EVENT LOG: A DANGEROUS DELUGE-ION PT. 2

[asgardmods]

Who: EVERYONE
What: the second part of A Dangerous Deluge-ion
When: June 22
Where: both inside Asgard, and in the wilderness surrounding the city
Rating: G - PG-13, please take anything else to a private log!

sound the alarms

Early morning on this day is surprisingly peaceful, the shower of junk from the previous days come to a complete stop. But by the time the sun just barely begins to peek over the horizon, that silence is broken by a deep, thunderous rumbling. It isn't coming from the sky - it's coming from the ground. Your character might wake up to what sounds like boulders smashing together, to what feels like an earthquake rattling the city at its core. Even if they manage to sleep through the tremors into the silence that returns a few minutes later, all will be able to hear the moment the ground rips open with a violent, unnatural tearing.

At that moment, a mighty roar shakes the trees as the Red Death awakens from beneath the earth. Its massive body unfurls, cracking through trees and even colossal vines that seem to cross over its form, and it rears its head above the treeline with a fearsome roar that shakes the earth once again. Almost immediately, alarm bells begin ringing throughout the city as the gods evacuate everyone to their castle. The natives immediately go into a panic, and the streets are flooded with frantic desperate people seeking out safety.

the battle is on!

Heimdall immediately begins gathering those willing to fight, and a small company of natives rally together behind their god. Honir leads the charge forward by horseback, welcoming any that can ride to travel with him as he carves a path through the wilderness to their target. There are only "medieval" weapons available, and the beast is a few miles away through thick flora that writhes with wild magic. With the help of some of your more tactical Wanderers, a rough battle plan is formed, and away we go into the madness.



The dragon is massive, even the tallest among you barely rising above its feet, and it breathes fire and fury into the area surrounding it. The trees burn rapidly, flames spreading into the canopy and scorching the ground. Each time it takes a step, deep tremors run through the earth and shake everything nearby. This is not a safe place to be, but stopping this creature is paramount. Fight hard and stay alive, if you can manage it.

a sudden turn

While many of you seem to be getting good, solid hits in, the Red Death shows no sign of slowing. Some of your efforts manage to lightly damage one of its wings and a couple of its eyes - but it has plenty to spare, and it doesn't need much to be able to wreak havoc. Lacking any plans to keep it grounded, the Red Death takes to the air in a frightening blast of wind that might bowl over those not strong enough to keep their footing. Its monstrous shadow casts the battleground into sudden darkness as it rises above the tree line and takes note of the nearby city. With a few thunderous flaps of its wings - the damaged one flagging, but only just so - it heads in that direction, and doesn't even need to be directly upon it to breathe another devastating blast of fire down into Asgard itself.

Those at the castle can watch as Mimir and Odin, who remained outside on the castle grounds while Frigg and Sigyn hurried everyone indoors, sweep their arms in an identical motion. Indecipherable runes appear in the air, glowing gold and dusky purple, and an invisible dome shields the castle from harm as the Red Death's fiery breath curves around it, creating a terrifying cascade of red-hot flames that never manage to breach the barrier. The same can't be said for the rest of the city, though, and half of Njord district is scorched in the blast. Any that hadn't managed to reach the safety of the castle will find themselves surrounded by a city on fire, some buildings collapsing while wildlife burns.

the grand finale

Before the Red Death can unleash another wave of destruction, there's a faint vibration in the air at the edge of the city, not far from where the dragon hovers above. With a flash of rouge colored light, every Wanderer and native that journeyed into the wilderness to face the dragon appears all at once. Honir sags from the strain, but Heimdall is there to rally everyone to battle one last time. This beast must die before further harm comes to their city.

As if to signal the start of this second and final fray, a singular crack of lightning - larger than many of you have ever seen, with a thunderous clap that is comparable to the grinding of stone from earlier - strikes the already damaged wing. The Red Death howls a terrifying roar, but can no longer sustain the weight of its massive body with one good wing. It falls back to the earth, giving you greater access to it than you might've had earlier now that the fight is out of the mystical wilderness. Stand together and finish this foul dragon once and for all!

in the aftermath

Immediately after it is deemed safe to do so, the city erupts into action as everyone tries to assess the damage done. Tyr leads efforts to douse the fires raging across buildings and trees and into the nearby wilderness as well. The medical crew begins tending to wounds and seeking out anyone that might not have made it to the castle before the destruction began. Houses will have to be rebuilt. Njord's district is halfway in ruin. Deep into the wilderness, the distant flickering of red light signals the fires still burning where the Red Death initially emerged. There is stark evidence all around to display the inexplicable disaster that happened today.

But the city survived, along with almost all of its inhabitants. There is a somber note that lingers in the air, certainly, but there is also rejoicing in the triumph of Asgard and its Wanderers that rallied together to save the day. The gods, while largely distracted with the task of figuring out how the creature even manifested here, offer their gratitude to their guests for defeating it. The natives look upon with a new kind of reverence, both awe-inspired and bewildered that they actually succeeded. It will take time to rebuild and recover from this - but they will have time enough to do so, now that they are safe from harm's way.

harvesting the body

After the dragon is felled, its immense corpse towers over everyone that stands beneath it - but that won't stop the most intrepid of scavengers from looking for ways to make use of such a horrible and magnificent creature. As your characters start the task of whittling down what you can reach of its body, some of the natives offer their assistance out of gratitude for saving their lives, which helps you reach greater success in your attempts. (I'll be responding to each of your comments eventually to let you know exactly what you manage to get away with, but remember that this is a colossal dragon with heavy armor and thick hide that lives in a volcano and smashes through mountains like paper. Limited success is in its very nature.)

These efforts continue well past the afternoon and into dusk, but once the sun has completely disappeared behind the horizon, something strange happens: the body begins to glow. Every inch of its hide begins to emit a faint golden light that grows in intensity over the next few seconds, and then it begins to dissipate into glowing flecks of dust from one side to the other. The process is slow, taking several minutes to get through the entirety of this massive creature, but it eventually leaves what looks like an enormous cloud of glittering swirls of light. If you touch the dust, it feels warm and clings to any exposed skin; it even seems to start the process of healing any open wounds it comes into contact with.

The light only lingers for roughly a minute, however. Almost as though a gust of wind strikes it, or even resembling the strange sucking motion of a vacuum pulling it in, every golden particle is drawn into the surrounding wilderness. Some of the burnt husks of trees and bushes rapidly regrow into bright and healthy green, while deeper in, a strange creaking and groaning can be heard as the forest seems to puff up from the influx of magic. The Red Death, it seems, is no more.

