event: a gentle arrival

[thestewards]

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.

► Direct all questions to the mods at this link.

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.

Comments

[unwieldy]

[ Things that are instant regrets:

This.

Walking through snow is a struggle and he hadn't prepared for it at all. Especially when the snow is this tall and this much of a pain in the ass to get through. He might have reluctantly agreed to check things out and possibly lend a helping hand for clearing the snow, but now that he's here, this had clearly been a mistake.

He's about a second away from turning back and forgetting the whole thing when he first hears, then later sees, the stranger waving to him. Haein doesn't wave back, just narrows his eyes suspiciously at the steam around the other boy. ]

What's going on?

[ Ignores Leo's question to gesture to the steam instead. ]

[mekhanikos]

I'm clearing snow, obviously, Valdez-style!

[ he pauses, and then says, with sparkling eyes and a grin that seems so nonchalant he's clearly gearing up for something important, ]

You could say I'm steaming through it.

[ oh man, he's hilarious, he should apply for a stand-up comedy competition! ]

[unwieldy]

[ Well, this was a colossal mistake. Haein should've bailed when he'd had the chance, but he'd been a fool and stuck around to listen to... this.

There's no laugh on his end, not even a quirk of the lips. Just dead-eyed, very unamused staring. ]

Don't do that again.

[mekhanikos]

[ too bad, haein, you're stuck with him now. leo, for his part, blinks at haein for a second... and then sighs. ]

Man, tough crowd, huh? Okay, okay, Mr. No-Fun, I got it. You're allergic to jokes.

[ what once was snow underneath their feet is now nothing more than a puddle of mildly warm, very wet water. ]

I'm Leo. You gonna hop on this snow clearing train? I mean, I'm doing a fantastic job so far, but I'm gonna run out of firepower eventually. [ that's not even a joke, he means it in its most literal sense: that his fire-generating abilities will be exhausted if he keeps this up for too long. ]

[unwieldy]

[ He's extremely allergic to jokes... To the point where it could wind up being fatal.

Not for him, but for the jokester.

Haein regards Leo carefully for a moment. He might be weighing the pros and cons of working with someone else, with much of the pros being less work and all of the cons being working with someone else. But in the end, he settles on sucking it up and dealing with it. It would look bad for him to return to the Queen's Residence now when he'd just left. ]

Haein. [ Might as well get introductions out of the way. ] Are you using Craft to melt the snow?

[mekhanikos]

[ urgh, again with the craft stuff. he gets that it's what it all seems to be called here, but... he groans regardless. ]

No, I'm using pyrokinesis to melt it. I've always been able to do it, even before hearing about this Crafts stuff.

[ and there was a time when even thinking of admitting that was enough to make his heart seize up with guilt, his words freeze on his tongue. the first time he showed it to his friends, he'd been terrified.

the guilt no longer comes, though. he'd avenged his mother, and gaea was dead. no reason to be anything but slightly smug about his abilities, anymore. ]

[unwieldy]

[ Pyrokinesis? That's handy for this snowpocalypse... What a convenient tool—er... person to have run into! ]

Oh. You're another one of those.

[ By "those" he means people with powers. He's met quite a few after arriving here, and though he has abilities of his own, it's kind of strange seeing so many of them after basically being the only one back where he's from.

He considers that might have been intentional on the Queen's part. ]

I don't have anything like that, so I'll have to use Craft.

[ Practice some of that warming spell stuff... and leave most of the work to Leo. ]

[mekhanikos]

Yep, [ comes the answer with a grin, because the other option is to feel embarrassed, and leo's not about that life. and besides — having lived surrounded by other demigods for a good amount of time, "people with powers" is starting to be the new norm for him.

(with a stab of guilt, he thinks of calypso back home, calypso who willingly gave up her powers and immortality to leave her island with him.)

which is why he says, with a solid, sincere tone with no ounce of joking left, ]

Not that there's anything wrong with not having powers. For most of my life I didn't even want to have any. And some of the best, most terrifyingly awesome people I know don't have any.

[ calypso, again, but also annabeth. percy's girlfriend and the de facto leader of their quest is a force of nature without being able to command any elements at all. ]

But, hey, Craft works! Come on, man, let's go make this winter wonderland as little less winter-y.

[unwieldy]

[ Oh... Relatable. Haein also didn't want powers, but the thing with him is that he's made zero progress on that front and still doesn't want powers. But it's not so bad here where everyone else seems to have come in already with abilities or those without finding themselves suddenly being gifted with Craft.

He doesn't stand out that way, and it's kind of nice.

But right, melting the snow. Leo's sunny disposition seems like it could do that all on its own and honestly, it's such a huge contrast to Haein's gloomy personality that he feels a bit blindsided by it. ]

I'll take this side.

[ Gestures to the area behind him. He might be trying to get some distance between the two of them. Go be cheerful from at least fifteen feet away, Leo. ]

[mekhanikos]

[ his new... well, "friend" would be stretching it, so let's call him an acquaintance — his new acquaintance doesn't really react to what he's saying in any way, but leo's beginning to guess it's the norm for this guy, and thus doesn't really seem to mind all that much.

instead, to his comment, he grins, moving his hand as if he was bouncing a ball... and soon he is, except it's a fireball, one that he moves back and forth between his hands, ready to clear some snow. ]

Alright! [ and for a moment, it seems like that is it... except then leo turns back to haein. ]

So, what's your strategy going to be? How're you using the Craft?

[unwieldy]

[ What the frick frack, Leo, take the hint and go away!!

The bouncing fireball is a bit of an odd sight, though, and Haein eyes it warily like he's not sure if he trusts it in the other boy's hands. After all that fire and damage from his first day in this place, he's realized how easily things can go up in flames. ]

A warming spell.

[ He's seen a few of the people here use it, and figures this is as good a time as any to get accustomed to it. ]

It'll probably be a lot slower than your... [ gestures to the fireball ] ... that.

[mekhanikos]

[ let him think of that....... ummmm no. how about no.

perhaps deliberately ignoring haein's desire to be left alone, leo just beams at him. ]

That's a good idea! Besides, learning the Craft stuff is good, right? So this is great practice!

[unwieldy]

[ This is... too much... positive energy...

Is it possible to die from overexposure to this stuff? ]

Maybe instead of talking, you can get to work.

[ Just a helpful suggestion! Look, see? Even Haein is getting started on his spell. ]

[mekhanikos]

[ probably. best not try it too hard. ]

Hey, I'm totally awesome at multitasking. See?

[ he drops the ball of flames at his feet, creating a steady circle around him, and as he walks, the snow melts. ]

You know it's harmful to play into the stereotype that men can only do one thing at a time, right?

[unwieldy]

[ Don't mind him as he eyes that circle around Leo and makes a mental note to stay away from it.

But stereotype? He hadn't meant to play into any stereotype, more like... ]

I was more hoping you'd just stop talking in general.

[ Hello, he is a massive grump. ]

[mekhanikos]

Wow, you really don't like socializing much, do you?

[ he sighs. fine, fine. it's not like most people want him to shut up all the time, anyway. he's totally fine with this. ]

Alright, working in total silence it is.

[unwieldy]

[ Way to be agreeable!! Leave him alone forever!!

Haein will even help with that last part by walking off with his warming spell so they can have plenty of distance between them. Good bye, Leo. ]