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WEEK THREE MINGLE 2.0
ahnkeen: week 3 mingle
in the sands of time
in the sands of time
32 Remain
Waking up this morning will reveal some unfamiliar surroundings. The soft ripples of the canals and dulcet tones of otamatone fade from your ears, replaced by a steady, dry breeze and the ambient noise of the local populace filtering in through open windows. Another thing you'll notice is that it's warm - very warm. Light dress is recommended here.
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 a house, a bit on the older side but still comfortable. The decor is neutral and inoffensive, much like you'd expect of a place that sees many visitors.
Unlike the previous worlds you've visited, Ahnkeen is a bustling, busy place, full of people of all sorts - and not all are human, so please check your biases at the door. Though the world around them is dry and scarce of resources, the market town itself is alive and well, business booming, and the merchants here keep a close eye on their wares in case of any thieves.
Traversing down the streets of the housing district are the Temporals. For the most part they seem ready to receive everyone. Throwing their hands into the air and meandering down Rameel will be spearhead the introductions this time—their puma daemon trailing behind them. As an extra treat, they'll even seem to have their “black box” from previous with them this fine morning on full blast.
"Hello, hello everyone! WELCOME TO AHNKEEN!! The home to the great markets...probably. I hope more of you are used to these scenery changes by now, and by popular demand are your favorite Temporals. We've changed the set for the hat trick, but we won't stop there."
Satariel is standing close to Yomiel, their undercloak absent and their daemon raven-formed on their shoulder - it squawks after Rameel yells the welcome, but they offer everyone a warm smile. They do reach over to... turn down the "black box" of Rameel's, without looking, smile still intact. "For those of you that kept your things from previous worlds, especially the treasure from our adventures underwater, you might find that they come in handy here. We are in a market, after all."
The last Watcher has also shed their undercloak, staring at Rameel while their polecat daemon chitters. "Anyway," they turn to the rest with a vague gesture at Satariel. "Try not to steal too much this time. The last few worlds were pretty quiet, but you might run into trouble with the locals here if you keep that up."
With the new week, travelers will find that they are no longer connected physically and emotionally to another participant. As opposed to being drawn to one person in particular, they'll find themselves with the need to be physically close to any other participant they speak to. Go on, hold their hand, get your snuggle on - it'll make you feel better. This effect lasts all week.
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First! There was numerous amounts of rubble in several of the canals from the fallen buildings - the buildings themselves almost appeared as if boulders had struck them from above. There was also plants that had grown throughout the brick and mortar of the buildings, a sign of their age. We also caught sight of numerous amounts of glass fragments in the bottom of the canal. These worked as most of the others would, but...when I picked up a fragment, and angled it a certain way...it showed a most horrendous view. A blood red sky with fire raining from above...and I do believe I saw blood splatters, and feathers! Most ghastly.
We continued to explore, and lo and behold, we saw angels engraved in the stone buildings, though...they were mostly destroyed, as if someone went at them with a hammer or something similar. Several other words were found, which read, and I quote: - "THEY LIE. THEY DID THIS. IT'S THEIR FAULT. WE'VE BEEN FOOLED. TYRANY. OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE THE TRUTH." Some of the words had some awful red substance over them, and yet others were covered by lush green plants. I suppose that some of the buildings in that quarter were stores, or homes...we saw doorways here and there.
We then proceeded to explore said buildings. There seemed to be plenty of broken glass, as if a mirror had been shattered, and the rooms themselves were in ghastly shape, trashed and destroyed, likely from the overall destruction. We attempted to pull away some of the plants, and...it really was interesting, but we found that the walls and floors were quite scorched. A fascinating find, don't you think? That's all, I believe.
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From the second world on, we’ve been hearing about similar events that were basically the end of the world. None of these are isolated incidents, they’re all connected.