usir | Event #7 Crowning the Cat & The Celebration of Spring

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🜙 Crowning the Cat: Deception of Aegas

	The Celebration of Spring is being held across Idan, and normally the City of the Free Peoples is at its heart. This year due to the fearful farmers suffering losses in their families and herds to werewolves and the broken city torn between its fears and loyalties, the first sprouts of crops planted during the thaw are significantly less impressive than past years and the hunters bring their hauls back to the cities find themselves facing even more dangerous odds in the wilderness, outwitted and outmatched more often than not. Feasting, dancing, music, staged entertainers of illusion and elemental magic, and heavy drinking still overtake the cities and small outlying villages, putting a temporary halt to any work or other priorities, but there is an air of uncertainty that can't fully be shaken, and an uneasy and unspoken fear of a famine year lies just beneath the lighter festivities. Among the celebrating, people go out of their way to honor the feline constellation deity called Aegas. The youngest of the Constellation Deities, he is known for many things. Aegas' stars are fainter in the skies than most, seen just off the left from the Great Golden Dragon Atromo. In April, Aegas is not honored so much as tributed to keep the fickle feline's wiles and tricks at bay. Children and younger citizens of the cities or those with playful or devious minds play tricks on one another, some harmless pranks and others far more dangerous or deceptive. Despite this uptick of shenanigans, however, for most Aegas' day is a day spent ensuring the secretive trickster cat deity that he has not been forgotten, as well as a celebration of Spring. Openly jealous of Atromo's status and reverence, and long overlooked in favor of the other star gods, the people of Idan learned to show their reverence for Aegas in a ritual known as the Crowning of Aegas. Cat sculptures, paintings, figurines, or idols can be found all across Idan for those who can't make it to one of Aegas' shrines, and offerings of fish, sheep or goat's milk, silver or gold bells, silk, or saucers of water are left out for the many wild, stray, or tame felines of Idan to take at their leisure. Known for being a deity over secrets, pleasure, trickery, and charm, Aegas is a favored god of rogues, assassins, bards, bandits, thieves, and charmers. An enchanted spring illness common in Idan has long been attributed to Aegas not feeling that his charms have earned him the favor of the people. The illness is known as The Aegas Affliction and is actually caused by the pollen of a flower that blooms in April after particularly harsh winters (the Golden Bellflower) Aegas' Affliction causes those who have caught the illness to be easily charmed. Their complexion is often flushed and they give in to their whims with very little self-restraint. The main symptoms are: Susceptibility to personal suggestion (Their own whims, thoughts, and desires), susceptibility to charm-based magic, a tendency to be secretive or deceptive, and a heightened sense of hunger. The illness usually goes away on its own within 1-3 days and has no known cure. It's possible to get infected by Golden Bellflower pollen from April 5th to April 30th anywhere in Idan. Only exposure to a nearby flower is necessary. During the Crowning of Aegas and for the rest of April flocks of lesser winged cats can be seen migrating from their winter homes in the Wavecrest Isles back to the unclaimed lands. Occasionally these flocks of small, canary to bobcat-sized winged cats are accompanied by fiercely protective and dangerous greater winged cat guardians while other flocks travel on their own. The playful smaller felines can be seen frolicking in fields and playing over the rooftops all across Idan while the greater winged cats stay far from the highly populated areas, hunting the wild forests, cliffs, and open lands to stock up food for them and their small flocks of fur and feathered friends.


