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Usir Mods ([personal profile] usirmods) wrote in [community profile] usir2018-12-16 08:09 am

Mini-Event: Skywhale + Day of Lefkokó

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The Skywhale & Day of Lefkokó
🜙 The Skywhale
After fierce retaliation and an increase in city-wide defensive power and measures, it seems as if the orc attacks have, at least for the moment, begun to subside. Along with the lessened threat of orc ambushes, the first storms of winter have died down to a gentle and occasional snow flurry, leaving the world peacefully blanketed in powder snow and a calm stillness. The City of the Free Peoples take this time to celebrate the final repairs of the airship, the Skywhale. With sail balloon once more filled and the engines working hard to keep the air within it warm, easier and safer travel is once more available.

The Skywhale leaves once a day in the early morning to head for Didymos, and today is its maiden voyage since the repairs. Thalassa has changed greatly in the last century, blossoming into a massive port and military city, with resources and opportunities unavailable in the more eclectic Cty of the Free Peoples. Restless legs may find their chance to stretch to a new experience. Sail the skies aboard the Skywhale and see Thalassa's grand transformation to Didymos for yourself. Catch the voyage back before nightfall, or remain in Didymos until the ship's return the following day. There is plenty to see and do in the city by the sea. You can even see Logistykon's reef from aboard the Skywhale's deck as it swings around to dock. It is a grim but beautiful sight in the clear blue waters.

While the threat of fire and orc ambush has diminished greatly, the City of the Free Peoples is filled with a sense of unease and discomfort as repairs on the city and attempts to put lives back together continue. Murmurs of discontent slip through the city streets, along with rumors that this is all Lykos' fault or accusations that the Captain might be hiding something. For every murmur of distrust, however, there are counters of the heroics and quick action that helped keep the city strong and beat the orcs back.

There has still been no word from Krimnos or the airship, Valiant, that usually hails from the cliff city daily. Messengers have not made their wing from the city and those sent to the cliffs have not returned. It's not unusual for this time of year, but the absence is felt keenly by traveling merchants who need to get their wares to or from the city. A journey by horse or on foot would be risky, but the potential rewards for escorting a company up to the cliffs could prove significant.
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🜙 Day of Lefkokó
No matter what city you find yourself in, the dawn of the 17th sees a change in mood and atmosphere across Idan. Snow has stopped falling and the sky is a bright, clear blue. The weather warms enough to cause water to drip softly from the icicles hanging off every awning and outcrop. Decorations of magical or crafted snowflake art and blue ice flames line city streets and building windows, and jovial merriment spills out into the streets. A sweet wine made from frostberries, warm honey-mead, and spiced apple drinks are offered in taverns, inns, and small shops or homes, a free offering to be had with sweet or spiced cheeses and spiced or candied nuts and fruits. It's a celebration that is far from unfamiliar, one that has been celebrated for centuries across Idan's towns and cities, though the methods and particulars of the celebration have always varied from place to place and people to people.

December is the month of the White Raven, and in particular, this day is a day to honor him. Lefkokó, the deity of dance, freedom, madness, and cunning sits at the head of the cause of these festivities and his domains are the focus of the celebrations. Today is a day of dance, drinking, and games of skill and chance. A day to test your bluffing skills, show off, and take deep joy and pride in the liberties and opportunities available to all. Few work on this day, beyond the essentials, and everyone who is able to takes part in this moment of freedom and relaxed expectations or responsibilities.

The cities are alive with music and dancing, and the taverns are a swirl of chaos amidst high stake games of cunning and chance. Clever minds clash over riddles, old and new, and as the day progresses a lack of sobriety becomes increasingly evident in the streets and establishments alike.

As the sun reaches the highest point in the sky and the shadows dwindle to near nothingness, the aviaries of all three cities release the newest flock of rare juvenile snow ravens to their freedom, letting them take wing to the skies for their first ever flights. The flocks of snow ravens, the most coveted of magic familiars, fly off to the wildlands after practicing their acrobatic feats and visiting various areas of the city in search of food to give them energy for the journey ahead. Once they take their leave of the city, many begin to seek out hidden trinkets, magical herbs, and small, rare items across Idan with a precise and dedicated focus.

