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THE CHANNELING

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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.

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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

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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.

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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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time to be a wingman

( Licyn nudged his companion, tipping his head in the direction of a certain Captain Maximilian Hawk. What lovely memories he has, of the Dawn's Reach Company, and not a lick of them on his face as he smiles and winks. )

What are your thoughts on pillow talk, love?

time to sway some senators

On second thought, ( Licyn says, adjusting his toga with what he hopes is a rakish grin, and what rather is, only he's feeling like he's been dropped back into hot water and no one bothered checking if he could swim ) maybe it was a touch ambitious to propose attending a... what is this called?

( he gestures to the courtyard and garden around them, the gathering at the cusp of dusk where they're meant to intercept and prevent some minor senator's daughter from making free with some other minor senator's daughter. It's tedious, but in no sense does he want anything he's heard of the Hand or its head to be leading the politics around here. Why not sway a vote in Messalina's favour? Slow down the dead in whatever way works for long enough they can get out the Gateway and let the Storms take what remains?

Pardon him. He's displeased at finding himself here again, only he doesn't remember leaving, and the span of missing time is deeply unsettling now that he's not attempting to get laid in the mercantile parts of town. )

A garden party?

( ooc: i'm happy for wildcards in, or being asked for a wildcard! if you want me to write one for us, just comment with "wildcard" in subject line and leave the comment blank, and i'll invent a scenario for us. feel free to leave suggestions in comment if you want! )

Generally don't even try it.

( because he sucks at it now. in the past, it might have been a different story but now. he shakes his head and shrugs. )

What's the point of it? Gets in the way of the action, doesn't it?

( Licyn quirks up a brow, then laughs, his grin easy and the humour unfettered. )

What, you manage rounds back to back using your assets or your creativity? Pillow talk is for the afterglow, or are you one of the hard sleepers? I bet you're a hard sleeper.

( He continues to watch his, their, target out of the corner of an eye. )

Who am I going to pillow talk with?

( is that maybe giving too much way about his personal life? perhaps. does he care? no. )

I sleep alone. I don't want to talk to myself.

Are you asking, love? I'm an enthused yes.

( His smile, and the wink that goes with it, are as outrageously flirtatious as they are entirely genuine. Get a werewolf to wag his tail for the opportunity to please, apparently. )

Promise I'm good for sweet nothings and little else, but I can listen as easily as the next one.

( Or like the captain, perhaps. Who knows? It's his intent to find out, at some point, if he's not already distracted, because he is. Unhelpfully. )

Are you asking me to practice my pillow talk on you?

( well, that makes him laugh at least because it's ballsy. )

Wouldn't want to bore you and you would be bored.

Love, everything that comes before then is anything but boring.

( he grins, giving bucky a lazy wink. )

You know where to find me. In the meantime... make a show of turning me down?

( which is when Licyn leans... up? and in for a kiss he doesn't intend to land, but doesn't much mind if he does, because the easiest way to make a tale ring true is to make it true enough it is. )

( bucky barely knows what's happening right now but he has to give it to licyn: he's bold as hell. and that's something that bucky can appreciate.

still, he does twist away from that kiss but he does it with a laugh. )

Anyone ever tell you that you've got massive balls?

( he laughs, waving his fingers at bucky even as he's turning away to redirect toward his captain of a target: )

Only when they're feeling honest.

( but it's exactly what he needed, the sigh he carries with him before he strikes up a flirtation with the captain, about warm beds and cold nights and the utter lack of concern of anything beyond the moment, beyond having fun. and how sad it is, in the end, to find so few willing for more than the dregs at the bottom of their mugs and bottles. far too little distraction, he says, don't you agree?

at whatever point it turns from licyn seeking to move away again, and the eventual turning back, when samuel at least looks more inclined to take offer from the man who acts like a laid back, licentious hound, and oh, but aren't there places to go? times to be had?

words to be muttered and whispered after whatever play the captain can tolerate, and those carried back after, when he does, eventually, track bucky down again, cleaned up but not bathed, and looking like a man well laid. or laying well. really much the same thing to him in the end. )

( ooc: i submitted out thread here, feel free to leave a question from bucky there, we can even go maybe they talked about it beforehand in a handwave. bank on someone's pillow talk skills!!! )

Edited (see ooc note for info) 2023-11-14 04:29 (UTC)

Had fun?

