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ᴀsɢᴀʀᴅ ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs ❧ mod account ([personal profile] asgardmods) wrote in [community profile] asgardchrysalis2019-11-17 11:11 am

EVENT LOG: HÆIÐRS-MINNI

Who: EVERYONE
What: the Hæiðrs-Minni event log
When: November 16
Where: EVERYWHERE
Rating: PG-13; please take anything higher than this to a private log!

morning: the funeral


The morning sun is lost behind clouds that pour in an endless rain, casting the city into a dark and gloomy shadow. The streets of Asgard are almost entirely empty, although hardly a soul can be found indoors either. Everyone is gathered instead at the riverbank on the castle grounds, where a series of boats are tethered along the short and gently tugging with the current. The native Asgardians place gifts, food, and personal belongings into the boats in memory of their lost loved ones.

Whether you've lost someone, were lost yourself, or carry some other loss within you, the natives invite you to place your own offerings in the boats to send off your sorrows together.

Several hours into the morning, once everyone has had their chance to fill the boats, Heimdall gives a short speech honoring those that fell in the recent battle as the boats are let loose down the river. Honir fires an arrow towards the last one to float away, and Odin lights it on fire as it soars overhead, the single arrow splitting into a wave of shooting stars that strike each boat dead center. The boats alight all at once, and even with the rain pouring overhead, they continue to burn as they float gently out of sight, carrying everyone's grief away with them.

all day: the dedication


Throughout the rest of the day, many of Asgard's residents seem to buzz around Firar Samka, the cultural museum in Mimir's district. A new wing has been added to document Asgard's recent triumphs, but most especially to honor the unexpected stalwart allies of the kingdom: you, the Wanderers from other worlds. This display was added to memorialize the lengths you've gone to in the name of protecting and preserving life within the realm, the core purpose of Asgard in its entirety. You are heroes among gods and this exhibit seeks to portray that for all to see.

As you wander through the display, you might see childish drawings of familiar people fighting a massive dragon, or a large painted mural of solemn faces standing off against an army of ghoulish figures. Skadi can be found beside these, sometimes twisting them into eerie motion or placing a new piece somewhere along the halls.

Elsewhere, you can find Njord alone or accompanied by some human skalds as they sing or read poetry or even sometimes reenact part of the battles against the Red Death and the Army of the Dead. Your characters can watch or join, and they might even hear their own names mentioned among the reverence and song. This is the story of Asgard and the Wanderers conquering death, and you're right at the center of it.

evening: the feast


To end the day on a high note, everyone is invited to Nādhirhöll in Tyr's district, where the entire banquet hall has been decked out in so many colors and leaves and lights that it might feel like walking into an overgrown forest tightly held in the grips of a sparkling autumn. With the growing success of the distilleries in Njord's district, vodka and ales are passed around freely alongside the mountains of food available on tables in every room. People dance and sing and lounge around the leaves with laughter and a joyful appreciation of life in the air.

If your character joins the party, they might notice themselves feeling more warm and relaxed over the course of the evening. They might have the unusual inclination to be more physically affectionate with people and vocally declare their appreciation to them. Deep in this glittering "forest," it is easy to feel lost in the warmth and comfort of good company and relative safety.

This party continues into the morning of the next day, something that many may not realize as deeply wrapped in an artificial forest as they may be. The effects of the curse fade as everyone stumbles their way out of Nādhirhöll, leaving a heavy blanket of strangely warm exhaustion behind. It's been a long and potentially emotional day, but the city seems to be brought together under a shared relief and a new tomorrow.


[ OOC NOTES: This is the event log for Hæiðrs-Minni! There are various goings-on throughout the day to acknowledge past strife and be grateful for a projected future. If you have any questions or need any help, please let us know on the mod contact page! ]
othlir: (horses broken and splayed)

dead boys unite! (funeral)

[personal profile] othlir 2019-11-22 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Coincidentally, Vax is also wearing primarily black. He's more than familiar with death at this point, and while he still hasn't exactly received any particular duties from the Raven Queen at this point, he figures it can't hurt to get a head start on things. What else is a paladin of a death god to do, other than oversee a massive funeral?

He's new as well, has no idea who any of the folks being mourned are — but still, he does his best to collect some flowers to leave as offerings, stands solemnly by as the boats drift away. And glances over to see a fellow Wanderer standing somewhat awkwardly by.

So Vax sidles on over, his arms loosely crossed over his chest. ]


If I'm being honest, this may be the prettiest funeral I've ever been to. [ And there's a sympathetic glance. ] Did you know anyone they're mourning?
portablecthulhu: credit: <user name="cthulhuness"> (pic#13454937)

dead boys fanclub aw yea

[personal profile] portablecthulhu 2019-11-27 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Not closely, [ Ben admits. Isn't that a little odd? Still,
he had wanted to show his respects somehow as it only felt right.
]

But yeah, it's... [ Breathtaking. He refrains from actually saying that in case it might be offensive? He's still a little unsure about mass funeral etiquette. ]

It helps, y'know? Knowing that people cared this much about those lost.
othlir: (where all my layers can become reeds)

hell yeah hell yeah, we've got cool jackets here

[personal profile] othlir 2019-12-02 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
Mm. You know, I agree.

[ There's a morose smile on Vax's face as he looks away, watches as the procession continues. It's hard not to think of all the people he's lost in his life, even if none of them are here and none of them are the ones being mourned. ]

There are so many people I've known who didn't get the proper send-off they deserved. [ His own mother being one of them. ] I can only hope that mine is just as beautiful.

[ And then he takes a deep breath, shakes his head to get out of that mindset. He doesn't know what his funeral looked like, if Vox Machina even held one for him. There was no body to bury, after all. But he's here now, he seems to be alive, and he plans to make the most of it. ]

I'm pretty sure these things are just as much for those of us still standing as they are for the ones lost, for just such a purpose. It lets the rest of us know that someone out there cared, and that none of us are quite as alone as we think we are.

[ And there's a sort of embarrassed laugh. ] Sorry. I've had.. a lot of time to think about these sorts of things.
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[personal profile] portablecthulhu 2019-12-03 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His mind is drawn to those lost too. It was strange to think the world mourned his father, but they few Hargreeves children were the only ones to truly understand the grief. However that happened to manifest. ]

Yeah, I... I don't know how my service was, but my family did put up a statue.

[ Of course, none of them expected that Ben wouldn't quite pass on and be aware of that. Nor does he suspect they could have ever imagined him here in the flesh once more. ]

Don't be sorry. I kind of have too, but being alive is... a little new to me, actually.