⏳ THE SCORCHING ISLE: Oracle Event One ⏳

[beleos]

ARRIVAL

All Bearers have heard whispers of them - the Oracles. Mysterious and unknown entities of an abstract nature, they serve as the heart of each faction’s cause - both as a means to an end and a very real stepping stone in achieving their objectives. To claim an Oracle means growing ever closer to victory: to see your homes restored as they were, or to herald in a new one of your making.

So you go.

A Cornerstone has been set up for each faction; one for the Zenith and one for the Meridian in Yima’s manor and Heliopolis, respectively. They warn you that upon transportation, your safety cannot be guaranteed and there is no telling what waits for you beyond - to be prepared. To make sure you have whatever you deem necessary with you before you go, as there is no telling when - or how - you will be coming back. CONTINUED HERE...

NOTES

Upon your arrival, you woke up with an HOURGLASS NECKLACE. Please refer to the Time Mechanics on the OOC Summary and bottom of this post for details on its usage.

The COURTYARD is frozen in time. Player Characters and the Great Tree are the only signs of moving, free life in the courtyard. During the intro, time magic does not work.

Characters are free to investigate but cannot move beyond the courtyard if you choose a prompt during the intro. You may mingle among your fellow Bearers or speak with [MR. TIBBS] if you so choose. (Also? LOOK AT HIM HELP)

Iconoclasts and Stargazers will notice Aspect benefits/detriments now.

All characters will be weak for the 24 hours - think like mild flu - and unable to leave until Mr. Tibbs has dispersed them. This is the time in which any threads with the NPC will be carried out.

The INTRO concludes with said dispersal of PC’s once interactions concluded. They will be sent to a location around the castle of your choosing; they are free to move about freely from here. Your prompts can start with you waking alone or in the presence of others - whatever you’d like!

Your character will innately understand how to use time magic from this point forward. It will come naturally to them, like a skill they were born with.

CASTLE: OVERVIEW (p a s t)

The Scorching Isles is home to the Atirat, a people of sea-dwellers who have the ability to walk on land. (Think mermaids with the ability to shift back and forth between human and mermaid forms.) As such, much of the Scorching Isles is covered in large bodies of blue water and glistening pieces of ice to accommodate their lifestyle.

THE CASTLE, however, is what dominates the landscape and it's where the Shard-Bearers will be spending their time. The white castle with colorful glass windows is obscured by a thick layer of clouds and fog. Nearly every location on the island has a thin layer of fog that rolls through it, which gives the entire Island an inescapable chill. The castle has artfully built rooms with a CAVALCADE OF DECORATIVE ICE, lavish mirrors, and white plants accented with blue decorations. Several portions of the castle are submerged due to the aquatic nature of the native residents.

And everywhere you go, you find them - STATUESQUE BODIES FROZEN mid-movement. They are haunting reminders of the power in your Hourglass - the very real power to decide their fates.

The castle has many winding paths to explore, as castles often do. There are sleeping quarters, HALLWAYS, a wine cellar, and a few large rooms presumably for diplomatic affairs. Players can use these rooms at their own leisure for whatever purposes they see fit. (Exploration, combat, or supply gathering.)

However, many of these rooms will require some strategy to access their full potential! Atirat were much more comfortable being underwater than many Kenosians may be. Therefore, rooms of higher importance may be COMPLETELY SUBMERGED or require swimming through an underwater pathway to reach them. Very minimal supplies will be kept out in the open for all to reach. More desirable supplies - such as warm clothing, small weapons, treasure, and the like - will be located past or within one of these flooded areas.

Players may gather supplies within and preserve their Sand or use their Sand to make other rooms accessible and gather whatever lies within! The larger the asset you attempt to unfreeze, the more Sand it costs - and the more drained/vulnerable you will be as a consequence, so choose your path ahead wisely.

Currently, a pervasive fog is preventing you from wandering beyond the Castle's limits. Should you try to venture past it, your Sand will rapidly be stolen and you will find yourself suffering the same fate as the islanders if you don't move back to safety quickly... However, if you ask Mr. Tibbs what lays beyond the mist - he will tell you about the thriving farmland, the once-bustling village surrounding the castle, and the beautiful coral reefs beneath it. Sadly, they're beyond your reach - but maybe if the Bearers decide to unfreeze them when the week is up...