[ OOC NOTE: Okay, friends! Here is our last part of the A Dangerous Deluge-ion event! This one was written around what kind of discussion happened on the event post, and there are a few things of note:

• Many of you contributed medical aid and supply efforts, which means you successfully managed to get most everyone to safety, or were able to treat enough wounds to prevent significant loss of life.
• A handful of you contributed some tactical advice, which enabled you to get some key shots in on a few of the dragon's weak spots. However, only a couple of you discussed how to damage the wings, and no one mentioned keeping it grounded, which allowed the dragon to reach the city very briefly.
• Most of you contributed combat efforts, which resulted in a sizable amount of damage in the initial fray that prevented it from flying straight into the city to obliterate it. Between Hiccup's insight, those of you that provided some on-the-ground battle tactics, and the sheer number of you that jumped into the fight, you were successful in ultimately bringing the Red Death to its demise.
• I rolled a RNG to see which district in the city was affected by the fire breath, and it landed on Njord. Many of his natives' houses have been destroyed, along with Skipta Mál, the only restaurant in Asgard that happened to be storing all of the alcohol that existed within the city. :')

This was a tough fight! The Red Death is no empty threat, and its immense size/defensive capabilities meant this was going to be difficult to defeat without any damage/casualties, especially given that you are all canon power nerfed and starting at first level. You did some awesome plotting on the post though, and it was really fun getting to see what kind of ideas everyone brought to the table!

I tried to keep NPC involvement to a minimum so that the success/failure of this event leaned more heavily on PC contributions, but please let me know if you think they should be more actively involved or if they could take a further step backwards. It's hard to balance the power dynamic of this when there are a lot of things the gods are capable of - and a lot of things they might have been capable of before building Asgard, but can no longer do - that the PCs just can't really keep up with. But this game is about you, not us, so my goal is to write more of your story than And Then the Gods Save the Day. This was our very first plot event, so your feedback will help me determine how to run events like these in the future! Please don't hesitate to hit me up with your thoughts, either on the mod contact page or on discord!

As for the Mystery Hole, there will be a separate log for the excursion through the ruined landscape of Asgard's territory to reach it on another day. For now, it's inaccessible due to the wild tenacity of the flora, which has swelled with the amount of life magic that was dispersed in this fight. Y'all are gonna get to fight some weird jungle shit to get down there, it'll be fun.

Thank you so much, everyone! Welcome to Asgard, I hope you enjoyed immediately destroying it thx Hiccup. ]

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tessa | ota, will match prose or brackets

[zombra]

{ sound the alarms }
Tessa isn't too familiar with earthquakes, but the rumbling beneath her feet has her scrambling out of bed to stand in a doorway, hands bracing against the door frame as she wonders how much worse it will get. The thunderous roar, however, informs her that things aren't what they seem. The alarm bells are evidence enough that this loud-ass sound and the quake isn't standard Asgard fare, so she grabs her clothes and heads out.

It isn't hard to get a weapon even without plans to go and face the thing. The natives are freaking out and Tessa figures she can help herd them towards the castle.

"C'mon, keep moving! No pushing! Hey! You knock someone over and I'm knocking your teeth down your throat." Says the five foot four bit of nothing who's carrying a hand ax.

{ a sudden turn }
on the streets
Luckily, she hadn't been directly in the blast of flames, but her path to the castle just became a lot more complicated. Tessa sees the natives panicking as they turn down streets that are suddenly blocked by fire or chunks of buildings, and she squares her shoulders before darting around people to find the path herself. There's no use in a hundred people all trying to find it at once and clogging streets.

Once she finds a good path, she comes back to the intersection and yells, "This way!" while waving her ax in the air before she disappears again. First rule of survivalism: watch out for #1. She can lead people and not get trampled by them, thank you very much.

—

at the castle
She finally makes it to the safety of the castle and watches the devastation from a window. There's a cut stinging on her face from a frightened bird flying into her, but beyond that, she's relatively unscathed. Looking out at the burning city and the giant beast in the distance, she wonders how they're ever going to defeat this thing. Subtly, she murmurs to the person next to her: "You'd think these gods would be powerful enough to just kill it."

{ in the aftermath }
Well, most of the city is still standing. That's a good sign, right? Now that the danger's passed, Tessa goes out to search for people pinned down by the fires as well as injured returning from the fight.

"Anybody need a hand?" she asks. The blood's still pumping in her veins and she needs to burn off this extra energy. Might as well do it by being useful. Besides, any action that might help the gods decide to let her stay once they find a way to send them back is a play she wants to make.

a sudden turn

[missingache]

Roxas had been trying not to get trampled himself. Being on the shorter side, it wasn't easy, and a few citizens had tried to drag him along since he looks like a kid. Those instances ended with a retort and getting away.

Hearing someone yelling about a way to go is encouraging. He gets away from the brunt of a pack of people and takes off towards the voice, two heavy looking keys in hand. "Hey! Where are you going?!" This world stripped him of his speed. He might lose whoever shouted easily.

castle!

[captainmaterial]

Finn is a little lucky in that he's still got his weapons from the other day and he spent some time practicing his new god-gifted abilities. (But he hasn't really used it yet today.) Soldier readiness meant that they were the first thing he grabbed after pulling on his boots. He batted and shielded most of the flying debris away from those that huddled behind him as he made his way to the castle with them. A few stray rocks hit him here and there, bruises will show up later, for sure. But nothing visible as he steps up next to Tessa.

"Maybe they're still figuring out their abilities?" It made somewhat sense, given how new things here seemed. But it didn't seem like they knew exactly what the dragon was doing here? And it kind of perpetuates the weird idea Finn had earlier of there being an outside hand in all of this that brought both them and the dragon here.

sound the alarms

[hikikomori_king]

"Lady Tessa!"

He has no armor here, for he was brought in court robes, without the mail and greaves that he wore long ago. But he has, at least, his sword, and he knows a dragon when he hears one. His hair is braided back, and he filched one of the shields that fell in the last few days, grateful to have found one from his own people, the white wing of his son-in-law's house blazoned across it. He hurries to her side, face pale and eyes set.

"Listen to her." He orders the panicking natives, using his height and a court-trained voice to full advantage, snapping orders like one who expects to be obeyed (it only works about half the time, but it's better than nothing). "Get to safety. Where are your defences?"

Aftermath

[momsboy]

Peter has seen better days but he's also suffered worse ones. His hair is in disarray and he runs a hand through it trying to smooth it down, only being successful in covering it with extra sooth. Wonderful. There's a large burn on his bicep that he's been ignoring for a while now, busy helping bring injured to get medical help, and is starting to sting something fierce.

And yet there he is, trying to clear some rubble that is blocking one of the main roads of the city so the injured can get to the castle more easily.

"Ey!" He waves at Tessa, his other hand supporting a broken post. "Could you help me move this out of the way?"

