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ioduanlogs2019-02-06 06:23 pm
redlightgreenlight) wrote in ioduanlogs2019-02-06 06:23 pm
TO THE WATERS AND THE WILD
Characters: All
Date: February 7th-16th
Location: Throughout Aifaran
Situation: The Dreaming has unleashed Fairy Tales upon the city, and those sensitive to the Dreaming are playing them out.
Warnings/Rating: In Headers
Once upon a time, on a world where the planes collide, an extraordinary group of people were brought together to protect a place they didn’t call home. They waged war against a faceless enemy, and many people died, but using the power of the Third Plane, called the Dreaming, they finally defeated him. But not all was saved, for the magic that summoned them began to break down, and tears between the three planes brought new calamities, causing the Last Great Turtle to go between them in order to save his world, leaving behind only his offspring to protect the people who remained.
Over five hundred years passed, and the Planes did not calm, wreaking havoc on the world, tearing it apart and putting it back together. A coalition of peoples, all except one, came together with the now grown hatchlings to form a new nation, a nation of all shapes and sizes, all beliefs and deep magics. They learned to live with the movements of the Planes, showing great fortitude even as the heroes from other lands continued to appear and disappear, as is the nature of the Dreaming. For a time, things seemed to be at peace. But all peace is fragile, and the nation has unknown enemies far greater than those of old. Now the heroes must rise to unlock the newly woken mysteries unfolding before them.
So it began as all stories do, with heroes, a quest, and an enemy, how it ends is up to you…but until then, here is a little gift of tales and stories from your own worlds. Some roles have been reversed of course. A princess is now a prince, a king is now a queen, and since females can be thieves too, well, there’s some fun to be had. Then there’s the story about stories, a journey far away, shapeshifters, and a strange fascination with monsters and men. Maidens in towers, lost shoes, and mermaids. I have many stories, each with roles for you to play. So I hope you enjoy them. Perhaps they will offer some inspiration.
Date: February 7th-16th
Location: Throughout Aifaran
Situation: The Dreaming has unleashed Fairy Tales upon the city, and those sensitive to the Dreaming are playing them out.
Warnings/Rating: In Headers
Once upon a time, on a world where the planes collide, an extraordinary group of people were brought together to protect a place they didn’t call home. They waged war against a faceless enemy, and many people died, but using the power of the Third Plane, called the Dreaming, they finally defeated him. But not all was saved, for the magic that summoned them began to break down, and tears between the three planes brought new calamities, causing the Last Great Turtle to go between them in order to save his world, leaving behind only his offspring to protect the people who remained.
Over five hundred years passed, and the Planes did not calm, wreaking havoc on the world, tearing it apart and putting it back together. A coalition of peoples, all except one, came together with the now grown hatchlings to form a new nation, a nation of all shapes and sizes, all beliefs and deep magics. They learned to live with the movements of the Planes, showing great fortitude even as the heroes from other lands continued to appear and disappear, as is the nature of the Dreaming. For a time, things seemed to be at peace. But all peace is fragile, and the nation has unknown enemies far greater than those of old. Now the heroes must rise to unlock the newly woken mysteries unfolding before them.
So it began as all stories do, with heroes, a quest, and an enemy, how it ends is up to you…but until then, here is a little gift of tales and stories from your own worlds. Some roles have been reversed of course. A princess is now a prince, a king is now a queen, and since females can be thieves too, well, there’s some fun to be had. Then there’s the story about stories, a journey far away, shapeshifters, and a strange fascination with monsters and men. Maidens in towers, lost shoes, and mermaids. I have many stories, each with roles for you to play. So I hope you enjoy them. Perhaps they will offer some inspiration.
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"You sound familiar, but I can't remember your name..." and why the guy couldn't say his name was beyond her, "What can I do for you today?"
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... Yeah, that wasn't going to work, no matter how many times X tried. He cut off with a short, frustrated noise, and then took a deep calming breath audible over the phone.
"Valdis," he said, much more level and even, and pleased to see that at least her name hadn't changed without warning. "Your sword is here. Excalibur, it's -- I mean, Revelations. Revelations is stuck inside a rock just outside Aifaran, and there's a group of people here having a contest to see who can manage to pull it out first."
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"I'll be there soon, just need clearance from my superiors."
Valdis didn't know when she had decided she needed permission, it seemed very unlike her to wait for it. Since it was within her jurisdiction, she was soon granted permission to investigate. It didn't take her long to reach the chaos, which was...less extensive than she anticipated, yet the scent of burns and illness repulsed her.
"Ok, people, clear the area, this is a Sentry case now."
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X didn't particularly need more evidence that something was very wrong here, but just in case he did, that phrase hit him like a solid brick lobbed at his head. Valdis didn't wait for permission. Valdis had never waited for permission. X could feel that from her perspective, a fact settled deeply in her bones and her soul, such a foundation for her chaotic identity that hearing anything counter to it from her lips hurt.
He waited for her to arrive, as patiently as he could manage, watching the sword in the stone and the curious onlookers trying to pull it. Every time was a bad idea. Every time someone touched the hilt with bare skin, they came away groaning in pain, cradling their hands. But more kept trying anyway, and X knew that if an intimate demonstration wasn't enough to dissuade people from trying, he'd hardly be any more successful.
Then Valdis was there, and X hurried over to where she was swiftly taking charge.
"Hi, Valdis," he said, more cautiously than he wanted to. "Thanks for coming."