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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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[ His threat is more like what Five is used to, and the glint in his eye is challenging him to try it. There's something so simple in those quick to anger, himself not included, that makes them perfectly predictable.

Surprisingly he agrees to his request, for whatever words are worth. Instead wasting his time on a question he must have figured out when the body went missing the next time he went to the alley. ]

I had to run on home. We had a fire. [ Not a lie. ] Nothing you need to worry about, it's finished by now.

A fire. In the undead camp or somewhere you're staying in the city?

[Jacob says, crossing his arms over his chest. He feels like he's being lied to again, and it's getting on his nerves. They're all meant to be on the same side, aren't they? Saving the world and getting home or something and yet he gets the feeling here that they're distinctly not.

It's incredibly frustrating, because they both know the shortarse is lying. Jacob just doesn't know to what end. ]

[ There’s really only a two reasons he’d be insisting to know where he went, and it has nothing to do with teamwork. Five handled the situation just fine. ]

If you were hoping to find the body, it’s long gone. [ He’ll let him to make his own conclusions how. ] I told you, I didn’t want to make a scene.

I’ve been picking up slack. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the undead have some obvious strikes against them. Not everyone is up to the task.

[ Jacob lets out a slow, even breath, trying to release the tension and the anger along with it. The little ferret in front of him deserved a clip around the ear, there's no doubt about that. But that's hardly going to help get them any further. ]

They should probably behave better then, shouldn't they?

[He looks back at the monsterous hound, and then to the alley.]

You're hoping it can track the creature, right? We might as well get on with it.

[ Five glances to the hound, who still seems to be waiting for his command. Which is just as odd for him. Setting him up with living arrangements is one thing, but he's done nothing to inspire that kind of loyalty.

Jacob on the other hand, is simply following the only lead he has. Five could easily blink away, still take care of the girl, then resume his search. Or he could deal with this problem before it gets bigger. ]

Killing is off the table.

Why?

[ It's a term he doesn't want to agree to without good reason and he doesn't see anything wrong in asking for that good reason.

Of course, he doesn't think he's going to get it. Whether its just to be a little shit or because he thinks he genuinely needs to keep the secret, he'd eat his hat if Five told him. ]

[ Not that agreeing not to kill it means much. Five could stop him, if worse comes to worse, but that might have ramifications he'd rather not deal with.

The hound moves to his side. Five can feel its breath and the heat it radiates, though he keeps his eyes trained on Jacob. ]

Because people will notice, and then we risk losing an opportunity we can't afford to. [ If that's not good enough, he'll give him something to think about. ] It's my job to identify traitors. You can see what kind of position that puts me in.

[Jacob listens, holding Five's gaze. The dog moves, and Jacob's aware enough of the beast to move if it lunges, but he doesn't think it, nor its master, is going to. Which gives him the chance, albeit short, to mull over those words. He doesn't like the fact it makes sense, but it does make sense.]

Alright, we find it, we catch it- is that what you're proposing?

[ The logic seems to resonate with him enough that Five doesn't immediately reject his offer to help. If he's calling it that. He might be able to teleport, but he can't be everywhere at once, and Alir... needs to be watched.

He shakes his head. ]

We observe. Distract, as needed. [ The he looks to side, back where that girl ran off. Surely he gets it now. ] Keep things quiet.

Which is why I would have rather taken care of that loose end. Children tend to exaggerate.

We don't kill or hurt innocent people.

[Or rather Jacob won't. Not kids.]

I think you know as well as I do that they exaggerate, but a busy parent with other mouths to feed, who sees a child come home without a scratch? Is more likely to dismiss tall tales.

[ Five looks at least somewhat uncomfortable that he assumes he'd kill a kid. Because... well, people are people, and it was for a much bigger cause. That doesn't mean he liked it.

He hadn't intended it to get that far with the girl, but he doesn't correct him when it works in his favor. Counting on the kid to be dismissed might work this time, as long as the rumors don't start piling up. ]

Alright. You resist playing hero and slaying the beast, I leave the kid be.

[ Rumour can be a very powerful tool. Obviously dangerous, so easily spread, they should really spread some of their own. But Jacob won't have that thought till later. ]

You better.

You think the... dog can follow the scent the monster left behind?

[ This time the smile is more of a smirk. 'You better.' That was actually funny. He jerks his head at the hound. ]

You heard him. Let's see what you can do.

[ The demon seems perfectly capable of understanding him. It sniffs the air, then starts off down the alley, and Five shrugs at Jacob and starts to follow. ]

You realize that in the time we spent talking about it, he could have fed again.

