event: a gentle web

[thestewards]

I've lived a lot of different lives
Been different people many times
I live my life in bitterness
And fill my heart with emptiness

► The OOC plotting post for this event can be found here.

► Direct all questions to the mods at this link.

► Characters can speak with Fayura or Verim in response to her request or her web. If you would like to speak with them, please add a prompt to your top-level or as a comment to your top-level. A thread with Fayura can be requested here. A thread with Verim can be requested here.

STRANGER SUMMONS
In the morning
You wake to a feeling of unease. It’s not the room, which is comfortable and well-appointed, if plain—much like the guest room of a hotel. A note rests on the nearby bedstand, inviting you to breakfast with Queen Fayura, her court, and the Strangers who make their home with her, and it lets you know you can ask the many footmen in the twisting halls of the Queen’s Residence for directions.

That isn’t what leaves you uneasy, no.

There’s a strange flavor in the air to those both new and already present. Some of the Strangers who have been in Draega for a month or more will recognize this unease as the psychic flavor of the Queen’s emotions. Fayura’s dark presence fills the residence, and while it is normally calm and steady (if a bit wrinkly around the edges, like an exuberant young woman rumpled from her activities), now it is outright unsettled. Because her presence is so strong, because it permeates the very rocks of the bizarre building, it changes the mood in air.

Breakfast is lean: little more than thin porridge, glasses of milk and water, and carefully rationed cups of fruit preserves. The Queen’s Court, those of her First Circle, look wan and hungry. There is as much unease between them as in the air.


In the afternoon
Around midday, a psychic call touches the minds of each Stranger in Draega. Fayura’s mental presence slips along your own, quietly seeking permission to speak to you mind-to-mind, and when she has it, she says: Come straight to the Residence if you are not there already, close your minds to every thought but the beacon I leave for you, and speak with no one, not even your friends.

The beacon is a mental loadstone calling you to the Queen’s Residence. When you arrive, you’re ushered not into the Great Hall, but into a little used room. Here, the Queen holds formal court, something she rarely does.

Though witchlight and candles fill the room with light, a psychic darkness creeps across the floor. Tendrils of ice fill the spaces between the old, hardwood floorboards. Frost spiderwebs across windows and over the walls. In spite of this, the room itself doesn’t feel cold.

At the end of the room, the Queen of Hayll sits on a simple stool. Gowned in black spidersilk, she looks like midnight come to life. To her right stands a frame two feet by two feet: a tangled web simply woven. At its heart sits a Jewel chip. Should you probe it, you find its color and rank difficult to determine. Red, but not. Something darker, something strange, something that isn’t quite right. Her Consort stands just behind her, his golden eyes glazed.

“A coven of Black Widows has come to my city,” the Queen of Hayll tells you once all the Strangers are assembled before her. “They broke a young girl who had the potential to be a Queen when they tried to kidnap her last night.” A wave of fury ripples through the residence, something dark and dangerous—a dull roar from the abyss in the mind from which the Jewels’ power springs. “I have never directly asked you to put your lives in danger, but I ask you now: find these Black Widows. Bring them to me or bring them to Grand Master Niall or Lord Grejor, whomever you trust more to mete out justice, but bring them.”

She gestures to the web beside her. “A Black Widow rarely shares the webs she weaves, but I will share this one with you.”

Fayura's web Trigger warnings: mental assault against a child
Webs of dreams and visions are not concrete things. To weave them, a witch steps to the side in her mind, looking through the veil of madness to read possibile futures. But Fayura’s web doesn’t tell of possible futures. It recounts a single past, a vision pulled from walls that echo with a child’s agonized cries of pain and fear.

Three spiders crawl through the night. They chitter and clamber. They weave their wicked webs in dark corners of the city, ensnaring minds. They search, they search, they look, they seek, seek, seek, probing dreaming minds, peeling back shields around vulnerable minds, tasting the air for the earthy flavor of a Queen. (this one this one take this one to rip and rend)

They find her— is that her? —a girl that is a Queen but a girl who is not a woman— too young to have her adult strength it makes her sweet so sweet —young enough to be woven into a new shape— CON­SUME HER DE­STROY HER

They sing to her from the Darkness, but she doesn’t want to go, she doesn’t want to leave her dreams or her family her home this place this city it’s not dark but it’s Dark and it feels right and good there’s more right and good in the Darkness than in the dark corners and she fights and she pulls and she won’t go, she won’t, and she—

White
Yellow
Tiger Eye
Rose
Summer-sky
Purple Dusk
safety that's safe
it's safe there it is
it's safe it's safe
it's safe it's safe
it's safe it's safe
it's safe it's safe
it's safe it's safe
it's safe it's safe
it's safe it's safe
it's safe it's sa

She flees into the sanctuary of her mind, where the Darkness is a caress around her. She plummets past the White and the Yellow, and the Black Widows give chase, thrilling to the scent of fear.

