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asgardchrysalis2020-01-17 06:46 pm
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Entry tags:
- !event log,
- borderlands - rhys strongfork,
- downton abbey - mary crawley,
- good omens - anthony j. crowley,
- good omens - aziraphale,
- hakuouki - chizuru yukimura,
- homestuck - terezi pyrope,
- kingdom hearts - sora,
- marvel cinematic - peter quill,
- outlander - lord john grey,
- star trek - james t. kirk,
- tolkien - turgon
EVENT LOG: (UN)SAFETY MEASURES
Who: ANYONE leaving Asgard to build an outpost
What: the (Un)Safety Measures event
When: January 14 - 22
Where: three days north of Asgard's kingdom
Warnings: claustrophobia
On January 14, the gods summon everyone to the castle ground to announce that Asgard is moving out to face the newest threat on the horizon. what seems like the whole of Asgard prepares and departs the kingdom. From the youngest to the oldest of the able and willing, all hands are needed as this mission serves two highly critical purposes: to defeat the current threat and to build outposts that can be used as midway safe houses on missions like these.
Similar to the last time Asgard embarked on such a journey, a long train of wagons guided by the eight-legged horses and several of the gods passes through the thicc barrier of the forest into what appears to be a blinding light for any that remain in the city. As the caravan breaks through the treeline, that brightness barely fades as a blistering sun gleams off of what appears to be a solid landscape of pure ice. An odd chill travels from the top of your head to your toes as Honir calls out "Hold onto your limbs!" in a strangely cheerful warning to match the unusual warmth that envelops you afterwards.
Over the course of the next three days, the caravan travels northward through the strange landscape of Yggdrasil in winter. It seems like ice and snow rise and fall at whim, clear skies turning into a swarming blizzard from one stretch of land to another. It's like it can't quite decide what type of winter it would like to be, and the caravan is left to navigate and make camp through this fitful weather. On January 16, the caravan halts as the gods declare this to be the safest point between the kingdom and where the Qliphoth is growing. Construction of the outpost will begin here in the morning, as those moving on to destroy the wretched tree prepare to confront the demons of another world.
On the morning of January 17, everyone sets upon their separate tasks as those prepared for combat continue onward to travel. All of the wagons and most of the horses are left behind at the budding settlement - the terrain ahead is far too treacherous to risk losing them along the way. But all thoughts of demons and infernal trees seem distant compared to the pressing immediacy of the task at hand.
The gods weren’t wrong: This is likely the safest point between Asgard and whatever mayhem is occurring farther north. Tucked safely out of the elements in shallow valley between two small mountains, the outpost benefits strongly from the sun peeking out over the ridge as it balms the chilly sting of the wind with a diffuse sort of warmth. It’s a warmth that Wanderers will need as they set to work constructing a fallback point for the unimaginable things that those who continued might endure. There’s a job for everyone, big or small, from building temporary housing to assembling defenses to taking stock of all the medical supplies they’ve brought along for the trip.
Honir, meanwhile, has chosen to stay and protect the outpost. Though he doesn’t seem to actively dwell on it, those who knew him before the Battle of Wights can likely tell that he was humbled considerably by his experience. It more than suits the needs of the moment, as he and any willing volunteers scout the immediate area outside of the mountainous inlet to make sure that the outpost is safe.
Alas, even Honir doesn’t think to account for threats from below.
( ! ) content warnings: claustrophobia
On the morning of January 18, your characters will wake up to discover that some of you are missing. Surely they were there when you went to sleep, but an odd number of Wanderers and native Asgardians alike seem to have vanished in the night. Searching the encampment and the surrounding area turns up nothing of use, awkwardly delaying construction between the need to finish this project within a few days and the absence of those that came to build it. A scant few more disappear suddenly throughout the day without anyone seeing or hearing anything more than a vague crunching sound and then silence.
As it turns out, answers come with the still of the night: Those who find themselves awake near the edges of camp hear a faint but unmistakable shouting, coming from beneath their very feet. Characters that have disappeared up to this point are buried underground beneath a thick layer of solid earth and stone. More people begin disappearing, this time in plain sight as stone shifts and pulls them into the dirt. Screams fill the campground as people try to save their friends or find the source of the chaos… Not to mention the shouts of alarm as those who try to dig too violently find the ground itself throwing things back at them, betraying this as the work of some sort of subterraneal creature.
