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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2024-02-03 06:09 pm

bygones be bygones



BYGONES BE BYGONES







Welcome to the finale log event, stretching until 22 February. You can find a summary of recent events here. The finale log is broken in four sections:

■ Anurr’s attempt to enter Hatthevar by corrupting party members

■ The citadel’s increasing hauntings and abductions (largely CR-building scenarios)

■ Investigating a ghost ship, for final clues

The fall of undead creator Matthias


Thank you for being here & enjoy!



WALLS, WAILING

The tide of war are turning: his scorpions and sand lurkers defeated by Emilia, Wrath and Benedict, the undead Brotherhood’s foremost general, Rathakku, pulls back his armies. A handful of monstrous creatures remain and will grudgingly serve the trio as their new masters.

Wind master Anurr, foe of the Brotherhood and its maker Matthias, continues assaulting the citadel with ceaseless blizzards. Those exposed to the storms may hear dark or saccharine voices that corrupt, threaten or woo them to open one of the four (north/west/south/east) gates of the citadel and allow Anurr’s forces inside.

■ Those prone to loneliness, despair or self-doubt are the most vulnerable to Anurr’s coercion and can easily turn aggressive, if anyone attempts to prevent them from their goal. A burning need to free the winds and a hatred of Hatthevar overwhelm you, while Matthias’ very name sets you off in a rage.

■ Those coerced are invulnerable to Anurr’s blizzards and the broader cold but highly susceptible to heat and flame. Their skin turns pale, limbs stiff and nearly gelid. They are slower but much stronger, and their touch can chill. They must be warmed — either by fire-side or trapped into heated rooms — to regain control of themselves. It may take up to 48 hours before they’re fully back to normal, waking up at night with a longing to walk into the wind.

■ The gates of Hatthevar remain guarded by enormous man-eating ghosts, but these sentinels have been worn down by war and are more easily overcome. Pass them and your companions and open the gates — and you will win Anurr a healthy advantage.




A HAUNTED PLACE

Two of Matthias’ beacons have been conquered by Vanessa, Wrathion and Five, who retain them as long as they stay along. Inevitably, they are often hunted by spirits.

Not realizing why his summons have weakened, Matthias directs more and more energy towards the three beacons under his control. The turbulence agitates the spirits of Hatthevar, who become secretive, paranoid, prickly and increasingly riotous.

■ Some scatter quickly as they see you — others gang up, mutinously targeting ghost slavers or anyone who reminds them of those who wronged them when they were alive. Hauntings multiply, while ghost slavers take advantage of the riots to conquer parts of Hatthevar.

PART & WHOLE

Combative crowds, often led by ghost slavers, are especially drawn to characters who own any of Matthias’ limbs or organs. Promised rewards, they seek to abduct such owners or anyone unlucky enough to be mistaken for them, dragging them to decrepit, barely standing and abandoned Whispering Houses while they barter payment from Matthias.

■ Ghosts are fiercely attentive but also superstitious watchmen: spook them, organise a rescue party or sneak out.

■ Watching the walls, you see ink brush paintings of the silhouettes of men, their beady eyes sometimes shifting to look at you. At other times, their limbs seem to shift minutely, as they begin to run towards you, until shadow men burst out of the wall to detain you. They pull back, if you also stop moving.

■ Those who possess Matthias’ parts may find ghosts are unusually submissive to them. Their tokens will likely get seized, if they are captured.




TROUBLED

Hatthevar succumbs to hauntings, friendly or foul. On any given day, you might experience:

THE BURIALS: Come morning, your shoes might be missing, buried in the nearest dirt patch — or you yourself might be entombed in the gardens, forced to dig yourself out before you suffocate. The crystalline sound of chiming bells can lead rescuers to you. Ghostly hands might try to hold onto you, if you are dragged out.

THE FACELESS: Lithe faceless dancers dart through the crowds of the ghostly bazaars, carrying demonic wooden masks that they place on the faces of stunned passers-by, fleeing thereafter. The victims now look like the demonic masks, while the masks have copied their likeness. If this happens to you, run after the faceless dancers, steal the mask and put it back on your face to recover your original appearance.

THE WATCH: Walking through the streets of Hatthevar, you find yourself visibly, unmistakably watched by an increasing number of people. First, they only steal glances; then, one or two point you out; small groups begin to whisper about you; finally, you notice whole crowds are standing eerily still, watching you covetously and seemingly struggling to keep themselves back from assaulting you.


