnight at their villas. Return by dawns.

WHITE NIGHT

One night (OOCly: 24 September), after gladiator games on the sixth of twelve Chainings, you wake up in a bleary haze, your thoughts and movements slow. Stifled screams and heavy footsteps erupt distantly. In pitch dark, you spot the slithering, deep silhouettes that are checking cells — progressing towards you.

■ If you glimpse their coarsely carved masks depicting wolves, you are overcome with a sudden, insurmountable terror and the certainty that your visitors are inhuman.

■ Stumbling, you flee your surprisingly open cell, overcome by dread that won’t abate until you find living company. Some of the emptied cells you pass by have been clearly ravaged. On the walls of three untouched cells of veteran gladiators, you see a wolf’s head coarsely painted in fresh blood. Hide with your companions, until sleep suddenly claims you.

■ The next day, you wake back in your sleeping quarters. Laetio accuses some gladiators of going mad from last night’s celebratory drink and destroying the cells. Servants have been cleaning attentively, with all blood paintings gone.

■ Your memories of the night are increasingly diffuse: at times you describe the intruders. At others, you speak of creatures or people from your own past that terrify you.

■ A veteran gladiator, the Beast of Brenne, is absent from the morning call. Laetio regretfully informs he perished from wounds incurred in yesterday’s games. He calls a toast to the Beast of Brenne and bans drink for the rest of the Chainings.

THE HAND

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Characters reach the barracks as part of a set of 100 new recruits. They are subjected to three days of intense training, ranging from running and parkour basics to weights and strength building, basic dagger combat and surviving hard (magically induced) weather conditions. The recruit batch is overseen by Hand leader Narula and members depend on each other for food or care.
Throughout this, recruits are made to heavily depend on Brother Narula, who negotiates and awards privileges and regularly visits for interviews not unlike interrogations. Recruits are largely orphans, convicts or disinherited — lone wolves, says Narula, who only find their pack in the Hand.

Every ten days of the 100 after recruitment, the worst performing five conscripts are removed from the ranks, stoking vicious competition and internal sabotage that Narula allows on the premise of soldiers needing both brawns and cunning.

Permanent injuries are banned. Beware blades left in your shoes and itchy, ground nettles powder on your uniforms.

HONEYED

Within days of receiving your assignments, you must shadow a group of Hand veterans and guard a Hive — an agricultural cluster outside of Ephes — during a grains transfer.

■ New recruits follow veteran soldiers into the eerily silent, vast farmland dominated by high rows of wheat and corn. You feel watched and something touches your legs and thighs. Within farmers’ hearing, veteran soldiers laugh it off as rabbits, snakes — but privately tell you to walk outside the line of vision of scarecrows littered in the fields.

■ The transfer proceeds peacefully until midday, when alarms blare, and a brawl starts near a defunct watering well: a dozen Hand veterans have gone berserk and attack indiscriminately. They are dark-eyed, heaving and struggle with speech and coordination. They seem less wrathful than anguished, desperately calling to ‘Make homes’ as they slaughter and sever limbs.

■ Immobilise the attackers, or take civilians to safety in warehouses.

■ The berserk soldiers are removed — allegedly taken for healing and discipline, but never seen again. At the barracks, Narula says the incident was the result of heatstroke.

MESSALINA’S INFILTRATORS

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Some party members join Messalina’s group as paid campaign aides. Stationed in the Senate’s summer villas outside of Ephes, the lady’s eclectic group comprises volatile magic users and necromancers, the undead and demonic creatures — who coexist in tenuous peace. It’s every wo/man to themselves after dark, when the villa walls and defences are drawn up and gates lock to prevent the indiscreet exit of a blood-thirsting demon.

Mid-summer

It becomes rapidly clear that Messalina does not trust the good will of Ephes and wants to cut a deal quickly by bribing, blackmailing, or interceding with Senate leader Caius Justus. She also seems unsettled by the Chained God, who she fears is a hidden undead liege controlling Ephes.

”Not every Sleeper sleeps deep.”

Messalina assigns party members to bolster the campaign of Maximus Faustus — previously a young, promising and popular politician with hopes of becoming Senate leader… who has been replaced by demonic shapeshifter Alir.

■ Infiltrate noble functions and learn what would steer patricians towards Faustus’ cause.

■ Patricians widely feel that Caius has been too sympathetic towards plebeians and neglectful of his own people. They want to see more grand gestures celebrating Ephes’ noblest class. See to it.
■ Some superstitiously associate Caius with the cult of the Chained God, whom the Senate leader brought back to forefront.