Those who honor Lefkokó by celebrating in his name may be visited by his rare and clever emissaries later in the month with an offering of thanks from Lefkokó himself.
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🜙 A Warning.
By the 18th the orc camp has been abandoned, the animals freed and the orcs, whatever was left of them, appear to have fled. Retreat is unusual, even more so for them to cut their creatures loose and flee without triumph or trophy, but this is something different. Many of the weapons, trinkets, and armors coveted by the warring orcs have been left behind, and the fires trampled and stamped out with apparent urgency. Tracks lead to the south a few miles and then vanish into snow in the direction of Lake Atéleio. It and the land south and west of it are consumed in a blizzard blown over from the sea, and tracking beyond that point becomes nearly impossible, though by this point it is assumed the Orcs have retreated to Spear Valley. Whether or not they will return is unclear.

Those in the City of the Free Peoples on the 18th will receive another message, this one from a less mysterious source, addressing the coming dangers.

Though the attacks have set preparations back a few weeks I would like to quell any worries. The Long Night approaches, but you are a city of strong, brave folk. The threats on the horizon will not be the end of this city any more than these raucous attacks have been.

Supplies can be claimed from the defender's camp for any struggling to make the necessary preparations. Those who have lost their homes will be provided shelter and supplies. When the Long Night comes, keep your children indoors, your fires stoked, and your buildings shuttered. There is nothing to fear. Your defenders will keep you safe.
-Captain Lykos

Several hours later a second and then a third message is received across all kingdoms. It comes only to the couriers of the awakened. The first comes as an audio message: A dull scraping sound followed by the click and whine of metal dragging across stone and the dripping of thick, viscous liquid somewhere distant. It ends abruptly and a simple thought message, short and uncomfortable, follows it.
silarclupes
irom otnemem

The message has no signature.
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genice: (wink | we're gonna get good!)

[personal profile] genice 2018-12-28 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
Waffles' whole display earns a break in Makka's staring, mostly because at the point she keeps staring it turns into a challenge, and she's not challenging him to be ridiculous. She does get up as he rolls onto his back, walking closer with her body language held neutral, ears forward in a listening, but not tense, manner.

Victor finds a seat form himself again, downing whatever non-alcoholic spiced apple cider he's found. He answers after swallowing. "I think that's the idea! Always had been, from what I remember. It's for the birds, after all, and they have some sense of that!" However many of them might return having managed to survive their first grand adventure or not. Still, it was in good humour and good faith to support the celebration, so why not? Most of what their god stood for was fine by Victor. More than he could say for some sects of scattered religions the countries over.

He's glad for the familiarity, if nothing else.

"Have you never had the chance to celebrate it before?" he asks, leaning back, planting an elbow on the table behind him.
fuga: (as blood shared red)

[personal profile] fuga 2018-12-28 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Personal space is only an issue for her because she has never had anyone close enough to invade it before now: she had been isolated for so long that being in the company of so many other people has her on edge, like some kind of caught and captured animal pinned in a corner.

She does not seem to mind Makka as much, however, something soft in the slope of her shoulders. ]


Look as you like. I do not mind.

[ She does not seem particularly upset by Makka's touch to the wolf - she reaches over and picks it up again, setting it straight before she offers her hand for Makka to scent, to see if she wants to move closer and make a friend. Animals are better than people, Lauralae knows that. ]

Many years. It was something to do to occupy my time.
fuga: (when you have lived your life)

[personal profile] fuga 2018-12-28 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's not much in the way of concern towards the newcomers, at least not for the most part. Lauralae knows that by being here she is bringing attention to herself, hiding away in the corners and carving from wood. She is doing what she can to force herself to adjust to the suddenness of being thrust into society, of being forced into being around people when all she wants to do is flee to the forests once more...

It is somewhat painful, but she is managing as best she can. Her body feels heavy with the weight of the expectation and her eyes still dart around, here and there, drinking in with panic each look and gaze that is sent her way. She's more like a wild, feral cat than a person, darting away and tucking herself into smaller balls the more people that emerge.

She flinches, just a little, at Ellie's arrival, but says nothing for some time. Her attention seems completely captivated by the coywolf who sniffles closer and she offers a hand, as if calmed by the company of a wolf. ]


What is her name?
kingsroads: (smirky asshole)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2018-12-28 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Strange gets the hint. He takes Shura's hand and gives her a small nod. And, as the music starts up, he pulls her into a dance.

