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expiationlogs2023-03-17 12:00 am
- !event,
- ai tsf: mizuki date,
- arcane: violet / vi,
- bungo stray dogs: nikolai gogol,
- final fantasy viir: aerith gainsborough,
- final fantasy xiii2: noel kreiss,
- fire emblem geneaology: ethlyn,
- my hero academia: izuku midoriya,
- original: astralin turnont,
- persona 3 portable: kotone shiomi,
- persona 3 portable: shinjiro aragaki
{EVENT #1} ADVERSITY 131425.845119
| MOD NOTES: Welcome to the first event! Please direct any questions to the corresponding comment below. Note that characters can be involved in multiple prompts (whether you choose to thread that out or not), and that character decisions and actions taken on these prompts will affect future events, storylines, and relationships with other peoples of Expiation. In two weeks from this event, the moderator team will be posting a poll on the OOC community that will allow players to share what actions their characters took and two weeks after that, there will be an announcement made sharing said results, how those actions have impacted the state of the world, the game's story, what information can be used ICly, and so on. The various prompts are, of course, optional, so you're not required to travel to Rumpitur if you don't wish to. You're not required to help the locals or other Chosen during the food shortage. There is an option to simply not be involved, and that too can have potential repercussions on the future of the game's overarching story and other characters. |
WE'RE STARVING HERE!
HOW TO REPAIR A REFRIGERATOR 101
Do you remember the fishing tournament where a variety of locals and Chosen alike submitted a bunch of fish for a very modest and unimpressive wooden sculpture? Well... about that...
Aldrip's refrigeration has catastrophically failed and as a result, the food stores that the locals have been keeping are now on the verge of total and utter collapse. The townspeople are in an absolute uproar. According to them, this has never happened before and though they would normally just pray to Those Who Were There for a resolution, they kind of need something immediate. Otherwise, all residents of Aldrip are facing the very real threat of starvation.
The good news is that you can help!
The more handy of the Aldrip townsfolk are going to get right to work on repairing the refrigeration units. At present, the only units that exist belong to those who are making food and providing them to the townspeople. This means people like the tavern keepers, the inn, bakers, and other miscellaneous cooks, are those who possess and control these refrigeration units. If you've got some handyman skills, put them to work, though be aware that working on repairing the technological malfunction might just be an electrifying experience. Literally.
THE ALTERNATIVE TO COOKING MAMA
There sure has been a lot of opportunities to cook, but now Aldrip needs cooks and would-be cooks like never before!
Those not necessarily good with repair work might find themselves better suited for hunting the local wildlife, whether that's on the meadowland plains or taking, yet again, a fishing pole into hand. A good deal of the meat, vegetables, and fruit that was already preserved has spoiled and will need to be replaced hastily if people want to continue eating.
With bodies going to retrieve replacement food, there's suddenly an open and demand for people who either already have experience with cooking or just really want to learn. There's no better way to learn than some truly hands-on experience. For those with some cooking in their background, even if it's simple at its best, the kitchens are free and available. You might not have your choice cuts of meat or whatever else you might be accustomed to preparing, but fortunately the dried spices and herbs aren't impacted by the food shortage. Consider making something flavourful or just really spicy. (Alphen, we're looking at you.)
If you haven't cooked before and you're one of those who's just dying to learn, pair up with a buddy in the kitchen, or fumble along. Beggars can't be choosers, after all, and we're facing a crisis. Maybe the threat of having no food will encourage people to try whatever you make, no matter how black, crispy brown it might turn out.
The more innovative and creative individuals may find a way to dry / dehydrate anything caught or harvested. Or we can just have a huge impromptu grilling adventure where people hold raw meat over fire. Your choice!
WE'RE OFF TO SEE... THE NAGA?
WE COME IN PEACE
Aldrip is hardly the only settlement on the continent of Expiation and though the various peoples of these settlements can often stick within their own, when times are hard and adversity encroaches on livelihood, they're not against seeking the aid of others. Some of the more well-travelled of the Aldrip locals are planning an expedition to visit Rumpitur, an impressively-sized village on a peninsula to the east of Aldrip.