( bucky sounds amused at least. this wasn't his preferred way of going about things but hey, he can get behind it. )

Love 'em and leave 'em, huh?

He wasn't much of a cuddler. Chatty, though!

( Said with a cheerful sort of grin. He looks both pleased with himself and generally amused, though he sweeps his hand forward to invite them both into an ambling walk away. )

Which is, to point, related to that lightning-struck horror-show of a greedy company I've been dealing with since we first dealt with the captain currently snoring upstairs. The Dawn's Reach Trading Company. They sent him here to retrieve a body part. That hand I heard about?

( The questioning look is meant for Bucky to perhaps fill him in on anything he knows; Licyn is... fairly new again, and that episode of time wasn't high on his radar. )

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traumatology - 2023-11-18 12:56 (UTC) - Expand

[ If he's feeling self-conscious about his attendance, Five looks far more out of place at the gathering. He's a well known face at this point, welcome at these types of events, but he's still not the quickest to charm favors and he's easily the youngest-looking person there. He tends to turn heads. Luckily they've moved beyond subtlety, considering he had to shoo away the hellhound that dutifully trailed him to the door when he's let in.

Then he sees the man in the toga and he immediately forgets the senator he was targeting. He grabs a drink on his way over, beelining his way until he's directly behind him, just in time to catch his commentary. Five was positive Licyn disappeared through the last beacon. Now he's impressed that he managed to keep such a low profile, especially considering... it's Licyn. ]

I'm surprised it took you this long to get an invitation.

( Licyn's smile is knife sharp, then equally easy and smooth as butter. He's not a tall man, so they're of a similar eye level. Has the young man grown? Licyn muses it's likely. Youths of his physical age do have that habit when decently fed.

Poorly fed, they tend to stunt more. Perhaps. )

I avoid politics like politicians avoid publicly staining themselves in feces, like any smart person should.

( That said, he unceremoniously hooks a finger around Five's drink and brings it closer to sip before letting go. Please, let him searing well find his own source of that soon. )

Besides, the garden tending I prefer requires fewer people, and fewer clothes.

[ For several seconds Five perplexedly scowls at him after he takes an unsolicited sip out of his drink. They'd been on fairly good terms when he disappeared, but that was too familiar.

After a pointed bit of silence, he carries on like it didn't happen. ]

Which begs the question what you're doing here, Licyn. I'm sure they've got better establishments for you. [ He doesn't believe that's all he's interested in, but he also doesn't understand why anyone would seduce someone without an ulterior motive. ] Did you miss us that much?

( he grins, slow and lazy, eyes flicking past Five toward a group of younger men and women. )

Missed something. Months of time, so it seems.

( the brief darkening of his expression, the loss of his grin for a grimace. he doesn't understand it, but that had been true: gone, probably, because everyone tells him he was, and then here. no memory of time between. )

Either way, love, I'm here for sport, on the request of those involved in politics. Did you know the young woman is a jealous lover, and her fiancee persuadable?

( he seems far too relaxed in his toga, and now with his glazed clay cup in hand snatched from a serving tray passing by. none of them are planned to survive the night. such is the way of excess. )

Roaming eyes. Easy to spot those ones, if you know what to look for.

[ Five watches him carefully, at the expression he doesn't recognize from him. Licyn wouldn't be the first to return with no memory of leaving. If he even did. As long as he's been here, there's been nothing consistent. The people who left may be living some lives that aren't there's, or they could be dead just as soon as they may have found a way back.

Of course he moves past it without dwelling on it. Either it's difficult for him to recall or he doesn't want Five to know. ]

On the request? [ He raises an eyebrow. ] Did they assign you to debauchery, or was that your idea?

