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| 🜙 Mini-Event #2: The North Winds, January 11th |
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The Long Night has ended and the sun once more rises and sets with the short winter cycle. Although the cold remains, it has lessened considerably following the harsh freeze of the darkness. Krimnos, no longer having to put all their resources into defending the city from the terrors to come, has been able to clear the heavy snowpack on the cliffs above the city enough to safely begin running two of their three remaining airships.
The Skywhale has been making its regular routes since its repairs the previous month, but the two airships from Krimnos to Didymos and the City of the Free Peoples have been grounded in the cliff city for safety since the start of winter. Now two of Krimnos' airships join their sister ship in the skies over Idan.
The following routes are traveled once a day by each airship:
The Skywhale travels from the City of the Free Peoples to Didymos and then back once a day, docking nightly in the City of the Free Peoples.
The Horizon travels from Didymos to Krimnos and then back once a day, docking nightly in Didymos.
The Valiant travels from Krimnos to the City of the Free Peoples and then back once a day, docking nightly in Krimnos.
The Zenith normally travels from Krimnos to the mountain outpost of Preciposte and then on to Einjar. Unfortunately, it is still grounded due to inclement weather and winter threats in the northern mountains beyond Krimnos. The Zenith will not be able to travel until the thaw has begun.
A one-way trip takes 4-6 hours depending on weather and wind to go from/to Didymos to either city and 6-9 hours to travel between Krimnos and the City of the Free Peoples. Anyone can take a trip on an airship for a purse of silver coins, or try their luck and stow away. Mounts can get a lift as well, but they require an additional fare.
Not bad for a chance to see Idan from a bird's eye view for the first time for most people. |
| 🜙 Thlipa's Tribute, January 11th |
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As January progresses, pods of fin whales spend their nights in the safety of Fisher's Bay during their migration. At this time Thlipa is believed to be watching over Idan and many of Idan's people show their respect for the deity. Unlike the Day of Lefkokó, Thlipa's Tribute is a far more somber affair. Though she is the goddess of the seas, storms, and power, she is also the goddess of mourning and it is this realm she is believed to preside over most during the cold winter months.
People from all across Idan who are able to travel will make a journey to Didymos to be closer to the ocean, while others observe the fin whale goddess' day in their own homes and cities. Ancestors, lost relatives, and friends are remembered with offerings of handmade gifts and small collections of nuts and sweet-dried fish. Small, enchanted candles are set out on boats down the river and shore to be carried out to the ocean.
It is believed by some of the more power-hungry supporters of Thlipa that by calling on and revering the spirits of the departed Thlipa might gift her followers with the magic of the fallen. Gatherings of Thlipa's most devout followers can be seen on the shores or on small skimmer boats in the bay, and vandalism of fishing boats and nets that might endanger the fin whales runs rampant during this time. |
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| 🜙 A Tale of Three Cities - Krimnos: An Army Adrift, January 12-20th |
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It appears that a large company of former Atrómitos knights has awoken in an isolated and forgotten battlefield below Krimnos' twin mountains. The army has journeyed together through the blinding blizzard to complete their original objective: a full-scale attack on Krimnos. There's something off about the tattered army decked in the green and gold of Atrómitos that shows up at Krimnos' gates. They don't seem to feel the cold, and their eyes, if anyone is unfortunate enough to get that close, are a colorless and glossy grey. They continue fighting through weather and injury, undeterred as they focus their attacks on Krimnos' main gate, setting magical fire to the gate, the wall, and their perceived enemies.
The army can be seen using weapons, battering rams, and elemental magic to attack the city's gates. Though their eyes are a blank and glossy grey and they do not seem to be speaking or reacting with pain to counter-attack elements, it is clear there is a hierarchy and the commanding officers seem to still be silently directing their forces. They do not speak, and if captured it quickly becomes clear why. Though they appear whole externally, the soldiers of this army lack functional internal organs. No blood runs through their frozen veins and no oxygen is being pulled into their lungs. There also appear to be no thoughts in their minds, only the howling sound of the wind through the mountains around Krimnos.
At this time of year, Krimnos can not afford to loose their main line of defense, nor can they risk the very real dangers of battle sounds and blood drawing out the hungry mountain hunters or causing an avalanche that could bury the city in snow. No one knows why this army is here, but with the familiar colors adorning the fighters, there are whispers in the air of an attempt to start a war. Already tense relations between Krimnos and the City of the Free Peoples could stand to suffer from this and the citizens of Krimnos seem horrified by the prospect.