[mannerism]

[ well, this has been a day, hasn't it? peggy can take down spies and soviet assets but dragons are really not her forte at all. at least time, she's wearing a good pair of boots. she walks back, rubbing ash off her cheek. her leg is injured, so is her side but overall, it's been a success. she hasn't done that much but thank heavens for group effort. ]

The area west of us is clean. We could try searching north of here.

Castle!

[theprezident]

Despite having spent a couple of days down on Pandora and fighting bandits, covering himself in Skag guts (not on purpose, thank you), having to dodge moonshots while being chased down by a Rakk Hive, none of it has actually come close to this. This ... bullshit. Rhys isn't sure if he can feel the heat of the fire all the way here, or if he's imagining it. Either way, it's a lot of fire.

And the thing is still so far away. What the hell is going to happen to them if it reaches the city? Look at those actual flames coming out of its mouth. They look way too hot.

It takes him a couple of seconds to register Tessa's words, and he shakes his head to try to snap himself out of it.

Well. Not much to do about it, truthfully. If it gets here and they die, they ... die.

That's fine.

"I've just stopped trying to figure out what they can or can't do. Maybe they've for whatever reason locked themselves in these human bodies of theirs and because of that they just can't do all that much. Your guess is probably as good as mine."

He shrugs. Maybe it's something to ask them about, if they live through this.

aftermath

[freewilling]

[ getting back into the city's a bit of a blur. his left arm has ascended into an asgard of its own, leaving behind what feels like a mangled, agonizing husk, which he's tried his best to cool down and keep clean - but that was just a losing battle. seems like his lot in life is to keep on fighting those.

his right arm aches from the effort of holding up a goddamn sword; a weapon he has no experience with, and turned out to be as exhausting to wield as it was ineffective.

bucky wants nothing more than to sink into a bed and rest, but there's work still to be done, so he grits his teeth, and tries to do it - only to end up falling to his knees, completely drained of energy at the first attempt of exerting any more physical strength. he breaths hard, and barely manages a wave to draw the attention of the person out there offering assistance. ]

[brokenlight]

[A. A Sudden Turn]

[Ventus has been part of the fight, giving as many hits with his Keyblade as he can as the dragon continues its attack. There's some kind of dissatisfaction that he can't use magic as he normally would, but at least his speed remains the same. But anyone watching him may notice him perhaps being a little....too fast. As if, like the wind, he's there one moment and then gone the next before appearing again. Ventus doesn't quite understand it himself but--if it works, it works.

Though, he can't do much when the dragon begins to lift itself up into the sky, the furious gusts of its wings causing him to skid back as he braces himself. He watches with a heavy heart as the dragon flies off, but he doesn't hesitate and keeps moving.]

We gotta get the natives to safety!

[He tells to whomever is nearby.]

[B. In the Aftermath]

[After all is done and the dragon is defeated, Ventus finally lets himself relax, sitting against a wall somewhere. He exhales heavily, almost slouching while he lets himself take a good look at the damage around him. It has him frowning, feeling bad that they couldn't have prevented such destruction; then again, he guesses it can't be helped since all of them were struggling to fight the beast.

Ventus doesn't take too long to rest though. He's back up on his feet in no time and goes off to help anyone who needs it, ducking in to help people get out from any lingering fire or trapped from debris.]

a sudden turn

[missingache]

[That's a voice Roxas recognizes in all the chaos. After landing some hits himself, he is more than happy to help get people to safety as the dragon flies where he can't reach it. Not having magic is a pain...

He heads over to Ventus and nods.]

If we team up it might be easier.

melisandre 🔥 asoiaf / got 🔥 misc med prompts

[voktys]

( i ) supplies!

[ The scent of fire carries far, and it puts a smile on her lips, she can’t help it. This element is all hers, it has never done her lasting harm, not because she doesn’t burn – all holy things burn – but because it means home, it means God, and burns heal.

Still, the rumour of what burrows itself out from the ground spreads quickly enough, and much as she would like to go and look – well, she is to die in Westeros, not in this strange land, stranger city. Instead, she goes out to Sigyn’s district, and begins to collect some of the herbs and flowers she believes she may soon need.

Maybe you’re lost, or scared already, or maybe you don’t know what is happening yet at all and wonder why this weird, red woman is plucking aloe vera into a cloth she brought for the purpose. ]

Cut some lavender for me, will you?

[ She even offers a knife, regardless of your age. ]

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( ii ) it's prepping time

[ This has rapidly gone from bad to much worse, so much worse. Not for Melisandre, she seems to be calmness personified as she prepares the salve that will help heal burns, and the powder that will serve for an antiseptic. The false god Tyr has offered other things, too, and as much as she distrusts him, one cannot argue with results. Between herbology and a… strange, foreign modern approach, at least, most things seem manageable. ]

These won’t dry fast enough. It is not quite the same, but perhaps we ought to find a stovetop. In the meantime, try this ––

[ Oh yes, you’re helping. In fact, you’re learning. Or perhaps she is talking to herself, and really, all you want was to pick something up or drop something off.

Is there downtime? When there is, she can be seen by her workstation, reading in a recently acquired copy of a lewd book.

Let her be happy about this modern time, why don’t you. ]

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( iii ) b u r n h e a l

[ Modern medicine or ancient cure, all of them burn when applied to a fresh wound, even though her hands are warm and gentle and swift and practiced. Unlike those of some of the drafted assistants, she has done this time and time again – though she’s all too happy to let said assistants get some practice rounds in. Who knows how many such… incidents are yet to come. ]

Hush. Death by fire is the purest death, and this is but a burn.

[ Or more. Likely, there are lacerations of more than one kind, with you having fought a dragon, you rascal. Perhaps not the most reassuring thing she could say, but she says it with a smile and a clean cotton pad in her hands to gently dab ointment onto a wound. ]

Will you tell me how things stand, outside?

[ This would be a more gentle attempt at distracting from the pain. ]

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( iv ) the loot

[ It is a great beast, larger than some of the carvings on Dragonstone, larger than she had pictured a live dragon, and with more space for eyes than she had expected, more arachnid than lizard.

Before she does anything, before she tries anything for which she had come, she speaks a prayer for the creature – it is one of fire, like her, like God, and it deserves recognition.

Then, she lifts her head, and gets to work.

Here is all she tries: to remove several smaller teeth, using her shadow blade, digging into gums. It's gory. She, too, has brought a horse, to add extra strength to some of her efforts – the spines on the creature's back don't seem to move at all, but she's found something of a file, and all she seems to want are some morsels, like dust, to be collected in vials she brought. Scales, too, she goes for, close to pre-existing wounds preferably. ]

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( v ) wildcard

[ want something more personal? hit me up at nehelenia or on discord at dracula#1035 and we can plot something. or go ahead and surprise me! i'll match prose or brackets. c: ]

Re: melisandre 🔥 asoiaf / got 🔥 misc med prompts

[zombra]

Maybe someone has a lighter.