But even as that chaos erupts around them, most of the Wanderers seem to vie for a peaceful resolution (based on the comments on January’s event post), and in fact, some go so far as to attempt to calm those reacting violently.
At first, it doesn’t seem to matter.
But then, the earth starts to shift. Those who have yet to be unearthed seem to be spat back out onto the surface, gently and with what could almost be considered deference. And then comes a gnomelike figure, about the size of a football with stone-brown skin and hair down to his feet, crawling up from a hole that didn’t seem to exist before he had need of it.
“I believe an apology is in order,” he says, twisting at a corner of his beard. “It has been quite an age since the Steinnbregðr have seen humans in these parts, and with such magics.”
“We just wanted to take a look atcha,” comes a younger voice not far behind him. It’s now that you see a number of other figures peering up out a dozen more inexplicable holes in the earth, though these new arrivals keep themselves hidden from the nose up. The girl who spoke had popped up a bit in her excitement, but she too ducks back into her hole under scrutiny, tacking on a - “Gorbit says you brought gods.”
The others all murmur with quiet agreement, some nodding, others looking nervous. They, too, just wanted to look at these humans. To learn.
“We made you fear for your lives and your kin, yet none of you harmed us,” the first gnome continues as if he hadn’t been interrupted. He looks from Wanderer to Wanderer, from face to face, and even in his generous age his eyes glow with an almost childlike intrigue. “Do you think it possible that we might... try again? From the start, with quite a bit less borrowing of your people.”
The Steinnbregðr people have extended an olive branch. If rejected, they’ll disappear back into their holes, nary to be seen again. If accepted, they’ll answer Wanderers’ questions, share their knowledge of local resources, and assist in assembling the outpost to the best of their ability… All the while taking every opportunity to observe the Wanderers with wide inquisitive eyes, or even tug at clothing to ask a burning question about the Wanderers, the gods, Asgard, or humans as a general concept.
(Though we won’t be outright NPCing the Steinnbregðr, there will be a top-level in which we’ll gladly summarize or handwave interactions with your characters, answering questions and perhaps even forming a budding CR.)
With the Qliphoth destroyed and the outpost established as best it can be, the caravan makes its way back to Asgard on January 20. While the load is a bit lighter for the supplies it took to build and battle their way back home, some carry new burdens and memories of the strange happenings that took place here. The magic the gods warned of has shown its powerful capacity to overwrite the landscape of Yggdrasil, and new creatures in the world are becoming increasingly aware of the Wanderers' presence.
All along the three day journey back to the kingdom, the gods and the natives can't help but discuss and speculate what this means for the future. A nervous energy travels back to the city with them in spite of their victories, the vast and mercurial landscape of Yggdrasil providing a frigid reminder of their isolation at the heart of it. Asgard may come to contend with the fact that they are safer within their kingdom and the veil of obscurity - and the fact that the veil has been lifted, leaving an open window for them to see out into the dangers of the world, and for the world to look back at them.
[ OOC NOTES: This is the event log for the (Un)Safety Measures event! Your characters are in the process of building an outpost to serve as safe housing for ventures beyond the kingdom when a clan of rock gnomes begins "stealing" characters underground for observation. Because the majority of you elected to proceed with caution instead of aggression, you were able to entreat with the gnomes to understand their presence and motivations, and enough of you actively sought to make peace with them that they have become tentative allies to Asgard for the time being. If you want to discuss interactions or ask questions about the gnomes, you can do so in this thread below. If you have any other questions or concerns, please feel free to hit us up on the mod contact page! Enjoy! ]
What: the (Un)Safety Measures event
When: January 14 - 22
Where: three days north of Asgard's kingdom
Warnings: claustrophobia
❧ january 14-16: departure.
On January 14, the gods summon everyone to the castle ground to announce that Asgard is moving out to face the newest threat on the horizon. what seems like the whole of Asgard prepares and departs the kingdom. From the youngest to the oldest of the able and willing, all hands are needed as this mission serves two highly critical purposes: to defeat the current threat and to build outposts that can be used as midway safe houses on missions like these.
