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The Seeds of Unrest: the Iconoclast Oracle
RUNNING OUT THE CLOCK
The situation is bleak.
The Blight - and the massive labyrinth of roots tearing both cities asunder, spreading deadly flowers wherever they penetrate - have progressed to a point beyond catastrophe. People are dying in rapid numbers. Bearers are having difficulty keeping up with the spread of infection - even among one another. The collapse of Kenos seems inevitable; a cure will not come in time. You can do nothing but watch as each new day brings further disaster, ticking down the seconds until it all falls apart.
And then, you feel something seize your Shard. As if physical fingers have wrapped around it, as if it is being clutched through you by invisible hands, you feel invaded. You feel wronged. But before you can panic, a voice enters your mind through Communion.
“Excuse the dramatics, but there isn’t much time for pleasantries. The Trees are about to hit the point of no return. But there's still work to be done. The Tree of Life will take you where you can find it: the Oracle and the creature causing all this mess. Fix this when you find them. However you'd like.”
Have you heard Aetos’ voice before? Perhaps it is the first time; perhaps it is familiar to you. Either way, the last thing you will remember is a confusing jumble: a spell of immense and incredible power, one utilizing the Tree’s strength to shelter you. The sensation of every cell in your body coming alive, yet seeming to break apart and render you into billions and billions of tiny pieces, all hovering in different times and places across all the different iterations, timelines, and realities in which you have ever existed. A voice that speaks not through words asking your forgiveness, unspeakably sad.
And then, there is nothing.
The Blight - and the massive labyrinth of roots tearing both cities asunder, spreading deadly flowers wherever they penetrate - have progressed to a point beyond catastrophe. People are dying in rapid numbers. Bearers are having difficulty keeping up with the spread of infection - even among one another. The collapse of Kenos seems inevitable; a cure will not come in time. You can do nothing but watch as each new day brings further disaster, ticking down the seconds until it all falls apart.
And then, you feel something seize your Shard. As if physical fingers have wrapped around it, as if it is being clutched through you by invisible hands, you feel invaded. You feel wronged. But before you can panic, a voice enters your mind through Communion.
“Excuse the dramatics, but there isn’t much time for pleasantries. The Trees are about to hit the point of no return. But there's still work to be done. The Tree of Life will take you where you can find it: the Oracle and the creature causing all this mess. Fix this when you find them. However you'd like.”
Have you heard Aetos’ voice before? Perhaps it is the first time; perhaps it is familiar to you. Either way, the last thing you will remember is a confusing jumble: a spell of immense and incredible power, one utilizing the Tree’s strength to shelter you. The sensation of every cell in your body coming alive, yet seeming to break apart and render you into billions and billions of tiny pieces, all hovering in different times and places across all the different iterations, timelines, and realities in which you have ever existed. A voice that speaks not through words asking your forgiveness, unspeakably sad.
And then, there is nothing.
AWAKENING
Your eyes open, gritty with the feeling of a long, deep slumber.
Perhaps it takes a moment to shake off the heavy veil of exhaustion, to recollect what you were doing before you fell into this state of hibernation - but as soon as you do, you feel an immediate sense of foreboding around you. It is thick in the air, oppressive and pervasive, and you aren’t left long to wonder at its source. You lay beneath the branches of the Tree of Life, but as your bleary eyes focus… you see it. The Tree is all but bereft of life. Its bark has withered down to gnarled wood, the soft lichen dried up, and the grass that should be alive beneath you is long dead and gone. There is not so much as a single leaf on its decaying branches.
It has been this way for a long, long time... you realize this with a feeling of intense dread as you see it - the beautiful expanse of stars, of the cosmos, of universes scattered like starlight above the tree's boughs, gone. In its place hangs a sickly, ominously low-hanging, and dying sun ready to sing the end of everything.
You can't help but wonder how long Kenos has been in this state, but a sense of gratitude fills you as you realize that the Tree expended the last of its energies to protect you, the Bearers, during your state of rest. Had Aetos worked with the tree to see you sent here?