[ It's offered as a solution as she takes whatever Mel's handing her and smearing it onto her victim patient. She knows a little about cleaning and dressing wounds, but burns are a little different. ]

But if not, a castle has to have a big ass kitchen, right?

Daenerys Targaryen | Game of Thrones/ASOIAF 🐲

[dorzalta]

I. Alarms
The ringing of bells tears her gaze away from the thing to those around her. Screams and footsteps. Are you near her when she commands a group to settle, to help anyone in need of it, as they make their way to the castle? Maybe, if you're one of the children she knows, you'll find yourself being lifted from beneath your armpits if you stopped to watch the creature breathing fire.

"They can't fight it blindly. Dragons aren't so easily felled." Jon knows that. She'll leave that point to him to mention with the gods and warriors.

If you're not a child, did you catch that? A dragon, confirmed. You better move quick if you have questions, as Dany's already rushing off to another group of people.

II. A sudden turn - at the castle
The blast of fire against an invisible shield leaves her momentarily speechless. There are children nearby. Children she doesn't recognize who are crying, whether from injuries unseen, or fear of the fire blast. The fire doesn't frighten her, but the city... the buildings nearby and unprotected are now suddenly alight. "We have to help them," she murmurs to you. "We're no use in here."

Turning away, she watches those being tended to. There's a group--some faces she recognizes, most she doesn't--huddled together. Nervousness seems to be buzzing off them.

"That's not a real dragon, sweetling." She settles beside a weeping child, smoothing her palm along disheveled hair. "Shall I tell you about them? There's Balerion, Meraxes, and Vhagar. A brave king and his sisterwives rode those dragons to unite seven kingdoms in my world. One of the queens and her dragon even allowed a child no older than you to fly with her, one day."

III. Medical
( a. ) She doesn't like standing idle within the castle. Not when the city's burning and the dragon's fallen. There's a thrumming energy to her as she watches the healers tending to wounded natives and Wanderers. But they're not on the battlefield, where likely many more need help. So after she gathers salves and whatever else she recalls watching being used, she locates one of the eight-legged horses nearby and swings herself up and onto it with the ease of a seasoned rider, arakh in hand. You can hitch a ride with her, if you want. Better be quick about it.

( b. ) The group of warriors are left in a state in the aftermath. That much, she can see as she enters the clearing. Her horse whinnies as it trots closer, and she's shushing it with a gentle pat to its neck.

"I'm not a healer," she'll warn you, if you look at her as if silently asking for help... but after a moment, she'll relent, dismounting. "What can I do?"

IV. Harvesting/Looting
( a. ) This is wrong of her. There are others nearby who are trying to hack apart this massive creature. Fatter than any of her children. Ugly and brutal in a way a dragon never should be. She watches someone use a pocketknife to try and pierce its thick hide and shakes her head. "They'll never piece its scales with something that small."

( b. ) Do you catch her a while later? She's lifting her arakh with both hands, aiming to pierce the creature's scaly skin. The first strike is accompanied by a loud grunt as she stumbles. Little much of an impact that blow had... But she'll keep hacking, and if she catches you watching, she'll say, "Stop gaping and help me!"

V. Wildcard & OOC Note
[ Want something else? Get me on bubblytangerine or discord to plot something out, or feel free to surprise me. Will also match prose or brackets.

If we have an intro thread, I'd love to discuss wrapping that up, especially if we have something here. ]

medical - b-ish

[sanityinruins]

Surprisingly, he hasn't lost any of his gear in the mad rush to this place or the chaos that always follows pitch battle. In the rucksack slung across his shoulders, he still had the small energy-boosting treats and tea, though the tea he hoarded with all the zealousness of a dragon guarding their hoard. For most people, he handed out water and maybe a few pieces of dried melon or raisins, the healers getting a few of the nuts in with the fruits. But then he comes across Daenerys and remembers the way she carried herself from their first meeting.

A soft huff, and he switches out the water, pouring some of the golden tea into a cup which he holds out to her, along with a lollipop with a distinctive swirl pattern wrapper.

"I need no help." His skin was pale under the soot from the fires, a streak of red near his temple from a shallow cut along his scalp. His hands are steady as is his eyes.

"Here. A taste from my home."

ye zun | ota

[sanityinruins]

the earth moves & we plan
[ Ten thousand years without a body, his senses muted by stone and earth and holy artifacts does not shake his childhood fear when the earth trembles. Ye Zun went from sleeping to full alarm, rolling out of bed to crouch against the wall shoulders hunched and his breath shallow. Then as it continued, he shook off the fear and got dressed - not in his white robes but in the sturdy and plain clothing the natives had been so happy to give him - braiding and then coiling his hair up to keep it from tangling.

Then he grabbed a small rucksack filled with some dried fruits, nuts, lollipops, a thermos of tea, and a writing kit. He doesn't run out; panicking was only for those who hadn't seen worlds end and new ones born. In that regard, a dragon was nothing.

Even if it did dwarf the surrounding landscape.

The smile that spread across his face was unsettling, a vicious showing of teeth and wide mad eyes. Then it was gone and he follows the rest of the Wanderers to the call of arms, picking out a bow, a servicable dagger, and an ax from the mess of weaponry with a small frown. He may have been more hostage than fighter in the opportunist army trying to conquer Haixing, but they still made sure he could fight. He was better at seeing weaknesses, which was definitely needed here.

But he keeps quiet as people milled around, arming up and forming into groups. He takes a horse, frowning at the odd saddle being more use to just some padding like the nomads had used. Still he made little comment and rushes with the rest of them to the site, but as they all gather for an attack, he just rolled his eyes. And then raised his voice: ]

It's all well and good to hit it, but do you actually have an idea how? It's not as if we have powers.

[ Come on people, he can't be the only one who feels that they need a plan to stop a mountain-sized dragon. ]


helping the injured?
[ He has only so many arrows and he was well aware of his own limits when it came to fighting close with something that could sneeze down a building. So once he ran out of ammunition, he stays back to aid the healers. Ye Zun would admit that he was not someone who cared too much about other people, but he did understand that he should show some gratitude. Or something similar to gratitude.

Which means he just is going to shove a small cup of water at the next person waiting for a healer, his face set like he rather dump the water over their head than anything else. ]

It's going to be a few minutes, so stop carrying on already.

