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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2023-11-01 05:35 pm

the channeling



THE CHANNELING







WEALTH WHISPERS

Assignment: the Merchant fears that Matthias, alleged father of the undead Brotherhood, might be the ‘merchant’ who was due to receive dark water-infused grains by sea from the Hand. Chasing information, the Merchant routes party members towards the docks-side underworld district of Tibras, in the outskirts of Ephes. The Hand keeps grain warehouses nearby.

In Tibras, short and decayed houses are like parasitic growths toppling each other, plaster peels falling into rivulets of bloodshed. Tension thrives. Petrified, natives overwhelmingly number beggars, pleasure workers, crude bounty hunters and thieves, who look to cut throats or purse strings. Occasional bodies drift by the docks.

■ Just outside of Tibras is the abode of the merchants’ syndicate — a ring of warehouses, private clubs and houses of currency. Merchants here are protected via steep fees and travel freely. Inside the syndicate house, doorways are barred by inextinguishable living fire — which you can cross unharmed, if you rearrange the runes marked N, W, S, E on a nearby wall in a cardinal-point formation. You can also pretend to be a servant, a merchant or quality inspector to get to the Hand warehouses. Ask a clue.

Alternatively, the Merchant forewarns that a notable guest will join the syndicate for three nights: Captain Maximilian Hawk of the Dawn’s Reach Trade Company, which deals in magical artefacts. Hold him at knifepoint, seduce him, do your worst for knowledge!

■ By the entrance to Tibras is the shop of Apollonius, noted collector of supernatural artefacts and information broker. Crafty and sly, he will cooperate, in exchange for a pair of ‘eyes’ from the ghost Tykhe, who haunts the nearby anonymous burial grounds. Come midnight, Tykhe’s spirit — whose sight was gouged — appears and picks out and bewitches a pair of marbles, buttons or stones to act as her ‘eyes.’ With them in hand, she searches the graveyard for her dead sister, Cassandra. You can steal the orbs, or she’ll give them freely, if you escort her from tomb to tomb to reunite with the mute ghost of Cassandra. Return to Apollonius.

■ Deeper within Tibras is a gambling nest of sailors who were cursed by a scorned sea witch to assume the appearance of sea creatures. Led by the giant octopus Crassus, they charge protection fees from commercial merchant ships and even intimidate pirates, gleaning information from sailors and recovering drowned bodies. This illustrious group adores games of chance — as long as you can cover your losses.

You can decide or RNG how many tries it takes for your character to win — submit a finished thread to get a question! The higher the stakes, the better the information.

a scantly informed junior goldfish throws dice. Lose, and you must share a highly embarrassing secret.

a moderately informed catfish, offering Baccarat. Lose, and he steals your good luck for 24 hours.

a composed, well-informed whale plays roulette. Lose, and you must share one of your most precious memories.

a highly-knowledgeable shark, Aurelius Longus, plays a mean hand of poker. Lose, and he asks blood or a pledge to save his life one day.




THE FLOORS

Senate leader Caius Justus exits his seclusion, ending weeks of prayer to convey the message of Ephes’ divine patron, the Chained God of chaos. And he says in a public speech:

Friends, Ephesians, countrymen…
Friends, Ephesians, countrymen, lend me your ears. I come to speak for the Chained Father, not to praise him. The victory men reap lives after them; but cowardice is often buried with their bones. So let it be with Ephes. The noble Senate tells you, the Chained Father wishes only Ephes’ destruction. If it were so, it is a grievous fault, and grievously has the Father answered for it. Here, under leave of Messalina and the Senate – for Messalina is an honourable speaker; so they are all, all honourable speakers – come I to speak of the Chained Father’s wishes. He was my maker, faithful and just to us: but Messalina says, turn away from him. And Messalina is an honourable speaker. He has brought many territories under the heel of Ephes. In his name did the Hand rise: did this in the Chained Father seem unworthy? When now you weep asking empire, the Chained Father answers: tells you to be made of sterner stuff. Yet Messalina says the Father is unworthy. And Messalina is an honourable speaker. You all did see that I withdrew to his temple, where he spoke to me: Ephes, seize your path alone — was that unworthy? Yet Messalina says to turn away from him. And sure, Messalina is an honourable speak. I speak not to disprove what Messalina spoke, but here I am to speak what I do know: you are all children of Chaos, not without cause. What cause withholds you, then, to use the Hand yourselves? O, ambition! You have fled to brutish citadels. And men have lost their courage. Bear with me: my heart is in the temple, there with the Chained God, and I must pause and beg the Senate to vote against Messalina, til it comes back to me.


Returning to public life, Caius Justus advises the Senate to refuse Messalina’s proposal, but defers to a vote. Citing recent civil unrest, he imposes citadel-wide 10 p.m. curfews, bans congregations of more than eight people in the streets and sends the Hand to confiscate any visible weapons and to quiet or pre-empt unrest. Hand members — forced to present in large numbers — appear erratic, prone to violent outbursts and to taking out their anger on civilians. Hand leader Narula is excessively smug.