Then you should have been upfront sooner, shouldn't you?

[Jacob isn't going to be guilt-tripped, not when the other has been threatening the life of a child. As far as he's concerned, he's following the Creed. Even if that does require him to pick up strange allies.

And as they walk, Jacob's going to ask questions.]

How often is it feeding? Whenever it gets the chance, or is there some sort of cycle to it?

[ Five only scoffs at his criticism. He could have blinked away the moment he saw him, but he stayed to have a full conversation with him. Nobody appreciates his efforts.

He starts to pay more attention to their surroundings as he follows the hound, who doesn't seem to be moving particularly quickly. But he is moving, so it must have caught onto something. ]

I don't know. Whenever it's hungry, I'd imagine. How many times do you eat in a day?

[ No they don't, poor sweet Five just doing his level best. Ignore the retching sounds from Jacob.]

I'd probably eat less if I ate what it does. Or haggis. I'd eat a lot less if I ate haggis.

[ The dark really has settled now the streets are far less busy with people hurrying home orbecause this is Ephes, hurrying to their evenings entertainment.

Jacob only hopes that means the creature won't find as much to eat but in reality, it might just have to go to certain areas of town to find it.]

[ Five glances back at the random useless comment. Jacob needs to stop reminding him of his idiot siblings. He's sure he just misses them. It's been... a while, since it was more than just him and Allison.

The stroll is leisurely now that the market has quieted. He'll have to make sure they don't start heading back to the senate. ]

Well, we don't always get to choose what we eat. Maybe he's like a vampire, and hearts are the only thing he can digest.

[ Leisurely yes. But that means its easier to pay attention to the dogs behaviour, the buildings around them, the route they've taken. Jacob's been doing his best to build up a map of Ephes in his head, like he had with London. He's pretty sure theyre vaguely heading toward the political heart of the city.

...they really need to stop talking about hearts.]

Should we introduce them to a good butcher?

[ What else is there to talk about? Five isn't exactly known for his amazing skill with small talk. Even if he could tell some good stories if he cared to. ]

If you want the butcher to end up like that sap in the alley. [ He frowns as they round another corner and start leaving the market. ] It might not be as big of a deal as we're making it out to be. Assassinations are common enough.

I'm trying to problem solve. But if you're saying this thing will only eat what it's hunted, it might be signing its own death warrant.

[ The mention of assassinations makes Jacob scoff. ]

You don't have to tell me mate.

[ Of course he realises that Five probably means paid killings, not the work Jacob does, but then he realises Five doesn't know about any of that.

And for some reason the young man makes him think of Templars, so he decides not to elaborate. ]

It just has to learn to be smarter. Like not doing it in the middle of the day.

[ As if the main problem here isn't the killing, but the sloppy method. Although from that last comment, that might resonate with Jacob. ]

And what were you up to before you started fixating on our poor starving friend here?

I wonder if it can learn. Somethings can't- don't have the capacity.

[Not that it seems to matter. Whether it feeds in the night or daylight, it's still feeding on people. Tearing them apart, feasting on flesh. It's a horrific way for a life to end, and Jacob's seen some pretty nasty ways to go.]

Directly before, or in general?

You can train just about anything.

[ He happens to know that Alir is intelligent enough to pass for a senator, but he hasn't decided if he's going to share that much. Something he'll soon have to make his mind about with the direction the hound is moving.

He considers his question as they walk. He'd been asking to see how the vigilante gig translated here, or if he was just spinning his wheels before Five came along, but now that he mentions it. There was a time he was taking notes, looking for patterns among newcomers. Maybe he should pick that hobby back up. ]

I got a general idea of what you do, but if you remember the details, feel free to share.

[ They'll agree to disagree on that. Maybe there's been some advancement between Jacob's time and Five's, or they're from utterly different places with completely different creatures. Who knows? Who cares? Jacob just isn't going to waste his breath arguing.

Instead he focuses on the clarification, rolling his eyes as Five says he has a pretty good idea of what Jacob does. He's probably got some smart-arsed quip lined up for when Jacob questions that.

So he doesn't give him the satisfaction.]

I run a gang. I'm sure a smart bastard like you can fill in the blanks there.

[ Five is one who is much more comfortable with insults than small talk, and there’s an amused tug at the corner of his mouth when he slips a ‘bastard’ in. ]

You run it? [ That may seem like the perfect opportunity for a quip, but he’s momentarily curious. ] I didn’t peg you for something so organized. Is that what you were going for here?

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