The next question comes quickly: how much time do you have left…? And can you find the Oracle before that time expires?
Perhaps it takes a moment to shake off the heavy veil of exhaustion, to recollect what you were doing before you fell into this state of hibernation - but as soon as you do, you feel an immediate sense of foreboding around you. It is thick in the air, oppressive and pervasive, and you aren’t left long to wonder at its source. You lay beneath the branches of the Tree of Life, but as your bleary eyes focus… you see it. The Tree is all but bereft of life. Its bark has withered down to gnarled wood, the soft lichen dried up, and the grass that should be alive beneath you is long dead and gone. There is not so much as a single leaf on its decaying branches.
It has been this way for a long, long time... you realize this with a feeling of intense dread as you see it - the beautiful expanse of stars, of the cosmos, of universes scattered like starlight above the tree's boughs, gone. In its place hangs a sickly, ominously low-hanging, and dying sun ready to sing the end of everything.
You can't help but wonder how long Kenos has been in this state, but a sense of gratitude fills you as you realize that the Tree expended the last of its energies to protect you, the Bearers, during your state of rest. Had Aetos worked with the tree to see you sent here?
The next question comes quickly: how much time do you have left…? And can you find the Oracle before that time expires?
ABANDON HOPE (DAYS 1 & 2)
The cornerstones are still active and will take you to whichever city you wish to see.
Highstorm and Springstar sit like empty monuments to the cities that were once filled with life - yet the first thing you will notice is they are strangely absent the signs of the Tree’s overgrown roots, the Blight, the catastrophic damage that you can recall all too easily. Instead, each city sits as those they were summarily abandoned overnight, leaving nothing but their shells behind. There is a stillness in the air that is unnatural and unsettling. Despite the lack of any sign of the citizens of either city, you cannot help but feel… watched.
Something terrible happened here. Best you find the Oracle before something terrible finds you, instead.
The burning of a dying sun beats down on you wherever you go, unbearable heat sending waves off the aged cobblestone streets. Perhaps it is your instinct to seek refuge in the shade - but linger too long about the shadows and that feeling of eyes on your back, of being unable to breathe, of your world closing in around you will grow untenable and drive you back into the light. If you hope to explore the ghostly shell of your city in search of the Oracle - or to sate your curiosity, some problem-solving might be in order.
And while you acclimate yourself to your circumstances, you cannot help but note you feel wrong inside, somehow…
Highstorm and Springstar sit like empty monuments to the cities that were once filled with life - yet the first thing you will notice is they are strangely absent the signs of the Tree’s overgrown roots, the Blight, the catastrophic damage that you can recall all too easily. Instead, each city sits as those they were summarily abandoned overnight, leaving nothing but their shells behind. There is a stillness in the air that is unnatural and unsettling. Despite the lack of any sign of the citizens of either city, you cannot help but feel… watched.
Something terrible happened here. Best you find the Oracle before something terrible finds you, instead.
The burning of a dying sun beats down on you wherever you go, unbearable heat sending waves off the aged cobblestone streets. Perhaps it is your instinct to seek refuge in the shade - but linger too long about the shadows and that feeling of eyes on your back, of being unable to breathe, of your world closing in around you will grow untenable and drive you back into the light. If you hope to explore the ghostly shell of your city in search of the Oracle - or to sate your curiosity, some problem-solving might be in order.
And while you acclimate yourself to your circumstances, you cannot help but note you feel wrong inside, somehow…
EXPLORATION
- If your characters choose to explore previously unreachable areas, please use THIS TOPLEVEL to report when they get there in the thread! We will get back to you with what is discoverable in that location.
- The following areas are off limits for exploration: below Yima’s Manor; below the Church of Heliopolis; Alenroux; Kowloon.
- The Great Trees of both Highstorm and Springstar are in a similar state to the Tree of Life and will not respond to Communion.
- Generally speaking, items will be of poor quality. Most will look as though they’ve aged thousands of years. Others will be in half-decent shape, but sparingly so. Oddly enough, it doesn’t seem like the whole city has aged at the same rate, so especially diligent rummagers can find worthwhile supplies. Please consider this should be rare and don’t go overboard!