Newscasters are careful with their words, speeches decrying Messalina abound, and senators are‘escorted’ by Hand delegations, also for their protection. Caius Justus announces he will run again for Senate leadership — to begrudged murmurs among Senators, given his previous pledge to retire.

Assignment: lure Senators toward the position that the party supports. After Caius Justus’ return:

■ 51 Senators back Caius Justus to refuse Messalina’s proposal.

■ Maximus Faustus convinces 53 Senators to accept Messalina’s proposal

■ Caelius Silvanus persuades 47 Senators to vote to postpone a decision on Messalina’s proposal for another season.


Following the party’s previous interventions, Senators are open to considering Messalina’s cause. Many are skittish, fearing their careers or lives will end with disobeying Caius Justus. Optionally, party members previously assigned a political role might receive threats from Caius Justus’ supporters.

■ Persuade, bribe, threaten or blackmail a minor Senator to switch votes. Perhaps you can offer coin or rally supporters in the marketplace for their next election, or heal their donkey or get rid of that pesky boy mooning after their daughter. Or maybe prove their corruption streak, or place a polite knife at their throats. Hold the whole Senate floor hostage, if you want, of blockade Senators from entering the Senate on voting day!

Ask for a RNGed Senator if you want or submit threads of swaying votes. A final tally will be taken on 19 November



INCENSE

Priests of the Chained God whisper that the god shows signs of awakening to trigger an apocalypse. Chained and warded twelve times to prevent the end of the world, the Chained God allegedly rests in the Halls of the Sleeper, in the underground belly of his main temple in Ephes. Above ground, the temple is silent, rife with milling priests, hummed prayers and cloying hallucinogenic incense that encourages lethargy. Access is unrestricted, but monitored.

To progress downstairs, you may need to convince guards that you are one of the groups of ferociously devout pilgrim worshippers, or a priest. Below, you feel overcome by creeping, paralysing dread.

■ You are haunted by sinister, saccharine voices murmuring intrusive thoughts only you hear, diminishing your worth and paranoically asking if your companion means you harm. You are more irritable and prone to violence.

■ The halls increasingly resemble narrow subterranean corridors with limited and overheated air reserves. You reach locked stone gates, covered in loose chains and crudely carved with the inscription, the Sleeper awakes. Instructions state the Chained God demands sacrifice and proof of chaos.

■ To enter the Sleeper’s Hall, instructions say, you must commit an act of betrayal, by: drawing your companion’s blood and smearing it over the inscription (lean into the corruption!), which prevents them from entering the halls with you; or chaining them to the door with the gate shackles, condemning them to watch as you enter; or pushing your companion away, verbally eviscerating or attacking them until they flee. With player approval, your character could get a sense of what theirs is emotionally or physically vulnerable to, then exploit it. Acts of betrayal cannot be faked.

■ The Sleeper’s Hall is narrow, nearly spherical and lit by thin rivers of flowing magma that cross cracked floors. Amid swelter, you hear the periodic gulps and quakes of stone trembling around you. The supernaturally sensitive feel the presence of great, if constrained power.

■ The black water previously associated with the undead also gushes from rifts in the ground. It has a cold, sinister aura.

Search the room for clues — and leave urgently, before corruption consumes you.

■ Towards the middle of the room is a large, nebulously shaped creature, fully fettered and covered in magical wards, chains and blood-painted runes. Anyone in the Chained God’s presence may feel overcome by emotional or physical agony, claustrophobia and bloodlust — but the divinity only speaks with the RNG winner.




NOTES:

■ Some players have asked about potentially stabbing ousting Caius Justus and Narula in a coup — everyone can plot and participate in that, and a plotting post will go up on 16 November.

NPC inbox, if you need anyone!

QUESTIONS

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[personal profile] reparo 2023-11-08 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Otter. [Get it right. And she has caught her breath, so now joins him in the search - only to pause and give him a Look.] I wasn't aware you come at a price.
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[personal profile] nothinglikefather 2023-11-08 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Can she see the shit-eating grin? He's trying to hide it, although not to any great extent, as he discards pieces of useless paper.] Really? Looked like a weasel to me.

[He hums, as if this was evident.]

You picked me up on the street for a night of fun and didn't realise I'd charge you? This is Ephes.
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[personal profile] blackscales 2023-11-08 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Typical Chained God Activity is a very funny reaction.

If Wrathion attacked someone would they still mostly be going for calming him down/restraining him or would there be Other Consequences (TM)?