LIBRARY (s a f e z o n e)

The ROYAL LIBRARY - A treasure trove of knowledge, history, and glimpses of a fractured past scattered throughout. The lower floor of the Library is void of much reading material and contains several intricate-looking art pieces on decorative pedestals.

A spiral staircase dominates the center of the room, with its once delicate structure overtaken by sheets of formidable ice; it leads you toward the upper levels where a sea of books awaits. There are isles and isles of books, most perched on intricately carved shelves. Many books lay in piles or are discarded onto the floor, and scattered papers are common throughout.

Curious Kenosians may pick out books from the shelves and read on various topics, but players may also pass through this room on their way elsewhere. This area will function as a safe haven where violence and the taking of others' Sand is not allowed; do not disturb the books or Mr. Tibbs won’t be happy!

NOTES

Characters who wish to receive a book with lore specific to the island may comment [HERE]. You will be RNGed a book from a pre-written list of topics. The books may give you a deeper look into the island, its inhabitants, and its history! (Only 1 book per player! Please assume all other books they read are about commonly-available topics.)

THE EATING PARLOR (p a s t)

There are no basic amenities on the island. No hot water, no warm beds, and no salacious magazines (that you know of. heh heh). That would make the Eating Parlour a wise stop for anyone. After all, this could be the perfect chance to procure some provisions!

The EATING PARLOUR has all the equipment one would need for meal preparation. Dried plants hang from the ceiling, and the walls are lined with mason jars filled with every strange manner of presumably edible thing (Is that a head over there? Hmm… maybe you should check).

The parlour also comes with a garden under a massive windowed dome so that the inhabitants could have fresh produce at hand. Many plants have withered, but there are some salvageable plants if you know how to look for them. But beware… Some of the plants have a strange blue glow. These plants can spell potential disaster.

If someone should make contact with these glowing plants, they will crumble into glass shards - glass that will quickly burrow its way under the skin and curse that person with Blight. Blight will make all resources within that person's vicinity slowly age and eventually crumble to dust. (Which I relate to on a personal level tbh.) Iconoclasts will be immune to its effects.

NOTES

Please see the "Blight" section below for more information on its effects.

TREASURE ROOM (f u t u r e)

Faint singing can be heard coming from this room. Once you hear the song, it dulls your senses and leaves you in a haze. There is no stopping your feet from guiding you to it through the doors and into the Treasure room. The door slams shut at your back, sealed with a wall of ice and magic.

Players will find themselves lured to an icy chamber bordered by a ring of cold blue fire. There is a deep pond that surrounds the platform you’ve found yourself standing on. Beyond its glassy surface and crystal clear water, one can glimpse all manner of treasures - from crowns, jewels, ornate statues in various statues of repair, scepters, spears, and books that seem impervious to the water's cold chill.

As you come to your senses, you will find yourself frozen in place and at the mercy of a large statuesque being before you. This beautiful and horrifying figure in a perpetual song is the SIREN, the only Atirat you’ve seen in person. She measures nearly 20 feet (6 meters) from her head to the tip of her long-finned tail. She cradles an icy shard in her arms, singing to it as if it were a child.

She sits serenely in front of a large hourglass filled with white sand, which is bordered by a spear and a lance. Emblazoned in faint text at the base of where she sits reads: “The future lies in our hands.”

NOTES

Welcome to the Siren’s Chamber! Players must use their wit, charisma, or some good ol' fashioned elbow grease to escape the room or break the Siren’s magic. The Shard that the Siren holds contains dormant time magic that players may activate by using the Sand within their necklace. Players can access the future in 5-second intervals and use whatever they find in that time period to escape their predicament.

For example, if they activate the shard by using their time magic, that shard will begin to glow blue. The room around them will shift, and it could change to a point in the future where there is a sword nearby. If you can grab it, now you have a weapon! When the 5 seconds are up and time returns to the present, you will still have that weapon on your person. You may also try verbal communication if you’d like. If your character is someone who would try and talk their way out of a situation diplomatically, they may give it a try!

