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[ OPEN GROUP LOG ] emergency planning & diplomacy
Who: Everyone! Please use this as an event log -- put up your own starters, and also tag around to your heart's content!
Where: Aldrip's neighbouring towns, the spooky forest, and throughout Aldrip.
What: The Chosen, reeling from the recent forest attack, decide to organize for future attacks, whether that's diplomacy with neighbouring towns, reinvigorating farmland, or getting some combat training in. Please see THIS OOC post for more information!
Warnings: None anticipated; please let me know if I ought to update it!
In the wake of destruction wrought by the strange beast of the forest, Claude and Marianne - both people far more well-acquainted with the ramifications of damaged farm grounds and unprepared civilians than they would like to be - have taken it upon themselves to try to prepare in advance for the next attack, whatever that may be. After discussion with the leads of Aldrip, they’ve come up with a list of what most needs to be done – and they can’t do it alone. With the community of the Chosen at their heels, new and old, for reasons of altruism and for reasons of simple exploration, they have set forth with the following tasks: an excursion through the eerie Pessiria Forest to get to Rumpitur to exchange goods and services for aid from the dubiously friendly naga-like people who live there, restoring life to the destroyed forest and farmlands so that nature can once again thrive, and to properly stock up safehouses with preserved goods, shelter, and weaponry.
What’s in it for you, you ask? Well, when the next attack comes, you don’t want to be the one going hungry.
EXCURSION THROUGH THE PESSIRIA FOREST
Rumpitur is a full day’s trek away, and not a straightforward one; in order to get to their destination, the Chosen must first hike their way through Pessiria forest. They meet with their packs and wagons at the entrance of the forest, a thick, lush wall of foliage greeting them along a winding, unsteady path. If you’re prone to listening to rumours, you may hear some of the locals buzzing about uncertainly: “no business being on that land, none at all”, “Did you hear? That’s where that Froste boy disappeared – when you go in, you never come back out”, “Going in there? They’ll be cursed!”.
No such dangers will greet the Chosen, but the more paranoid among them will be confronted with the grim reality of an entire day’s travel spent on edge, jumping at every flutter of wings from overhead and snapped twigs from the fauna skittering through the brush. During this trek, there will be ample time for the Chosen to stop and rest a while, replenish their flasks and perhaps share a story or two, but be careful; in forests this dense, it’s easy for someone to get lost. Wouldn’t it be a shame if someone was left behind?
To add insult to injury, once they arrive in Rumpitur, they’ll realize that there’s nowhere for them to stay, and the scaled denizens of the place will firmly - though not unkindly - refuse to let them into their homes. That means that to get anything done, the Chosen will need to make camp right outside, a great opportunity to swap stories around the fire, try to rustle up some dinner, go stargazing, or just complain about the effects of the hard ground on your poor old backs. Happy bonding!
DIPLOMACY OF RUMPITUR
Once diplomatic meetings have come and gone, the representatives of Aldrip and Rumpitur have come to an agreement: Rumpitur will provide its aid, but only at a cost. They have their own interests to protect, after all. But they’re flexible on how such a debt is repaid and ask only that the Chosen provide whatever they are able to – and you wouldn’t want to give Aldrip a bad reputation, would you?
Here, the Chosen can truly shine as they’re asked to give what they can. For some, this means sheer manual labour as they haul water from the wells, transport crops and goods from one place to another, or provide much-needed assistance to the smithies and shopkeepers of the land. For others, this means providing gifts, whether that’s their own handiwork of artisanal goods, of art, of culinary delights, of weapons and toys and trinkets that only the Chosen know of. Other civilians may yet yearn for entertainment; a fussy crowd they may be, but with the same people coming in day in and day out, they’re hungry for new music, new acrobatics, new shows.
Be creative in what your characters can provide – and have them ask for help too! This is a true group effort in showing Rumpitur the Chosen’s goodwill, and showing themselves as a steadfast community that can be trusted.
RESTORING RAZED LANDS
Back home in Aldrip, the Chosen are faced with the farmland and lush forests that were decimated in the wake of the attack. Now that the bulk of rebuilding has been completed for the townspeople, it’s time to turn their attention to the abundance of the earth’s gifts that were ingloriously sapped. Here, the Chosen have been asked to replenish destroyed crops by irrigating and milling the land, planting new crops, and tending to the displaced animals that require assistance – though strangely enough, there seems to be some new flora and fauna that’s popping up. Are those plants glowing? Wait, is that a giant bird? It almost looks as though if you caught it, you could ride it… and the villagers of Aldrip seem just as familiar with them as you are, commenting that new life seems to be drifting into Aldrip’s territory on a regular basis.