They are ready and willing to take all volunteers who are interested in accompanying them to barter for food and other potentially needed supplies. The visit to Rumpitur will require travel through the Pessiria Forest, a thick veil of trees that one can be easily lost in, but if everyone's together, then it shouldn't be an issue.
Consider joining the expedition and getting to know some of Expiation's other peoples.
Rumpitur is home to a race of naga-like people with scaled features, tails, sharp teeth, and forked tongues. Their way of life is considerably more simple in comparison to some of Aldrip's fancier advancements. They are skilled combatants and a fishing people, whose diet primarily consists of seafood. In Rumpitur, one may take note of their many-in-number stone constructs, depicting a notable and perhaps significant naga.
Although they may seem intimidating at first glance and can have terse ways of speaking, they are amicable enough and will be willing to do business with Aldrip and her citizens.
OR MAYBE WE DON'T
The visit from Aldrip, which is a rare occurrence indeed, results in much confusion for the Rumpiturian people, and this may or may not be considered a blessing to those who could be more unscrupulous in nature.
Although the visit to Rumpitur is meant to be one of peace, locals of Aldrip and the Chosen alike have the opportunity to steal supplies from the people. If they choose to do this, they may find that there are no immediate repercussions for this course of action. The likelihood is that this visit has caught the Rumpiturians so off-guard that they're not expecting to be robbed. Of course, how this will impact things in the future remains to be seen...
Individuals may grab as much as they can carry, depending on what they've brought with them. The locals of Aldrip who planned this expedition provided convenient-to-carry containers that can be filled with anything retrieved from the village and her kind. Larger containers will require at least two people to carry when filled, so perhaps you're inclined to work with a partner-in-crime. Just remember that for every action, there's a consequence, even if you're not seeing it right away!
Rumpitur will not notice that they are missing inventory until well after Aldrip has left and travels back through the forest to town, so no one need fear the chasing and hissing of snakes into Pessiria.
Probably.
HOLD ONTO YOUR VALUABLES
IT'S NOT REAL... RIGHT?
Those who've decided to brave the forest will find on their adventure to Rumpitur that it's rather straight forward and proceeds without incident.
The sky above the trees is a difficult thing to see, blocked out by the way the evergreens stretch and imposingly tower above. At times light may scatter through various openings in branches, but it is a largely darker atmosphere, and at night requires the assistance of candlelight or related.
Travellers with the courage to make way through the forest with the others may hear occasional snaps, cracks, whispers, and more enigmatic sounds that are difficult to justify with logic. Of course, whether this is all in the head or something truly more sinister at play is up for debate. Despite the strange occurrences that one may experience, no members of the Chosen will find themselves harmed or otherwise physically disturbed initially. That said, some may later find themselves haunted by strange dreams and visions of the forest in the future if they are especially sensitive to such things.
Were those sounds real? Were you just hearing things? It's probably wisest not to investigate further. At least, maybe not now...
COUNT YOUR NUMBERS
Aldrip has a great many stories about Pessiria Forest and many of the other towns, landmarks, settlements, and people scattered across the continent. Most of these stories seem to depict folklore or a certain mythological feeling about them, implying that many of the locals don't truly believe in any of the more macabre tales. Pessiria Forest has no shortage of poetry and song that pertains to its supposedly 'holy' grounds and mysterious happenstances.
There are several alleged accounts about people having gone missing in the forest, due to how complicated it is to navigate by one's self. The more people travelling together, the safer it is purported to be.
Before leaving for Rumpitur, heads have been counted to ensure that wherever they start is also where they end up, however, for the more observant, one may find that the returning party is short of a few heads. Maybe some of them stayed behind to further the diplomatic efforts with the Rumpiturians. Maybe they're going to catch up later. Maybe they took a different pathway through the forest with some of their mates. Maybe there's something more untoward going on.