[ It's not the best bed-side manners in the world, but he's trying? ]


dragon booty!
[ Saw and hammer, chisel and sword, Ye Zun had been working for a while at this tooth, deciding to take the top two hands instead of pulling the whole thing out. It was slow going though he did manage to get enough of a groove in the ivory for the next step of his plan - using a couple rock climbing picks. Working the sharp tips into the groove, he then lifts a hammer to start hitting it, trying to drive it in and make a series of perforations. Once that was done, it should only take some good leverage and a bit more work to free the tip off.

And once he had that, he was going to use it to cut more dragon flesh open using it. After all, he reasons, a dragon's tooth should provide help in getting more dragon bits, right?

He has a pile of tools near him and a horse that he managed to keep throughout this whole adventure. Feel free to ask him to borrow any or to help with collecting more goods from the dragon.

Of course, if he doesn't get to that first, he also goes for a claw, but instead of trying to get the claw tip, he is cutting at the the groove where the first knuckle should be. It's a far easier spot that trying for the much guarded tip, and besides, weren't the claws part of the bone itself? ]

Don't stand there, give me that ax.

wildcard~
[ooc; want to do something else? feel free to surprise me! i will match prose or brackets as well :3 ]

helping

[imahealerbut]

[Think you’ve got bad bedside manner?]

The hell are you doing? If you’ve got nothing better to do, grind these up for me.

[Here’s Wen Qing rushing past, shoving a bundle of freshly-picked herbs into Ye Zun’s hands. Without further preamble she leans over the injured and starts looking over their injuries.]

Steve Rogers | OTA | Will match prose or brackets

[captain_america]

Sound the alarms

[ He thinks its an earthquake at first, and it makes him jump out of bed. He's pulling on pants and trying to get out the door of his room in the barracks at the same time. An earthquake means people could be hurt and his only thought is to help however he can.

He makes it outside only to hear the ground tear and a massive roar as the dragon's head rises into the sky.

So. Not an earthquake at all then. ]

That's a.... [ he isn't even sure he can say it. He's seeing, but he's not so much believing. ]

Well. Shit.

The Battle is on

[ When Heimdall asks for volunteers Steve doesn't hesitate. This is what he does, this is what he knows. He can fight. He can help save people. And he has his shield again. He might not have the serum running through his veins anymore but whatever effects its left on him, he a little bit more than just a baseline human.

He's down on the front lines. He has a sword, he has his shield and he is...not doing a lot of damage at all. ]

Its hide is too thick, we need to hit it somewhere else.

[ Which is when he looks up at it and thinks eyes. Blinding some of those eyes will help. He turns to the person he's fighting with. ]

How do you feel about scaling a dragon?

[ Once he's up there he will take out as many of its eyes as he can before it shakes him off and he looses his footing, sliding off it and falling to the ground. He really misses his healing factor. ]

The aftermath

[They have taken it out. Its dead. And Steve is sitting against a nearby tree catching his breath, and pretending that his ankle isn't in so much pain that he's going to fall down as soon as he tries to stand up. Maybe also his ribs. He'd taken a few good hits during the fight and he's not used to having to be so careful, he's not used to his body not healing him as soon as he gets hurt.

He could probably use some assistance. Or maybe a lecture about not running face first into a dragon. ]

Wild Dragon Card

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Also note, Steve's god power is being a human shield basically. " Shield: An invisible barrier of magical force appears and protects you. The shield is only big enough to cover 1-2 humanoids, and vanishes after 1 minute." If anyone wants to play with that, or doesn't want him to use it, let me know.

sound the alarms.

[exmagician]

That, kind stranger, would be a mythical beast.

[A beast more than capable of the sort of destruction that its size implied and then some. Given his medical background, he's staying back to tend to the hurt or injured in the chaos, but he'll fight if he needs to - he's more than capable.]

Apex predator, though. Basically a dinosaur with wings, in some cultures they're all-knowing.

Peter Quill ★ MCU

[momsboy]

Vol 1. Clever Girl

A) Fighting

Acting as if he has a death wish is practically Peter's modus operandi so there he goes joining the fight with the enhanced crossbow Tyr granted him and aided by his spirit familiar, now soaring the nearby skies in the shape of a savanna hawk. They both will alert people of incoming danger or get others out of the way of flames, if possible.

He would have liked to use one of Honir's horses but Peter had the same grace on top of a horse as potato, which is to say, none at all. He's leaving the horseback charge to the professionals. He still got a horse by his side, though, that is helping him carry a few powder kegs and wine barrels. The idea is to throw those at the dragon's wings after setting them on fire and hopefully not lose a limb in the process. He could use a little help.


B) Harvesting

Ding dong, the witch is dead, is the song Peter's humming under his breath as he approaches the now deceased dragon's head with a battle axe in hand, courtesy of one of the natives. There's soot in his hair and grim on his face, a burn in his biceps that is starting to hurt pretty badly but Peter is ignoring all that in order to grab some scales and two of the dragon's teeth before the creature starts rotting. He's happy to team up with others who might be trying to harvest parts of the dragons.

Vol 2. Post Battle

A) Closed to Honir | Stables

Melisandre has been teaching him how to ride buy thee's still a lot Peter needs to learn about horses. He certainly didn't know enough to ride them in battle but once everything is over, he comes to the staples with a basket of fruit and healing salves he got from the priestess.

The golden particles healed him because Peter had been near the Red Death when it disappeared but he's not sure if the animals got the same lucky treatment. Leaving the basket on the ground, Peter approaches one of the 8 legged horses and rubs the side of its body, voice soft.

"Ey there, beautiful. You all did great today."


B) Open | Peter's ship

The Benatar is still under repairs after it fell from the sky, and will be for a long time, but those poor wanderers who lived in Njord district and had their houses burn down are free to come over to spend the night there.

Because the ship is still stuck in the middle of a road and doesn't belong to any god house, those who sleep in it won't be feeling any increasing paranoia or anxiety. Peter can be found carrying blankets and pillows or clearing spaces in the ship for people to sleep in and rest.


C) Open | Tyr's house, kitchen

If you know Peter, chances are the Guardian let you know he would be making food after the battle. He's drained of energy after fighting and using his familiar abilities for long, so eating some sugar it a must.

Now, the problem is that Peter's cooking abilities are mostly limited to making alien food. But crepes? Crepes he can do, so that's why is happening in Tyrhause's kitchen. There's tea and hot chocolate too for the thirsty, and Peter's moving around the place, wearing an apron and humming an ABBA song as he flips the crepe in the pan.


[ ooc: Feel free to use this option to also threadjack among each other in the kitchen if you want. ]

1A

[mindseer]

"Well, it's been a long time since I've been on the bad side of a dragon... in fact, I can't remember a time I ever was, but that thing's not like any dragon I've ever seen before."