Similar to the last time Asgard embarked on such a journey, a long train of wagons guided by the eight-legged horses and several of the gods passes through the thicc barrier of the forest into what appears to be a blinding light for any that remain in the city. As the caravan breaks through the treeline, that brightness barely fades as a blistering sun gleams off of what appears to be a solid landscape of pure ice. An odd chill travels from the top of your head to your toes as Honir calls out "Hold onto your limbs!" in a strangely cheerful warning to match the unusual warmth that envelops you afterwards.
Over the course of the next three days, the caravan travels northward through the strange landscape of Yggdrasil in winter. It seems like ice and snow rise and fall at whim, clear skies turning into a swarming blizzard from one stretch of land to another. It's like it can't quite decide what type of winter it would like to be, and the caravan is left to navigate and make camp through this fitful weather. On January 16, the caravan halts as the gods declare this to be the safest point between the kingdom and where the Qliphoth is growing. Construction of the outpost will begin here in the morning, as those moving on to destroy the wretched tree prepare to confront the demons of another world.
❧ january 17-18: setting up camp.
On the morning of January 17, everyone sets upon their separate tasks as those prepared for combat continue onward to travel. All of the wagons and most of the horses are left behind at the budding settlement - the terrain ahead is far too treacherous to risk losing them along the way. But all thoughts of demons and infernal trees seem distant compared to the pressing immediacy of the task at hand.
The gods weren’t wrong: This is likely the safest point between Asgard and whatever mayhem is occurring farther north. Tucked safely out of the elements in shallow valley between two small mountains, the outpost benefits strongly from the sun peeking out over the ridge as it balms the chilly sting of the wind with a diffuse sort of warmth. It’s a warmth that Wanderers will need as they set to work constructing a fallback point for the unimaginable things that those who continued might endure. There’s a job for everyone, big or small, from building temporary housing to assembling defenses to taking stock of all the medical supplies they’ve brought along for the trip.
Honir, meanwhile, has chosen to stay and protect the outpost. Though he doesn’t seem to actively dwell on it, those who knew him before the Battle of Wights can likely tell that he was humbled considerably by his experience. It more than suits the needs of the moment, as he and any willing volunteers scout the immediate area outside of the mountainous inlet to make sure that the outpost is safe.
Alas, even Honir doesn’t think to account for threats from below.
❧ january 19: hidden intentions.
( ! ) content warnings: claustrophobia
On the morning of January 18, your characters will wake up to discover that some of you are missing. Surely they were there when you went to sleep, but an odd number of Wanderers and native Asgardians alike seem to have vanished in the night. Searching the encampment and the surrounding area turns up nothing of use, awkwardly delaying construction between the need to finish this project within a few days and the absence of those that came to build it. A scant few more disappear suddenly throughout the day without anyone seeing or hearing anything more than a vague crunching sound and then silence.
As it turns out, answers come with the still of the night: Those who find themselves awake near the edges of camp hear a faint but unmistakable shouting, coming from beneath their very feet. Characters that have disappeared up to this point are buried underground beneath a thick layer of solid earth and stone. More people begin disappearing, this time in plain sight as stone shifts and pulls them into the dirt. Screams fill the campground as people try to save their friends or find the source of the chaos… Not to mention the shouts of alarm as those who try to dig too violently find the ground itself throwing things back at them, betraying this as the work of some sort of subterraneal creature.
But even as that chaos erupts around them, most of the Wanderers seem to vie for a peaceful resolution (based on the comments on January’s event post), and in fact, some go so far as to attempt to calm those reacting violently.
At first, it doesn’t seem to matter.
But then, the earth starts to shift. Those who have yet to be unearthed seem to be spat back out onto the surface, gently and with what could almost be considered deference. And then comes a gnomelike figure, about the size of a football with stone-brown skin and hair down to his feet, crawling up from a hole that didn’t seem to exist before he had need of it.
“I believe an apology is in order,” he says, twisting at a corner of his beard. “It has been quite an age since the Steinnbregðr have seen humans in these parts, and with such magics.”
“We just wanted to take a look atcha,” comes a younger voice not far behind him. It’s now that you see a number of other figures peering up out a dozen more inexplicable holes in the earth, though these new arrivals keep themselves hidden from the nose up. The girl who spoke had popped up a bit in her excitement, but she too ducks back into her hole under scrutiny, tacking on a - “Gorbit says you brought gods.”
The others all murmur with quiet agreement, some nodding, others looking nervous. They, too, just wanted to look at these humans. To learn.