It is up to player discretion/creativity to think of a scenario you’d like. Each “future" does not have to be the same across player encounters! What one group experiences may be tailored to the player wants (because branching timelines exist). Let your imagination run free!

HALL OF MIRRORS (p r e s e n t)

Should you reach the rightmost wing of the massive castle Library, you will find a door hidden in the very back of one aisle against a wall; it looks as though the door used to be concealed by magicks that have since dissolved.

The stairwell leads down and into darkness. Once you reach the bottom, shimmering light cast from an unknown source beneath sheets of glistening ice will illuminate your new surroundings; you are in a maze of mirror-like ice. This labyrinth is silent save for the quiet creaking of shifting ice that may disquiet you and leave you uneasy regarding the stability of this area… but it holds beneath your feet.

Mr. Tibbs had told you that the “Kaleidoscope” - where your Sand is counted - rests through here, so eventually, you must brave the journey. Is it a trick of the light? Maybe the product of an especially active imagination…?

Did you just see one of your reflections move without you?

NOTES

Please refer to the OOC Summary for details on the Hall of Mirrors!

THE BLIGHT and TIME MECHANICS

BLIGHT

Blight is an infliction that will age supplies and infect people with a creeping disease that steals their Sand. For objects, this includes weapons, food, and items like cloth. It will take a few days to deteriorate things beyond use - so watching your supplies and acting accordingly is in your best interest. Generally, it will make it more difficult for PC's to get by given that their already scarce resources will dwindle and deteriorate - especially since it's 'contagious' through touch.

The Blight will not act quickly enough to severely hamper infected persons, but repeated exposure will cause effects to a person's body - notedly protruding VEINS in the face and extremities, a lower body temperature, and increased agitation. These effects start out mild and grow more severe with each 'dose.'

Characters must touch an object/person that is Blighted to become inflicted with Blight themselves. When that happens, it will become easily identifiable as Blighted from the faint blue, shimmering outline around the infected subject, as well as the WITHERED, FROSTBITTEN or ashy appearance it takes as it progresses.

However, there is one single perk with Blight. (Or is it a perk?) Players will feel reduced impact by the cold surroundings, making the climate around them somewhat more hospitable. Beware of falling victim to a chill you can't feel...

TIME

To use your Sand, each character is granted access to and innate knowledge of a spell they channel from their Shard that automatically manipulates their Hourglass. This allows the remote control of Sand (aka gathering and dispersing), as well as the ability to pull Fragments of time from Shards.

Fragments are literal pieces of you taken from your Shard. They manifest as memories or images displayed on little shards of broken glass (think of the memory being played out in real-time on the mirror's surface), and can be crushed to convert into Sand automatically, either voluntarily or by force. The only stipulation is that the parties must be close to one another, and the Fragment must be exchanged while both Bearers are still. This means someone has to give it to you, or you need to immobilize them before you take it - one way or another.

Once the Fragment is crushed, the memory and associated time of that person's life is lost and your character will suffer amnesia until the Oracle is claimed. How deep this goes is up to you; they could lose a large chunk of time - even all their memories surrounding a person or place for a big payload of Sand, or they could lose very little for a meager net gain.

Sand is automatically gathered or distributed by your Hourglass and added/subtracted to your running total. No need to micromanage. Convenient!

Please note that using Sand to unfreeze anything (resources, a door which can be then opened, etc) is an unpleasant experience. Each time you use Sand in this way, your character will be left feeling weakened and flu-like for an hour or two, which will leave them vulnerable. This effect stacks and scales up to outright KO-ing them for a few hours if they go crazy, so unfreezing too large of an area is off the table!

NOTES

• An OOC POST will be coming shortly explaining how Sand is going to be tallied and the Oracle claimed.
• Should your character attempt to unfreeze any NPC's, please respond [HERE]. NOTE: unfreezing NPC's may result in physical violence with CW's for severe mental instability/illness and a potential reference to self-harm.
• HAVE FUN!!!

CODING

Comments

douman is truly shaped like a Wife

[shisho]

[ The icon of freaking death itself advances on him, and Reigen goes on the retreat. He fumbles his way backwards, attempting to reach the door he'd entered through, only to find he's at an angle, and that his back has wedged itself into a slim alcove between a countertop and the pantry beyond. He holds the stockpot in front of him like a shield, anything to maintain distance between himself and the creature bearing down on him.