Have your characters mill about on the farmland together, nurse wounded animals back to health, plant seeds, and help rebuild farms. Nothing says bonding like a good old-fashioned group activity.
Just watch out – those summer storms can be absolutely dreadful, and on more than one occasion, you may find yourselves taking cover in one of the abandoned old farmhouses to wait it out. Get out of those wet clothes, get underneath those (admittedly musty smelling) blankets and use the stove inside to put on some tea. Get nice and cozy – you might be here for a while!
STOREHOUSE SCRAMBLE
Last on the Chosen’s to-do list is to build up their stores so that if an attack of this scale happens again, they’ll be ready for it. The Chosen are to come together as a group to help dig out safehouses and cellars for citizens to hide in during the next attack, and to help bolster their stores. Now that some of their ranks have brought home goods from Rumpitur, it’s time to figure out what to do with it all.
Chosen may assist in hunting and gathering resources, working together to dry and pickle vegetables, dig out safehouses (careful – there are vermin and minor cave-ins aplenty!), and to solicit local smithies to shore up their stores of weaponry – just in case.
That said, weapons aren’t much good without the ability to use them. The Chosen are welcome to test out the wares in a nearby clearing set up specifically for training, especially if they’re from worlds where they weren’t stuck with swords and bow and arrows. There are scarecrows and targets set-up to practice on, but there’s really no replacing one-on-one combat – take a shot at it, and you may even gain a small audience! And are they placing bets…? Well, you’d better do your best, or else more than your pride might wind up bruised.
Where: Aldrip's neighbouring towns, the spooky forest, and throughout Aldrip.
What: The Chosen, reeling from the recent forest attack, decide to organize for future attacks, whether that's diplomacy with neighbouring towns, reinvigorating farmland, or getting some combat training in. Please see THIS OOC post for more information!
Warnings: None anticipated; please let me know if I ought to update it!
In the wake of destruction wrought by the strange beast of the forest, Claude and Marianne - both people far more well-acquainted with the ramifications of damaged farm grounds and unprepared civilians than they would like to be - have taken it upon themselves to try to prepare in advance for the next attack, whatever that may be. After discussion with the leads of Aldrip, they’ve come up with a list of what most needs to be done – and they can’t do it alone. With the community of the Chosen at their heels, new and old, for reasons of altruism and for reasons of simple exploration, they have set forth with the following tasks: an excursion through the eerie Pessiria Forest to get to Rumpitur to exchange goods and services for aid from the dubiously friendly naga-like people who live there, restoring life to the destroyed forest and farmlands so that nature can once again thrive, and to properly stock up safehouses with preserved goods, shelter, and weaponry.
What’s in it for you, you ask? Well, when the next attack comes, you don’t want to be the one going hungry.
EXCURSION THROUGH THE PESSIRIA FOREST
Rumpitur is a full day’s trek away, and not a straightforward one; in order to get to their destination, the Chosen must first hike their way through Pessiria forest. They meet with their packs and wagons at the entrance of the forest, a thick, lush wall of foliage greeting them along a winding, unsteady path. If you’re prone to listening to rumours, you may hear some of the locals buzzing about uncertainly: “no business being on that land, none at all”, “Did you hear? That’s where that Froste boy disappeared – when you go in, you never come back out”, “Going in there? They’ll be cursed!”.
No such dangers will greet the Chosen, but the more paranoid among them will be confronted with the grim reality of an entire day’s travel spent on edge, jumping at every flutter of wings from overhead and snapped twigs from the fauna skittering through the brush. During this trek, there will be ample time for the Chosen to stop and rest a while, replenish their flasks and perhaps share a story or two, but be careful; in forests this dense, it’s easy for someone to get lost. Wouldn’t it be a shame if someone was left behind?
To add insult to injury, once they arrive in Rumpitur, they’ll realize that there’s nowhere for them to stay, and the scaled denizens of the place will firmly - though not unkindly - refuse to let them into their homes. That means that to get anything done, the Chosen will need to make camp right outside, a great opportunity to swap stories around the fire, try to rustle up some dinner, go stargazing, or just complain about the effects of the hard ground on your poor old backs. Happy bonding!
DIPLOMACY OF RUMPITUR
Once diplomatic meetings have come and gone, the representatives of Aldrip and Rumpitur have come to an agreement: Rumpitur will provide its aid, but only at a cost. They have their own interests to protect, after all. But they’re flexible on how such a debt is repaid and ask only that the Chosen provide whatever they are able to – and you wouldn’t want to give Aldrip a bad reputation, would you?