Oh, hey Peter, look. The weirdo with the walking stick was standing there next to you, getting ready for the fight. The blindfold was lifted up and in place as a headband and she had a spear in hand instead of a staff. Oh good, because dragon scales against blunt instruments were usually pretty effective.

Wait, was she not wearing the blindfold over her dead white eyes?

hiccup | SORRY GUYS

[boarheaded]

THE RED DEATH

i.
[ hiccup would know that roar anywhere. the red death was his first big battle, the first time he rode out as a dragon-rider to protect his people, the end of the war that had overshadowed his entire life, and that of generations of berkians. he hears the tell-tale dragon scream in his sleep sometimes, even years later. there's no way he could ever forget it.

he's on his feet before his mind has even registered what he's hearing, moving to the nearest window. mutters, ]

No.

[ because it's impossible. there hasn't been a single sign of anyone from home in all this time, let alone a single dragon, and not even he can possibly be so unlucky as to --

but his thoughts screech to a halt when the red death rises into view.

he only loses a handful of (precious) seconds to shock. then he wheels around, shouting -- ]

Listen to me! I know what that is. We have to get moving, now!

ii.

[ odin, but fighting a dragon of this size was so much easier with toothless to help. without his dragon, how much can hiccup really do?

still, he doesn't let his doubts stop him now -- there's no time, not with the red death rampaging so close to the city. he rides out with honir and the others, determined to do whatever he can to stop it this time. he's armed with a shield he'd picked up during the earlier skyfall of items -- worn on his back until they get closer to the dragon -- and the hilt at his leg.

maybe he and your character ride out together. or maybe he shouts -- ]

Look out!

[ as the dragon knocks rubble their way, moves to cover the two of you with his shield.

he can also be found wielding a sword that sure is on fire, moving to try to slow down the red death by slashing at its feet or trying to fell nearby trees to slow its progress. he doesn't show any fear of the fire, which also means please gods, he'll probably need a rescue at some point either from raining debris, being potentially stepped on, or getting pulled out of the fires. ]

AFTERMATH

[ finally, the red death dies.

(wasn't fighting one, once, bad enough???? the norns clearly hate him.)

hiccup breathes out a sigh of relief, but doesn't relax. instead he gets to work with the fire brigade. he doesn't have any water-related powers, which means he'll be getting buckets of water and going around trying to douse any fires. help him out with this? if he sees a familiar face -- or even a kind of familiar face, he'll ask -- ]

Are you okay?

[ or he'll be going to healer types for help eventually, with some cuts, bruises, burns, and the like. help... ]

WILDCARD

[ hit me! also feel free to assume hiccup has filled your character in on any information about the red death. we can thread it out if you'd prefer, but otherwise he would go out of his way to make sure as many people as possible know!! ]

ii-ish

[ikols]

[ When Raindrop has had enough of being near the enormous dragon and runs off Loki is left to race around the battlefield on his own, mostly avoiding the fight and yanking idiots out of the way of rubble (akin to boulders) kicked up by the beast and sweeping waves of fire. It's when Hiccup is done shielding someone who runs off that Loki, hanging back far enough to take notice of the Red Death's myriad eyes scanning the ground as people flee, sprints over to the exposed viking and skids to a halt at his side, clamping a hand on the back of Hiccup's neck to keep him from rising back into the fray.

He hisses, ] Stay down! [ and Skadi's illusory magic alters their appearances to resemble rock-trolls, a little rougher in shape but indistinguishable from the surrounding shale. Loki weaves the veil over them with a breath in old Asgardian, switching to the common-tongue to reassure Hiccup their best chance of survival as the Red Death searches for them on the field is to remain still and silent. ]

Hush. She's looking.

Eleven | Stranger Things

[experiment011]

A: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙸𝚜 𝙾𝚗

[ Eleven has to do something. People are in danger. She can't stand back and do nothing, but that's all she's able to do without her powers. While it pains her to be so passive about the situation, all she can do is stay out of the way of the people actually able to join the fight.

She has found herself a job to do, however. Many fighters are coming back with singed armor, broken weapons, and grievous wounds that need tending to. At the very least, she can help bandage those that are injured and hand over some new weapons from a nearby rack should anyone need any. She can even hand out water to those that are thirsty. If anyone needs support, she's ready to help and stands restlessly waiting for her first recipient. ]

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B: 𝙰 𝚂𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚗

[ Eleven needs to rest. She has been helping from the sidelines for hours and needs to regain some energy. She wipes her brow as she sits against a tree trunk, panting and sweating from the exertion. She has no idea where her friends are anymore. Hopefully they are safe. There is no way she can find them among the chaos surrounding her. Calling to them would be a fruitless endeavor. The noise from the battle is almost deafening, and she is a fair distance away from the fray.

Before she realizes what's happening, she's thrown to the ground when the forest around her erupts in fire. She has miraculously survived a blast from the dragon's fire breath from her positioning behind her tree, but now she's surrounded by fire. The sudden devastation has sent her into shock; she's unable to formulate an escape. Weaving through the trees and back towards the nearest city would be ideal, but it's as if her brain has short circuited. She's helpless. ]

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C. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 (closed to adopted family and boyfriends)

[ Eleven has been through a lot. Too much. She's drained, sore, singed, and can barely find the energy to cry. Why did this happen? Why did a dragon come out of nowhere and kill so many people? Why couldn't she have done anything to stop it? How useless was she?

The physical effects have been hounding her for hours, but now that things have settled down, her emotions are catching up with her as well. She attempts to drag herself home, one foot still recovering from a sprain, and makes her way out of the forest and into the city before she collapses to her knees and cries deeply. It's too much for her. She's never been through something so taxing. It doesn't look like she'll be able to get home on her own anytime soon.]

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D. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍

[ Open to all! ]

C.

[momsboy]

[ Peter is sore, covered in soot and his left arm has a pretty nasty burn on it. But he's standing on his own and a battle you can walk from is successful enough. He's got worse in the past, he can't complain.

The medical crew is helping others who are far more injured than him and Peter helps to put out a few fires before the natives insist that he takes a break. His familiar finally vanishes, no energy left to keep the spell up, and Peter takes it as his cue to leave.

He's only made it a little into the forest when he hears the crying and it takes him only a few to find El, curled on herself. Oh gods, what is she doing here? Peter is kneeling immediately by her side, ignoring the way his muscles protest at the movement. ]

Elia? Elia are you hurt?

Ygritte | Game of Thrones

[freewoman]

( the battle is on! )

[Ygritte is one of the first people ready to go. No one needs to tell her twice. A dragon isn't anything she's dealt with before, but she's already died before, so what's the worry now? Not that she's ever had one before that anyway.

She's got a bow, already armed in the group that's already going after it. Her face is set even as she hears the sound of the beast from far off.]