■ Alir is fiercely intelligent, quick-witted, dry — with little regard for humans, beyond their delicious hearts. Watch him while in public, as he succumbs to his hunger and lures innocents in dark corners to rip out their innards and feast on their flesh. Pay off or exterminate witnesses.

■ A derisive Alir questions Messalina’s plans for peaceful coexistence and the innocence of Ephes. He urges his caretakers to inspect Caius’s private home on the night of the full moon (OOCly: 20 September). You may take along other party members.

■ That night, Caius’ villa is well lit, bursting with song and closed from the inside. Scale the walls to enter and find a feast held by shadowy silhouettes of Caius’ ancestors. First they interact with you, then ignore you, then, increasingly inconvenienced, seem to recognise there is something wrong about you, before giving chase, daggers in hand.

■ On a high table in the great reception halls, you can find the entombment masks and personal effects of all of Caius’ ancestors who are present at the feast. Caius’ personal study contains nearly year-old letters of trade, reports on the fragility of the then-6,000-strong Hand and a broken worship tablet depicting the Chained God’s fourth Chaining.

■ In the kitchens, you find well-secured barrels of fish and wine — jump in together, or hear movement from the servants hidden within. You have time for one question.

CIVILIANS

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Characters assigned civilian roles may safely assume their Ephes posts for a handful of days, before the religious celebrations of the Chained God’s twelve Chainings start. The all-Father of the universe, the Chained God is set to birth, consume and rebirth the world, and was chained twelve times by the first heroes of humanity to contain his destruction.

■ The numerous priests of the Chained God wander the roads and mark the foreheads of civilians with salted ash — which briefly brings out your anger, greed or selfishness.

■ Priests say you feel the frustration of the bound Chained God. Some of those ash-touched experience visions of a heavily fettered, amorphous creature, struggling in agony in a cavernous room. Those with supernatural powers find their abilities are volatile for a day.

■ Those who ‘see’ the Chained God are brought and tested for holiness by Priestess Valeria, for it is known the Chained God chooses brief emissaries during the days of Chaining.

■ Newer acolytes greatly defend the religious cult: a great earthquake rattled the main temple of the Chained God last year during the Chainings, and falling debris only spared the faithful who prayed within.

Off with his —

On the sixth day of Chaining (OOCly: 23 September), the news shouter of Ephes’ main marketplace receives a pouch containing the decapitated head of Tavernus, brother of Ephes army leader Narula.

The shocked newscaster drops the head, shakily reading out the message stitched on the pouch: Animals die for men to live. Men die for gods to prosper. — a quote attributed to the Chained Gods and carved on his main temple’s outer walls.

Locals may share Tavernus was a taciturn man who previously served as Narula’s lieutenant in the Hand, before retiring five months prior and taking up agricultural trade.

Group up to investigate — and throw your hat in for a RNG pick to win the head.

NIGHT OF KNIVES | EVERYONE WELCOME

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The twelfth day of Chaining (OOCly: 29 September) ends the yearly religious festivities of the Chained God with multiple street celebrations and private dinners.

Popular political upstart Maximus Faustus holds his own night-long banquet, opening his doors to all.

The affair sprawls over multiple floors of Faustus’ enormous villa, with entertainment ranging from poetry, theatre, artistic and magical recitals on the lower floors to a gladiator performance and heavy opioids upstairs. Conveniently, the guest list includes every figurehead of Ephes and their main political and financial backers. Patricians seem amused but flattered by Faustus, who was ‘no one’ before Messalina’s support, but who has been generous in his appreciation of the city’s elite.

■ Sign up for a RNG draw for a conversation with Faustus by 23:59 GMT on 18 September.

■ No better time to publicise your feats or generosity. Why not have your character (including gladiators) perform or bring an offering?

■ Servants apologise as you smell an excess of musk and oud, hiding, they say, spillage from an accident caused by a fired manservant. You can still glimpse glinting trails of cleansed lamp oil.

■ Messalina attends the banquet for two hours, but hastily withdraws at midnight, after receiving a letter.

■ Towards the middle of the night, priestess Valeria asks to conduct a religious séance, allowing one person to channel the Chained God and speak to Ephes.

■ After 2 a.m., torch lights dim down, as twenty masked pantomimes enter the main banquet halls, shushing the rooms silent. In good spirit, they ridicule the partygoers, even poking fun at you with inside jokes they should not know about…

■ …before slashing the throats or stabbing some of the high-profile Senators present, sparking a chaotic stampede.