( Douman sounds like cicadas shrieking in the woods near his grandparents' home, the need to set up blocks of ice in pans before weakly-pumping table fans in order to keep cool, tugging at the loose neck of a tanktop, stumbling through the trees and falling, skinning your knees, as you bleed from where you'd been punched in the nose by a kid twice your age who didn't like how mouthy you were. So you bleed on some random, forgotten shrine in the forest and try not to think anything vengeful at all, because what if something hears. )

Also, he's FUCKING STRIPPING HIS CLOTHES OFF -- THIS IS SEXUAL HARASSMENT. ]

Your soul's in the shape of a magatama? What are you, some kind of Shinto priest?

[ He asks it, because he's familiar with it. Not because he thinks this frighteningly overbearing beast before him is a priest, not a proper one. Reigen's probably more of a priest than Douman-of-now, and he's only taken correspondence courses online for the general vibe of it.

Also, he is bright red. Very sweaty. Douman is intimidating AND has the Blight, and Reigen really does not want to catch it -- he has Atirat who need him. They can't contract the Blight, or someone'll eliminate them all. ] Okay. Okay, I believe you. You can be a Shard-Bearer and the specter of death, the two things aren't mutually exclusive. I accept you, we're cool.

your personal bad end otome route

[ragou]

[ Good questionー what is he? Displaced, power-stripped, discarded, disgraced, and now Blighted. An alter ego of something already wicked, a crumbling specter of an already-dead soul. Morbid fever thoughts; it's been so long since Douman's ever felt like this.

He towers over Reigen, just on the cusp of being in an intimate space. Two and a half feet from touching, an arm's length away from digging his claws into the blubbering stranger's soft neck and sinking in, feeling how his throat constricts against fingers.

Douman wonders if Reigen would turn to dust, if touched. ]

Mmmmm...?

[ Coy, and still half-naked. Douman's palm finds the wall behind Reigen, cloistering him with the cold. ]

You misunderstand meー I'm merely a humble onmyouji, looking to extend my services to those would would need them...

...though, ah, I suppose my curiosity sabotaged me today. How imprudent... perhaps it would be better if you put me out of my misery!

[shisho]

[ Pointedly, he keeps his eyes on Douman's face. Ah, no -- he's weirdly pretty. He lowers them. Ah, shit -- that's right, he's half naked and handsome there, too. Okay, he can do this, just... look through one of the curls of Douman's hair and fixate on a nebulous spot in the distance that isn't the guy himself. He can survive this, he can survive this.

It's not the threat of death that's making him shake, it's the fact that he's allergic to handsome-and-or-pretty people; normally, it's just the women, but there's something to Douman that shouldn't be. ]

We're in the same line of business, then. Spiritualists, who perform services.

[ He should shove the pot over Douman's head.

Instead, he relinquishes his grasp on one of the handles in order to fish around in the depths of his fat, faux-down coat and produce one of his endless business cards. Except that he thrusts it into Douman's line of sight, even as the wall behind him shudders at the impact of that very meaty hand. Big hands. Big guy.

For all his nervous energy, Reigen won't ever be the one who flinches first. ]

Look, it's cool. I forgive you, you're absolved. Just calm the whole --

[ He gestures, top to bottom, doing his best NOT to make eye contact. ]

Thing. The thing you're doing. I could really mess you up, if you come any closer, and I'd like to keep things cordial between us. We're not in direct competition yet, Mister Onmyouji.

[ragou]

[ A business card. Silence stretches between them after it's proffered, an open and honest consideration amidst all of... this, whatever the fuck it is. The unhinged, Blight-crazed impatience in Douman settles as his dark eyes brush over the familiar shape of his homeworld language (Japanese, he notes with distant satisfaction); for a while, his focus floats around leonine instead of threatening.

「霊とか相談所」, and 霊幻. This stranger's name is so on-the-nose that Douman wonders, momentarily, if it's a pseudonym, and the thought makes him laugh. As genuine as someone like him can be. ]

Ah, ah... I see, hm!

