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WEEK ONE MINGLE
krankaz: week 1 mingle
Depths of the Leviathan
Depths of the Leviathan
38 Remain
Waking up this morning will reveal some unfamiliar surroundings. The familiar sights and sounds of Cittàgazze are long gone, replaced by something much more ancient, yet still radiant. The sound of children playing in the streets and scampering about have been replaced by the echoes from deep. Try not to hold your breath for too long when you finally take the first steps outside to soak in all of new sights. Ideally, "soak" being used as a metaphor instead of literally as well, and it can stay that way just as long as the "Bubble" is respected. What? A "Bubble?"
You all awaken in your beds—although they aren't the beds that you found yourself falling asleep in previously, and you might not even see the same face as you had the previous night. But one by one, as you filter out, you find yourselves in what had once been a grand and imperious castle. The halls stand massive, arching and textured in reliefs and carvings of beautiful faces and creatures. Old paintings adorn the walls, or have even been knocked down to prop against them, rotten from moisture and dust and neglect. Great landscape scenes, the tales of battlefields, and royal portraits of strangers vary where you can make them out.
As the journey through these halls continues, everyone comes to the same conclusion: this place is twice as empty as the city of magpies was. It would probably be dimly lit, were it not for a faint blue glow from outside (from the Bubble over everything, you'll come to realize) and the fact there's bioluminescent corral, plants, and even small creatures everywhere, washing everything in salmon, pinks, purples, oranges, reds. Light posts and fixtures are adorned with once-white crystals that illuminated things, now covered in these same warm hues to replace their glow.
Coming down to the join of the two castle wings and into the throne room, you'll meet some familiar faces. Or unfamiliar? We don't know your lives. They seem to be anticipating your eventual arrival.
Each of the three hooded figures have a distinctly colored cloak with one being dark like the night, the second in a cloak of bright and soft dawn, and the last in robes of stormy sunset. Once again, two appear to stand at the same height, but this time the third is of a shorter stature. It's that shorter one, in the dawn-colored cloak, that speaks first.
They clap their hands once, twice, three times - and then their voice, strong but chipper, is loud and clear. "Hello, everyone! Apologies for the surprise, we, ah, weren't exactly expecting this to happen until it did? My name is Satariel, and we're the Temporal Watchers. The Celestials are still here with us, but it's our turn to speak with all of you like this. If we haven't met before, it's nice to meet you now! If we've met before, it's good to see you again. Please let us know if there's anything we can do to help you, as we all figure things out, as we know that things are already fairly stressful as is right now."
They fold their hands together in front of themself, bowing politely, and pass it onto the next in line who stands taller than Satariel and dressed in a long dark cloak like the night. "Satariel is so great! It makes me wonder why we're even here." They'll say with a laugh before properly addressing everyone else after raising their left hand up to the side of their face in the shape of a paw.
"It's as they say—we're the Temporal Watchers and I'm Rameel, so hello, hello! I hope everyone enjoyed my gift last week. Unfortunately, I don't have anything for you this week but if you talk to me later maybe I can arrange something. We are but your humble servants."
To conclude their turn speaking, they'll give a deep, flourishing bow and step aside for the one in a cloak reminiscent of a stormy day. "Yomiel." They wave a hand at the other two. "They covered most of it already, so just let one of us know if you have any questions. We'll answer messages, too, if you need us."
With the new week, travelers will find that their daemons have stopped hiccuping and shifting without warning. Instead, they will find that they and their daemon have limited control over one of four elements - earth, fire, water, or air. Some examples would be shifting sand, warming a cup of tea with your hands, sweating more than normal (if you aren't like Bertolt), or always looking like you're in a hair commercial. This effect lasts all week.
And, if you're worried about your things, just check your rooms. They'll be stored away safe and sound.
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We can give it a try. But it might not have much regularity. So be prepared for more-
[And another fish goes flying at his face.]
- Fish.