King Sitka's first concern is the safety of his people, and as such he is driving his army hard into the attacking forces and even beyond its gates if necessary, anything to push the battle farther from his people and the dangerous cliffs stacked with snow that tower over Krimnos. |
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| 🜙 A Tale of Three Cities - City of the Free Peoples: The Disappearance of Captain Lykos, January 14-22nd |
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No one has seen Captain Lykos since the Long Night but rumors and knowledge of his disappearance have been kept quiet by the city's Defenders, fearful the city would spiral into a panic at the loss of its de facto leader. As word comes from traveling Krimnos merchants that the city is under siege from an army dressed in green and gold, the city turns to its Defenders for answers and finds more than they bargained for.
The Defenders attempt to calm the rising panic in the city by deflecting, stating that the Captain is out on a peace mission on his way to Krimnos but this backfires as the city erupts into conspiracy theories that he is actually leading the attack and trying to start a war, with reasons such as anger over a lack of support from Krimnos during the city's time of need being used to feed the growing fear.
As outrage and panic spread across the city, the Defenders declare martial law and put the city back on lockdown until answers can be found. The stability of the city quickly begins to fray. Chaos, disorder, and dissent spread and talk of overthrowing the Defenders and putting someone else in charge begins to spread.
The city needs answers for themselves and for Krimnos and the Defenders begin an even more desperate search for their missing leader. Meanwhile, the citizens of the city begin preparing for a revolt, with whispers of an organized attack on the warcamp of the Defenders quickly gaining traction. The more time passes the less reasonably either side appears to be thinking, and the longer anyone lingers in the city the more infectious this frantic and paranoid energy becomes.
Amidst it all, a Siamese with a familiar glowing adornment can be seen surveying the chaos from the safety of rooftops or tree branches, its eyes occasionally glowing blue while its tail flicks in what seems to be either irritation or frustration. |
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| 🜙 A Tale of Three Cities - Didymos: Tidal Troubles, January 14-25th |
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Starting the morning of the 14th, trouble comes to Didymos on the tides or the lack thereof. The tide goes out during the night and, to the dismay and concern of Didymos' citizens, it never comes back. In fact, it seems as if the ocean waters are only continuing to recede, leaving Didymos' fleet and her fishing ships awash in the shallows or fully grounded. Each day the waters recede further, leaving sealife beached or trapped in tide pools and larger dips in the seafloor. A pod of fin whales finds themselves stranded in the deepest section of the bay just within the Sunset Gate.
As the waters continue to recede, shipwrecks, sunken cargo, and unusual skeletons dot the rock and shell covered shores, turning the edges of the bay into an unending expanse of tide pools and dotting the horizon with pieces of warped and barnacle-covered ships usually only visible beneath the clear waters.
Within days it's possible for a fully grown human to wade out to the Sunset Gate without ever getting their neck wet. The confusion and complications caused by this unexplainable dearth of water starts a panic in Didymos that the dual rulers have to fight to control. The widespread fear is joined by whispers of a war brought along from people traveling to Didymos from the other cities, and Didymos finds itself caught in a tense place with the prospect of having to outline allegiances if war breaks out.
Everyone knows Queen Adira would put her forces behind Krimnos in an instant, but King Ardis seems reluctant, questioning the legitimacy of Krimnos' claims to a possible war and seeking information. |
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[There's many ahead, that much is sure. Alucard's eyes flick beyond the city itself and into the mountains beyond. North and east, where he'll be heading soon.]
Truly, you've experienced such a difference in people?
[Alucard's been keeping to himself, content to observe for the most part. Besides, people don't change that much. Before the war he had a good 75 years to watch people. Things were not that significance.
He's not sure what the creature on the ground is. His eyes move from the world outstretched to the deck, and he tilts his head slightly.]
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[ But then... when one was raised to believe she was the blood of the dragon, what else should be expected? ]
The openness and interactions between different races is notable enough, don't you think? Without war, there's innovation. If this is what dying brought, then it was worth it.
[ She says the last part of that softly, too soft. Soon enough, she's tearing her gaze away from the skyline to sweep the red panda up into her arms. ]
This one is trouble. Her name is Irriella.