NOTES
Here are some prompt reminders - see the full thing at the OOC Summary!- Characters will have a diluted connection to the Zenith or Meridian.
- There will be periods powers are weakened or non-functional during days 1-2 (up to player discretion).
- The sunlight results in scorching; the shadows cause claustrophobia and fear while outdoors.
THE RITUAL (DAYS 2+)
The place you started your journey to Kenos is also where it seems it will end. As soon as the first Bearer makes contact with the Iconoclast effigy, you are collectively drawn to the roots beneath the Tree - like a pang sent through your Shard. Your objective has been found. The Oracle awaits.
Trusting Aetos seems like a fool's errand, but you must put your hope in the Tree. What choice do you have left? It's time to find what lies at the end of this.
Bearers descend, your steps echoing in the dark, cavernous space. Once brimming with life and vitality, the roots are now dried and brittle like the bones of some ancient leviathan that died long ago. As you make their way deeper into the earth, the deadened roots twist, leading you to a vast chamber deep within it; the air here is thick with the smell of decay, and the faint glow of luminescent fungi and mosses barely illuminates the space.
To your left, the Bearers will notice what has drawn them here - and the object of their search.
An effigy sits on the ground between two darkened tunnels. The effigy is made of gnarled, dead branches woven together in a humanoid shape; its hollow, empty eyes are sightless, yet you cannot help but feel it is watching your every move. Branded on its forehead is the Iconoclast symbol carved into the rough wood.
Once all Bearers are present, the Ritual will begin. Your means of exit have been sealed off, and you are trapped, slowly deteriorating together…
Trusting Aetos seems like a fool's errand, but you must put your hope in the Tree. What choice do you have left? It's time to find what lies at the end of this.
Bearers descend, your steps echoing in the dark, cavernous space. Once brimming with life and vitality, the roots are now dried and brittle like the bones of some ancient leviathan that died long ago. As you make their way deeper into the earth, the deadened roots twist, leading you to a vast chamber deep within it; the air here is thick with the smell of decay, and the faint glow of luminescent fungi and mosses barely illuminates the space.
To your left, the Bearers will notice what has drawn them here - and the object of their search.
An effigy sits on the ground between two darkened tunnels. The effigy is made of gnarled, dead branches woven together in a humanoid shape; its hollow, empty eyes are sightless, yet you cannot help but feel it is watching your every move. Branded on its forehead is the Iconoclast symbol carved into the rough wood.
Once all Bearers are present, the Ritual will begin. Your means of exit have been sealed off, and you are trapped, slowly deteriorating together…
NOTES
- Bearers will have access to the Ritual Chamber which is a very wide, open space with the effigy situated against the far wall from the entrance. Several smaller tunnels off-shoot from the Ritual Chamber. They all run to dead ends; some are very small or narrow. This may afford you meager privacy away from the group.
- Once a Bearer steps into the Chamber, they can no longer head back out the way they came. They’ll find themselves automatically walking back into the Chamber as if of their own volition.
- For brevity’s sake we won’t list them out again here, but the complete description of effects Bearers will experience days 2+ is available in the OOC Summary.
- The effigy is impervious to damage.
- It Is Watching You.
- In a dead-end root tunnel attached to the Iconoclast’s Chamber is the Blighted statue of an Otter that may be familiar to some… Please see THIS TOPLEVEL for more information!
THE PURGE (DAYS 5+)
The sap has festered in your veins for what feels like days. It’s impossible to tell how much time has passed; this place has no sunlight. The effigy watches as you remain trapped, huddled together around it, unable to leave as you find yourself sick with the affliction of the Meridian, Zenith - or both.
And then… something finally gives.
Though it does not move and speaks no words, you feel the effigy offering you guidance. Knowledge. Much like the Tree speaks to you in impressions and feelings, you are conveyed wisdom you did not have before: a way to take what you want and rid yourself of what you do not. A way to make your convictions known to all who would hear them. A way to be known. To write your path in blood, be it yours… or theirs.