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[(young girl yells at fish)
anyway, sheba smacks the incoming fish away from nero and then drops to the ground to avoid another. it goes sailing over her head and then flops uselessly on the ground.]
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Alisaie lets out a huff of frustration, dodging another fish and instead getting hit by a piece of debris for her troubles.]
Is it worth trying to find some way of warding them off? Or must we resign ourselves to being pummeled the entire time we're searching?
[She's not using her rapier on the fish.
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as he holds up his cape in an attempt to shield himself—]
We might just have to resign ourselves! Unless you think you can get them all, Sheba...
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[Because this sucks!
Another fish hits his arm and bounces to the ground.]
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[sheba can and will dart in and out of the group to knock fish and various pieces of debris away while they work on what they need to do. i rolled a 16 so she'll knock away at least 3/4 of the crap getting yeeted at them.]
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[What she wouldn't give right now. But Alisaie is going to just. Ignore the fish and debris, since they can't do anything about it, and grab up an old racquet of some sort. At about the same time, the newest wave of silt floods in from the outside, sending her into a coughing fit as she tries to wave it away.]
How are we supposed to accomplish anything under these circumstances...
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[rochalizo again tries to shield himself with his cape, before looking for some sort of stick he can try and push/pull things with.
he points in a direction.]
Over there— [cough] —Nero! It looks like it's near a geyser, so do be careful.
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I got five minutes with this- tell me if ya see any treasure and where it is!
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i rolled an 8 this time so sheba will knock a few out of the way and then get smacked in the face with a fish, toppling backwards. while she's scrambling back up to her feet, she's not going to be able to block the others from getting hit.]
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[Heading up to the edge of the bubble, Alisaie is now trying to use her racquet leverage to pull some things in. It's a little difficult to see what they're getting with everything, but at least everything from the first geyser is starting to settle down?
(That certainly won't last long.)]
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[chaos! in the bubble!
rochalizo turns away to look at sheba and gets knocked by another fish for his trouble, causing the stick he was holding onto to go flying as well.]
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[Why is he being pelted with fish!?]
-five minutes!
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[she leaps back up to her feet, ignores the way her ankle sort of hurts a little, and blocks every single incoming fish because i rolled a nat 20.]
Take THAT!
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[Hmm that sounds like a cue for... GEYSER NUMBER TWO!!! Let's welcome them to the Bubble, folks]
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[that sure is a geyser going off]
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[And before he can answer how, he gets smacked with three fish.]
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[—my magic back, she would say, except i just rolled a 5 so this time around she only succeeds in blocking fish from 1/4 of them. rochalizo, you're safe. everyone else, including sheba herself, is getting pelted by fish.]
Rrrgh... I'm going to eat a bunch of fish for dinner tonight and I'm not going to feel even a little bad about it.
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Right--Rochalizo, you point out any treasure you can find. Nero, use your magic to bring it in. Sheba and I shall take care of the fish.
[Which would be a great moment if she wasn't brandishing a worn racquet with splinters sticking out of it and missing, frayed strings... but you take what you can get sometimes. And with a 15, she can make up for the fish Sheba can't reach! Congratulations, team, everyone's safe for a couple seconds.]
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I should've asked for a spyglass from those kids when I had the chance... [he sighs] But very well!
Nero, over there, and watch the fish!
[inconveniently, silt comes flooding in a moment later to block their vision.]
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Adnodus Omnis!
[His magic circle hangs in the air with a slight blue glow. A good chunk of treasures get yanked into the Bubble, and placed delicately next to the group.]
Where else?
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squinting through the silt, she thinks she spots a flash of something shiny - ]
Over there! What was that?
[pointing!!]
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Which means she's Focused on fish for this round, so doesn't have much to add to the treasure hunting side of things. You've got this!!]
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Honestly, is any of this even of value to us...
[was this worth getting pelted by fish for]
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[He follows Sheba's pointer finger and squints.]
That shiny thing?
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