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event: a gentle arrival

I won't give up so don't give in
You've fallen down but you can rise again

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

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SWEET DREAMS AREN'T MADE OF THIS
The dream isn't unpleasant, just strange. Mist curls around you long after the woman fades. You hold a Jewel in your hand, marveling at its multifaceted surface and feeling the thrill of new, untapped power. Anticipation surges in you: that feeling of wrongness that so often accompanies a nightmare you can't wake from. Anticipation becomes fear. You look up, certain that at any moment the mist will pull back and reveal something gruesome and terrible.

A scream. A piercing wail, that sound that accompanies a violent death. The sound doesn't come from your dream, and it jolts you awake. You…

i. Are alone in your room, and have a moment to gather yourself. Wherever you laid down to rest, you've woken up somewhere different. Somewhere strange. There's a comforting weight in the air—a feeling of welcome, of belonging. Then another scream pierces the night. In your dream, the woman asked for a hero. Maybe you already consider yourself a hero or maybe you don't, but now seems as good a time as any to either be one or start pretending.

ii. See a dark shape looming over you. You have no time to assess the place you've woken up, though you have a quick flash of insight that your dream must have been more than a dream and the woman to whom you spoke has brought you to her world and her home. There's no time to marvel at this. The shadow above you draws back, a pistol Breaker in their hand. Even if you've never seen a gun before, you can somehow taste their malice and hatred. They're pointing a weapon at you, and your scream might be the next to tear through the midnight darkness.

Landen Hunters have infiltrated the Queen's Residence. How stalwartly you choose to fight them off is up to you, but you'll quickly encounter members of Fayura's First Circle defending against the attackers. Allairavar rallies the people of the court, ensuring the most vulnerable are well guarded in the massive dining hall. Loren maintains a Green shield around the room, and only those of the court or the Strangers can enter. There, Healers tend to the wounded, and the children who live at the residence are kept safe.

Amidst the turmoil, you overhear snippets of conversation:

A Healer, quietly, to her patient: If the Lady isn't here, she and Prince Verim must be working some spell to protect us. Rest easy, Prince.

Lord August, speaking quickly to Prince Lachlan as they rush by: —monsters find out the Queen would be bringing help to us tonight? Who told the Hunters—

An injured footman, worried: —see the flames through the window. Landens live in Old Town. How unsurprising that the Guilds would come up with a distraction that hurts their own, too.

FLAME AND FURY
Beyond the Queen's Residence, the Old Town Bazaar burns. Horrified faces gather at the east-facing dining hall windows, and distraught whispers fill the air. Someone cries out that their sister lives in Old Town.

Loren reacts first. He calls for volunteers from the Strangers, and you have the distinct impression that he measures you by your response. "The Hunters—" He grimaces, realizing the Strangers probably don't know what he means. "—landen assassins came in the night to kill you. They've lit part of our city on fire to prevent us from following them. We don't know who, specifically, came for you, but we know where they've gone to ground, so we don't need to chase them down. What we do need to do is stop the fire from spreading. The First Circle will stay here and defend the residence. Who among you Strangers, those of you who came here tonight, will help with the fires?"

Those who agree to help are sent with Allairavar to put out the flames. As you travel with him, Allairavar provides a crash-course in creative application of Craft.

*You wear the Jewels, so you can shield. You should know how, if the Lady's spell worked. Shield yourselves to protect from the flames. Use Craft to shield the buildings and starve out the fires,* he says on a psychic thread so that everyone can hear him and he doesn't need to waste his breath by shouting. *Rescue anyone trapped in the buildings regardless of who they are. Be on the look out for Hunters—the assassins Loren mentioned. They're sneaky bastards, and they'll use our focus on helping the people to put knives in our backs if they can.*

Put out fires, use your powers or Craft to support buildings before they collapse, and rescue landens and Blood alike from the damage done by the Hunter Guild. Be wary and alert, and try not to damage the city more than the fires already have should you encounter Hunters. Blood families will go with the Strangers more easily than landen families, but Allairavar makes it clear that if you have to physically remove someone from a burning home or one that is about to collapse then that is exactly what you should do.

REST FOR THE WEARY
Dawn breaks on the horizon, painting the city of Draega a hazy red. With little wind, the smoke hovers around the city. In Old Town, even buildings that didn't burn begin to smell like the fire.

A somber weight falls on the Queen's Residence. In the aftermath of the night's events, Loren introduces himself to each of the Strangers individually if possible but to groups if he must: He is the Queen's Steward, and his Queen was the one who worked the spell to bring them to Draega. He apologizes for the circumstance of their arrival and that the Queen is currently indisposed. Everyone, he explains, can stay in the residence for as long as they would like, and he makes it clear that by no means are the Strangers required to remain in the residence nor will they be viewed with suspicion or distrust by the court if they decide to find their own homes.

Those with medical skills or healing powers are brought to the dining hall to help the Healers. The Healer in charge is a young, Yellow Jeweled woman who has exhausted her Craft and desperately needs assistance. Anyone who inquires about her position within the court, either to her or others, learns that she is highly skilled and spent her childhood in the landen Medico Guild before taking a chance on her half-Blood heritage and making an Offering. While she wears one of the lightest Jewels in the residence, even Allairavar submits silently to her attentions and he offers no excuse when she chastises him for getting injured.

