april event, phase one: seeds of unrest 🌱

[beleos]

THE BEGINNING

Summertime in Springstar has been on its way out, heralding the arrival of fall; winter has likewise given way to spring in Highstorm - at least, according to the calendar. Yet there is an unseasonable bite on the breeze - one growing as frigid as the mood among Meris and Zenites in their cities. Between Alenroux’s occupation and talk of ‘the Blight,’ worries have been on the lips of the citizens with increasing frequency - and with good reason. The reports of plant life dying, of objects crumbling, of people whose bodies are deteriorating are dominating the rumor mills and local papers.

Everything comes to a head early in the second half of Pelu.

After an unusual pocket of commotion in the Seat of the Tribune and the courtyard of Yima’s manor, an urgent announcement is made on behalf of both cities: both Great Trees have been quarantined, and no one is permitted in either location without clearance. New rumors spread of an ‘incident’ that saw those in the immediate vicinity of the Trees rapidly demonstrating symptoms of an illness that was becoming all too easy to identify. It had stricken with frightening speed; not long afterward…

The unrest had spread into the streets, and it wasn’t just about the Blight anymore.

Cetina and Kathova wasted no time in reaching out to the Bearers via Communion to offer them guidance from their leaders and incite them to action.

SPRINGSTAR: THE ROOT OF THE ISSUE

Day by day, changes unfold that render the city increasingly dangerous...

ROOTS:

Vine-like roots have begun to thread the streets, creeping upon and over buildings, spreading outward from the Tree in Heliopolis. Over the next two weeks, they will continue to grow in size and become more troublesome, slowly blooming ice-like leaves that radiate a sickly glow.

• GROWTH: Contrary to the Blight’s normal behaviors, some people and things around clusters of vines or leaves can experience a burst of vitality, growth, and splendor as if transforming to beyond peak condition. In a normal citizen, this may result in an almost manic level of energy, reckless behaviors, and aggression. In objects, they become more durable and efficient, but dangerously so - for example, a stovetop cooks faster but burns uncontrollably hot. In plant life, this results in overgrowth that can overwhelm and choke nearby flora, objects, or even people. Then, they burn out an hour after exposure and immediately succumb to a dire state of Blighted.


• CHILL: The temperatures will continue to drop throughout the next two weeks. It will be coldest where vines have clustered and outright dangerously so near where flowers have budded or bloomed in great numbers. This will force some people from their homes.

TIME POCKETS:

In seemingly random parts of the city, areas referred to as ‘time pockets’ have populated. There is no way to identify a time pocket but to stumble into one.

• REGRESSION: NPC’s in these areas will appear to freeze in time once a Bearer has breached the pocket’s radius but appear normal from the outside. Time within has halted at the point the pocket manifested ( typically covering an area like a city street or inside a single large building that sees regular use ). Objects can be freely manipulated but will not fall if thrown, etc.
  • The pocket cannot be left until the Bearer has achieved their objective. Attempting to exit the way they entered, they’ll run into an unseen barrier that is painful to the touch, a sensation of frigidity that travels to their Shard.
  • Their goal will be to locate a past version of themselves hidden from immediate view. This past version of themselves can be from any point in their lives but must be from a moment when they felt extremely vulnerable, isolated, wounded, or fearful.
  • Once finding this past version, they will feel the compulsion to either find a way to reassure their past selves somehow or kill them. Whether it is the Bearer themselves who performs these acts or another Bearer in their company does it for them, as long as their past selves are pacified enough ( to player satisfaction ) or dead, they will gain immunity to the pocket and may leave. The immediate area will remain frozen, however, and the past version will be revealed to be made of roots that will shrivel and die.
  • Note: Bearers will be able to see other Bearer’s past selves, even after they have been freed. Whether the past reflections are capable of speech while functional is up to player discretion.

HIGHSTORM: THE ROOTS OF CHANGE

The snows continue to fall over the city, feeling brittle against your skin...

ROOTS:

Vine-like roots have begun to thread the streets, creeping upon and over buildings, spreading outward from the Great Tree in Yima’s manor. Over the next two weeks, they will continue to grow in size and become more troublesome, slowly blooming ice-like leaves that radiate a sickly glow.

• SACRIFICIAL: [ CW: self-harm ] Where the roots snake and gather throughout the city, NPC’s in several locations are falling victim to the quiet, slow pulse of the flowers and their buds. They will sit and stare at the flowers for hours, unblinkingly, as their body begins to succumb to the Blight. If they are disturbed in any way - a loud noise, an attempt to move their person, etc - they will calmly look up from their worship and crack off a piece of their brittle body before returning to their reverie.
• In order to save them, a pair (or more) of Bearers must sneak up on the NPC - one using a pacifying spell given by one of the faction leaders while the other crushes the flower. If the NPC is not pacified before the flower is crushed, they will become hysterical and the Blight will rapidly consume them, causing them to perish. If they are pacified and the flower is not crushed, the spell will wear off within ten seconds with the same result.