Here, the Chosen can truly shine as they’re asked to give what they can. For some, this means sheer manual labour as they haul water from the wells, transport crops and goods from one place to another, or provide much-needed assistance to the smithies and shopkeepers of the land. For others, this means providing gifts, whether that’s their own handiwork of artisanal goods, of art, of culinary delights, of weapons and toys and trinkets that only the Chosen know of. Other civilians may yet yearn for entertainment; a fussy crowd they may be, but with the same people coming in day in and day out, they’re hungry for new music, new acrobatics, new shows.
Be creative in what your characters can provide – and have them ask for help too! This is a true group effort in showing Rumpitur the Chosen’s goodwill, and showing themselves as a steadfast community that can be trusted.
RESTORING RAZED LANDS
Back home in Aldrip, the Chosen are faced with the farmland and lush forests that were decimated in the wake of the attack. Now that the bulk of rebuilding has been completed for the townspeople, it’s time to turn their attention to the abundance of the earth’s gifts that were ingloriously sapped. Here, the Chosen have been asked to replenish destroyed crops by irrigating and milling the land, planting new crops, and tending to the displaced animals that require assistance – though strangely enough, there seems to be some new flora and fauna that’s popping up. Are those plants glowing? Wait, is that a giant bird? It almost looks as though if you caught it, you could ride it… and the villagers of Aldrip seem just as familiar with them as you are, commenting that new life seems to be drifting into Aldrip’s territory on a regular basis.
Have your characters mill about on the farmland together, nurse wounded animals back to health, plant seeds, and help rebuild farms. Nothing says bonding like a good old-fashioned group activity.
Just watch out – those summer storms can be absolutely dreadful, and on more than one occasion, you may find yourselves taking cover in one of the abandoned old farmhouses to wait it out. Get out of those wet clothes, get underneath those (admittedly musty smelling) blankets and use the stove inside to put on some tea. Get nice and cozy – you might be here for a while!
STOREHOUSE SCRAMBLE
Last on the Chosen’s to-do list is to build up their stores so that if an attack of this scale happens again, they’ll be ready for it. The Chosen are to come together as a group to help dig out safehouses and cellars for citizens to hide in during the next attack, and to help bolster their stores. Now that some of their ranks have brought home goods from Rumpitur, it’s time to figure out what to do with it all.
Chosen may assist in hunting and gathering resources, working together to dry and pickle vegetables, dig out safehouses (careful – there are vermin and minor cave-ins aplenty!), and to solicit local smithies to shore up their stores of weaponry – just in case.
That said, weapons aren’t much good without the ability to use them. The Chosen are welcome to test out the wares in a nearby clearing set up specifically for training, especially if they’re from worlds where they weren’t stuck with swords and bow and arrows. There are scarecrows and targets set-up to practice on, but there’s really no replacing one-on-one combat – take a shot at it, and you may even gain a small audience! And are they placing bets…? Well, you’d better do your best, or else more than your pride might wind up bruised.
caitlyn kiramman | ota
ii: hunting party
iii: training
restoring lands
Do you know what happened?
no subject
I found it like this. Something in the forest must've hurt it.
[While Caitlyn knows nothing of this species other than the little she witnessed in the casino, she's being cautious with approaching, as not to spook it. The last thing she wants is for it to try to run and only make it's injuries worse. It's definitely aware she's there, eyeing her with some rustling of it's feathered wings.]
It's okay. We're here to help. [If they were anything like the horses and stags she was familiar with, she wonders if they're food motivated at all? She's grateful to have the remainder of her snacks on her, pulling out the vegetables from her stash. As she holds out the food towards the chocobo, it chirps as it sniffs the food, before snatching it out of her hand and beginning to eat it. Caitlyn uses this opportunity to attempt to use her other hand to stroke it's head, and while it shifts at her touch at first, it seems to care less as it continues to eat.
That's a start, at least.]
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It seems like it won't be able to run for a while.
[ She knows how they rely on their legs. She's seen them race. If whatever injured it came back...a worried look crosses her expression. She can't help her thoughts turning pessimistic. ]
It'll be vulnerable if it stays here.
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Maybe not run, but hopefully it can still walk. [Hopefully, anyway. She knew enough about horses that most leg injuries meant the horse could never walk again, and had to be put down. She hoped it wouldn't come to that with this chocobo.]
If it will let me, perhaps we can wrap it? Maybe even splint it? Give it just enough support so we can get it out of the woods and closer to town.
[And from there? She didn't know. She could only hope there was someone in town that knew more about healing, especially healing animals, that would be able to help tend to it.]
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[ She suggests softly. Marianne's looked after horses, and she knows how dire a leg wound can be. Losing a horse to injury was always painful. Bringing the chocobo closer to town would reduce the risks, but even better, they can provide the chocobo a place to live on the farm. It would give her peace of mind to watch over the animal and see it heal.
But first, they need to help the chocobo get there. ]
I'll get some wood for a splint.