One peels off with a shriek of rage.

Deeper, darker darker, where the abyss is quieter (quieter still deep below in the frigid depths of the BLACK and she reaches reaches for a presence deep below her) and full of Summer-sky power—she can’t go much further, her web is made of Purple Dusk, but the other doesn’t slow. The little girl slams through the web of her mind, shattering it, collapsing the abyss with a scream of power, flooding her body with more power than it can contain.

The spiders withdraw. Their prey is no good to them like this, but maybe they’ll feed on the corpse of her mind later, filling it with nightmares until not even the Black Widows of the Lady’s court can piece the little girl back together.

beneath them far beneath them a quake of power a profound fury a silent song of rage and sorrow that spirals and shivers

TANGLED WEBS OF FEAR AND LOATHING
This Black Widow coven has left tangled webs throughout Draega. These webs snare the minds of light and dark Jeweled Blood and Strangers alike. In many of the webs, the mind of a captured victim assumes an active role within the vision contained inside the web, forcing them to live through the vision. Landen minds can’t be trapped by tangled webs, but their moods and actions are certainly affected. Until the webs are cleared, they will radically alter the behavior of landens throughout the city, twisting their behavior.

Fayura has tasked you with not only finding the members of the coven but with removing the tangled webs the Black Widows wove throughout the city. The events in the web can be changed—much like with lucid dreaming, you need only realize you’re trapped within a tangled web to change the course of its vision or to escape it, and then, when you understand it, you will be able to destroy it.

A Web of Violence Trigger warnings: female on male rape, sexual violence, impending death

run

run

run

RUN

breath burning run faster faster legs aching heart hammering pulse pounding throbbing throbbing throbbing

She’s behind you, you know she’s behind you, hungry for your body and your mind, but you can’t slow down. Your sister, you think about your sister, who just barely wears the White. You need to be there for your sister. She could be a Healer, she could be more that what the Blood have become, she co—

An acrid psychic scent hits you, sour and sharp and seductive. You want her and you hate her as her power slams into your back and throws you into a wall.

A second later, she’s on you, her nails ripping through your skin as she tears off your clothes. You try to shield with your Purple Dusk, but she’s stronger than you. Shields shred like butter beneath her hands. Skin parts and opens and burns. She jabs the snake tooth under the nail on her right ring finger beneath your skin (the rough edges of all her rings cut into your bleeding flesh, and you scream before she muzzles you with an aural shield) and pumps poison into you.

Your panic spreads it faster. You feel the poison in your limbs. You’re going to die. You know you’re going to die. She’s climbing onto you, and you’re going to die like this.

A Web of Desire Trigger warnings: dubcon, sexual assault, assault, sex work, abusive relationships

You were pretty, once. You paint your lips with red paint made from the venom you milk from your snake tooth during your moontime, and you smile. Your face is hazy in the mirror, but your lips are red red red (he wears the Red, and one day, he’ll see how much you love him and he’ll love you, too) and males love red lips. Red mouth, red body, red between your legs when they ride you too hard.

You were pretty, once, but that doesn’t stop them from pushing you down. You watch the ceiling as they pant and groan and heave above you. This will keep you safe. This will keep you alive and fed. There’s nothing left in the wilderness except dead, dry desolation. Same as the desolation inside you. You’re not a Queen, but you feel it, too.

You were pretty, once. You remember what it was like to smile and watch a male’s blood drop from one head to another. You remember the power you had before they used you up and left you dry, before they wrung the joy from loving someone else. You love him, and you wear him close to your heart.

You were pretty, once, and then you told him no, not tonight. You were pretty, once, until he held you down with Summer-sky power. You railed against the Darkness for letting him be just one rank darker than you as he took your beauty from you. A blade over your eye and down your cheek. Sharp edges in your arms, across your breasts, cutting new roadways of pain all along your abdomen.

You were pretty, once. With red, red lips and a smile that drove males to their knees before you, but now red repulses you and your love never came for you. But in this memory, things are different. You are not you. You are someone else, and you can escape the one who wants to cut you.