MASTER GAO’S HUMBLE HOUSE

Least said, soonest enjoyed of Hatthevar’s new fashion of culinary delights. Amid a pick-up in crime, the street food vendors disperse, leaving behind a smattering of secluded establishments drenched in dizzying incense and patroned by… ethereal diners.

Master Gao’s family restaurant promises a once-in-a-lifetime experience, amid ghosts, ghouls and the monstrously dead. Take a seat at a private table, where you are treated to a pleasantly sweet, liquorice brew — then informed politely that you have been lethally poisoned and will die within two hours. Already, you feel your body feverish, overly stimulated, your thoughts given to wonder.

Focus, focus: the antidote, says the listless waitress, is in one of the numerous incoming dishes. A game to focus you on enjoying your meal. Even one bite will heal you.

THE MENU



Still on the fence? Reviewers say:

★★★★☆ Came for the bao buns, stayed for the screams of endless agony.
★★★★★ most places on lotus street went to the hell dogs, master’s gao stays lit, the demon bacon’s sizzle drizzle
★★☆☆☆ Two stars for the incredible heart of virgin sacrifice, cooked al dente. But this will be our last visit, after unprofessional staff treated us as if we were at our first cannibal rites.
★★★★☆ Hand-made blood pasta, rolled like grandma used to make.




THE HEADLESS DANCER

Five and Wen Kexing share that word on the street is Matthias has favoured two hideaways. The most widely known one, where you are headed first, is the Headless Dancer: a ghost ship that appears on nights of the full moon in the misty lagoon near Hatthevar. Half-sunken and ragged, the Headless Dancer appears like a conglomerate of titans’ bones, carved and welded together. It is a proper sea vessel, atypical to sail through a lagoon.

Your objective is to search the ship for any sign of Matthias.

■ As the vessel passes, you hear a staggered, loud rattling: the chattering teeth of the skull heads that shape the ship’s hull. These hungry mouths reach to crush and gnaw you, if you fall in the waters close to the ship.

■ A pirate crew is hard at work to keep the vessel afloat. At first, the men appear normal, but their skeletal, corpse-like appearance is revealed when they come under moonlight.

■ Many crew members ignore you, chained to each other and the deck and condemned to perform their tasks while singing their ol’ song. Only the captain speaks liberally: cursing, whipping his men and carrying a bundle of chains as he makes his rounds. Hide — at times helped or betrayed by crew members — or risk getting chained down by the captain, your powers entirely muted until you are released.

■ Midway through your visit, the ship sails back into the fog, beneath a strange wave of clouds shaped like enormous fish and sea life . Spears and chains that resemble fish spines plunge down to pin the ship in place: they fly across the deck, at times skewering and stabbing crew members. Take cover or jump overboard.

■ After a few moments, the spear-chains latch onto the vessel’s sides, turning it over and submerging into the lagoon. Instead of sinking, the Headless Dancer breaks water, once again upright… in strange new sides (the ‘Other Side’) in the middle of an intensely violent storm of blood. The previously skeletal crew and captain are now fully human and are struggling desperately to keep the ship from sinking, despite furious winds and the vessel taking substantial amounts of water. You understand quickly this is an illusion or memory of some kind: there is no saving the ship. Spend the last few minutes before the Headless Dancer sinks trying to stay afloat and search the captain and main passengers’ cabin for clues. Within 20 minutes, you hear the mast of the Headless Dancer give way, while the rapidly flooding of the hull causes the ship to break in half. You fall unconscious, waking up battered but alive in the real-world shores of Hatthevar, the splinters of the Headless Dancer’s deck stuck beneath your nails.




HE BLEEDS

Following our latest vote, the People have overwhelmingly chosen that undead creator Matthias will die.

Carrying out the plan is open to everyone, whether you did or didn’t get involved with the voting — jump in freely!

Matthias will be discovered in the second lair location uncovered by Five and Wen Kexing — the Whispering House of Hatthevar’s foremost wish maker, the Red Lady. He dwells on the first floor, which has been turned into an immense room decked in dark mirrors, whose windows have been entirely barricaded.

There are two types of mirrors: some show you exactly what you most wish to see, progressively captivating you while rapidly depleting your stamina and vitality, until you are reduced to dried husks and bones within the hour.