We don't have dragons above the Wall. [But that doesn't stop her from wanting this conquest.]

( the aftermath )

[The Free Folk are scavengers by nature, so when the beast is felled, Ygritte is on sight. The body is massive. It could feed probably all of city for months. But she's not sure if any of the weapons she has on her would be enough to cut through it's tough skin.

But that doesn't stop her from trying to do something. Her lips are pursed, and there's a glint in her eye. She stands up and looks at the body. It towers so much over her that she has to crane her neck to look up.]

Don't s'pose we could a scale or two, eh?

aftermath

[cecidit]

[ He isn't winded. That's ridiculous. Vergil, son of Sparda, does not get winded.

But.. the dragon did prove to be a worthwhile challenge. Enough that he looks ruffled, the tails of his coat somewhat singed. He'll look over at the sound of her voice, brush a hand back through his hair so that he looks at least somewhat respectable again. There's just a quick chuckle before he responds. ]

I certainly don't see why not.

[ He sheathes his sword, and then bends to scoop up two discarded weapons. They're rougher, not the precise weapons he's used to with the Yamato. They'll do for work such as this. And he'll toss one over to her. ]

You should be able to prise off a scale with that. I think a claw might be a fitting trophy, personally.

Thrawn | Star Wars | OTA

[art_of_war]

Aftermath;

The smoke was starting to clear. It had been rolling off the what was now just a smoldering shell. Thrawn felt no attachment to his god house but was not keen on just letting it burn. So he had done what he could, which consisted of once creating an improvised ramp from a door to help a group of 3 native children escape a burning building, to holding the makeshift fire hose nozzle on what was left of the house he was using in Njord district.
The former was simply because he was not a monster and couldn't stand by and watch children burn alive, the latter because he had the strongest grip of anyone there.

Now the smoke was clearing and it was evident that the fire had mostly burned itself out. Thrawn had long since removed his white jacket which left him in the black tank top he had under it. That also meant he had a rather long burn covering his right shoulder as well as being soot-streaked here and there across his blue skin. His hair is a mess and he has a big black streak over his cheek.

"Well. It appears I'll need to find elsewhere to sleep."

Harvesting the body;

The sun is just past its zenith when he starts but it takes at least 3 hours of single-minded hacking to cut enough gum tissue away to claim one of the 2 teeth Thrawn was after.

For the second one, he isn't making the same mistake. Having caught and made use of one of the 8 legged horses he had made an impromptu harness it and had someone keeping it still for now. Once he had finished tying the strapping around a tooth he raised his voice a bit and gestured toward the waiting animal while watching the tooth.

"Alright. Walking should be sufficient. Have it begin pulling."

((OOC: Prose or brackets, I'll match you))

Aftermath

[thrawnsaide]

We should really get those burns looked after before they get infected. There should be some kind of medkit back at the house I'm at.

[Eli commented. He had worked alongside Thrawn helping where he could not wanting to leave those in need helpless. He couldn't do a lot in the ways of fighting, but he felt this way he could contribute.

He was a soot covered mess and his uniform had a few tears here and there. He still wore it despite himself being hot and sweaty underneath. His curly hear was a wreck and was going to be a nightmare to clean up later.

He was more concerned about his friend and ushered him back to his room that he shared. They could deal with his friend for the time being.]

Terezi Pyrope | OTA

[mindseer]

Sound the Alarm
"What's everyone so worked up about? It's just another thing dropping out of the sky right?" Terezi began to say before someone shouted that there was a gigantic dragon out there, beyond the town. She raised an eyebrow and snorted. "Of course there is. Of course this place is all about fighting big, dumb dopey bosses. Fuck my life, seriously...."

She ran with her staff in hand towards the Heimdall barracks to join the others. Seriously, if there was a dragon, she wasn't missing this. And if it was crazy, putting it out of its misery was something she felt obligated to be participant in. But as one of the people paused to usher her back, she grunted and growled, grabbing her blindfold and yanking it up to her forehead. Wince. Bright. Really bright. Fuck this sun. "Hey, just because I don't want to see doesn't mean I can't brainiac, now give me a staff kind would you?"

A what? They stared at her before offering her a longspear. Ok, that would work.

The battle is On
Terezi was in the thick of the fighting, though she wasn't there with the biggest hitters. She was a competent fighter, for all that she played the fool at times. However, she had no mystical powers making her better at fighting dragons, or supporting her teammates. She could 'smell lies.' Ooooh, that was great and nifty, but absolutely useless right now. She could at least put her blindfold up for the fight, though. Her sense of smell was NOT up to this sort of thing.

Well, whatever. She had a spear and a helmet, and she was going to call it a magic helmet (it totally wasn't.) just because. Hey, it had wings on it. She got out into the field and snarled at the massive thing while it breathed out a roar of flames. Ok, no. This... wasn't what she thought of when she thought of a dragon. she was all too happy to kill it.

Only trick? That spear wasn't going to do much in this fight, but it wasn't for lack of trying, stabbing at its legs while it kicked up a fury of dirt. Every little bit counted!

Harvesting
Little grizzly, but she'd help out. If she could use some tools and work with the people to carefully wedge dragon scales off, that seemed like a pretty good use of her time and the big bastard's corpse. Her blindfold was back in place where it belonged mostly because she didn't need to see to feel scales and work them out.

"Hey, you. Could I get a hand over here?"

The battle

[ragnarsson]

Given the sheer amount of people brought here, Ivar shouldn't have been surprised to see non-humans here. He'd knows about elves now, but they look close enough to human that it doesn't make him look twice. Terezi, however, is an oddity he's not seen before. Even in the middle of battle, it made him stop for a moment to look at her.

Well, she's helping, so he'll ask her what she is when they aren't in danger of being roasted alive. Ivar's busy trying to get a decent shot at one of the eyes when he notices Terezi is getting too close to one of the Red Death's feet while stabbing at them. The next step it takes might crush her.

Calling out won't do any good with the sounds of battle raging on around them. Instead, he urges the horse forward into a canter. He banks to the left at the last second, smacking her with the horse's side, hard enough to knock her out of the way. It's going to hurt and likely she'd end up sprawled in the dirt, but it was better then ending up as gooey paste on the underside of that thing's foot or impaled on one of those giant claws. "Are you alright?" He asks, raising his voice to be heard over the din.

Rhys // Borderlands // OTA

[theprezident]

A. Sound the alarms, Tyr house

[ When the alarms sound, Rhys is still trying to get his bearing from the unnatural noise of the ground tearing, trying to figure out what that was even supposed to be. He's starting to push himself out of bed, but the alarms startle him into quicker action. Dressed in nothing but a loose t-shirt and a pair of black pajama pants, he rolls out of bed and scrubs his hands over his face for a few seconds. ]

What-- What's happening?