Midway through the day, Allairavar and Loren make the mistake of having an unshielded conversation near the dining hall. Anyone nearby can overhear…

"I spoke briefly to Verim," Loren says, voice low and urgent. "They weren't caught in the fire, but Allairavar…"

A muscle in Allairavar's jaw ticks. His massive, membranous wings fan out to fill the hall before he pulls them tight to his back. "She's injured."

Loren nods. "Badly. The backlash of power struck her hard, and Verim couldn't help her absorb it." Tension lines Allairavar's body, and Loren quickly adds, "You can't kill them. She brought them here to help us—"

"Our Queen is vulnerable," Allairavar hisses. "There are strangers in our home." A dangerous, wild look fills his eyes. "Does she plan on doing this again? We're not letting her." He rocks back and forth on his feet with the nervous energy of a man contained and about to explode.

"So we'll strand these people here?" Gentle concern fills Loren's eyes. "She'll need to do this once more to send them home."

All that nervous energy abruptly vanishes, and Allairavar bends a sleepy-eyed, malevolent look on Loren. "Would you ask our Queen to destroy herself for these people?"

Violence cloaks both men, but the threat of action rests solely on Allairavar. Loren keeps his voice gentle. Soothing. "Do you really think she would have made the offer if she couldn't send them home? Do you think she would truly be so cruel as to demand they come here with no chance of ever returning home?"

Allairavar is quiet for a long moment. The tension slowly flows out of him, leaving him looking weary and exhausted. "Yes," he finally says, tone grim. "Because to her, the price is worth it to save the world. And she would accept it for any of them if they asked." He runs a hand over his head and sighs heavily. Without another word, he turns and walks away. Loren does not call after him.

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
[Evandra's voice is a little bit rough and a little bit husky, the kind of voice that gives bad ideas to young men and headaches to fathers.] Just because the Blood have no law against murder doesn't mean you can kill anyone on the street—or in their homes, isn't that right, Lord Aren?

[Aren's voice is chipper and bright. He sounds more like an eager boy than the full-grown man he is.] Quite true, Evandra! Unless someone has done something to merit execution, wanton murder is generally frowned upon. A Queen can demand a price for the death of someone in her Territory or court.

[A thoughtful hum from Evandra.] So, the Hunter Guild's attack on the Queen's Residence last night isn't illegal, but it was incredibly gauche. And now they face possible retaliation from her and her court. How ghastly!

[Aren agrees.] A dreadful affair. Remember: just because you can doesn't mean you should.

[Evandra:] Quite so. Something for us all to consider. As always, I'm Evandra.

[With solemn dignity, Lord Aren says:] I'm Aren, and you've been listening to…

[Together:] Etiquette with Evandra and Aren. [Jaunty outro music plays. Perhaps they should reconsider this particular tune on dark occassions.]

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.] …overcast and snowy days with temperatures hovering around freezing during the day and dropping at night. Need to tune up your e-line heaters? The Elektriline Guild is offering a limited-time discount this week to ensure you stay warm around the clock.

the news
…distressed to hear of the incident at the Queen's Residence. [The man speaks in a slow, smooth voice. His words ring with heartfelt sincerity.] Though Lady Fayura and I don't often see eye-to-eye— [He chuckles at this, as though he's made a joke. Another man, presumably an interviewer, chuckles along with the air of someone who isn't sure this is a joke they should be laughing at.] —I condemn the actions taken by the Hunter Guild. Destroying people's homes is simply unacceptable.

But one wonders what that surge of power was just prior to midnight. Craft, surely, but to what end? Was that the spell the Queen used to summon these… Strangers from other Realms? Surely we can agree that such action, taken independently of the Guilds and the Ebon Council, much as we don't get along, is cause for concern. I believe the Lady has overstepped, and it is my firm hope that Lord Grejor issues an injunction against her for such flagrant disregard for the law.

[The interviewer speaks, and his voice is faintly strained.] Thank you, Grand Master Niall, for talking to us on this issue.

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Whoa —

[ well, that takes care of that, then. leo blinks at the suddenly-gone hunter, and then turns to look at mary. ]

Thanks, lady! That was pretty cool. [ even if she looks absolutely nothing like someone who should be in the middle of a burning town like this... but he's learned to not trust in appearances. ]

I... you're welcome. [ She stands in shock, trying to figure out what she did and if she could do it again. ] He might come back again.

[ Mary adds her protective shield of magic to whatever Leo may currently be putting up. That spell at least, she seems to be able to control fairly well. ]

Knowing his type, he probably will. Ugh, why do monster assassins never give up?

[ has no one ever explained the concept of "graceful defeat" to them? probably not.

when leo looks at the woman more closely, it's obvious just how shook she is, perhaps about the attack, or perhaps (and his instincts say this one's more likely) the blast of magic she just unleashed. not everyone grew up with weird powers... and he knows from experience just how weird it is, to realize you can do things no one else can. ]

I think there's still people in that house. Wanna stick by me so we can get them out? You know, in case the guy does come back. I could use some help.