Looking into the second type of mirror, your character sees a person of tar that reaches out to touch them until their hand exits the glass. Upon contact, your character is overcome by a feeling of intense, spreading coldness, as if their insides are being infested by a rapidly propagating alien creature. They may feel its highly primitive, emotion-led thoughts: a jumble of jealousy, the wish to have a shape and manifest, hatred that your body is not malleable, fear, hunger. The creature takes your body over within the hour.

You can escape both types of mirrors if you cover them, do not look into them, or if someone breaks the thrall (by taking your attention away from the mirror or by physically removing you).

Matthias is often away from his hideaway, giving you valuable time to plot and tinker.

Killing him will involve:

Scouting the Whispering House. The Red Lady, a powerful sorceress, is unlikely to allow intruders to go where they please inside her home. But the ‘I’m just a poor wish maker, looking for the bathroom’ excuse is a time honoured classic!

Using Matthias’ severed limbs and organs to reduce his power: this can be done by destroying the parts. Fire will do the trick.

Setting down traps (tentacly or otherwise!) in Matthias’ quarters to detain him.

Creating an illusion or shapeshifting someone to look like Matthias’ daughter Cosette and distract him, when he returns.

Feeding Matthias a memory potion that will force him to remember his part in Cosette’s demise.

Killing him. Per RNG gods, Emilia gets the dubious honour of delivering the killing blow (most likely, with help from a special tool obtained from the Headless Dancer). Everyone else is still free to char, sting, entrap or force feed memories to Matthias!


Since several people might get involved, it’s probably logistically easier if you play out prep work or threads in groups of no more than 2-3 and assume other party members are around.

You can either NPC Matthias yourselves in your threads or ask for mod involvement.

Note: everyone who threads out any of the events of Matthias’ capture or demise can “inherit” some of his power over undeath once he is killed. Your character will then have to choose what they do with this power (keep, transfer or disperse it).

QUESTIONS

somebadnews: (201)

[personal profile] somebadnews 2024-02-20 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ He takes a deep breath. It might not be possible, but they have made friends in high places. They'll be able to tell them if it is. ]

First thought, follow Kamala back to her world. Hang out there until we bridge the gap. [ He hasn't discussed that with her, or anyone else, but he's considering all the options. ]

I've been trying to do the math, and I just... need more time. If we could hide somewhere that isn't collapsing in on itself, maybe I'd get somewhere.
rumorate: (83)

[personal profile] rumorate 2024-02-20 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Allison nods, charging back up onto the deck. The ship starts to creep and crack around them and when she reaches the edge of the hallway. As they reach the open area of the deck, they can more easily see the steep incline the ship has taken in the water.

She sees the mast starting to sway dangerously, and the railing on the other side starting to break and ...]


Titanic.

[They need to get off this boat. Or will getting off the boat trap them in the past? Then she remembers that Wrath probably won't understand that reference:]

The boat is going to split. Do you think we can get to the top?
rumorate: (148)

[personal profile] rumorate 2024-02-20 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Hurt her? Maybe. Probably. But her anger always seems to swing outwards rather than in. She's already possibly sundered her relationships with at least two of her brothers beyond repair. She killed Harlan. She teamed up with her father, which is a mistake.

Even before she lost Claire for good, her anger was a problem. She thinks about the man behind the bar at the dinner who's hand she scalded with the coffee. The bar of white supremacists that Diego took her to to try and give her an outlet. Those she feels less terrible about those things, it's still her doing harm.]


I've never been harmless.
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[personal profile] rumorate 2024-02-20 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. That works.

[The harpy form is pretty sick, though. And given that Allison was the one showing off last time, she's willing to let Eda do her thing.]

I'll go find somewhere quiet we can hold them.
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[personal profile] rumorate 2024-02-20 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
What if everyone else leaves and the only one left here is you?

[Allison looks at him with wide eyes because no. Absolutely not. She's not going to leave Ben to be alone. Not after she spent so long without him.]

I think ... Lila told me that I needed to find something new to hold on to or I'm just going to keep spinning out. And I've been here for so long ... I don't know if I could go back home, remembering everything that happened here and still function in the world the way I'm supposed to. I don't even know what's waiting for me on the other side. The world is ... gone, and I'm basically trusting that Dad didn't completely lie to me about what his machine did.

[She shrugs.]

I don't know. Part of me still wants to go home to her. I think part of me always will. But I'll take you over Dad any day.
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[personal profile] rumorate 2024-02-20 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Allison pauses, then she considers with a nod.]

