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Entry tags:
- arc vii,
- asoiaf: daenerys targaryen,
- assassin's creed: jacob frye,
- ephes,
- game of thrones: jon snow,
- kingdom of the wicked: emilia,
- last case of benedict fox: benedict fox,
- legend of fei: xie yun,
- lockwood & co: anthony lockwood,
- mcu: america chavez,
- mcu: kamala khan,
- oh! my emperor: beitang moran,
- penny dreadful: vanessa ives,
- star wars: cal kestis,
- star wars: merrin,
- tian guan ci fu: xie lian,
- umbrella academy: five,
- untamed: lan sizhui,
- untamed: wen ning,
- warcraft: anduin wrynn,
- warcraft: wrathion,
- warframe: kahl 175,
- wheel of time: lan mandragoran,
- word of honor: wen kexing
the chainings
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
THE LITTLE DEATH, open.
So are theirs.
Mid-battle, the excitement, fear, and adrenaline are thus that she can feel the arena tremble under her feet. A vicious body slam has sent her to the ground, but lest one grow concerned — her reaction is to grin, the grin itself near feral. She likes the challenge, likes the way that it stirs her blood.
The beast moves to strike toward one of the spectators, believing its enemy downed. Emilia lets it get just close enough before one of her vines wraps around it like a thorny whip. She yanks the creature back to her with a strength that leaves a crater on the ground where it becomes prone.
Should she recognise anyone within the group, she'll give them a subtle wink as she lunges back into the fight. Feel free to find her before or after the fight. Request her presence if you've enough coin to spare.
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This means that while he may be keeping to his role, ensuring the interests of his patron, he is not involved in any political machinations beyond that - certainly not with a new Undead among their midst.
Instead he goes to witness his wife in the arena whenever he has the opportunity - seeing her fury, her violence, her power on display is indescribably pleasing, attractive. It ignites his desire like a wildfire razing through a forest. He spends the gold to be certain she will be brought to his residence, grateful for the power that his position affords him. There is a charged nature to him as he waits for her like for once it's him that carries fire instead of ice.
A servant announces her arrival, "The Little Death is here, sir," before ducking out of the way and giving the space to Emilia to enter.
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How it stirs in her still, a beast almost sated.
She kisses Samael with this contentment, and not without its bite, just barely waiting for the door to close. Privacy is now theirs, for all that she is heedless to anyone else, attention shrinking to this one moment.
This one person.
"Your accommodations are always nicer," she murmurs, teeth skating over the bottom of his lip. She might start to take this personally.
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She kisses him, and he is there to meet her - certain, mouth parted, welcoming her teeth. His arms wrap around the low of her waist as he pulls her in against his body to kiss her more deeply. He whispers a question back against her lips while leading her further into the building:
"Are you truly complaining? If neither of us received accommodations, we would have to truly improvise this."
He leans in again to devour, capturing her mouth with his own. In Alem, they had the same accommodations, and well. no time at all to steal away.
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Now, once again, he is free to come and go as he pleases, fattening their coffer with gold. Oh, but she saw the glint in his eyes earlier this evening, when she unleashed some of her fury and left nothing but a tattered corpse in the arena. She sees it now in his hunger, hunger for her and her violence.
He longed to trade places with her, for a change.
It's with this knowledge that Emilia arches her body to him like an offering, her kiss growing teeth in how it bites. When she unsheathes the knife from where it sits in his holster, it isn't to set it aside, but to bring it with them as she yanks him forward the rest of the way.
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She yanks, and he follows, hauling her upward within his strong arms, shutting the door to the bedroom behind the both of them.
He told her before he does enjoy knife-play, and he looks forward to showing her how, why, but with her hand on the hilt this time, choosing where she cuts with it until every last article of his clothing has been removed. She might nick him and spill the ichor from his veins. He hopes she does.
On his turn with the knife, he will do the same to her - free her of her dirtied and bloodied clothing and then ravish her, every inch of her. Devour her. Gods, he aches to do so, and he will have her as she does him.