If this is brought up to the locals, the leaders of the expedition will warily make note of it and conduct their own investigation. At least, they say they will. Either way, it's suspicious no matter how you may turn it. Perhaps put heads together with another and see if you're just miscounting.
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[Sword twirling isn't scary, she's used to men with weapons in hand, Buster.]
People don't want something temporary. They want the problem to be fix fixed. So they won't have problems now and later.
[Though the whole "Mwahahaha I'll help you if you be my lackeys" speech was still amusing. Because it was such a bad deal.]
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You're saying they'd be better off letting their food stores waste away than taking what power I offer now because it might fade later?
And you said I was the one who had to learn about nice.
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[She shakes her head, not at all bothered by his derision.]
Besides, you're not the only one who can magically put food on ice around here. And not all of us want anything for it, some of us are willing to do it just to help.
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[He says with a grin that shows a few too many teeth.]
Heroic talk is just talk.
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[Rinoa tilts her head, curious.]
Because the meat I brought back from my wolf hunt. We froze that. And I know we weren't the only ones. Maybe it's a bit late for the old food, but we can take care of the new food if we're careful.
[Her attention skims from him to their surroundings and then back again.]
I just hope we don't find some sort of weird side effect from using magic on our food later.
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What sort of "weird side-effect" would happen?
[He tries to imagine it but comes up with nothing. Then again, he has no sense of imagination.]
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[Rinoa just shrugs herself at this.]
Hard to say. I've never heard of people using magic to preserve food like this. Completely uncharted territory for me. Could make people sick. Could do loads of things.
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[He peers down his nose at her.]
And starve they shall unless they kneel. You cannot freeze everything but I can.
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[It's not, at least not so far as she knows, but does he know that? She doesn't think so.
Rinoa crosses her arms, staring up at him stubbornly.]
You don't know that. You're just saying it. What if I can freeze all the food.
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Can you? Are you capable of magic?
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For your information, yes. Yes I am.
[So much for laying low about magic. Here she is blabbing about it all over the place. Letting on that you knew a little healing magic was one thing. But this?]
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I don't believe you.
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[She asks the question seriously, the confusion clear to see on her face. Of all the things to call her a liar over, it's this?]
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[He sneers and gestures at her with his katana.]
Impress me.
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[But even as she declares it, Rinoa can't help but rise to the bait. Too hotblooded to just... ignore the provocation. Calling the start of a spell to her is easy, the magic hungry to please it's sorceress. Except... she calls it a little too hard, unaware of the wings that unfurl behind her as she fully taps into her magic for the first time since their arrival.]
Set the world ablaze, Firaga!
[She gesture at the fountain, a pillar of fire springing up at her call, engulfing the frozen fountain that he's... admittedly standing on kind of? Honestly she hadn't thought that part through, just thought that undoing what he'd done would surely show him. But he's big and tough so he'll move. It's fine.]
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Then there is an eruption of flame. He leaps backward just in time to not be burned and lands in a tense crouch. For a long time he stares at the fountain, then he stares at Rinoa, a cluster of questions dancing across his face: What was that? Who is she?]
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Douse them in Water and let them repent! Freeze them to the core, Blizzaga.
[Fire out before it can do any permanent damage tot he fountain (hopefully), she turns her attention back to Vholarn expression cool.]
Are you now satisfied?
[Because honestly, she can easily keep going. Magic, the elements, is her domain as a sorceress after all.]
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When she asks him a question it takes him a moment to respond and his stance relaxes. He raises his chin and tries to look regal but his eyes are wide.]
...Who are you!?
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What do you mean who am I? We've met. You know my name. It's Rinoa, Rinoa Heartilly. Don't tell me you forgot, Lord Vholran!
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[He snarls.]
I mean who ARE you!?
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[She's not that oblivious, but his snarling doesn't scare her. In fact, Rinoa just smiles at him cheerfully in response.]
Now as to the what? Well...that's my business. But if you think you're the only one here with Power, you're sorely mistaken.
[Aw, Vholran she hasn't even dropped a Meteor on anything yet. A few harmless elemental spells aren't anything to be fussed about, surely?]