■ The main villa doors have been closed from the outside. Fire broke out within and spreads rapidly, after the rims of main halls curtains were drenched in lamp oil. Rescue some of the Senators, or help the crowds escape Faustus’ burning villa.

■ The assassins are exceptionally strong fighters whose combat style some might recognise from the Hand’s drills. They fluctuate between having physical bodies and merging with shadows.

■ Come morning, a list is found on the main hall floor of Faustus’ villa with an assassination contract for the murdered and targeted Senators. All had intended to support Messalina. The contract is signed with the seal of a ring showing a wolf in profile.

QUESTIONS

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That's fine too.

( He knows many a repressed person, after all. But Wen Kexing's eyes are dancing in amusement as he looks at Jacob. )

The wine's at least worth it.

[ Jacob knows what he is. He just doesn't need everyone else knowing too. Not when he doesn't know them, not enough to trust.

He shouldn't feel so threatened in this place. But the fear is part of him, yet another secret to keep. Besides, Wen isn't exactly being upfront.]

It's not bad. Beer would be better. Maybe that's what you can source by the time I come by again?

I don't know what that is, but I can do my best.

( He holds up the wine bottle in offering again. )

If I don't I'm sure there are other things. This place always has something to unearth.

You don't have beer?

[ That can't be right.]

Maybe it's called something else? It's hops, water and barley. All fermented together. Like wine but with grains, I suppose.

[ As for the offer of more wine, Jacob doesnt say no. Why would anyone say no?]

Hm, not where I'm from. There might be something similar but I believe it's a ritual drink. You could always ask someone here if we do, I merely deal with the import of wines. But if you lay your hand on it, let me know. I've always enjoyed trying new things.

( And he doubts it's a funerary rite here, if Jacob seems so surprised by the lack of it. )

[ Jacob can't believe what hes hearing. Wine is all well and good, but theres something about beer that is just... fundementally different. Less... posh. ]

As you've provided the drinks this time, next time we meet, I'll bring the refreshment. Decent beer, I promise.

[ And he'll scour the city for it, when hes not watching their pet adulterer. He needs to impress Wen. And somehow, he feels the man's palate is probably more elevated than his own.]

I'll hold you to that.

( Because who said business can't be mixed with pleasure. )

There's one thing to be said about being kidnapped against my will, at least I get to sample things I wouldn't have the chance to before. Though I'm more than a little sad we left the little pink cakes back in Unkharil. They were nice.

( Fondant for a man with a notorious sweet tooth. )

[ Jacob shakes his head, but theres a fondness in his words when he paraphrases:]

Being kidnapped isn't so bad, the food is probably the best part!

[ Of course he doesn't really little pink cakes, but sweet things tend not to appeal to him.]

I think you might be onto something. While we're here, we might as well see the bright side. Being melancholic never did anyone any good.

Oh, you're right. It could absolutely be worse. Besides, there's still the wine, the food, the sights.

( Playful, an arched eyebrow. There's certainly a lot to see in many of Wen Kexing's establishments. )

I could do without the scheming, but ah, I like to be useful.

And the entertainment?

[Which you certainly didn't get in the jungle, and Jacob is glad it wasn't available in the creepy labyrinth and bathrooms full of... things. He still isn't comfortable about what those things were.]

Wherever you get folks, there's going to be scheming and politics. It is just how people are.

The entertainment, certainly. Some of the women certainly have skills.

( He's talking about the musical type, but the way he words it and the lazy, lecherous smile he wears constantly doesn't actually clear any of that up. Playing a part has always been Wen Kexing's modus operandi. )

If our confinement in this world is to last then I hope we'll stay here for longer than the last, I could get comfortable in a place like this.

And you know that, do you?

[The words come blurting out before his brain engages, and he'll blame the wine for that as he's drinking on an empty belly. But he wants to kick himself anyway for saying that when he doesn't want anyone assuming anything similar about him.

He doesn't backtrack or apologise, but moves quickly on.]

It's a city. You couldn't pay me to go back to those other shitholes.

I see to it myself.

( Oh, he's absolutely certain Jacob is thinking one thing and one thing only. If Wen Kexing were kinder he might do something to correct him, but no, he finds it funny. )

Do you not have pleasure houses in London, Master Frye? Are you perhaps overwhelmed?

[ At least he doesn't choke that time. Maybe Wen is teasing him, but its impossible to know with the expression on that perfect face.

Instead he rallies and grins, draining his wine.]