They lose themselves like this for hours before they're satiated, and then he runs a bath for her - scents that she loves, candles burning, the warmth of the water to wash away the blood and dirt so he might tend to her wounds.
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Tonight seems like just the night to indulge in it a bit.
With the flick of her hand, the water grows warmer. Warmer still.
Once it steams just enough, she lowers down into the wooden bathtub with a sigh. Wrath replaced her battle aches with a different kind of soreness, the kind she doesn't mind in the least. But it feels good, nonetheless, to soothe her muscles in this way, to watch him from the rim of the tub.
"Will you be joining me?"
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There's a hint of a wicked smile on his mouth, but his expression is ultimately loving, adoring. The gold of his eyes is bright with a warmth that is only hers.
"Is that an invitation?"
He is rather... large so it will be a snug fit, but there's more than enough room for them both.
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For now.
"Eventually," she acknowledges, a pleased playing on her lips. She likes him this way; it reminds her of the first time he tended to her so similarly. How surprised she'd been by his gentleness, the kind he's only ever shown to her. "I like you just where you are at the moment."
She sounds languid, content. Like the brutality of that fight has soothed her bloodthirst.
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There is a hint of something else in his eyes though like he can sense her temptation to yank him in with her, and given what he is, he likely can.
"Mm," he says in a low voice as he finds more dirt along her clavicle to remove with a gentle hand. "I enjoy it as well." He dips the cloth into the water once more, sliding it over the length of her arm now. Then he grows quieter. They have been building to this for some time, and there is a different type of tension with it all being so close: the breaking of the curse. "While you have had to spend your time dazzling the audiences at the coliseum with your beautifully violent display, my position has given me the chance to track down the last of what we need. I do not have it yet." But soon is implied.
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Dangerous as it is to hope.
"Truly?"
They began their journey in Akhuras in enmity, mostly on her side. But ever since she learned the full weight of the truth, they've worked alongside each other tirelessly to achieve this one objective. That it could be so close within reach almost leaves her breathless. "Can I help you? Can it be tracked down before the next full moon?"
After the ritual with Five, they learned just how powerful that moonstone is. How it may aid them.
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Wrath has had to curb his own hope time and again through this process. He would think he found one solution or one path to the solution but meet with countless dead ends. However, he has learned the value of hope. He has seen his wife come to remember who she is, what she lost. He has begun to truly believe they can break their curse here.
His fingertips linger at her shoulders with a smile even through her surprise, her hope. He does enjoy being able to bring his wife good news.
"Yes, I believe we can have it before the full moon, and I would want you with me." They will find a way to get her out of the gladiator duties for a few days so they can fetch the final part they need. He studies her expression in the quiet of the warm bath with his hands gently moving across her. "When the next full moon comes, we... may finally be free."
There is still a chance it may not work. He does not want to speak with certainty when they cannot be certain, but they have done such careful research and planning. He does believe it is a true possibility.
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It exists, in spite of the fire that shapes her. The violence.
She doesn't doubt he'll find a way to relieve her of her duties for the time needed. She doesn't doubt they'll hunt down the last of the items. But lingering concerns gnaw at the back of her mind, and demon of strategy that he is, she knows they must gnaw at him, too. "Here, in Akhuras."
They'll be free here, for as long as they remain. The beacon never lets them bring anything with. Will they find their way back home only to also find themselves cursed once more?
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His expression shifts helplessly. His wife is wise. Both of them would have to be aware in the back of their mind of this possibility. His lips linger at the heel of her hand still where he nods.
"In Akhuras." His expression grows darker. "...it is unlikely we will return with that same freedom to our own world, but it is not impossible."
And it will be worth it to be free here at least - free for as long as they can have it. Wrath hates how they have been caged for matters that they had little involvement in. Pride remains in his own kingdom without such a time limit on his curse. His wife chose to forget and live a life as a mortal. And Wrath was punished for respecting his brother and his wife's choices to marry to begin with while Emilia received punishment for falling in love with him.
He'll take what freedom they can wrench from this world and then attempt to free them in their own as well.