[ Long fingers pluck the crisp card-stock from Reigen's hand. "A new star", he mouths. ]

My apologies, Reigen-dono. Quite embarrassing, to have acted so brashly in front of a fellow Spiritualistー I barely escaped death by the skin of my nose, it seems.

[ Stepping back, palms up. The business card crumbles between his blue-shimmering fingers, oops. ]

Mm, mm. Reigen... "rei"-"gen". What a charming name, a charming name indeed.

[shisho]

[ Yeah. YEAH, DOUMAN. His name is a giant SIGN to anyone who wants to read it; a mocking little pun, a demonstration of the core of his character. Douman is a half-naked threat, one that Reigen wants to get away from as quickly as possible, and in order to do that, he has to be the wildcard. Force won't cut it, diplomacy probably won't either. He has to tip the scales in his favor, and the only way he knows how to do that, is by talking. At length. With the hypnotic motion of his hand punctuating the flow of his conversation.

Or, his hands would be moving, if he wasn't still using the put as a barricade between his figure and Douman's own. That's a lot of chest, and all of it's muscular. Fucking hell, he needs to stop looking. It's like getting a glimpse of that centaur woman from afar, with her breasts bound up tight in wraps. It feels stolen, even if Douman's there - flaunting it.

( Oh. Maybe that's what he can do -- ) ]

Y-yeah, you've got that right. I'm the best in my field and then some, even monks know better than to challenge me.

[ ( He watches the card crumple between Douman's fingers and thinks -- shit, he better NOT touch him, then. ) It'll have to be the salt, then. Reigen shifts the stock pot finally, to his hip and ducks his head as though he's preparing to walk out from underneath Douman's outstretched arm. ]

I'm a charming guy, what can I say? You have my name now, how about your name in exchange? And put your shirt back on, you're Blighted to all hell but you're still going to suffer in the cold.

my god, apologies for the delay!! thanks life

[ragou]

[ Douman's patience lingers long after his charm wears thin; his ability to master his own emotions is questionable at best, but he practices enough self-restraint to not brush his hand down, to lay his large hand on the crest of Reigen's shoulder and push the Blight into the so-called Spiritualist.

Might be fun. A race to see who can beat the plague first, or die trying. Douman's trying to figure out which might serve him better, but for the time beingー

ーhis hands go up in the universal sign for surrender. ]

Your concern is touching.

[ Thank you for your concern for Douman's rock-hard nips, Reigen, what a bro. That said, Douman doesn't make himself decent again, because he's a piece of shit; he just sweeps his arm across that bare chest, emulating something anachronistically Western as he bows his head in deference. After he lets Reigen step to the side, that is. ]

As for my name... mm! Perhaps you've heard of me, being in the business of spiritualism!

[ His smile splits, Cheshire. ]

They call me Ashiya Douman. A humble onmyouji, once heralded in the Heian court, exiled ignobly to Harima for treasonー a monk of many talents, I fear!

IT'S OK FRESHY pls survive...

[shisho]

[ Sorry, Douman. Even if you Blight him, he's gonna DIE AT THE END OF THIS EVENT ANYWAYS, LIKE A MORON.

Even as he shuffles to the side, intent on calling Douman's bluff ( — probably not a good idea to do that often, as the clown seems real keen on being chaotic ), he freezes on his toes. That name. The image of a rolodex spinning rapidly fills Reigen's mind, full to bursting with occult information gleaned from practical experience, online courses and extensive research provides him, quite rapidly, with what he's looking for — ]

2/2

[shisho]

[ He staggers against the counter, trying to strike some sort of 'cool guy pose' as he flicks his fingers towards Douman. Finger guns, hey there. Time to salvage his rep. ]

— is there anybody in the realm of spiritualism and the occult that wouldn't know you? Ashiya Douman, a figure both known and unknown. Everyone knows you were real, but so much about you is a mystery! I didn't realize you'd look so uh,

[ Indecent? ]

Eccentric! And handsome! And frightening, but then again anyone who rivaled Abe no Seimei's got to be a hell of a striking guy in all ways! How would someone from the Heian period end up here, anyways? What a power that Yima's got, if she's able to fish you out of the Heian and me from an era a thousand years into your future!