[ for her benefit, mostly — he could do this on his own, but he's still not sure she should be out here, even if she's proven to defend herself quite well... and he knows it's always easier to deal with things when you've got stuff to do. stuff to focus on. he steps closer to the burning building, the flames around him curling towards him and then dying out, like absorbed into his skin. ]

Yes, I can do that.

[ Even with the protective shield, she's had reservations about walking into a burning house. She follows the young man, even if her steps are tentative.

The way the fire seems to just be absorbed around him is fascinating to her and she watches him with wide eyes. ]

What sort of magic is that? [ She can't help asking. ]

[ he looks over his shoulder to see that she follows, and makes sure that all the fire around them is just — gone, even when it blazes just as bright nd hot as it did before, only a few feet away from them.

(it's going to cost him, this level of control, but he's willing to take the exhaustion.) ]

Uh — [ comes the intelligent answer, mostly because he's never really thought of it. it was never something that needed thinking about, what with all the other demigods with their own powers. ]

Hereditary? [ he flashes an uncertain grin at her. ] It's called pyrokinesis. Got all the weird stuff I can do from my dad, and the winning smile and awesome curls from my mom.

Really? [ He speaks so casually of it, but Mary is amazed. ] Magic is real where you come from?

[ Perhaps in the middle of a fire with potential assassins around them isn't the time to ask questions like this, but her curiosity has gotten the best of her. ]

If you mean the wave-a-wand-and-say-a-spell kind of magic, that's still totally Harry Potter-y fiction. But if you mean, like, controlling elements and talking to machines and gods being real and there being lots of annoying prophesies that are also real, then, yeah.

[ that's..... probably too much of an infodump and he kind of feels bad the second he gets to the end of his list, but, she did ask, right?

leo grimaces. ] Sorry, lady, I'm not making this whole thing any easier, am I? Anyway, I'm Leo, Leo Valdez. Awesome to meet you and all that jazz, despite, you know, everything. [ he waves his hand to gesture around them, to the fires, and potential assassins, ans being here in the first place. ]

[ Mary has not a clue who Harry Potter is, so she didn't follow most of that, other than perhaps he is some sort of magician. The rest of his story is similarly fantastic, though being that they are currently in a world where magic is real, it's difficult not to believe that the young man is telling the truth. ]

Lady Mary Crawley. [ He's probably right. This isn't really a time for long introductions. ] You can absorb the fire? Does it hurt you?

Lady?

[ it's less of a question than a surprised exclamation as leo all but trips over his own feet as he walks — apparently meeting goddesses doesn't actually prepare you for real-life actual-human nobility.

he recovers fast, though. ]

Nope! I'm pretty much fireproof. It'll burn my clothes, though, if I don't focus enough, and let me tell you, that is so annoying. One stray, sudden blast of a fireball and poof, nearly all of my clothes are just gone.

[ why. why is he talking about losing clothes with a noblewoman. why is this his life. why can't he shut up?? ]

I... yes. [ Mary watches as the boy nearly trips, feeling a bit concerned that he's about to hurt himself. ] My father is the Earl of Grantham.

[ His powers sound extraordinary, though perhaps that tidbit about his clothes could have been left out. She quirks an eyebrow at him. ]

Let's hope that doesn't happen tonight, I suppose.

That sounds important. [ to put it mildly. he feels like wheezing a little. ]

It won't! [ he answers with a 0.01 second delay. ] It won't, absolutely, you can forget everything I said about it! If you don't mind, your ladyship-ness!

Somewhat. [ Mary will leave it at that for now. They're in the middle of a literal firefight, so there's really no time to explain that an Earl is above a Viscount but below a Marquess and a Duke. In short, a middle of the road sort of nobleman. ]

I can put my defense shield up around you as well if you think that might help. [ Her eyes scan around their area, looking for Hunters. ] Where are you going now?

Seriously? You'd do that? I mean, focus on yourself first, the fire won't hurt me. But... I can't keep it from hurting the people who are trapped in the houses.

[ which is what she could do. and together — ] I'm gonna go save as many people from burning buildings. What do you say, lady? You with me?

[ She's not exactly a fighter, which should be obvious to Leo just by looking at her, but she came to this world to help and she's out here trying her best. ]

Yes... I'll come with you. I'll be able to put up a shield around both of us.

[ he can tell, which is why he takes a moment to kill the smile and look at her seriously. ]

Great. And I promise no one's gonna hurt you, not the assassins, nor the fires. You help me with saving the people, and I'll keep both them and you safe.

[ Mary nods, still not feeling terribly confident, but believing that the young man will do his best to protect her. Being immune to fire will greatly help in this situation. ]

I might be able to float some of the people if they are injured in case they're too heavy to carry.

That's... [ leo pauses, sighs, and then directs a beaming smile at her. ]

That's amazing! And really helpful. We'll make an awesome combo, here.

I'll try. I-I am still trying to learn how to use the Craft.

[ And she's not that great at it yet. Usually it ends up going awry somehow, but she will try incredibly hard not to hurt any of these people. ]

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