“We made you fear for your lives and your kin, yet none of you harmed us,” the first gnome continues as if he hadn’t been interrupted. He looks from Wanderer to Wanderer, from face to face, and even in his generous age his eyes glow with an almost childlike intrigue. “Do you think it possible that we might... try again? From the start, with quite a bit less borrowing of your people.”
The Steinnbregðr people have extended an olive branch. If rejected, they’ll disappear back into their holes, nary to be seen again. If accepted, they’ll answer Wanderers’ questions, share their knowledge of local resources, and assist in assembling the outpost to the best of their ability… All the while taking every opportunity to observe the Wanderers with wide inquisitive eyes, or even tug at clothing to ask a burning question about the Wanderers, the gods, Asgard, or humans as a general concept.
(Though we won’t be outright NPCing the Steinnbregðr, there will be a top-level in which we’ll gladly summarize or handwave interactions with your characters, answering questions and perhaps even forming a budding CR.)
❧ january 20-22: return.
With the Qliphoth destroyed and the outpost established as best it can be, the caravan makes its way back to Asgard on January 20. While the load is a bit lighter for the supplies it took to build and battle their way back home, some carry new burdens and memories of the strange happenings that took place here. The magic the gods warned of has shown its powerful capacity to overwrite the landscape of Yggdrasil, and new creatures in the world are becoming increasingly aware of the Wanderers' presence.
All along the three day journey back to the kingdom, the gods and the natives can't help but discuss and speculate what this means for the future. A nervous energy travels back to the city with them in spite of their victories, the vast and mercurial landscape of Yggdrasil providing a frigid reminder of their isolation at the heart of it. Asgard may come to contend with the fact that they are safer within their kingdom and the veil of obscurity - and the fact that the veil has been lifted, leaving an open window for them to see out into the dangers of the world, and for the world to look back at them.
[ OOC NOTES: This is the event log for the (Un)Safety Measures event! Your characters are in the process of building an outpost to serve as safe housing for ventures beyond the kingdom when a clan of rock gnomes begins "stealing" characters underground for observation. Because the majority of you elected to proceed with caution instead of aggression, you were able to entreat with the gnomes to understand their presence and motivations, and enough of you actively sought to make peace with them that they have become tentative allies to Asgard for the time being. If you want to discuss interactions or ask questions about the gnomes, you can do so in this thread below. If you have any other questions or concerns, please feel free to hit us up on the mod contact page! Enjoy! ]
Priorities plz
It takes a few seconds for the Komory Bat to help digging with its hook-like tiny feet. Well, it looks more like it's just trying to draw on the floor or something instead of digging. )
Can you hea-?! ( All the movement over him, plus his own kicking, drops a bit of dirt on his face, enough to make him cough and close his eyes tightly. )
Re: Priorities plz
[That was all that she could get out because she started going full tilt as soon as she heard a voice calling out to her. Putting her back into it, she was working the spade hard to try and reach down. Huffing and pulling on the ground, she knocked away a couple dirt clods that got flung at her, moving fast but still having to take at least a little bit of time.
... might be a good idea to warn her when she was getting close, though.]
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Because of that he doesn't notice when she is getting close -he may feel the trembling of her spade against the layer over him closer, just he doesn't pay attention-, but thankfully the bat does as soon as silver hair can be seen and screeches as a warning, flapping its wings exasperatedly. Well, thay may not be very helpful since doing that it is sending dirt everywhere. )
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Come on you, let's get you out of there!
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Thank you!
( Despite his sore throat he finds the strength to thank her, even if it sounded more like a growl. It takes him some time to breath properly again, with no coughing bothering him. His eyes still shut, however.)
Thank you... I owe you a big one.
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It's alright... looking for folks buried. Gotta friend I think might be down there. Need to find'r before she's been down too long.
Don't... think we've met yet. Terezi.
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I'm Ri- ( He was about to speak, but suddenly realization hit him. She said she had a friend down there, right? Meaning that, one of his worse fears, was true; there were more people buried. Riku sits up abruptly, ignoring how the images in front of him moves or doubles. Placing a hand over his forehead on an attempt to stop the dizziness he speaks again. ) Di-did you find a boy called Sora?! Or Naminé?!
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[He mentioned those two, so that made a certain amount of sense in her addled mind. But the other name on that list had her still shaking a little. She was absolutely not done digging until she knew that she was safe.]