🜙 The Bloom

	Among the celebrating the dangers of spring are temporarily forgotten. Not all threats come with fangs, talons, and claws. Creeping vines and sprouting plants lurk in the tall grasses of the plains and the dense forests. Some of the more dangerous varieties bloom and thrive in the earliest month of spring. Viperlily. A small free-roaming flowering vine with two thorns that protrude from the middle of its flower. The vine slithers along the ground in the grass toward sources of movement or sound and sinks its thorns into the feet or lower limbs of any living thing it encounters. The vine subsists on blood rather than water and uses the gathered blood to provide itself with the nutrients it needs to keep moving. It injects its victim with a venom that causes them to become weak, sluggish, and unable to use their magic so it can continue to drain blood. Most Viperlilys are too small to cause much permanent damage to their victim, but being left vulnerable in the wilderness does lead to many post-bite deaths, especially with the smell of blood in the air. Bloodthorn. A dying Viperlily that has gone dormant and taken root. Small Viperlily seeds grow all over its vines, each one prepared to drop off and grow into a new Viperlily. A thorn protrudes from the bloody sap-filled bulb of this vine. It points up toward the sun with a thorn as sharp and dangerous as a needle dagger. Those unfortunate enough to be stabbed by its thorn are injected with a modified Viperlily poison that causes victims to become feverish and reckless, encouraging them to remain nearby and engage anything near the Bloodthorn aggressively. The bloodshed caused by its victims or the Bloodthorn's own destruction causes the dozens of Viperlily seeds to sprout and take off to find their first meals. Creeping Dragontrap. A member of the carnivorous plant family, the Creeping Dragontrap is a fully mobile creeping vine with one to four heads that each have thorn-filled 'mouths' they snap down on the prey they find. The acidic toxins inside their mouths prevent their prey from being able to fight free on their own. An antitoxin is produced by the sap within their vines, but a victim captured by one of these plants will need help getting free and provided with the antitoxin before the vine escapes in a speedy retreat into the wilderness or ground. Rogue's Blush. The dense cover of this flowering ground vine is a network of sensitive thin vines can sense vibrations in the ground. The night-flowering vine is covered in dormant flowers that open in the darkness. They release pollen into the air when vibrations are sensed nearby. This pollen is collected and used in a common rogue tool: Flash Dust because eye contact with the pollen results in a blinding white flash that causes temporary blindness for 24 hours. Bramble Mimic can shape its vines into any form it has collected a template of. The thorny brambles rest in the form of a dense bush, usually settling itself partially into worn paths made by creatures or people. It uses the blood it collects from creatures or people that bump into it as a template to rearrange itself into their form, though its size is dependent on how large the original mimic has grown. It then uses its new form to hunt for food to sustain itself, holding a natural preference for predators, carnivores, and herbivores. The most common forms are those of predatory forest or swamp creatures such as jaguars, bears, wolves, and alligators.

🜙 A Mod Note

	A "Network log" will be going up the week of the 19th that will be paired with the next event log. The network log will contain courier messages from Queen Adira, King Ardis, King Sitka, Self-Crowned King Koroc, Resistance and Rebel Leader Lorna, Former Defenders Captain Lykos, and Former Defenders Lieutenant Alice. Player characters will be able to ask these leaders questions and attempt to communicate with them personally if they wish.

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“”Don’t remind me. That name’s too big for a kid like him.” Never mind how big Alistair might actually get. “He tried to call her Antirrhinum.”

Aconite isn’t deterred by Red’s growl, though she’ll give up trying to hold his head still for the moment. Her tail wags behind her, head canting to the side as she considers him. She chirps, drawing the sound out into a trill and bobbing her head before darting away, clumsily climbing to Billie’s shoulder and spreading her wings.

"Antirrhinum?" Billie actually looks thoughtful for a second, gaze wandering as she tries to remember what that means. Plant name, but not a poison. That's— Okay, now she laughs. "He wanted to name her after snapdragons? That would have been funny if the name wasn't awful."

But alright, she has a little green dragon on her shoulder now. She turns his head just a little, eyeing Aconite, but it's not like something that tiny is a threat, so she's definitely raising a hand to offer it for a sniff, assuming dragons work like dogs and cats and such.

Red, on the other hand, takes Aconite scaling up higher than him as a challenge, so here comes a second dragon clambering up to sit on Billie's other shoulder, whining over the fact that she's daring to pay attention to someone else.

A hand!! Billie is obviously a friend, and Aconite looks between Billie’s face and her hand as if she’s just now realizing that she’s on a another living creature’s shoulder. Wow, amazing!! Aconite will happily sniff Billie’s fingers, reaching out with her wing hands and trying to tug her finger closer. Who is Red? She’s already forgotten him for the moment.

“I let him call her Aconite. Seemed appropriate enough for when she hatched.” Shura looks at Red, counting six legs. “He said she had a unusual body type, but it can’t be that weird if that guy has the same kind of wings, right?”

Billie lets Aconite tugging her finger closer. She's still wearing gloves, so if anything, Aconite is getting a nose full of leather. That's probably safer when handling unknown dragons, as far as she's concerned.