Unfortunately, Strange doesn't know as much about this dance as he did the previous one. Still, he's watching the other dancers, adjusting his movements on the fly, and doing a fairly decent job of leading Shura through the dance. That doesn't change the fact that there are a few precarious moments where he'll bump up against her, almost step on her foot, or things like that.
44pistolundermyhead: (shy smile)

[personal profile] 44pistolundermyhead 2018-12-28 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ellie doesn't insist on conversation. She might be a little drunk, but she's been around enough quiet people that she can manage.

The minute or two spent breathing slowly against the wall helps the headiness, so when Lauralae asks her the question, Ellie already looks more alert.
]

Theseus. [The coywolf twists her head at her name, then relaxes and inches towards Lauralae's hand. As she stands up, it's clear that she's a mix of some kind - her legs are spindly, and her snout is a little more pointed than a wolf's. One ear twists to the side as she considers Lauralae, displaying a pointed shape uncommon in wolves.

She's also very delicate as she slowly smells up Lauralae's arm, apparently acquainting herself very thoroughly before she's okay with being pet - Theseus shies away anytime Lauralae tries before she's made it past her elbow.
] She's skittish, but she doesn't bite unless you try to hurt her. Her favorite spot's her ruff.
cryptsleeper: (arrogantpire)

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2018-12-28 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Ellis pauses. Considers the look she's getting, then just headbutts Alucard's knee. It prompts the dhampir to look down, then shake his head with a surprising fondness. Ellis is still an absolute shit, but this he won't scold her for. (That sausage is probably stolen goods though.) He crouches down, and is careful as he tears the sausage asunder. Ellis claims her piece immediately, and Alucard holds the other out for Makka if she so desires.

"We were, but I suppose that this is in a different vein."

Which is a shitty dhampir joke, unintended but now just there. Ellis doesn't hear it, because food, and if Victor picks up on it, well, so be it. Either way, the sausage is quite distributed and Alucard straightens up again.

He's ready to go home. That much he knows.

"I feel as if all we have these days is the literal," Alucard says with a grim set face. "Steady ground, for example. New perspectives. Knowing what's around the corner." There's also only one conclusion. "It does us no good to only have the literal."
44pistolundermyhead: (curious and neutral)

[personal profile] 44pistolundermyhead 2018-12-28 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
No worries, tis the season and all!

And sweet. While I'm likely not going to have the chance to thread this out with anyone, that works well! It at least adds some stuff she can reference later.

Ellie will shoot them with her bow, starting from the closest and moving to the farthest. She'll swear about the quills that nicked her and help with some of the horses who took quills to the flank and legs. They'll be delayed by about five hours, what with the lamed horses and time it takes to clear the rubble, but they manage to get there the night of the 22nd otherwise unharmed, if ready for a hot meal and warm bed. Ellie spends the night and gets up in the midmorning, taking a couple of hours to wander Krimnos and enjoy herself, before taking off on a rented horse for Didymos. She's a small satchel of silver coins richer, and cautiously optimistic about Krimnos.
redwhaling: (008; in a game where the strong survive)

[personal profile] redwhaling 2018-12-29 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Billie does catch. With great ease, even, though she's going to regret it in two seconds. She moves from petting the raven to snatching the bit of sausage out of the air to immediately throwing up her other arm to protect her head since the aforementioned birdbrains are being additionally birdbrained right now.

Just as Billie had turned to catch, the raven and the tern had taken flight to give chase as soon as the food was airborne. They both squawk and screech and try to land on or batter wings against her in an attempt to get at it, leaving her yelling, "Hey! Back off, you useless feather dusters! Off! Off!"
fuga: (the sheets are cold)

[personal profile] fuga 2018-12-29 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lauralae is not quite as good at conversation: years of living alone in forests and wilderness might not have aided her much when it came to social interaction, but she is well versed in taking care of herself. That is enough.

All her focus is on the animal in front of her, careful and gentle. She does not push too hard, but offers a hand and waits to see what might happen to her as a result. It would not be the first time she was attacked by an animal for daring to get too close, after all. ]


Theseus. It is good to meet you. [ She waits until she's sure Theseus is happy for her to reach out to pet him before she does, fingers pressing with a tenderness against her snout. Only then does she turn her attention back to Ellie herself, as if the girl is secondary to the wolf. ]

I will not harm her.
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[personal profile] warfares 2018-12-29 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
I doubt the Raven cares that much about your level of skill.