A Web of Innocence Trigger warnings: domestic violence, violence against women, blood, implied medical torture

You’re five years old, on a ship that rides the waning waters of the Heartsblood River. Your face to the wind, adventure on the horizon. Papa calls out to you, and you turn, running barefoot across the deck to him. He holds his hands behind him, and you jump around him to see what he hides. A shield hides your prize, but Papa is kind, and once you close your eyes, he puts something soft and warm in them. You cry out with delight, opening your eyes: a stuffed animal in the shape of a puppy. From Draega, he tells you, where the landens make amazing things.

You’re 12 years old when you meet him. He’s landen but he’s smart and he makes you giggle and blush, and you give him the stuffed puppy you’ve cared for all these years and he gives you a blue ribbon. You wear it until it falls off your wrist, and then you go back to Draega and buy another.

You’re 20, at the altar in Draega. You want to wear the Sapphire, because Sapphire reminds you of the landen boy, but no one gets Birthright Jewels that dark anymore. Still, you squeeze your eyes shut and hope and hope and hope and hope and pray and pray and pray until you bite your cheek and taste blood. A wish offered with blood is a prayer to the Darkness. That’s when you smell the smoke. You know you should run, but you have to finish your Birthright, you have to succeed, you have to complete it, so you struggle and struggle and struggle. The fire takes your eyes but you take the Sapphire.

You’re 21 and you’re with him now. Your family disowned you, but you don’t care. At last, you’re happy. “Can you tell me our future?” he asks, and you weave a web that shows you with two Sisters but no husband. You lie and tell him something pretty.

You’re 27 years old, reading fortunes not just for your husband but for the hypocrites among the Guild. The Guildmasters come to your husband in the dark and pay him for your visions. He trades the money for drink and comes home stinking of alcohol. Even their Grand Master comes to you, the young prodigy they all adore. “Tell me how to ensure the Blood don't destroy the landens,” he tells you, and you give him a vision of Ebon Askavi and a song that resonates deep within the mountains, growing louder with every passing year. He strikes you hard across the face, but you know he’ll go to the Black Mountain within the year.

When you’re 29 years old, your husband drags you to the Medico Guild and leaves you there. “Weave, little spider,” their Guildmaster says, and you weave because they hurt you when you don’t, turning on their muters and cutting into your skin to see what color you bleed. You weave and weave and weave, pressing deeper and deeper into the sanctuary of your mind until at last you break yourself when you drift down below your inner web.

You’ll kill them all one day. You’ll leave them broken on the floor, eternally sleeping in puddles of their own blood. But you need to find a Queen, and the Queen you want is here but she isn’t ready, not yet, so you’ll wait ten years or find another. You’ll make her understand, you’ll make her see what you no longer can.

AIR TIME
Whether you catch the news on a Far-caster in the city or you're spinning the dial on your own device, you'll hear…

etiquette with evandra and aren
[Today, Evandra speaks softly and slowly. Sorrow thickens her throat and stretches her words into brittle filaments.] How do landens deal with Black Widows, Lord Aren, when even the Blood can be destroyed by them?

[Aren, too, is quiet.] Trust is—

[Evandra, sharply:] The Blood always speak of trust! What good is trust so often broken?

[Aren stumbles over his words.] I… that is, as Blood, we… We rely on Queens… [He trails off.] You are right to be furious. Nothing can be said that repairs a shattered mind.

the weather
[A soft-spoken man’s voice rumbles out of the Far-caster. He’s pleasant to listen to, with a soothing cadence to his voice.] …flooding along the banks of the Heartsblood River to the southeast. The river walk will be unsafe for the next week, and pedestrians are advised to take great care if they want to walk it. Interested in sailing? The Transport Guild…

the news
[Garret speaks with his usual briskness, but his temper snaps behind his words in a way it never has.] The Ebon Council and Guilds have spoken out against Queen Fayura, demanding to know what use a Queen can be if she can’t keep “undesirables” out of the city.

[Wilt sounds hollow.] While the Ebon Council demands the Queen's Court do more to guard the city’s gates, the Guilds have announced their intention to build a large-scale muter that would suppress the power of the Blood within a two-mile radius of the city. A spokesman from the Tinker Guild says they’ve already begun work on this device.