[ There are some fallen branches over there. Maybe one of them is the right size and shape... ]
no subject
That would be perfect. [A safe space was a start. Once there, she could worry about finding someone to help with the healing process.]
Hear that? We're going to help you. [The chocobo chirped at her words, and Caitlyn moved a bit closer to it, trying to get a better look at it's leg. She could see signs of bleeding, but it was still hard to tell without actually handling it, and she wasn't about to attempt that just yet.
She wished she had rope on her, to help with the splint. But while Marianne searched for wood, she stepped away from the bird and searched the underbrush for some vines they could use as a tie instead. Once she was satisfied with what she found, she returned to the chocobo and continued to reassure it with pets while she waited for the other woman to return.]
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You're so brave. We'll get you someplace safe, okay?
[ She says to the chocobo as she comes to kneel by them, slowly easing her way into the presence of the bird. Then she addresses Caitlyn. ]
I think its saying it understands. Here...I can help hold the splint in place. Or wrap it, if you want.
no subject
To Marianne, she nods in agreement to her plan.]
No, that works. Hold the splint in place, I'll wrap it once you have it in a good position.
no subject
[ Marianne's treated people in the past. This is her first time attending to a chocobo, but the basic principles are the same as she brings the splint to the injured leg. The chocobo fidgets and cranes its head, as if trying to see what they're doing, or perhaps just angling for more pats. ]
Ah, it's alright. [ Marianne tries to soothe the chocobo. She looks to Caitlyn. ] Do you have any more of those snacks?
no subject
Satisfied, she scoots back, watching the chocobo check out the splint curiosity. It started to peck at it, but one stroke of the head, and it's attention was back on pets and no longer on the splint.]
You need to leave that alone, okay? It's there to help you. [Whether it's squawk was an acknowledgement or just a happy noise, Caitlyn wasn't sure, but she was glad it seemed so lively. Hopefully that meant they had good odds at rehabilitating it.]
Training
So as the young woman fires again, he observes her actions with no small amount of curiosity.]
...Pray forgive the interruption, but is that a concept of your own design?
no subject
This? Oh. No. It was my father's design. But I might have given him a few suggestions.
[The one benefit of having an artificer for a father.]
no subject
[Bows and arrows, they have in his time. Firearms, not so much.]
...What is it, if I may ask?
no subject
It's a rifle. [but considering he has no idea what it is, a name probably isn't helpful. So she's going to explain, while gesturing to the parts as she does.] The trigger here ignites a spark inside, that causes the gun powder to explode, forcing the projectile, or bullet in this case, out of the barrel and towards the target.
no subject
I see. So it relies upon the combustive force of an explosion, allowing the projectile to cross a large distance in a short amount of time... whereas an arrow travels at a slower pace due to the mechanism by which it launches and the drag caused by the fletching...
But the fletching is what stabilizes an arrow in flight. How is it that the rifle's bullet maintains such a precise trajectory...?
[Being that he hadn't known what a rifle was until this moment, he naturally knows naught about rifling.]
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There's actually grooves inside the barrel that cause the bullet to spin as it fires, which is what makes it stay on course. The accuracy is all dependent on the size of bullet and barrel of the gun. The more energy created as it fires, the more damage it does, as well. [And, of course, knowing how to aim correctly in relation to which type is currently in your hand.]
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[In spinning, the resistance from the air would likely not overly affect one side, and thus be less likely to affect the overall trajectory unless there were a particularly strong wind...]
My thanks for the explanation.
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Would you like to look at it? You can test it out, too, if you'd like. Get the feel of it.
[She brought plenty of ammo and targets, so she doesn't mind. Given the type of place this was, it probably wouldn't hurt for them to teach other different styles of fighting back.]
no subject
[He is immensely curious about its construction.]
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[Caitlyn already had the rifle out towards him, but she pulls it back, snapping it and letting the bullets drop to the ground. Better to have it unloaded if he wants to examine it. No one needs to get an accidental gun wound today. She snaps the rifle back in place, before offering it towards him again.]
Here. Have a look.
(no subject)
iii
And then she sees the woman with the gun and realizes it's not junk. It's a range.
Guns may be relatively new to Ethlyn, but she's spent enough time around archers to know not to get anywhere near the space between shot and target. She takes a wide path around to get a better look at the sharpshooter, and waits until a pause before speaking up.]
I wondered who was making such sport out of the recycling bin.
no subject
Given the limited supplies, I hated to use anything else. [it looks trashy (hahah geddit) but she promises to clean it all up when she's finished!!]
no subject
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It's...decently advanced, I would say. Not that I've compared notes with everyone, but you're not the first I've met to be unfamiliar with my rifles.
[But the data pads they've found? That's way more out there than what she's familiar with.]