( he's not overly familiar with this god or his practices but it's a reasonable assumption to make of a god of freedom. the effort is what matters. the mirth of the participants and the joy that comes of celebration.

and now that she's teased him, he feels compelled to convince her. )


I'll show you the steps. They aren't half as difficult as you think.
44pistolundermyhead: (blushing smile)

[personal profile] 44pistolundermyhead 2018-12-29 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Theseus licks Lauralae's fingers, searching for any food scraps. When she finds none, she huffs a sigh to take another step forward and continue her inspection, tail cautiously wagging as she's pet.

Ellie's pretty okay with it. She's been to parties where she spends more time with the dog or cat or horse than the people.
]

Thanks. She can hold her own. Still good to hear.

[Ellie looks over to Lauralae and her raven. She's never seen one too up close, other than on the days of Lefkokó.]

Is she friendly? [She? He? Gender neutral? Ellie wants to pet the bird, but has no idea how.]
fuga: (been hiding from the news)

[personal profile] fuga 2018-12-29 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's more than enough for Lauralae, who lets her fingers stroke over Theseus' face, gentle and soft. She's not going to push her luck - making friends with Ellis was easy, but not every animal is going to be the same - but she is going to take whatever friendship she can manage to obtain.

Ellie speaks and Lauralae turns her head, just enough to look up at her. ]


There is no reason to. She has been good.

[ Lifting her free hand, Lauralae wiggles her fingers - and the raven comes and settles on them, wings fluttering. ]

He does not bite.
exaomori: (🐍 7)

[personal profile] exaomori 2018-12-29 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
To go so very suddenly from a world where the dragons weren't far gods to a world where the dragons were hushed nightmares took more adjustment than Shura would have anticipated. What would any of them have thought of this world? But seeing as the survivors of the war seemed to have done decently for themselves over the last century, Shura can only wonder if they were better off without the dragon's protection.

"Might have been okay if only one of them had control of them. It beats having to climb those cliffs to get to Krimnos."
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[personal profile] forswore 2018-12-29 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Daud appears to be considering the question seriously, before offering something of a lazy, abbreviated shrug as he spins Shura out then tugs her back in.

“I think,” he says, “I’d be looking for fools with loose lips and looser purse strings to see how much I might get away with not paying for.”
44pistolundermyhead: (shy smile)

[personal profile] 44pistolundermyhead 2018-12-29 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. [Ellie glances at Lauralae and then looks away, looks down at her hands instead. In the warm tavern, she's checked her jacket - her fern tattoo is on full display, the leaves winding up her wrist, moth almost seeming to flutter in the lantern light.

She looks up at the flutter of wings, though, bringing her bad foot a little closer to the rest of her body.
]

He's beautiful. [Ellie reaches into a pocket to pull out a few nuts from her own travels to offer him, held in a flat palm.] I've only ever seen the festival ones up close.

[For her part, Theseus sits primly on her haunches, nudging Lauralae's hand so it's further up her head, near her ears. She won't deign to sit on her, but then, Theseus has never been exuberant.]
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[personal profile] consecrates 2018-12-29 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Pretty much.

[ Davina takes a seat across him, Blaise jumping off of her shoulder and onto the table to take a sniff of the mead.

The merriment, the dancing and singing—it's something she's missed about the city. There would be performers in the square, citizens dancing without a care about the conflict outside their walls. She'd join but well, she's learned early on that her talents lie elsewhere than dancing or singing.
]

Just be prepared, though, in case one of the girls invite you to dance.
exaomori: (🐍 2)

[personal profile] exaomori 2018-12-29 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
Between their shared unfamiliarity with the dance and their inebriation, the fact that they weren't bumping into each other and the other couples is impressive. Shura doesn't mind the near-misses and the times he narrowly misses stepping on her toes, only laughing. She isn't doing much better, saved by her natural grace and rhythm and her partner's guidance. Stumbling around like this is fun in its own way.

"You don't know what you're doin', do you?" She says, still grinning even after her nearly steps on her toes again. The dance couldn't be that new, not if everyone else knew the steps just fine. Maybe it was a regional thing, but maybe she had more in common with this man than she thought. It was likely the former, but it was still possible that he was like her. She'd keep an eye out for other signs.
exaomori: (🐍 19)

[personal profile] exaomori 2018-12-29 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Beautiful, just as Shura hoped. She looks down at Shishi, pointing towards Billie and the squawking mess of tern and raven. "See? You woulda gotten your eyes pecked out if you tried to get in between that." A valuable lesson to be learned here, don't catch anything Shura tosses in your general direction. Also, don't get between a couple of hungry birds.