I just think it would be funny for Anduin to come back and Wrathion is causing a fight in a temple (at least an on-theme temple??)
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[personal profile] cartographie 2023-11-08 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Nami is helping America make that map of Old Ephes for the Hand, so that's pretty much all the world tea she's got. So maybe anything about that?
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[personal profile] blackscales 2023-11-08 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
AND HERE I WAS WORRIED HE'D NEED HELP ESCAPING

Instead, More Violence
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[personal profile] blackscales 2023-11-08 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Noted!

I assume the line is 'as long as he doesn't KILL anyone the violence is embraced'?
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[personal profile] blackscales 2023-11-08 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
LISTEN, SOMETIMES ITS STILL BAD TO KILL THE HOLY PEOPLE ETC

Anyway if it's 'fine', I'm absolutely gonna at minimum fuck up some people in this temple

Just so Anduin Wrynn has to walk back out and witness this chaos after being gone five minutes
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[personal profile] reparo 2023-11-08 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She cannot see the shit-eating grin, so she immediately hisses with a correction: ] Weasels don't swim - [ And now she can see the grin, and rolls her eyes. ] You know what? Beside the point.

[ More papers get picked up, skimmed over, and then set back down, even as the innuendo of his words sinks in. So too does the blush on her cheeks. ]

You're a very dishonest prostitute, you should've told me about your price upfront.
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[personal profile] cartographie 2023-11-08 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh fun! Thanks mod!
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[personal profile] aprescoup 2023-11-08 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)


( He does not hide himself, the booming power that ripples through him and beats the walls of the claustrophobic quarter. He is, in all things, a god: all those who present before him must bow their heads or accept his majesty. )

That one. That, there. What... will it take?

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[personal profile] aprescoup 2023-11-08 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)


( Can't. But then, he's a stubborn little thing and still somehow skittish, at once seemingly irritated by aspects of America's answers and fearful of her, of her physical presence.

He clutches his fox mask with both hands, as if dreading it might be peeled away. It isn't. )


Like my umbrella. Clara will know. So just ask her.

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[personal profile] nothinglikefather 2023-11-08 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
They don't? Didn't know that. You're a font of knowledge. Not sure if it's useful knowledge, at least in this instance.

[ It's a lovely shade of rose. Even if he's going to pretend he didn't notice her doing that. ]

If I'm honest, I'm dishonest most of the time. But how about you pay me in peanuts.
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[personal profile] downswing 2023-11-08 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)


( He is, and so one mystery unfolds with unforeseen delicacy. The man yet walks the world beside her, and that too is a gift, for a man long orphaned. Blood is not bond, but it helps, how it helps.

The game proceeds: red again. For blood or anger or the simple human affinity for colour in the face of the abyss. Red is promise, is marriage. A new year, finely clad. He nods his understanding, coughing once to signal solidarity with her when the wheel seems to want to pry whether she won't choose a number as well —

And holds his breath, burning. Searing.

The ball rolls —

And bounces and dashes along and stills, finally, irrevocably, on — )


...eighteen. ( All eyes turn to the whale. )

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[personal profile] downswing 2023-11-08 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)


( A — star. Of power, of energy, of sorcery.

He suspects — a transport facility, not unlike that of the beacon. Crackling, devouring energies, and the ability to leave... 'a lot of space between us and them.'

His eyes slant, curious, assessing. More and more, the magic of the people around him both bruises and entertains him. He is curious, intrinsically — and wary and knowing. )


So be it. ( And, tentatively, he walks in. )

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coin flip knows where it's at! trust the process!

[personal profile] downswing 2023-11-08 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)


( ...friend, and blessed be the night that shrouds him and the flinch that absorbs his body, whole. How he turns, sharply, to stare, only to surrender the better part of his indignation and trade it in for care, when Tykhe crawls and creeps forward, trail of her translucent rags behind her.

She stills before the anonymous grave, coming to kneel, and perhaps Lan Wangji's arrogance shows here in his hope — only, she shrieks all at once, howl miserable, hands clawing the nameplate and leaving behind the cleaving of scratches, for all she now absents fair fingertips.

He intercedes to collect her, to peel her away — and fails, when she nearly slaps him down with waves of wind and current, and he breaks his fall on his hand, sunken near Jacob's feet. Before his friend may interject, he murmurs: )


...leave her to mourn a moment. She will recover.

( Quite possibly, Lan Wangji needs this moment to right himself to his feet, also. )

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[personal profile] downswing 2023-11-08 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)


It is the duty of example. ( His eternal soul, damned. Fool, we do not walk hell's mouth, fire does not breathe upon us. For all heat emanates like claws and lashing, as they traverse the long, greedy stretch of the corridors.

And under, when the underworld's maws open. And under, still.

Flicked extension of his body is the silent call to move, the animal quality of the chase. He hears no steps, yet feels pursued. At his side, Mo Ran, more thorn than man, is at once a rope of safe travel and a noose. )


How may we free your soul, young master? ( This commodity, so readily exchanged, perhaps at a fraction of its going rate. )

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