"So wolfsbane instead. Did she hatch that night, too?" Talk about annoying coincidences. Anyway, Red is still whining at Billie and she won't give him any attention over it. That would be a bad habit to reward, same as with any animal. "Strange threatened to rename Red, but he hasn't tried just yet. Wouldn't be able to tell you much about body types, though. From what I've seen and read—" Strange's book was fairly useful for that. "Wyverns are the most common. The three big guys were all wyverns. The dragon in the pit, too."

"Yeah. Came back and she was making a commotion in the plant I stuck the egg in." If Billie is ignoring Red, then Shura will follow. "It ain't like I know how to name things, so I figured lettin' him do it was going to be less trouble. But I didn't know you were a dragon fana--Spike!"

'From what she's seen and read' sounds like Billie was a fan of the beasts back in the day when there were things to read about dragons, and there's room to tease her there. But Shura's distracted by Aconite. There's not much to sniff besides leather, but hey, could it fit in her mouth?? The dragonet barely has her jaws open before Shura calls her name, and Aconite looks up at Shura, wide eyed and innocent.

"Don't you even try that. Come here." If the little turd wasn't going to be respectful, then she couldn't use Billie as her personal jungle gym. Aconite doesn't seem to bothered by the scolding, letting go of Billie's finger and moving to leap from Billie's shoulder to Shura's hand.

Good thing tiny dragon teeth aren't going through that leather just yet, meaning Billie is unfazed by Aconite trying. She won't say it's alright by any means, just move her hand away once the dragonet lets it go of the finger. As soon as she makes the leap to Shura's hand, Red's whining tapers off and he shuffles in closer to lean against Billie's neck, feathery tail curling around it now that there's room to.

"Sorry, there's only one person around you can call a dragon fanatic and that's not me," she says, even as she finally reaches up to give Red gentle little scritches now that he's calmed down. "I found a copy of Strange's book and read a bit before giving it to him."

Aconite skitters up Shura's arm, excitedly circling around her neck. And then she just crawls back down her arm and hops to the floor like there isn't company in the home. No, it's just time to do an evening patrol around the room. With the dragonet occupied, Shura motions to the table and sits. There's a bottle of booze, and Billie probably didn't bring it just to show off.

"Seriously? Lucky find, I guess. I guess if they couldn't destroy all of the dragons then they couldn't destroy all of the books, either."

"Hey, even the black market has booksellers."

It was a very less than legal find.

Billie steps back over to the table once Shura takes a seat and settles down in the chair she'd been lounging in before. Once down, Red, who's been tracking Aconite's movements around the room, hops down to the table, then similarly to the floor. He's going to creep after the other dragonet, more or less practicing his stalking. It's not very good since it's obvious where he is but if it keeps him entertained, then Billie sure won't point him out.

Of course it was less than legal. Shura doesn't doubt that Billie probably used less than legal methods of obtaining the books from the black market bookseller.

The smaller dragonet either doesn't notice her stalker or doesn't care. There's stuff to inspect! She knows things happen during the day while she's locked up in her pen, but she can't see anything, so she obviously has to make sure that nothing is out of place when she's finally free of her prison. If Red doesn't act quick, she'll eventually turn around and see him, but if he takes the chance, he'll get a good opportunity to pounce. Aconite's going to put up a much bigger fight than Alistair, but that's most things that aren't Strange's dragon.

In the meanwhile, Shura keeps half an eye on the dragons, reaching for the bottle and examining the label. "This your souvenir?"

Five-fingered discount works even among other shady folks.

Meanwhile, you had better believe Red is taking that chance. He waits until Aconite looks busy with checking out one particularly empty corner and doesn't quite dash across the floor after her so much as he skitters and hops. He's still clumsy enough at this age that wings drag or flap awkwardly, making it an entirely unstealthy approach, but he does take his shot at pouncing.

A shot that Billie's going to give an idle glance towards but otherwise, unless they start fighting? She's just going to let them do whatever it is dragonets do when playing. Instead, she just nods at the bottle.

"I don't know when I'll be in Krimnos next so I figured I'd bring something back. Daud isn't a drinker, though, and I'm guessing Strange is too much of a lightweight to drink with."

Therefore, she's showing up at Shura's place with the bottle. She's the only option left.