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[The airships were the one thing Alucard could say that he loved about the present. Truly, dearly, and utterly, because he cannot imagine a shift in technology that would have delighted his father more. A man who loved the sciences and pursued them as he did with so many other things.
Alucard considers the other words said. He nods, as there is a point, but....no. Dying in a stupid war started by asinine dragons was not worth anything.]
Within reason.
[Easier to focus on the creature in her arms.]
Perhaps Trouble would be a fine middle name.
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[ Within reason. Best not to turn this into a debate if possible. Avoidant though it may be, she would rather hear his opinion on why he thinks otherwise.
Even if he does disagree, he's entitled to that opinion. She'd rather not have died at all, seeing as there was a life she'd wished to live when her people were still alive... but that's not how these things work.
The panda hiccups at him, proffering a toothy grin. ]
Trouble would be awkward, seeing as my house's name begins with a T. I'm Daenerys, by the way.
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[It was a stupid fight. Started by foolish dragons who dragged everyone else down along with them. His mother, murdered for caring not for conflict and only focusing on healing others. His father's rage and grief leading to his own death. The things that happened to Trevor's order and Trevor himself. (Executed for knowing the dragons must be destroyed.)
The hiccup snaps Alucard from his own terrible train of thought, and what a noise that is.]
Sometimes a repeated consonant can add to a name's flow. [He's talking out of his ass.] Adrian Ţepeş, otherwise known as Alucard.
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[ Wars between the Houses, orphans, being sold. Betrayal after betrayal. Multi-race trafficking, be it with orcs or the more 'civilized' cities. The list goes on and on about what was broken in their world. ]
Irriella Trouble Targaryen? [ She lifts a brow at him, refraining just barely from knowingly smirking at him. ] Well met Adrian. Or would you prefer Alucard?
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[They're talking past each other in this moment, of course, thinking of individual traumas rather than what befell the world. Perhaps that is a question to contemplate, what do any of those back from the dead owe the world now? Anything at all?
And if they do not have any obligation, then what is to be done with resurrection?]
Hm. Flows nicely. [He's made his point. His hilariously stupid point.]
I respond to either, but the latter is used more frequently.
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[ She gestures to her vial.
What was the purpose of being resurrected? So many unanswered questions likely to remain that way unless something's to occur. ]
Is there a significance behind it? Alucard.
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[Personally, Alucard would love to know who to be deeply angry at for dragging himself back from the dead. Dragging Trevor back from the dead after an execution. Throwing everyone into a world that has long since moved on from wars and dragons and all these other things. The dead must stay as such.
The question about his name gets a thoughtful hum. His mother hated it, Alucard, the shorthand for the world saying that Adrian was very much the opposite of his father. His father is no longer here, he could abandon the name now and respect his mother's wishes.
But...it doesn't work so easily, does it? If he is to resurrect both of them in the eyes of history, then his father's name must be used. Dracula cannot be only the thing of nightmares.]
There was. Now it's simply a quicker way to identify myself in records.
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[ No, she doesn't fully believe that. There was more to her life before that war, even parts during it. One battle, one death... if she hadn't died, she would be with her people. Now, she's here in a world which has evolved, one without dragons. One without family.
If Jon weren't here, she would be all the more lonely.
She notices the way he doesn't fully answer that question. 'There was.' Why? What was there to hide with a name?
So, so much, if she's being honest. Targaryen held power for decades, even after her family's destruction. Perhaps it's the same for him. ]
I wonder how it would be recorded? Our deaths.
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[He never worried about politics much, beyond when it impacted how he could travel. Nominally his family was from Krimnos, but living in a fuck off castle meant that there was more isolation and less attachment to any particular city. Alucard never swept through those city gates and thought I am home. That did not happen until he was two days out of that city, spires rising over the tree tops.
Recorded deaths are important. Alucard tuts softly, and he considers the actual answer. He has spent so many years researching and going through records. It is an easy answer.]
It would depend on several factors, in the end. Who was left behind to search for bodies, the general state of any record keeping at the time, and if I may be blunt, importance. In my case, I can only assume that there would be a note made if anyone was invested enough in seeing who responded to demanded summonses to arms. Then all of that assumes the records have survived the past century.