We have the best. I'd tell you what those girls could do for you Wen, but I can see you're an innocent sort and I don't want to shock you. Besides, I'm not quite sure how they do it myself.

Innocent?

( A laugh, bright, sharp. )

Mm, we can go with that I suppose. I'm not sure many people will agree with you, however.

In comparison to those ladies? I think we'd both be considered lacking in... skill.

[ Not that Jacob has really seen for himself. He's been to brothels and mollyhouses, but it's not as if he's sampled everything they offer.]

( A snort, inelegant but amused. )

Maybe you might be, but I'm well-renowned for my prowess. Su Yue from Yang Zhou City once offered me his handkerchief! ( He knows it doesn't mean anything to Jacob, but still. He's courted only the most beautiful of concubines. ) The only reason nobody's singing my praises right here and now is because I have someone back home.

( The impassioned defence of himself pauses, as he remembers who's absent. Wen Kexing heaves a sigh, takes more of his wine. ) Tch. You may be a newborn colt, I've always had a stallion's heart.

His handkerchief?

[ Jacob raises a brow, but he's giving Wen a moment to backtrack if he needs to, to pretend he misspoke. Maybe he did. Jacob can keep secrets, but they dont know each other, and back home? This is not a secret you trust to anyone.

Wen continues- someone back home. Singing his praises. That deep sigh and the way he reaches for his drink.

The protest that Jacob is no colt does on his lips and instead he reaches for the wine jug and offers to top up the cup.]

I'm sorry. You'll go back to them soon. And maybe by then, you'll have the rest of the stallions bits too.

[ ...he couldn't help it. Sorry Wen. ]

( The stillness that settles into the easy way Wen Kexing is sitting is perhaps not quite as outwardly murderous as he could be, but there is a certain alertness to him, even lazing as he is. Dark eyes narrow in thought, something daring about the shape of it, but then Jacob is refilling his wine and it ebbs, a little. )

I prefer the company of men.

( Said easily enough. Oh, he's aware of how some people might react, but there's something to be said about being so deadly that people usually leave the homophobia aside. Anyone who's ever tried is long gone, and usually if someone is finding reasons to hate him the bloodshed comes first.

He drinks, deep, tries to ignore the hollow space where Zhou Zishu should reside. ) Is that going to be a problem, Master Frye?

[ The cup is refilled, the jug set down, carefully, outwardly taking the time to make sure it doesn't spill but mistly thinking. And not thinking about the question either, not really. He'd be a hypocrit to care.

Moreso, hes thinking of what he hasn't got, and how much it would hurt to have and lose. Its strange, because its not as if he can have it anyway. Assassins don't get to play happy families.

And he certainly can't have it here. ]

Problem? Not for me. As long as you can afford me, you can do what you like.

( A laugh, then. )

Aiya, that's better. I'd hate to fall out with a new friend.

( Relaxed, once more. )

And I think we can be useful to each other, don't you?

I hope so. But I suppose I have to prove I can be useful first, hm?

[After all, Wen has already proved himself a provider of fine booze. Jacob's just proved he can drink it. Not the most useful of skills.]

I'm sure you'll succeed.

( Confidence is key! Besides, if Jacob fails then Wen Kexing is sure he'll have other uses. It's always best to keep your options open. )

If you can't find me once you're done, ask at any of the pleasure houses. I make sure they know where to locate me in case there are issues.

[There's a soft chuckle as Jacob gets up from his seat, preparing to head out.]

My dear Wen, if I couldn't find you, I'd be a bloody useless spy.

[And with that, he's heading out the door.

It's three days later when he returns, the rain having soaked through the cloak wound about his shoulders removed and discarded on the back of a chair before he moves towards the bar. He carries a small amphora and a satisfied look as he settles in a seat not far from where they'd sat before. He makes himself comfortable as the barman comes over, and rather than order a drink, Jacob gives the man a coin, and a message:]

Tell Wen Kexing I brought him a beer.

( The summons is delivered quickly, but Wen Kexing still leaves Jacob waiting a handful of minutes before he comes down from the office and swans on over. He's changed outfits by now, robes finer, blue with a red over cloak, and the smile on his face is easy and sly. In one hand he carries his fan, in the other two cups, and he places them on the table with a hum, taking the seat opposite. )

Hello again, Master Frye.

( He slides a cup over, arching one eyebrow as he flicks open the fan to lazily waft it. )

I hear you brought me a treat.

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not me frantically googling if ancient china had beer?? wiki says no so we're going with that

Hahaha that's the run with playing historical characters!

i'm learning so many new things.

And isn't it fun?

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