From the way she talks, it seems like their tech is way more advanced than ours.

[Given that they are stuck in the land of typewriters and no cell phones or internet.]

But do we know for sure that we could follow them home?
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[personal profile] captain_marvel 2024-02-20 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Carol is right on her heels, making sure that she doesn't lose her in the crowd. As one of the dancers start to swing their way through the crowd, still masked like the one who stole Carol's face, the other woman tenses as it starts to make a beeline for America.]

Look out!
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[personal profile] captain_marvel 2024-02-20 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Carol stays where she is, letting Kamala hold her hand as she tries to parse through that statement. Part of her does know this, but for the moment, her loneliness is louder, clawing at her insides and telling her to do what she needs to do.

It reminds her of something she felt a long time ago, when the Supreme Intelligence tried to take control of the weapon it thought it deserved, and Carol tries to push through the urge and grits her teeth.]


Get out of the way, Kamala.

[She doesn't want to hurt her.]
cosplayqueen: (I know who you pretend I am)

[personal profile] cosplayqueen 2024-02-20 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Once again it's exactly what Kamala needs to hear. The teen looks impressed. Seriously how does she keep saying just the right thing?? It's amazing.] Why don't I hang out with you all the time? You always make me feel better about myself. It's crazy!
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2024-02-20 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ So there’d be a leaning curve, but that’s honestly the least of his concerns. He’s getting desperate, but if they don’t exist in her timeline… it shouldn’t break. ]

We don’t. Nothing is guaranteed to work, but what’s the alternative? We’ve barely been surviving here, and I don’t think that’s going to suddenly change when we kill Matthias.

I don’t know what the answer is. It shouldn’t just be my decision.
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[personal profile] downswing 2024-02-20 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)


A difference between that which can harm — ( A blade, born and bared. The mouth of a starved lion. The sea at unrest. ) — and that which harms.

( A woman grieving, her hurt misplaced. One scorned, frustrated, reduced by and to her sorrow. And possessed of such an impossible immensity of talent and ability that Lan Wangji paralyzes to remember it.

The harpy, tame. The rioters, subdued. And what more can Allison Hargreeves coax? Did they need, all this time, to summon an army? Might she have supplied them one?

He fishes another dish, rapidly delivering thin slices of melon by each bowl. Refreshment, unless it is pickled. He cannot say he'll trouble himself to appreciate the taste. )


If it is truth that Matthias pulls people from time. If the beacons can be forced into such feats. Return, ahead of your daughter's ...passing. Fight.

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[personal profile] starlingroad 2024-02-20 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, if they both lose their faces, that's going to be a little harder to keep track of each other. It's still more panic that causes one of America's short-range portals to pop up. ]

[ Giving Carol a wide-eyed confused look back, she pulls her along and intends to bound through it. It will put them only ten feet ahead, but away from the attempt at face stealing! ]


They really are everywhere. [ She can't rest easy, not yet. ]
traaaaaash: (child what did i say)

[personal profile] traaaaaash 2024-02-20 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Great! Let's get to work, then.

[ Aaaand Eda will just go up to one of the slavers. ]

Hey.

[ They turn to her, confused, and she waves her claw in their face while baring her teeth. ]

You're coming with me.
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[personal profile] mashiara 2024-02-21 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
In theory, she didn't object to either, except the pressing need was now in stomping away from her improbable abduction into the dirt.

"I was sleeping." Dry toned, she shot him a glance. "I'd have noticed being grabbed by most anyone."

The ghosts, or whatever they consisted of here, had not. She wishes there were a way to train for that in particular, but lets go of that thought and its frustration. Pointless upset isn't worthwhile. She can't do anything with it.

"Or a bath. They have ones you don't even have to heat the water for here." Some sort of natural spring, albeit not so plentiful as in other locations she's been made to traipse through after the hope of returning home. Light will it be soon. "...Where are we anyway?"
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[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2024-02-21 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Two orders of dumplings!"

Which is easily enough ordered, and easily enough brought. Licyn gives them a cursory sniff first, eyes narrowing a touch. He slides a plate toward Kamala after, nodding.

"Smells safe, nothing strange. Let me try one first."

Which he uses the very cultivated manner of washed hands to pick up between two fingers and toss the too hot dumpling into his mouth, having plucked it from her plate. Giving her a smile, he nods. "Ssf!"
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[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2024-02-21 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Yep," he says, tossing another dumpling into his mouth. "You reek of it and the alcohol. Not strange, love, enough people do." Loneliness is one of those conditions he can easily scent, and learned a long time ago to dismiss when it was beyond his purview.

