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.

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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.

Comments

[stickypete]

[Peter's eyes twitches under his mask as his brain frazzes and tries to find some kind of equilibrium. He flips down to the floor again.]

I think so. One of my powers is slightly on the fritz from the magic making it stronger. Normally it helps me sense danger and dodge attacks but it's like it's hyperactive right now.

[The fire probably isn't helping. The low grade dangerdangerdanger underneath is making everything extra sensitive.]

[In fact, his spider sense suddenly flares loudly again, but he sees no one else in the room and the roof doesn't seem to be collapsing yet.]

Like right now it's freaking out again but I don't see anythi -

[Two arms suddenly punch through the weakened paper-thin wall behind him, from another sectioned off part of the building.]

--IIIIIING!

[The arms yank, pulling Peter through the wall, knocking it down.]

[He throws an elbow and kicks free, flipping onto a wall in this new room and oh. Oh, that's a lot of guys. At least six.]

[He calls out to Takame.]

Looks like the after-party's in here! [He kicks off the wall and kicks one of them in the face.] I'd say bring a six pack but it looks like somebody else beat us to it.

[kesi]

[Takame barely had a chance to process what Peter said about this power he had, one that sounded very familiar, before he’s forced through the wall. He didn’t sense or see the assailants until the wall collapsed fully and he was warned of the sheer number, albeit in a way that took a moment to click.]

If you’re making a jest, ‘tis lost to me I'm afraid. [Jests had no place here either way. Not while he charged with full force into the other room with blinding speed not stopping until he tackled one of the Hunters into the floor hard enough to break a few ribs under his considerable weight. He would have went straight in for the kill if not for a second Hunter foolish enough to point his breaker right in Takame’s line of sight.

Had he charged further in he wouldn’t have needed the extra reach of his sword to smack the weapon out of the Hunter’s hand. That should have been his first hint that something was amiss with his abilities. Regardless, he lunged forward to grab the pistol wielding assailant by the collar and slam the blunt end of his katana into their face, following up with a brutal left hook to their jaw, and one more to the center of their face with enough force to stun the Hunter.

Assuming this as his best opportunity with two Hunters phased, he sheathed his weapon again though not to cease his attack. He was simply preparing a stronger attack, his Iaijutsu, channeling power to his sword to finish the two off. Though what it looked like was him letting his guard down, and a third Hunter from behind him saw his own chance to get ready to put a few bullets in the Au Ra’s back. He’s in a bit of a tight spot, isn’t he?]

[stickypete]

They're not all winners. I have a feeling this little adventure is going to force me on a quest to divine the essence of universal humor.

[Peter kicks his current attacker out the window, then darts over to it. He sees that he landed in the escape net web outside and shoots some webbing down to keep him stuck in it since he'd made it relatively non-sticky. One of the other Hunters tries to jump him from behind but his spider sense gives him warning and he simply ducks, causing the man to hurl himself through the window. Then he webs him to the net, too.]

I love when they giftwrap themselves all nice and pretty for the cops.

[Or whatever passed for cops here.]

[The guy is good. It's nice. Very nice. He's used to doing all this alone so this new trend in his life of competent allies is great.]

[But it still looks as if someone getting their sneak on, so Peter tries to watch his new buddy's back.]

Nope, that's cheating.

[He shoots a webline at the Hunter behind Takame and yanks him towards him. When he's close, he pulls him down low and knees him in the face. Then he hurls him out the window too, and webs him to the web there.]

Hey, help me take out the trash. [They have the two in here stunned but still trying to fight, the one still standing, and then the unconscious ones in the other room they need to toss out a window. Then maybe they can focus on the fire a little.]

[kesi]

[It's okay Spidey, this one's sense of humor is Just Not There.

He felt something off as he was preparing his Iaijutsu. It felt like it took more time. Always in a battle did he put keen emphasis on every minute, every second, the time between those seconds. That's how he knew.

Thankfully, that extra half second and another other person being in the room made a voice in the back of his head cry out. One that there was intent to kill in his direction and two, to not kill them. Not yet. It was thanks in part to that voice in him that the wave of energy surging out in front of him as he drew his blade again was withheld enough to only give the Hunters serious injury. Enough for them to leave consciousness but not this life. And if the fact that Takame didn’t attacked was any indicator, it looked like his fellow fighter had his back.

It's then that he moves on to the only one left standing who is now shaking in his boots at the fact that two people made such short work of his little unit. The fact that Takame looked like a straight up ferocious dragon person didn't help. The only thing that stopped Takame from knocking this one's head into the nearest wall is Peter asking him to do some cleaning up.]

Yes. Yes, of course. ["Sir" wanted to pop out, but he caught it before it had the chance. Rather than bashing heads, Takame kicked the last conscious hunter hard in the stomach causing him to drop his weapon, then lifted him up over his shoulder. He didn't go along with Takame without a fight once over the initial pain, but it was hard to wring away from someone of Takame's height and stature. Ironic that he was short for his race. He approached the window, somewhat confused but ready to do what was asked.]

... Outside, then. [The hunter didn't even get his chance to scream "WHAT??" before Takame tossed him outside like yesterday's waste. He assumed this off web man would take care of the hunter in some way, but he did his duty. Regardless, he took this moment to turn towards Peter.]

Are there others?

[stickypete]

Just the ones in the other room. We can just toss them out so they don't, y'know, burn alive.

[Just in case they can't get the fire in this building to snuff out.]

And maybe see if we can use our magic to put the fire out. We need to start creating some fire breaks.