When all is said and done, only one force - Zenith or Meridian - will gain its favor.
Show it who you are. Show it what resolve looks like to you - and what you are willing to do to attain it.
And then… something finally gives.
Though it does not move and speaks no words, you feel the effigy offering you guidance. Knowledge. Much like the Tree speaks to you in impressions and feelings, you are conveyed wisdom you did not have before: a way to take what you want and rid yourself of what you do not. A way to make your convictions known to all who would hear them. A way to be known. To write your path in blood, be it yours… or theirs.
When all is said and done, only one force - Zenith or Meridian - will gain its favor.
Show it who you are. Show it what resolve looks like to you - and what you are willing to do to attain it.
NOTES
Here are some prompt reminders - see the full thing at the OOC Summary!- You can Purge your alignment through various methods: Trading, Corrupting, or using the Effigy itself.
- All characters will understand the end goal is for everyone to Harmonize; the alignment with the higher rate of Harmonized Bearers alive when time’s up wins the Oracle’s favor.
NOTES
- A reminder that the Harmonization tally will take place on Friday, the 19th and be open through Monday, the 29th. The results will be released on Wednesday, the 31st OOCly.
- Don’t forget to submit any deaths to the Death Tracker, with a gentle reminder characters will remain dead until the event conclusion!
- Reminder to fill out the SETTING POLL ASAP if you haven't already!
- Have some MUSIC if you'd like. LYRICS here!
- HAVE FUN!!
cw men are arguing about pps dont look anymore
That's a terrible way to protect him, sorcerer! It made you both MORE susceptible to influence, you ought to have just run away back to Zenith and hid under the skirts of your other mommy.
[ nag nag scold scold, it's kind of fun to rag on a guy like this??
Dark hooks away from him, and he pursues. Heedless and hunting, because no matter how gross this man is, the fact is that he must also be locked in Effigy as well. If he does not want Lucien to go to Zenith, this was the poorest way to protect him; he should have just traded, not given himself up to be swayed to one side or the other. ]
And stop touching yourself, we were talking about a girl that Lucien likes. And that you have to like because he does, why did you have to make it weird? Lucien is not the only one endangered like this. You are as well.
[ Firmly, he tugs on a lock of that white hair. Like a bird yanking on a wolf's tail. ]
Look at me, Dark. I asked you a question before.
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Shut up. If it’d been a Zenite talking to me right now and not some pale-skinned, cat-dog-jackal-god person from Meridian, we would’ve been reharmonized already.
[ He does not look at Set when Set tells him to. He stares ahead of himself instead, hunched over like a sumo wrestler with both hands on the sides of his folded knees. ]
—I don’t live for Yoko…
[ He mutters. ]
But a world without her in it would suck. If she’s in either one, I don’t care which it is. I’m not scared of gods, demons, or anything else. I’m scared she’s gonna bitch at me for not taking her back to our world, even if it’s a terrible one. She’ll miss all the people she grew up with if I don't.
[ It’s the reason this is all so annoying. Because what he wants is to give Yoko what she wants. ]
But it’s not like Lucien and I dislike any of the people we met here, either. Who knows, maybe he’ll fall in love with someone else. He’s only a kid, after all.
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You could always give us a try, some time. I would not ask for something permanent, but to know how it feels to be Meridian could be informative to you. It might soothe the uncertainty in your heart, either by assuring you that Zenith is truly right for you, or providing something you might be missing.
[ He loves experiences, he seeks knowledge. Were he able to take a day trip and be Zenith, he would; there is no doubt that what Set suggests is not a manipulation of sympathies, or a promise of worlds reignited and returned to. It is knowledge, and it is the pursuit of answers — both the world's, and personal ones. To that end, he truly cannot get out of Dark's hair, or presence. There is a child within him, and crude as he is... there is someone he misses.