• CHILL: The temperatures will continue to drop throughout the next two weeks. It will be coldest where vines have clustered and outright dangerously so near where flowers have budded or bloomed in great numbers. This will force some people from their homes.

TIME POCKETS:

In seemingly random parts of the city, areas referred to as ‘time pockets’ have populated. There is no way to identify a time pocket but to stumble into one.

• REFLECTIONS: NPC’s in these pockets are moving in surreal blurs, pieces of them moving forward as others move backward, some changing as if time were rapidly passing as others remain frozen still. The Bearers’ surroundings are distorted as if reflecting multiple realities simultaneously.
  • Their goal will be to locate a tall standing mirror situated alone in the center of the time pocket’s radius. The Bearer who first touches their reflection ( henceforth called “mirror-Bearer” ) will cause the world inside the pocket to suddenly stop, reflecting a comforting environment they have fond or pleasant associations with. The mirror will be gone.
• Something or someone the mirror-Bearer highly values, deeply misses, or sees as imperative to their character, goals, or desires will be present. If they make contact with this object or person, the Time Pocket loops and sends them back to searching for the mirror - but they will have no memory of this occurring. Their partner, however, will recall everything.
• Both Bearers will be released if five loops occur without the mirror-Bearer being stopped from causing the loop or if the mirror-Bearer is stopped from reaching their goal for five minutes ( willingly or otherwise ). The longer they refuse to make contact with this object or person, the more tempting and dire the need becomes inside of them.
• Once the Bearers are released, the Time Pocket disappears. If they manage to avoid contact with the temptation inside the Pocket, the roots and flowers in this area will be withered and dying, buying the NPC’s and buildings in this location some time. Otherwise, they will be thriving and dangerously blooming.
• Note: the mirror will not respond to the non-mirror-Bearer once it has been touched the first time.

ENTREE-TING HELP

The Tree of Life is in danger, and you know it. Both Yima and Cyrus have directed all Bearers who might listen to increase visitation to the Tree and monitor it for signs of the Blight - of its leaves changing color, of any frostbitten bark, of its roots withering.

And then, during a moment in which you find your mind at ease, at rest... you dream, even if dreaming is unnatural for you. You dream of yourself sitting beneath the massive bows of the Tree's breadth, at peace. The perpetual dawn's glow warms your skin in a way that seeps into your bones, leaving you certain you are safe from harm. The Tree reaches out, and though it cannot speak to you in words, you feel it is trying to convey a message: one of urgency. One of plea.

But you cannot understand...

Soon, the branches of the Tree are reaching out to others. You cannot see them, but you know they're there; a spiritual tether connects your Shards together, bringing you all into a place of wordless unity. And once your fellows have been summoned, you know what you are here for.

You feel it rather than see it: some meager, barely-there brush of something cold in the warmth of the island's comfort. The Tree is already infected, and the clock is running down for all of you.

When you wake to yourself, a feeling of dread not entirely your own will chase you, and you will find a single violet leaf in your hand.

MISC NOTES

• Bearers start with immunity to the Blight. They will not succumb to the effects of the Blight even if they handle the vines and flowers directly without precautions or care.
• The above effects will occur in small clusters and are not yet spread city-wide during phase one. The escalation of frequency characters will come across problematic clusters or Time Pockets will be slow building.
• For context, it takes about a month from infection to death or dissolution for the average person or object to succumb to the Blight. By the 21st, it will be three days to a week.
• Bearers will be directed by Cetina or Kathova to make efforts to protect the civilians and investigate the manifesting changes around both cities. Both factions are working on their own methods to attempt to counteract the Blight, but neither has produced a failsafe solution.
• The roots will remain mostly outdoors, for the most part, these first two weeks.
• Tensions will slowly ramp up in Alenroux, and there are checkpoints for any non-PC visitors to screen for signs of infection.
• Player characters who die inside the Time Pockets are dead and need their Shards brought to the Tree of Life for revival.
• HAVE FUN!! ♥

CODING

Comments

[hurricaneofblood]

Lame.

[ He pulls his hand back and looks over the empty plate in front of him. Should he ask for more food? Maybe. He's still hungry. Hungry and antsy. 'ch! ]

Blah, blah, blah. All you casters are the same with your Arts... magic. I can do this and that... just let us feel each other's blades rip through the other's body.

