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ioduanlogs2018-07-10 03:56 pm
khuimods) wrote in ioduanlogs2018-07-10 03:56 pm
[EVENT] THE FOG COMES - Ship's Return
Characters: ALL
Date: July 10
Location: Aifaran Harbour
Situation: The Narrakra has returned, but those aboard are not the same as when they left...
Warnings/Rating: Creepy descriptions of things?
The night of the Narrakra's return, fog poured into Aifaran's harbour. It was thick, soupy and cloying in the summer heat, swirling and shifting with every change in the air, but never dissipating. Many Dreamfolk may feel heavy tension in the air, an eerie stillness about the night that seems unnervingly familiar. But beyond the occasional, inexplicable power outage, nothing seems to be otherwise amiss.
The Narrakra limps into the dockyard port on a single engine in the early hours of the 10th, steering itself erratically toward the nearest berth. The dock workers, having not expected to see a Sentry ship sliding out of the pea-soup fog, are quick to raise the alarm, which is hurriedly passed to a runner to bring to the nearest Sentry outpost. Heavy pylons keep the Narrakra from outright running into the dock itself, as the engine sputters and dies, leaving the ship without steering.
The ship itself is in poor condition, metal hull dented and scarred as if it had been in combat with some great sea beast. Deep gouges, like something had hurled sharp points into the metal sides and pulled, some even deep enough that glimpses of the hull's structural support can be seen. In other places on the exterior, what appears to be an advanced stage of corrosion and rust have affected sections of the ship, but not in any uniform way. A handrail might be corroded to the point of the metal disintegrating at a touch, but the stairwell next to it still gleaming as if it had just been put into place.
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OOC Notes: This is the culmination event for the Ships in the Night plot that's been ongoing for the last few months, although the outcome will play into future metaplot. Characters can witness the Narrakra's not-so-triumphant return at the docks, speculate on where it's been and what could have caused its disappearance, question the crew (if they can get past the Sentry), or sneak aboard the ship to do some reconnaissance and potentially find things...
Links: OOC Questions | On The Docks | The Survivors | Sneaking Aboard
Date: July 10
Location: Aifaran Harbour
Situation: The Narrakra has returned, but those aboard are not the same as when they left...
Warnings/Rating: Creepy descriptions of things?
The night of the Narrakra's return, fog poured into Aifaran's harbour. It was thick, soupy and cloying in the summer heat, swirling and shifting with every change in the air, but never dissipating. Many Dreamfolk may feel heavy tension in the air, an eerie stillness about the night that seems unnervingly familiar. But beyond the occasional, inexplicable power outage, nothing seems to be otherwise amiss.
The Narrakra limps into the dockyard port on a single engine in the early hours of the 10th, steering itself erratically toward the nearest berth. The dock workers, having not expected to see a Sentry ship sliding out of the pea-soup fog, are quick to raise the alarm, which is hurriedly passed to a runner to bring to the nearest Sentry outpost. Heavy pylons keep the Narrakra from outright running into the dock itself, as the engine sputters and dies, leaving the ship without steering.
The ship itself is in poor condition, metal hull dented and scarred as if it had been in combat with some great sea beast. Deep gouges, like something had hurled sharp points into the metal sides and pulled, some even deep enough that glimpses of the hull's structural support can be seen. In other places on the exterior, what appears to be an advanced stage of corrosion and rust have affected sections of the ship, but not in any uniform way. A handrail might be corroded to the point of the metal disintegrating at a touch, but the stairwell next to it still gleaming as if it had just been put into place.
---
OOC Notes: This is the culmination event for the Ships in the Night plot that's been ongoing for the last few months, although the outcome will play into future metaplot. Characters can witness the Narrakra's not-so-triumphant return at the docks, speculate on where it's been and what could have caused its disappearance, question the crew (if they can get past the Sentry), or sneak aboard the ship to do some reconnaissance and potentially find things...
Links: OOC Questions | On The Docks | The Survivors | Sneaking Aboard
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"What just happened?" Miles demanded when it was safe to return. He hadn't wanted to pester Leo when the kid clearly looked like he'd been on the wrong end of a tequila bender, but his curiosity was coming out. "You okay? I told you not to touch that, man."
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"We have no idea where this ship has been," she called back, "Nothing here can be considered normal or harmless. Tread carefully."
She'd do well to heed her own advice, but the next room held a rather large skeleton, it seemed largely intact, but slightly scattered. Long fangs and hooves that didn't seem like they should belong to the same beast. If only they could put the pieces back together, if there was a safe way to see what the crew had seen. Valdis ran a finger down one of the fangs, so focused on what it might have been that she almost didn't notice how the bones and hair moved as if to put themselves back into place. Her eyes widened and she drew her hand back sharply in confusion, accidentally cutting her hand on one of the teeth.
"Guys?" she hissed, wiping the blood off on her pants and examining the now healed finger, "There's something here."
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He shook his head as Miles talked to try and clear his head. He could overthink everything later. "I'm really sorry...remember when I said I had good eyesight? It's way more than that. Like curse from the gods amount."
Leo opened his eyes just enough for Miles to see the blue light shining through before Valdis spoke and he turned around. "What? But I didn't see the auras of any living things!"