So, cautiously — he reaches up to the crown of that white hair, and softly draws his fingers through it. Once, twice, to comb out a metaphorical tangle with the prick of his nails and patience he feels waning rapidly, for he is incapable of maintaining such calm for long. He is a god of battle and chaos, not tenderness. ]
Sometimes, we want things for ourselves. Men like us will always, always have the power to take what we want. And that strength can be used for others, to protect and impress them. Not everyone is like us, Dark. We must be amazing for them, I think.
[ He tugs his fingers free, at the ends of that mane of white hair. ]
Maybe he will, and Yoko's wishes can finally be just a dream to you both.
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In the moment that follows, it is rare for him to be so silent. Dark considers Set’s suggestion, to explore Springstar, or try Meridian out— just for the funsies of it all, if you will. Said thought is not dismissed. It will stick there like glue, haunting him in his idle moments of boredom in Highstorm going forward.
For now, though, he is stubborn. He will not do as Set suggests because he doesn’t want Set to think he is following his word! Dark is ridiculously petty that way, and must do most everything on his own terms...
Something said, though, makes him snort. Dark's lips curl, pointed teeth showing themselves when he barks out a quick laugh. He’s as chaotic as he is free. He claps Set’s bicep with his hand as if he has told him a funny joke. ]
Gyahaha, speak for yourself, war god! I’m too selfish for any of that, and not obligated either. I’m amazing for me. As if I'd give a fuck about anyone else!
[ He laughs, and he laughs. At the same time, a foreboding outline of Lucien’s small, child form flickers in the back of the mind space, ghastly and unhappy with the statement. The familiar face, disapproving and somehow far more adult than ever, watches Set before he’s muffled and choked out of existence by Dark’s dominating spirit. ]
You can stay stuck to your celestial virtues all you want, but I’m always here, and anywhere else, to do what I want. That’s why you’re not having fun with any of this and I am! Being a god sucks.
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You already told me you give a fuck about someone other than yourself, sorcerer.
[ Her name is Yoko. She has red hair like Set, would miss her friends in a new world, and is loved by both Dark and Lucien. ]
I am having fun, though. I am having so much fun here, that I cannot wait to see what comes next! I will have fun speaking with you, and fighting you whether you are my opponent in arms or in opposition [ that is to say, he doesn't care if dark's on "his team" or not, he'd fucking throw down with him any time! ] I have fun watching over the battles that transpire and the hatred instilled in us, and I have the most fun listening to you be patently wrong about me.
[ Celestial virtue? Being a god sucks? Wow, Dark is so wrong it's almost sad. ]
Think about it. You and Lucien both, what harm could it do? If Zenith suits you truly, return to it. But, if you find that Meridian is where your power and awesomeness will truly shine? Just be the best and most amazing, and show Zenith what a great time they're missing out on from then on!
[ He plants a hand upon the line of Dark's collarbone ( do not look at the pp do not look at the pp uGHHFHFHF ) and grasps his shoulder in kind. ]
I will take my leave from you and Lucien, though. I did not come to sway you now, just to make sure he was okay. And maybe that you were too.
[ it's bullshit of him to say that, kinda??? but also true. gods yo, they're complex and contradictory ]
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Well okay then, Mister Set, LIFE OF THE PARTY, laugh like that more! Damn! You keep getting spiritual, and serious, and acting like a parent, and it's weird...!
[ UM, also... Dark conveniently forgets that Yoko exists right now— because he's stubborn and doesn't want his regular flip-flopping and contradictions to be called out. ]
Both of us are very fine, thank you. And okay, Jesus, bye I guess! Pretty sure I'll be seeing you again where ever anyway, even if I don't try.
[ Does Set even know about Jesus? The joke's going to be lost on him. ]
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What do you mean? You do not like me? I thought Lucien did, which meant I had won you over, too.
[ BOLD???
Though, before he goes, he does tug one more time on one of those bright, white locks — Dark's bangs, given a little yank. One more time, as if to taunt him a little. Alenroux aside, crudeness aside and the fact that Dark is a GROSS MAN, he has an attitude that Set enjoys — brash, bold and nasty. With a little hint of what Byleth called #tsundere. ]
Do not be scared, Lucien! Dark will protect you, and we will all meet again soon!