It's a semi-interesting tidbit about Daud, something that might be useful later, but Shura doesn't expect to do much with it. But now she knows that the booze is meant to be shared, she'll get up to retrieve a couple glasses, though she has to pause for a moment as Red takes the chance to pounce on Aconite. Aconite squawks, caught completely off guard. She rolls on her side and kicks at Red with her back legs, keeping her wings close to her sides.

If they aren't about to kill each other, Shura doesn't care how rough they play. Let them learn how to play nice when they were little and easy to separate. It'll only take a quick second for Shura to snag the cups, setting one in front of Billie as she settles back down on the chair.

"He actually isn't that bad," Shura says, working on whatever kind of cap the bottle has, then filling Billie's cup. "Just as much of a moron, but he hasn't puked on me yet."

Could be he just doesn't drink around others, could be he really doesn't drink at all. Either way, what's someone going to do? Poison the drink he likely won't be drinking?

"Yet seems like the key word to me there," Billie replies.

With glasses on the table, Billie will reach across to snag the bottle and pry the cork out. If Shura's getting the glasses, she may as well do the pouring, which she does and then sets the bottle aside once more. Without any sounds of dragonets dying painful deaths, she doesn't spare them another glance, though Red is happy that at least one of the two dragons he's met thus far is willing to put up a better right. He'll suffer through a few kicks before backing off, wings spreading out to make himself look bigger.

Red's little wing display doesn't intimidate Aconite. In fact, it's one of the most exciting things that's happened to her in days! Sure, Shura and to a lesser extent Shishi, play with her, but they were so much bigger. Also, they didn't have wings. She spreads her own wings out wide and making a low, chortling sound of growl. If she wasn't so small, it might be a terrifying sound, but it just comes off as a cute sort of growl. And then she's promptly dashing off in an obvious attempt at getting him to chase her.

"It ain't the pukin' you got to worry about with him. He gets sentimental if you're not careful." Shura says flatly, clearly having been a victim of Strange's feelings. She needs a drink to try and chase those memories away.

Aconite's in luck. Red will absolutely give chase once she takes off, stumbling some to get turned around and closing his wings tightly to keep them out of the way as he darts after. As long as she's willing to run around, he'll be willing to chase and try pouncing again, although, without surprise on his side, he won't have as much luck as before.

And while Shura seems less than amused by Strange's sentimentality, Billie doesn't bother disguising the smirk that creeps across her lips. She hasn't run headfirst into any of that from the mage, due to them being rude to one another half the time. It's been in good fun most of the time so far. Thankfully none of it has involved sharing feelings.

"So, crying on you instead of puking on you," she guesses, picking up her own glass and turning to watch the two dragonets skittering around the floor after one another. "I mean, both are bodily fluids. It's basically the same. What's he got to be sentimental about, anyhow?"

"His wife," Shura answers with a sort of dead tone. Wait, Strange hadn't brought up his wife to Billie?? How come she never got to experience that awkwardness? This is totally unfair. Shura takes a long drink, feeling the need to repress certain memories as soon as possible.

Fairness doesn't seem to be an issue with the dragonets. Red might miss Aconite on his first leap, but Aconite will turn it around on him, little claws skittering and sliding on the wood floor as she pivots and tries to tackle him.

Considering how Billie raises her eyebrows at that, apparently not.

"He was married?" Maybe that shouldn't be as surprising as it is. Even batty wizards get married to, what, other batty wizards? Or he could have opted for someone with impulse control. Who knows. "Huh."

Yeah, she's going to take a drink, too, but eventually, she'll add, "Well, that's a lot more upsetting than just dying on bad terms with his mentor but I already told him to get over that, so maybe he should get over his wife, too."

Billie Lurk for the most sympathetic person ever award, right? Doubly displayed by how she doesn't spare Red more than an idle glance when he chirps in distress at Aconite turning the tables on him. He's the one who pounces, not the other dragonets! But Aconite has and now they're wrestling.

Wrestling is as good as chasing, or basically anything else. Aconite is not a picky dragon; play is play is play. But Red's bigger than she is, even if he's not used to being pounced, and Aconite will flee the fight after a few minute's wrestling, running to hide under a blanket so she can catch her breath for a moment and plot her next move.