"They're so lively, aren't they~?" Naturally, Shura is of no help, only watching the show and commenting from her distance. The pampered raven isn't about to give up what should be rightfully his, though he could probably be distracted. Shura has a hard biscuit she was saving for later, but she's not going to share that quite yet.
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[personal profile] survivra 2018-12-29 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
His own blue eyes are noteworthy themselves, though Katsa pays the wolf more attention than she pays to him. Familiars are not wholly uncommon no matter how odd the animal, though she wonders if this one is more dog than wolf. She remembers the behavior of wolves from the highlands long ago, their wandering packs in the snow and in the mountains. It strikes her to see one here now.

Casually, surreptitiously, Sparrow tucks her distinctively striped tail closer to her furry body. Katsa decides to ignore the wolf and considers Victor's words.

"Hm." That makes sense, she supposes. Few ships are disposed to private ventures, save those belonging to the wealthy and powerful if they lived near the sea. Katsa has never lived near it. She's only been on water once or twice, and it had taken plenty of convincing to allow her passage.

"I should like to see the sea from our height." She turns back to the railing and squints among the clouds, looking suddenly for the grey and blue of water below. "I wonder what it looks like. Do you think we could see the other side of it, from this high? What do you think is across it? Does it end at all? Does it move to look like mountains do from above?"
forcevisions: (and yours is in red)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-12-29 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a fair argument. A very fair argument, but she also is starting to get the vibe that maybe he just likes explaining things. He'd tried to swoop in to 'save her' with the pigs earlier, with the hike back to their animas, and now this. It's a trend. She'd initially thought it patronizing, but now ...

It's somewhat endearing. The persistence, at the very least.
]

Alright. [ She nods towards the crowd. It doesn't feel like she's getting in over her head on anything, given that he'd already danced with a stranger. She's constantly on alert for shit getting too personal, but this is Confirmed Safe. She heads out towards the crowd of people dancing with him, looking like a fish out of water who doesn't even know what to do with her feet once there. ]
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[personal profile] warfares 2018-12-29 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
( it's a victory he hadn't been anticipating ㅡ not without a little more cajoling, at least ㅡ but far from look a gift horse in the mouth, he offers her his hand. )

We'll start simple and go slow.

( he sets a hand on the small of her back, drawing her closer but not too close, while the hand holding hers lifts. )

Put your hand on my shoulder.
fuga: (and if you wait too long)

[personal profile] fuga 2018-12-29 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lauralae does not hesitate. She's wrapped up in her own clothes - it seems as though she's stolen or bartered some kind of cloak, and her hands and arms are covered in long black gloves despite the heat - but she places Rav'ahm down on the ground in front of her, not pausing. He squawks and hops closer to Ellie, tilting his head one way and then the other, as if deciding if he likes her or not.

She's well aware she probably smells of Alucard's wolf, that there might be white fur sticking to her clothes, but she doesn't care. She's obviously more comfortable with animals than she might care to admit, her fingers going wherever Thesues wants her to go. ]


I saw many of them before I came here. [ Before she awoke again, but she doesn't say that. ] I lived in forests where the ravens would nest. I know a little of them.

[ Rav'ahm chases after the nuts, seemingly unconcerned with who they're attached to. Lauralae might be shy but her bird is not, hopping closer and pecking at the treats. ]
kingsroads: (well why don't we do this?)

[personal profile] kingsroads 2018-12-29 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Absolutely not," Strange laughs, with a little grin. Because he doesn't. He sure as hell doesn't. He only has a vague idea of what he's doing and has even less of a vague idea of how to do the dance. Still, he's got no idea if this dance is well-known or not: he might as well give a half-assed attempt at an explanation.

"I'm not from here," he explains, with a little shrug. "And aside from that, my style is a little...out of date." He can't help but smile at that, like he's privy to an inside joke. Over a hundred years out of date but he's sure as hell not going to tell Shura that. Unless...maybe she was like him?
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[personal profile] exaomori 2018-12-29 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
A hop here, a turn there. It isn't a difficult dance, but it isn't easy to pick up on the fly like this.

"What, have you been asleep in the woods for the last hundred years?" She asks playfully. It's an odd question, but it's something she can blow off as quirky or drunk if pressed. She knew she wasn't the only only, but just how many of them were there? It was only natural to try and seek out allies in this situation. This has nothing to do with the heartache Shura's been desperately trying to ignore since she realized just how much she had lost on waking up from death.

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