[Garret:] Indeed. The Strangers’ support for the Guilds the past few months…

Comments

[sunborne]

[ daylight sheepishly raises his servos up, a gesture that more or less says, 'i come in peace so don't make me come in pieces because you're giving off serious vibes that you can, like, bodyslam here.'

more or less.

when he's sure no body slamming is happening, he hurries up with his part: ] There are some webs that need to be taken down if I want to get some clues from someone but I don't think I'm strong enough to do it by myself. I'm an-

[ he needs to check his jewel that he carries around his bag, just to be sure ]

-an Opal. Can you help?

[arrogator]

[Good intuition, Daylight. She very well could bodyslam someone before today's over.]

Mine's Green. Not too much higher, but I can try and help if it'll bring this shit to a quicker end.

[Because she would really like the culprits found and this being over and done with.]

[sunborne]

[ that should be enough-

he hope it's enough, given what he's been told by the people who are offering aid in return. daylight is so wrapped up in hurrying this task out, he doesn't realise that mordred seems to be unphased by his real appearance like he usually would be. ]

Good! Come on- [ he now hurries off to where the webs they've got to get rid of are, gesturing for mordred to come with. ] We've got to get going!

[arrogator]

[She's too pissed off to care about things like that right now, honestly. Otherwise, yeah, she'd have questions but this is a little more important.]

All right, yeah. Lead the way.

[She's following along, ready to lend a helping hand with however you take these things down. She's not a hundred percent sure on that one, but wants to make sure she does something.]

[sunborne]

[ daylight quickly leads them both towards the webs- stopping just a few meters from it, wanting to avoid getting ensnared by its webbing.

something about the web makes him... uneasy. scared, even, as he, once again, tastes the feeling of the web: fear and terror. hatred and something weird. they all flood his connection with his jewel and makes him stagger back - almost bumping into mordred. ]

Oh- Sorry. [ he manages to avoid doing that, but just barely. ] Yeah. These are the webs we've got to get rid of. I think we just need to... Overpower it with our Jewels? Long as we're a, um, rank higher than the one who made it, we can tear it down.

[ he's an opal but he wants to be careful and ensure they get rid of it. ]

Ready?

[arrogator]

Overloading? All right, I can do that.

[She sounds confident, but the web's bugging her just as much. She doesn't like that at all and doesn't trust her face to not show it. So the back of her armor kind of slides out, forming a helmet and putting that over her face, hiding her expressions from view.]

And I'm ready as I'm going to get, so let's do this.

[She'll start focusing on things, figuring it's not going to be much different than her Noble Phantasm. Just take all that...everything and shove it outward at whatever she's facing. Going to take a moment to collect it all though.]

[sunborne]

[ daylight is all about accuracy over strength when he uses his craft to begin tearing down the web.

he imagines his craft being used like a gun of sorts in this instance. he aims for what he thinks is the weakest bits in the web, shooting at those sports to break then and to help weaken the infrastructure over-all. aim and shoot. aim and shoot. aim and keep shooting at the weak spots, ignoring the feeling of horror and shame the entire time.

and while he may never be strong as someone like nightbreak - or even mordred, given her use of her craft compared to his - daylight wants to do his best in contributing in the web's destruction.

... which turns out surprisingly quick. daylight is only an opal and seems to be only making a little dent in the grand scale of things, precision or not. mordred? mordred's green jewel helps batter down the web and destroy it within a few minutes of the pair starting their demolition project. ]

[arrogator]

[Mordred's definitely the opposite. On the battlefield, she has no use for precision or anything like that, choosing to smash things in an overwhelming display of force, and that's what happens once she's done focusing, the magic from the jewel surging out and just shredding the web in front of her. It's like hacking away at a dense jungle, everything in front of her has to get the hell out of her way.]

...there.

[She sounds a little tired once she's finished. That's burning a lot of energy and she doesn't normally do that. Or hasn't had much reason to since she got here. It feels similar to using her Noble Phantasm, and that's exhausting, so she's not in a hurry to do that again.]

Wasn't too hard, right?

[sunborne]

[ daylight isn't at winded compared to poor mordred. he feels bad for having to pull back, but he tried his best to keep an eye on how much energy he burned through his jewel these days.

it'll be kind of embarrassing if he found himself forced into a forced stasis recharge and leave himself vulnerable in public. ]

... Could have been worse, for sure.

[ he takes one last deep breath before he laughs out of the blue, suddenly resting his servos on his knees to keep himself supported. the loss of energy, the sudden clearness of the atmosphere - it was kind of dizzying. ]

We're in so much trouble if we stumble across another web, huh...?

[ you might want to, um, knock on wood or something, mordred. unless you want to do that again. ]

[arrogator]

[She'd probably better off if she had a fighting style that wasn't the equivalent of a tornado but with a sword. It gets the job done most of the time though.]