If Shura wasn't in the middle of a very awkward situation with Strange, she probably would have laughed at Billie's reaction. She might have had the same face if the entire wife thing had been sprung on her suddenly, but Bell had been brought up the very first time Shura spoke with Strange. For all that she had never asked about her, Shura felt like she knew way too much about the woman.

"He said he's tryin', but I've never met a man who got over their first love." Two men who never got over the first person they fell in love with was hardly a good sample size, but to be fair, Shura never did much research after that.

That just leaves Red rolling back to his feet and stalking slowly towards the blanket.

"And I could count the men I've met who don't get over certain parts of it on one hand," Billie says, shrugging. It's not like she can honestly claim people get over first loves, considering her own hang-up. Unlike Strange, she isn't inclined to share that much just yet. Maybe after half a bottle.

"I'm sure he'll move on in some ways sooner or later but it isn't really our problem, is it?"

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Not our problem indeed. Strange's affection wasn't something Shura could really talk about, and so she'll will take the opportunity to change the topic. Some things were better discussed after a few drinks. There were safer things to talk about, like why Billie was in Krimnos.

"Did you find anythin' else in Krimnos?" It's good booze, Shura thinks, taking another sip.

Aconite stays perfectly still under the blanket as she plans. Except for the quick, whip-like movement of her tail. She hasn't quite figured out how to keep completely still yet.

It's a change in topic that Billie is totally fine with.

"Knights named Alice and Lorna aren't in the records for Krimnos," Billie answers easily enough. She found confirmation of one suspicion but what does it really mean? All it did was spawn more questions. "I went through eighty years of them and nothing."

A mystery that dragons don't care about where they are, down on the floor. Red watches the twitching tail where it moves under the blanket, betraying Aconite's location, then wiggles himself like a cat and then darts in, taking a running leap to land on that very same movement.

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"You deserve a drink for diggin' that far back. But I'm not surprised. Krimnos burned at the end of the war, didn't it? Woulda taken a bit for them to start keepin' good records again after that--" There's a yelp as Aconite is pounced on. Apparently, it hasn't occurred to her that just because she can't see Red doesn't mean that Red can't figure out where she is under the blanket. Shura turns to look at the mess. No blood, so she doesn't care. "Makes it convenient for me, I guess."

Aconite is much more distressed than Shura is. Fight like this is super hard!! But she's giving it her best shot, trying to buck Red off.

Even Billie pauses at the yelp but, like Shura, once it's obvious no one's actually hurt, she shrugs.

"Pretty sure it did. I was dead before that ever happened but even after a hundred years, you can tell how many of the buildings are more recent." Though how Shura mentions it being convenient, that has Billie tilting her head a bit, curious. "I take it those burnt records included your old life?"

There's more rustling around from the blanket as Aconite tries to get rid of Red. He'll try swatting at moving bits of cloth — which would be the other dragonet under there — a few times but, in the end, it's hard to keep any purchase on that particular fabric, so he retreats back to the floor with a tiny complaint.

"Mm, yeah. Never heard of Alice or Lorna before, but that ain't really that odd." It wasn't as if Shura made an effort to befriend too many people back then.

With Red off of her back, Aconite decides that now is the time to bolt and find a better spot. She darts out from the blanket, quick as lightning, beelining to a place that she knows will be perfect, and in her rush, she slams right in the leg of the chair Billie's sitting in. It knocks Aconite right on her tush, and she stares at it, baffled. When did this get there and how dare it be in her way! Shura leans over to take a look and just sighs.

"She ain't the brightest."

"Pretty sure most babies aren't the brightest," Billie says with an amused little huff as she looks down at Aconite. With Red hot on her tail, she's about to ruin his plan by setting her drink down and leaning over, offering a hand — and arm — for the little green dragonet to clamber up if she wants.

"You're going to have to do better than that if you want to keep ahead of Red, kid."

"She's not half-bad at huntin', at least with the crickets I put in her pen while I'm away." Shura knows this because Aconite would eat either the front half or the back half of the bug, never the entire thing. While it might not be the most intellectual challenge, Shura could at least try to get her to hone her hunting instincts if she ever had to be on her own for a while.

Billie's aid is readily accepted, and Aconite eagerly clambers up Billie's arm, clinging to the sleeve of her coat just above her elbow. She gives Red a glance and spread her wings out wide. Neener neener, she's out of reach!

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