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daybreakacademy2020-05-20 05:47 pm
thewatchers) wrote in daybreakacademy2020-05-20 05:47 pm
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Into the Depths
INTO THE DEPTHS
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Something was riding, an omen of great things to come. Focusing on this lead, the Academy sent a team to follow the Dullahan on it's ride.
A. Descent
The Dullahan was persistent, and the more observant that followed would realize that the Fae was intentionally leading them through the thin veil into the Outlands. The surroundings get gradually less and less normal, less familiar until they’re fully into a place that doesn’t feel touched by humanity at all. The air has a strange, salty tinge that can be tasted on the tongue as strangely bare, bleach-white trees reach up into the sky, reedy tendril-like grass crunches under the feet, with bizarre flat and fan-like protrusions rising up and jabbing into the air. Be warned, however; careless contact with any of these features draws blood, they’re all rough-textured and sharp.
Here and there, more and more as the dullahan proceeds, bodies are scattered across the ground and the trees. None are human; in many cases, some aren’t even approaching humans. But they are all dead, without doubt, their pieces torn and scattered across what must have been homes once and are now broken craters, like wounds in the world.
B. Ambush
The unnatural horse suddenly halts, all four hooves planted in the muddy ground, snorting heavily. The headless rider does not try to force his steed on- instead, he readies his weapon.
“Thy mulish persistence begins to become tiresome.”
Utultar’s presence warps the world around him, like a cloak. His eye gleams red, and the sky itself seems to darken. The Dullahan’s horse screams a challenge and charges.
“Begone from my sight, insects.”
His assault is sudden and terrifying; a series of blasts that seem to tear apart the world, hungry and malevolent. The force of their deployment alone, not to mention the impact, is enough to throw people around like dolls, scattering them far and wide.
C. Aftermath
The light was blinding, and it felt as though you were lucky to be alive after it - let alone being able to stand. The strange bleach-white forest seems to stretch on forever, somehow looking dark and gloomy despite their stark color and the lack of foliage. On the pearl-white mud rose small trickles of a blue-black inky liquid that seem to roll rivets into a trail. Perhaps it will guide you to the others who have been separated - it’s better to find someone quick, as it’s unlikely that the Herald is the only threat in this place.
At points, the strange fluid suddenly stops, forming a small puddle before solidifying, lightening in color and warping, leaving a mask behind, and a soft whisper swims in the briny air, the opening to every story known, a promise of power and safety. Without the mask, the strange air makes it hard to breathe, and even harder to think; eventually, the pull will be too strong to resist.
Wearing a mask makes things seem brighter and more colorful; the physical world wavers, to be replaced by strange patterns and symbols and the sense that you’re inside a dream, or a storybook - a place both real and unreal. Following them will lead you to your fellow travelers, whose masks and minds have created colorful storyscapes in which you can easily slip into.
D. Water?
Eventually, as you walk through your own stories and each other’s, you’ll come to the edge of a vast, blue sea. Something as large as an island, imprisoned by three massive chains biting into the ground, wallows uncomfortably, making pained calls that echo across that vast space. Even from a distance, it’s clear to see: it bleeds the same deep, dark blue as the ‘water’ that surrounds it.
It wants to be free, that much is clear. And for those who look closely at the scraps and ruins that litter this vast shore, they may find clear hints to this being’s true nature, and the benefits to freeing it:
-A great deal of Utultar’s power to make and maintain a large library of contracts comes from bleeding this creature and bathing in - and drinking - a regular, fresh supply of its blood. Freeing it will weaken him significantly, setting back his progress to usher in Nightfall.
-The creature is a primordial fae called Nammu-Ninsiku, and was the first to Contract a being on Earth. It has the ability to change or nullify one condition of any contract and will grant one such ‘wish’ to the ones who have a direct hand in freeing it by putting on the masks. This wish can be transferred to a willing recipient if both parties are amenable and the original bearer doesn’t want the responsibility. This wish may have an additional price, depending on the magnitude of the wish; the fae will inform the wisher if this is the case. It will never be anything fatal or too high to pay, but it may well be significant.
-The dead Outlands beings scattered among the coral forest were attempting to free Nammu-Ninsiku, and paid for it with their lives. The dullahan was just one of many of these beings and has been looking for an appropriate way to dispense revenge since the initial slaughter.
Of course, you might just want to free it for being a creature in pain. It’s up to you.)
((OOC Post is over Here for questions or planning))
Chains are first come, first served! If you want to volunteer your character for a mask, reply to the relevant toplevel in whatever way suits your character best and treat it as a starter you can jump off of.
Chain of the Cursed
To put it on and become its bearer bestows you with the strength to change into a vast multitude of creatures and magical objects, and the weakness of forgetting the knowledge of the forms that came before.
((OOC: This mask can be worn by a player character. The bearer will gain a greater favour that can be used at any time, as well as the power of a new mask that takes on aspects of the bearer's personality and thematics.
To break the chain this mask belongs to, the character who wears the mask must be caught. In easily digestible terms, the mask grants the ability of shapeshifting not only into animals both mundane and magical, but objects with a capacity for movement, its only restriction being that all such animal and object forms must be capable of running away. Its weakness is that the more the bearer shifts forms, the harder it is to remember the form they originally were; they are effectively running away from themselves.))
Trickster God Incoming
[The mask is rather sharp and kind of pointy in is hands. Angled, but smooth like it could be anything and he would not know. Nothing too distinctive to tell him if it resembles one thing or another. He can sense the power from it, but it's too different for him to get a strong feel for it.
It's not the same as putting a protective mask or scarf over his face during a sandstorm., buy it's fine. He can work this. He's always been adaptable.
Yeah, adapt.
Like the desert. The desert always changes and Fox changes like it. Shifting. Looking for someone to test.]
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She doesn't draw her weapon (it's not that kind of story) but she announces herself, boldly, facing the stranger with a stony expression underneath her mask. ]
Who walks there?
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[The sands of the desert are calm for now but off in the distance sun is setting.]
Are you lost?
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I would ask you why you are lost. Did you not find your way here?
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The path I took was not foretold, nor was it given to me. I know not what awaits at the end of it, nor what you intend.
What is it that you want from me? [ It's always something. An exchange of some kind. ]
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[The tone of the voice is becoming lighter, more amused.] Because the sand gives and takes and remakes the world a new each day. Do you follow the invisible path and let the sands guide you or do you let your fate come to you?
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[ Her stance shifts, poised to spring. She can sense it, that impending challenge in the air. ]