Nah, I can take it.

[The hell if she's going to admit she needs to sit down for a moment and take a break.]

Some of the others might want the chance to take one down though.

[She'll say that much though. Totally not the same thing as taking a break!]

[sunborne]

[ totally not taking a break or anything. no siree bob.

so daylight does his best to hide his relief at her suggestion to leave the webs up for others. ridiculously irresponsible to the point he could feel nightbreak's unseen optics burning into the back of his helm? pretty much. absolutely necessary to keep himself from passing out when meddy isn't around? pretty much, times two.

though he does try to keep his eye on the prize, remembering why he's here. ] ... After this- After this, I think we should meet up with those folks. See what they have.

I really hope the information is good enough to track one of the Widows down. [ he presses his lips together in concern. ] I don't like the idea of them still lurking around.

[arrogator]

I don't think anyone likes it.

[She sure as hell doesn't.]

But yeah, we'll find them. We have to, no way in hell am I letting someone who pulls that kind of shit get away.

[sunborne]

[ daylight nods in agreement and tries to feel confident that they'll get the black widows.

steeling himself one more time, he straightens himself up and stretches out his limbs to ready himself for the hustle back to the people who gave him the task. the winglets of his jetpack flares out, wiggling to shake out the kinks. ]

We should hurry back. [ says the hybrid who is already jogging off to the direction of where they need to go next. ] I don't want the folks to get spooked by something and leaving before we can talk.

[arrogator]

Good point.

[She's keeping up, considering using her burst skill to dash ahead, but she's not sure she wants to expend more energy right now. Not if there might be more stuff to deal with.

Plus she might crash into something and that would be super embarrassing.]

Yeah, I definitely don't want to be left out on this one.

[While she's hurrying, she definitely gives the jetpack a look, but she'll keep quiet about it for now. Next time though, there will definitely be questions!]

[sunborne]

[ right off the bat, the jetpack sure looks weird. if only because it doesn't look like there are straps on daylight's shoulder, or any other thing used to keep it up on him..

in fact, as daylight turns a corner to head back to where it all began, mordred might get a chance to glimpse something even stranger: the jetpack seems to be fused with daylight. its metal of the pack fusing with the metal of the frame, creasing a seamless seam between the two.

then daylight makes another turn and the sound of him calling out indicates that they've reached their destination- ]

We're back! We got rid of the web and everything!

[ the people look relieved as they leave their house and hurry to daylight and mordred's side.

is it true?, asks one of the men. he's addressing mordred now, looking relieved he's speaking to someone who looks human and he can have proper eye contact with. the web that's blocking the road- it's no longer there? ]

[arrogator]

[There's definitely going to be questions about that, yup. But they can wait since Mordred's busy addressing some of the questions from the townspeople.]

Yeah, we took care of it.

[And she's proud of that, also glad to be of help, but at the same time...]

Don't all go running out there though, we took out one of them, but there might still be other ones out there. Widows too. We'll take care of em, but just...

[She frowns, trying to think of how to phrase this right.]

Be careful out there, all right?

[sunborne]

[ we promise, we promise, the people who speak to mordred and daylight swear fervently. though the group keeps their distance, they all are clearly grateful for the help given to them by the two strangers. for strangers they maybe, they had gone out of their way to help them with their problem.

one of the men then turn to daylight, solemnly saying, and we made a promise to you. you wanted to know what i say, right?

he then tells daylight - and, in turn, mordred since she's there to hear it - that they think they saw a woman skulking about the allies before the webs began to appear. she was a wild-looking one - intense eyes. wore many rings on her hands. they smelled so much fear and terror on her in the psychic scent for some reason; something about her unnerved them and they kept their distance. ]

... [ daylight takes a few seconds to absorb this information, biting on his lower lip in thoughtfulness. ] Well- Sounds looks like that's someone worth looking into.

[ he looks over to mordred now. ] I'm going to start keeping an eye out for her and head out to another place I want to investigate. Are you interested in coming over? Or do you want to, um, do your own thing?

[arrogator]

[Mordred's quiet for a change, listening along while the description's given. Definitely sounds important to her.]

Until this shit gets taken care of, this is my thing. You want backup, you've got it.

[She's not going to abandon Daylight if he needs help. There's plenty to do, sure, but she can focus on this for now. And if this person's dangerous, which they probably are, she's not going to leave someone else to fend for themselves against them.]