[ He tosses the plate down as soon as the steak shows up. Flamebringer gestures to it and asks for the same in a less than polite manner, "Oy, give me something like that, too, all right?" And he keeps clicking his tongue. ]

[helloween]

[ Dark stuffs steak in his cheek while considering. It's not hitting him with the same satisfaction that it usually does, but he'll keep eating it anyway. ]

Someone sounds jealous they're still playing with baby toys. What's it matter if it's a blade or a spell that cuts flesh all the same? You'll still get fucked up, it'll just be flashier and more fun. You can only cut someone up with a blade in certain kinds of ways until it all starts feeling the same. Ahhh, my arm. Ahhh, my cheek. Ahhh, I was stabbed. Ahhh, my eyes. Ahhh, don't cut that out...

[ The irony that he is sawing through his rare steak right now. ]

[hurricaneofblood]

What does it matter?

[ He props his chin up on his hand, looking out to see if there's anyone he could fight. At least he's the honorable sort that asks for a duel rather than just swinging his sword first. ]

You're right that it feels the same. I've cut down so many people that I no longer remember their faces or names. But some have real skill and power... those are the ones that I am capable of remembering and those are the ones I wish to fight most.

[ He leans back as he finally takes out a cigarette to smoke (like his icon, yatta). Flamebringer produces a small fire to light the end of it. ] It may all bleed into being the same, but there is real excitement against someone good and capable.

cw: drug mention

[helloween]

[ Chew, chew. Dark is thinking on what Flamebringer says, although half-assedly. As the notes of cigarette smoke catch in his clothes and in his hair, he pictures Rin's, Lucien's roommate and caretaker, reaction to the scent. He'll definitely be nagged and isn't looking forward to it. He squints unhappily at Flamebringer for bringing this cigarette out, but doesn't speak up because it feels to little boyish to complain. ]

You need a girlfriend, but what sucks for you is that I'm taking all the hot ones in this land for myself. You could try Madame Dee's, or at least pick up a hobby like tarot cards or something. I've got a buddy, Mr. Crowley, who's all about fortune-telling right now. We could also hit up the Drama Hole too, if you want to try some drugs for fun.

[ Anything but this obsession with fighting and blades. Dark is sick of Flamebringer's hamster wheel brain! ]

[hurricaneofblood]

[ The hamster wheel goes vroom. ]

I don't need a woman. [ He waves his hand, as he talks around his cigarette. ] I have something else that I do. It's gardening. You can learn a lot about life through plants. I've come to appreciate the battlefield more when I think of how fleeting the life of flowers is. [ The hamster wheel goes whee. ]

Are you trying drugs for fun? [ He pauses to blow a smoke ring out. It comes out more like a giant cloud and he shrugs his shoulders afterward. ]

[helloween]

Growing flowers is a sissy hobby.

[ Monkey man Dark and his primitive gender roles. ]

Then again, I guess tarot cards are kind of stupid too.

[ He's taking turns now, bashing everyone's hobbies! Nothing is cool enough for Dark Schneider it seems, but he at the very least isn't putting a lot of malice into the insults. They're lazy and bounce off easily. Extremely ignorable. ]

As for the Drama Hole, I'm more curious to see what's going on there and what that old man I met is cooking up. I've never needed drugs for power or a high— my magic's more than enough.

[ Chin scratch. He eyes Flamebringer. ]

He said he sells something called Shimmer there and that it's glittery, liquid power. He was a funny little dude so I just want to know what's up is all.

[hurricaneofblood]

Eh.

[ Rather than get explosively mad that his hobby is called 'sissy,' he shrugs. ]

There is much to be learned from plants. [ And he lifts his hand to slap Dark's chest - violently swatting at the man's titty. Enough to have it wobble a bit from the impact of his hand. ]

Need help checking out an old man?

[helloween]

Not checking out, checking up on. Like making sure he didn't fall in another river and burn out his other eye too, or making sure he didn't pop his hip.

[ Silco is funny, and as if he is a pet to be placed in random unwarranted social situations, Dark wants to see him interact with other people!

As Flamebringer nonverbally lets Dark know that it is okay for them to rough hand each other he, in exchange to having his chest slapped, lifts one of his arms to hook Flamebringer beneath and rattles him around a little. He pulls him close to his armpit despite the evergrowing accumulation of Discord.

Flamebringer's steak arrives at the two of them man cuddle. ]

Eat up, buttercup!

[hurricaneofblood]

Oh, he's like your friend. Got it.

[ He lifts his hand to give a finger-gun to him, but he is abruptly pulled in close and rattled about. It messes up his hair and if Dark isn't careful, his horn might end up piercing the man's face.

His hand lifts to press it against Dark's face so he can playfully push him away - with enough force to possibly knock him off the chair. He's got so much energy and is not sure what to do with it.

And somehow, Dark messing with him gets him even more revved up. Growing Discord, indeed! ]

Right away, sweetheart!