Which, frankly, is anytime it's not going to result in pleasures of the body, as that's about the only way he's ever resolved loneliness himself. Outside of belonging to a pack of two.

Or reluctantly belonging to a pack of storm-struck fools, but he refuses to think about that.

"Not like you're even the only one in our chaotic little group."
weifinder: (jade | i'm taking the pain)

[personal profile] weifinder 2024-02-21 01:09 am (UTC)(link)

( Raising his brows, he gives Lan Zhan's hand a squeeze. They'll always understand each other in the sorts of hazy moments where heat and cold meld into perfect pristine visibility, before the movement of existence means the fog rolls back in, painting the rivers and lakes of their lives alien and difficult to see.

The trick, he thinks, the talent, is finding each other in spite of that. Of staying close, even when only one of them might see the path ahead, wide or narrow, warm or cold.

Trust, and faith, and days of blood and horror. What must follow, in the way of seasons and water from the mountains to the rivers to the sea, is joy. Quiet, warm, and simple joy.

A hope for the morrow, as he nods.
)

You can't dishonour me. Especially not in a bath.

( .......................... or so he believes, for the moment, turning to lead them both away, and hoping that the pains down in Lan Zhan's marrow, a man who feels deeply, and processes slowly when it comes to off the battlefield. His heart aches, knowing he cannot resolve that. Knowing that fighting on to exhaustion here and now won't make him feel better, just as bathing doesn't mean they well. But not worse.

Not worse.
)

weifinder: (ask | from the cold)

you're golden, my brain is also on vacation

[personal profile] weifinder 2024-02-21 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Stick 'em up! These aren't meant for throwing, though I have some if you'd like — I'm quite good with my hands.

( A smile, and something of a laugh. )

It's suggestions, draw. Attraction. One says, it's not here, don't look here, go away. The other says come, now, faster. Dangerous if we haven't worn him down before, but there's... enough of us with some talent for the dead to reduce the danger of anything else drawn in too.

( That said, he is definitely starting to press talismans to objects and the walls as he walks, as if that was not a potentially upsetting thing that spilled past his lips. )
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[personal profile] weifinder 2024-02-21 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Me," he says, stirring the soup. Ladling some out into a large bowl, with a spoon, and squinting at the shivers that won't leave Five alone. This is going to get awkward for Lao Five, he knows, but he doesn't find that anything less than merited.

"The gate remains closed." A pause, as he considers, then tips his head towards Five. "For now. Hopefully, through to when Matthias's is ended."

He strode over, settling down to Five's side.

"It would have been pork ribs and lotus soup, but I could only find the pork ribs, not the lotus. So there's potatoes instead."
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[personal profile] inferus 2024-02-21 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Tongue was burned/destroyed by Five and Wrath - will decide what to do w/ power and return
rumorate: (26)

[personal profile] rumorate 2024-02-21 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Allison takes a deep breath and nods because he's right - and also, now probably isn't the time.]

Maybe when all this is done and Matthias is dead, you, me and Ben sit down with a bottle of booze to figure out what we're going to do.

[Because they're celebrating. There should be drinking, right?]
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[personal profile] valeas 2024-02-21 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

So all of us are leaning toward disperse/eliminate, but Rakel and I did have some questions on whether or not keeping it (temporarily) would be useful against Anurr?
rumorate: (124)

[personal profile] rumorate 2024-02-21 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe.

[Maybe there's a way she could pull it off, without the Commission coming after her to kill her. Maybe she just needs to get a version of herself to Claire, and that's all that matters.]

But that way could also lead to turning into Five.

[That's a joke. Sort of.]
rumorate: (125)

[personal profile] rumorate 2024-02-21 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Allison, in the meantime, sneaks off to find an empty building that will give them a bit more privacy, and posts herself outside, waiting for Eda to return.

The slaver, on the other hand, does what instinct tells him to do when a harpy lady shows up to kidnap you - he tries to run the other way. He's not very fast though.]
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[personal profile] captain_marvel 2024-02-21 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
I have an idea. Hang on.

[She means that literally. She wraps an arm around America's waist and gently pushes up from the ground, giving them a birds-eye view of the square and the people bustling through it, while putting them out of the reach of the dancers - at least for now.]

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