( He smiles, crooked and amused. )

The request is more to see them part ways. The debauchery is simpler when there's willing participants.

( A sideways glance, taking a sip of his own wine. )

Only tell me, is it more worthwhile to destabilise one who supports that mess of an undead leader camped outside the city, or to remove one from the camp of those who stand behind the man with the assassinating Hand?

[ For someone who has been out of touch, that was a moderately accurate way to name the two sides. The rest he ignores, because he thinks Licyn mostly says these things to get a reaction out of him and he refuses on principle. ]

I see you've had time to catch up.

If it makes it simpler, only one is openly pulling for an apocalypse. [ Real or not: see principles. He could explain that he's been working as Messalina's strategic advisor so he's in deep already, but he's curious what Licyn thinks he can accomplish here. ] You think you can manage that on your own?

( The quirk of one brow, and the slow spread of a smile across his lips. )

Solely? Don't mistake me for that kind of arrogant. Time to aim for the one who's over-rich father wishes to see the dead mistress succeed — that sends a shiver down my spine, and not the pleasant kind.

( He tips his glass to Five for that, on the other hand. )

All I'm interested in is the payment that lands in my hands after. Nice and simple.

( Because as terrible as the decisions made by their group overall end up going most the time, they are also...

... never sticking around for the long term effects. Hah. He'd just prefer to run away before they fall right into them. )

[ Five eyes him and takes a drink with only a slight consideration to the glass. Licyn has his ways, that don't particularly seem like they should work, but he's proven to be effective now and again.

When he mentions payment, he frowns. He knows he has more of an opinion, but he'd rather simplify it in a way that reminds him of so many field agents he's known. ]

Someone's paying you, or are you asking me?

( The wink inspires a small bout of fondness, for all that Licyn does not seem to share her sense of time. He blinked and missed the moment he was gone, and Emilia is trying not to make this weird. Still, it's good to see him. )

My current thoughts on it are that you have wielded it to your advantage well in the past.

( She sees what you're putting down, sir. )

Strangers are so much more pleasing, and yet we know that one, don't we?

( there's a touch of the dramatic in how he sighs, as if he's remotely wistful: perhaps he is, when they've traveled with Sam Quicksilver who is not, as it turns, inclined toward anything but those without solely internal parts.

Alas, not one to linger on such things, he's far moved past them. )

Up for a bit of a public turn down, love? I'm thinking I'm about to buy you a drink you don't want.

[ The hint of a wicked smile ghosts upon her lips.

Emilia isn't without her fondness for schemes, aware of how a well-timed scene can turn the tides. ]

How public do you want this to be?

[ AKA how hard do you wish her do go here, friend. ]

( He grins a little wider, sliding closer, misleadingly so to anyone watching. )

Keep the room intact and the majority of my blood on the inside, mm? Need more negotiation before that kind of play.

( He winks, as always difficult to say how serious or jesting he is; if he's a very lucky one, someday Emilia and Wrath will feel up for decidedly more domestic adventures, because he's not egotistical enough to presume the power he did not know he radiated like some small furnace of magic meant anything worth a searing mention, but a man has hopes.

Mostly the threesome sort.

Alas.

He doesn't actually brush at her hair, but he moves his hand so it looks as if he meant to, letting his grin turn impish, eyes sparkling in amusement for whatever she's going to invent next. )

[ ... Well.

After all they've been through together, and all Licyn has seen, the disclaimer is rather necessary, isn't it? Her penchant for fury and violence is well-known among the group by now. Today, however, the goal is to seem as offended as possible.

She thinks she can pull it off.

Her hand reaches out to stop his from advancing, fingers wrapping around his wrist. Firm, not too tight. A warning. ]

You have a great deal of nerve coming to me after all you've done. The promises you've broken! I say, I should never like to see your face again! [ Emilia raises her voice loud enough to be heard, and if that isn't enough, she ... throws her drink at him.

Yes, there is a drink. Let's jot that down. ]

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me completely forgetting to name the prompt it's fine it's fine

we got this we can invent the WORLD

who needs words!

time to communicate only in emotes

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