I don't know where Naminé is. I've been trying to find her and... well, I found you, but she's so quiet she might be down underground, but she might be completely safe. I've gotta keep looking!
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( If Sora is looking for him, that means at least one of them is okay. He would like to think that she is, too, physically, leastwise. But that attempt to comfort himself is of no use. She is alone, probably, in a dark and cold place. The mere idea makes his body shake with the little energy he has left. He asks the komory bat to go look for either Sora or Naminé, finding it almost impossible for him to move at the moment. Without its true powers may not be the best looking for their lights or darkness, but it can fly around and recognize them if needed... So, clearly, better help than himself. )
We should find her... but I feel too dizzy right now to move. ( He is worried, of course he is, but there isn't much he can do at the moment. His voice break as he speaks again. His throat not any better yet, and probably won't be until he drinks something. But that can wait, in his opinion. ) Don't let me keep you from looking for her, tho.
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[Good. Good, Riku was safe. This was important under the circumstances, since both of them would care about his well being pretty badly. However, that did worry her a little on this matter because what if he got sucked down again. She reached up and tapped her lips before nodding once.]
Alright, let's get you somewhere safe, off the ground so it doesn't suck you down again. You can rest. I can go find my moirail. That work?
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( He doesn't seem very excited to meet someone new, even if it's a friend of Sora or Naminé -or it sounds like they are-. But the situation, just like she said, is pretty crappy. Riku will be, however, more than glad to talk with her around or meet her properly once everything calms down. After her last words, he pushes himself up in a very awkward way. Both his arms and legs shake, as if they were unable to bear their own weight for long. )
Uh- I guess I can try. ( As soon as he says that he loses his balance, but he manages to recover quickly. On an attempt to hide that he quickly speaks. ) What's a moirail?
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His question made her snort and laugh.]
Dude, you are not up to hearing about troll romance right now. It's complicated on a good day, which today is not. It's... kind of like a special sort of friend, and let's leave it there. Naminé's... important to me. Real important, and I can't stop until I know she's safe.
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I see. Well, I guess that's a perfect excuse to hang out once everything calms down? Maybe with Naminé and Sora, even if after all you don't explain me.
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Sure... sure... I'll tell ya all abou... well, I'll tell you everything but the buckets. You don't get to ask about the buckets.
[... one day, she'd realize that saying something like that made people more curious.]
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Buckets? What to they have to do with this? With Naminé?
( Well, he tried. Even if it didn't work. She definitely shouldn't have mentioned them... The good thing is, maybe, Riku will not ask again once he feels well again. )
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No! Nonononononono! We don't use a bucket! It..t...t's not like that! That's for m...matesprites and kismesis... You don't d...do that kind of thing with a Moirail!
[AUGH! Now she was thinking about buckets and Naminé and her face might as well have been 100% teal-colored.]
Duuuude... AUGH! No, buckets are ... it's part of sex for trolls, ok? P... pleeeeease don't make me explain that! M...Moirails aren't sexual partners.
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Oh- OH! I-I'm sorry for asking!
( He may not be as red as her, since he finds the idea somewhat bizarre. But he isn't one to judge, so just decides to focus on the fact that he basically asked something related to sex. In such a good moment... Lesson learned. )
Now I don't want to know what are buckets for, s-so I'm not going to ask. Not again...
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Sorry, it comes up weirdly. You guys clean things with them, so humans are always leaving them around where we can see. It's disturbing, maaaan... [ahem] Uh, but ... we're not like that.
[In, out. She breathed in for a second before calmed. Ok, she could explain it.]
A moirail's a kind of best friend, but it's a little romantic. It's a special kind of friend. We... need it for support, and she's been really supportive, and I try to protect her in turn. She's... a good person. Better than I deserve.
I don't think she knows that. She's better than she knows.
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That's something i can't argue with you, she really is. To be honest, however, a moirail sounds just like a best friend. But with a crush on them. ( There's a bit of teasing on his words. ) But I guess I understand what you mean... That relieves me. Knowing that there's someone else willing to protect her. Do me a favor- Go look for her and make sure she is safe. Be her support in this mess for the two of us.
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[She waved once, getting up and starting to head out. He was right. The longer that they chatted, the longer that Namine was at risk, and she couldn't tolerate that for another second at this point. She'd had enough of a break for now. Back to work!]