He followed her into the next room as steadily as he could putting a hand out to Valdis' shoulder to stop him from bowling over into the skeleton. "Uhh, what's that?"
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He followed Leo into the next room and took in the whole situation with a glance - focusing on the important thing, which was, of course, Valdis looking at her hand in alarm. "You hypocrite, you give us shit for touching things, and I haven't even touched anything, and then you go touch...a skeleton that's coming back to life, cool, this is cool, this is fine and good."
His tone made it clear that it was in fact not fine and good.
CW: Animal death
Leo's hand on her shoulder broke her focus and she shrugged him off as the skeleton fell quiet, though more intact than before, as if the scattered pieces had moved of their own will.
"I don't know what that was," she reached out again, wiping her blood from the fang and wondering, once again, what happened to this strange creature. It's small, about the size and build of a goat, though more slender, like a deer. Its fur is black, and its hooves are cloven in three rather than two. But the bigger picture tells her nothing.
But the second touch sent a sharp jolt through her mind and everything changed.
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Fear.
The animal is restrained, its legs bound together and laying on its side. The crew members, so familiar, she knows them, she's seen them. They're looming over it. One of them holding a knife.
"Just get it over with," says Al'amar, looking away.
"No," says Nerrin, bending to light the candles. They're arranged in a circle along with several chalk markings on the floor and the animal struggles wildly at the center.
"It has to be done right." There's nothing but grim determination in Nerrin's voice.
The creature doesn't die a quick death. Things are incomprehensible in the blinding white-hot agony inflicted on it. But there is the feeling of something at last breaking, like the parting of clouds after a long storm, before it finally draws its last breath.
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The scents of the sea crash back in, but the terror of the creature was still forefront in her mind. Her entire body was stiff, her skin paler than it should be, she might even be shivering. Valdis had no idea what they had done. Or perhaps she did, and that made it all the more terrifying.
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"What the fuck, what the fuck!!!" Leo shouted, backing away from her and immediately hiding himself behind Miles. He pointed a shaking finger at where two planes of existance seemed to be clashing together, flickering with a powerful energy and scary images, Valdis' aura flaring up incredibly powerfully.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID SHE DO?!!" Leo absolutely wanted to leave, but did not want to just abandon Miles and Valdis here, so he just instead had a death grip on the taller reporter's arm.
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(If he had seen the sacrifice, he would have been out of there faster than you could say No Thanks. He'd had it up to here with rituals and all of that crazy shit.)
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" he said, jumping back. "Try not to scream in my ear, I need that!" He cleared his throat. "Valdis? Why am I the only one who hasn't touched anything, and, more importantly, what in the whole hell just happened?"
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"Jeg hører dem hviske navnet mitt. Igjen og igjen. Den hissing, blodrøde øyne. Banene til de døde åpnes. Stoppe. Bare stopp."
The hissing grew louder as the shadows darkened and twisted. Valdis put her hands over her ears, clenching her jaw, her eyes shut tightly as she tried to kill the images of the crew slaughtering the animal over and over. She continued to shake, trying to find a center, any center she could focus on instead of the death in the room.
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Her aura and the shadows were growing to extreme proportions and Leo clung to Miles' arm like if he let go he'd die. He wasn't sure that was untrue, but Leo knew he had to do something or Valdis and Miles would both be in danger.
Thinking quickly-or not thinking at all-Leo suddenly pushed Miles back, hopefully actually moving him away from what was going on before turning back. "Miles, get out of here! Valdis!"
Leo then rushed forward before his feet became paralyzed by the horrific site, hoping to knock straight into Valdis and at least snap her out of it.
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Leo rushed forward before Miles could, so he circled around - if Valdis went on the attack, he'd be ready for something. Whatever it was.
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"I'm sorry, Leo," she said as she let him up, her tone oddly even for following such a display, "I don't know what that was."
Her focus broken, the small pieces of the skeleton that had reassembled itself fell apart again. Valdis stared at it, trying to discern how she had seen the events leading up to it's death. A terrible death.
"We need to go," she said a moment later, "This place has been touched by darkness."
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Well, not really. Even if she threw the knife away, Valdis was still a scary person to be pinned down by, and he's pretty sure he was going to be covered in bruises again. "I don't know, someone tried to summon Satan from the looks of it! Are you okay? That looked pretty painful."
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Miles was entirely not here for rituals and all after his experience in Mount Massive. Hey, don't summon the Walrider, don't crucify and then immolate yourself, don't write on the walls in blood, maybe don't do any of that.
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Mostly because she had been seeing and feeling it's last moments as the creature itself. That should have left a bigger mark than it had, but shifting back to herself had been...easy. It was like she had gone walking through the memories of death, but somehow that had been less dangerous than through the living? She shook her head.
"We need to go," she repeated, "I don't like how this place feels. The Veil seems unstable."
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"It LOOKS unstable. Please, let's just get out of here, I swear we can explain later." Leo grabbed onto his fellow journalist's arm as attempted to drag them both out of there. "I firmly regret this decision."
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"If we're all in agreement, shall we fuck off?"
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"They didn't just kill it," she mused, thinking out loud, "It was like...they were trying to accomplish something. Trying to break the part of it that..."
She shook her head. She had no desire to go down that path, but the idea of a cult had appeared in her mind.
"How did they learn to do it?"