⏳ THE SCORCHING ISLE: Oracle Event One ⏳

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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

[redsoil]

[ Though he places the weapon within reach of one who is an ally in name, Akua's request to examine the trident is met with the narrowing of Set's brilliant eyes and the thinning of his mouth. He had examined it in comparison to the other items within the armory, electing not to touch anything aside from it -- for it did not harbor the blue, biting cold glow of the Blight. Akua asks to examine it, and he almost feels insult. ]

Do you think I am incapable of discerning that on my own?

[ Perhaps it is due to the cold, that his tone borders on snappish. Hauled from the water, he feels the cold in odd bursts and patches, curbed primarily from reaching him in extremes by his divine nature. He may be limited, reduced, but there is a mightiness to him, a fey hardiness. Even as he asks the scathing question, though, he hauls his form closer to Akua, curling towards her with his bare knees and wrists, the trident held aloft from the ground so that it does not scrape audibly as he guides it to her own hands.

Even though he snags at resistance, it is because he's a freaking tsundere. In the wake of his mean little question, he murmurs: Very well. At your leisure. Because. She's smart to check and he's smart to take advantage of her abilities. To learn of them. It is why he comes to ask: ] What sort of power is it that you have, Akua? It seems widely varied and easy to apply to multiple situations.

[wolof]

[ Akua only folded her arms in front of her, and waited, when he snapped. One had to have a certain...demeanor when dealing with Villains, and Akua had been raised among it her entire life. It's only once he neared, his tone softer, when he acquiesced, that she nodded. It was not an over-confident look, but that of an ally.

She reached out to take it, before she pulled her hands away, and the weapon hovered before her, and she stepped back. It does not quite glow, but there is the sensation of the weapon being illuminated in some way, and her eyes dart across it, before she took a hand and reached -- through it -- as if she were searching through the core of the item. ]

It is.

[ She said, her tone frank. ] My gift is a once-in-a-generation level of power. I am the one percent, of one percent, of one percent, and only one sorcerer is my equal in my land -- and he just became a god.

[ Or should have, she hoped, if the Ealamael had not obliterated everything that lingered in Keter. ]

Trismegisteran sorcery is an exact form of magic, that uses the energy of the world around it, High Arcana, and complicated workings to manipulate the world around us. The only magic I do not have is that of portals to other worlds, and my ability to summon demons and devils.

I am afraid that this world has none to summon, and no place to summon from.

[ Her hands now moved within, fingers dipping both at the surface -- and within it -- as if she were picking at the core of it, and feeling about. ]

[redsoil]

Oh?

[ A sorcerer? A god? By the way Akua speaks of him, Set assumes he is to believe that this man was some manner of mortal who gained enough power to ascend to divinity. Goodness, some pantheons just let anybody through the door, didn't they? Only those of divine lineage were capable of such things among his family, in Set's experience; even Akua, who he did not doubt the might of, would never have had an ascendency ceremony to welcome her into the realm of the Ennead. No one born of mortal flesh would have the ability to hone a perfect mind or body, and thus could never conceptualize what it meant to be a literal force of nature.

At least, he is not rudely exposing these experiences to her. There are different lands after all, let alone different worlds, and he has always had a heart that sought out new experiences, new ways of being, new sights and knowledge. He knows that the Ennead does things one way, and that Akua's realm does it another. It is simple to conclude that all things are possible, and for him to hunger for more information -- more, that he can tuck away for another time.

He folds his hands against the ground, observing the way she plucks at the body of the trident - examining it with her abilities, utilizing her skill and knowledge. The red of his eyes betrays so much of that hunger in him, raking over the pretty arch of her wrists and palms, unblinkingly fixated upon her motions. He wants to see into the core of her, peel her open and find what power she speaks of. ]

Had you not been drawn into this conflict, would you have become a god, Akua?

[ Was it pure strength, or ambition, that would have pushed her to that rich, divine edge? ]

And what you are doing now, to the trident -- what is it? Do you only perform such feats on inanimate objects, or does it apply to living things, as well? Is it taxing, to use your skills? Do you tire, do you require particular nourishment to recharge?

[ The questions are feverish. Fiery and focused, rattled off ravenously. ]

[wolof]

[ Akua thrives on knowledge, and Set's own ravenous nature is one that she has often indulged in herself. Between her and the Hierophant, it's a wonder anyone ever left a room with the two of them in it without having their brains turned to paste. Catherine seemed to think it had been like being in a room with two people who spoke in code. The words themselves (mostly) made sense, but the arrangement of them didn't.

So even as her hands move, her eyes half-mast, she replies, her tone even, almost amused.

The thirst for knowledge, she understood, her own hunger for what Set's world and godhood were like something that she deeply wished to question, and would, given time. After all, gods were her...realm now, weren't they?

In a way, of course. ]

No, if I had not been drawn here, I would not be a god. My dear friend had been obsessed with apotheosis, not I. [ A tight smile. Perhaps... perhaps, if she had been younger, been given more time, found that Dread Empress had been something that bored her -- perhaps she would have followed in the wake of Dread Empress Triumphant, but she had not sought godhood either, even though she had been Neshemah's superior. She had stormed the hells themselves and vanished.

Then again, perhaps she'd found the gods below, for all her mighty campaigning. ] I would have been... An Intercessor. That is what we often called my...newfound twin. [ They were not Twins. The Wandering Bard -- the Intercessor -- had been as eternal as the Dead King. But now she was Providence, her role split, to give way for Calamity. ] Not for Gods of Calernia, or Creation, but for the Gods Below. The ones that cannot touch the fabric of reality directly, and therefore require...a unique touch.

[ A beat, and her hands moved, gently, as if she were pulling them out. } I can do it to living things, although I am no healer, but closer to a chiurgeon if I must. It is mentally taxing, and perhaps a touch exhausting after many hours of it -- but once I acquire food and rest, I am quite fine.