B. Sound the alarms, outside Tyr house -> the castle

[ New world or not, alarms tend to kind of mean the same thing. He takes a moment to get his shoes on, but then he quickly makes it out onto the street. After a quick turn on the spot, he finally notices the Red Death, which is somehow huge enough that he can actually see it. Is that--? ]

Is that a dragon? Are you serious?

[ Well.

Fuck that.

A native almost runs straight into him, and he stumbles back a few steps, before he turns to follow suit. Running! Running sounds like a great idea, because that's an actual fucking dragon breathing actual fucking fire and he's not dealing with this.

So for the rest of the day, he can be found in the castle. At first he's in a bit of shock, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that there's a huge dragon currently trying to kill them. Eventually, though, he starts walking around to get rid of some excess anxious energy. If your character is also in the castle and looking worried, he'll approach you. If not, you can instead catch him approaching a native who is clearly anxious. ]

Hey. Doing all right?

[ Because, really, what else can he do expect ... talk to people. It feels real shitty to just sit there and do nothing. ]

C. The aftermath, Njord and surrounding districts

[ With the dragon down, at least there is finally something that he can do. When he spots Tyr gathering people to douse the fires, he joins in. He figures, if he's had to deal with Pandora and its bandits and ... rakk hives, he can deal with some fire.

Thus he can be found carting water back and forth, and tossing it over flames. For some of the greater flames, he will wave over others. If you happen to be nearby and carrying water, you can bet he's waving at you. There's sweat and ash on his face, and his hair is an absolute mess, but even he's not vane enough to care about that right now. ]

D. Harvesting

[ After about an hour of helping to put out flames, he comes upon the body of the Red Death, which immediately distracts him. He puts down a bucket of water, and brushes some hair out of his face, as he approaches it with a low whistle. ]

How is it even possible for a living thing to be this big?

[ He's not talking to anyone in particular, but feel free to answer him.

Alternatively, if you're busy trying to whittle away at the body to get something out of it, he will eventually approach. ]

How's that going for you? Looks like a tough cookie to crack. Or. Something.

[ Is that even a real saying? Well, it is now, because he said it. ]

E. Wildcard

[ Just if you think of anything else.

Also, if you'd rather do prose-style, I'll match you! c: ]

/shyly peeks in D

[hikikomori_king]

Magic? [ The elf walking by with water buckets offers ]

The Enemy breeds dragons, and some are quite large, although I have not seen any of this size.

[ His world's dragons will get this big only once, fortunately, and long after Turgon himself is dead ]

Turgon | Tolkien | OTA will match prose/brackets

[hikikomori_king]

Sound the Alarms

The dragon's roar jolts him from his sleep, memories of dragonfire and the black letters that marked the death of kin borne to them on eagle's wings.

(Oh, Angrod, oh Aegnor, oh bright and valiant cousins fallen to flame. Oh for the grief of his father's death, for his brother sitting on the throne with a broken heart, fearing that the flames crawling across the earth would never retreat, or worse, retreat to leave nothing behind, cut off from kin and comrade alike.)

He runs without thinking, snatching up his sword from his bedside, from the houses of Mimir to those of his kin. Galadriel is safe enough in Mimir, and he's not fool enough to get in his littlest cousins' way. But he has a grandson he never knew in Odin and a dearly beloved cousin who he found out was dead too late to do anything about in Honir. He needs to keep them safe.

He can be found arguing with Elrond or Finrod about the need to stay indoors, or indeed asking frantically if anyone has seen,

"An elf like me - but blonde, very friendly? Or another who looks very much like me but a little shorter, very wise eyes?"

Aftermath

He hates dragons. He really truly does. Balrogs are the worst, just under the Enemy Himself and his Lieutenant, but there aren't very many Balrogs. Dragons, the Enemy seems to enjoy breeding in all sorts of new and terrible variants. He hates because if he stops hating he'll sit down and weep.

(He wasn't there, for the Dagor Bragollach, when Glaurung issued forth in all his might to burn the lands before him. But Glaurung's get were at the Nirnaeth, where fell his beloved brother, and he remembers)

Instead, he sets himself to fetch and carry, using his years of architecture and building to help shift stone safely, pushing himself to hunt for injured who cannot get to safety on their own, to bring water to put out the fires.

Someone might need to make him stop, or feel free to call for his help as he goes by.

Wildcard me

Sound the Alarms

[hantale]

There is, as it would so happen, a creature who is very familiar with one of the elves in question. Indeed, Fran just so happens to live with them! When the dragon appeared, the horned one spent the first few moments in pure shock before leaving their house and making their way to the side of city facing it. Gods know the people would need all the help they can get, and someone needs to get those animals out of harms way!

Halfway down one of the streets, they're caught by the tall elf, blinking up at the friendly face. "Oh, Turgon!" The description quickly rings a bell. "Finrod?... I believe he was at home last I saw him. Though I can't say if he's there now."


[OOC: This may be a fairly short one, if he's in a rush to go find Finrod! ^^]

lalli hotakainen | honirhaus | closed to emil

[skittering]

❰ when the beast came, lalli was ready. braced for something, anything, for nearly a day and a half now - because something was absolutely coming. he could feel it, a twitch of anxiety building in his gut that burst free as something almost like relief when that thing he'd felt building was finally here.

that was hours ago, shortly after emil arrived to get some sleep. the timing could've been far, far worse. an hour earlier and he may not have been able to find him in the chaos. without his gods, the reverent gratitude that springs to his lips lingers behind them, swelling to a hollow ache before he banishes it. he pictures the prayer (and the ache along with it) sinking to the bottom of a deep pond somewhere at his core, far from the light of day.

one day, he'll need to let himself mourn their absence. today is not that day.

today is a day for recalling the first rule. for being still and silent while others fight and die or flee and likely die as well. lalli fosters no heroic delusions. they're safe here, or as safe as anyone could possibly be.

but then something shifts. the rhythm of the battle seems to falter, to crackle into something more chaotic. more panicked. lalli wastes no time in darting up over the bed to the window, pushing the edge of the curtain aside to see what changed - only to watch the beast soar over the city a scant couple of districts away and unleash a wildfire's blaze onto the castle-... no. no, it curves around the castle, as if repelled by some sort of unseen barrier. instead, the flames scatter heedlessly through the city below, a cloud of smoke making clear that more than a few buildings have gone up in flames.

he tells emil what he's seen. the beast taking wing, spitting fire to rival an army of cleansers or more. he mentions the barrier, his tone going incrementally harder, more resigned, because he knows. he knows emil's going to want to go. he knows he's going to have to try to talk him out of it, or if he can't, he's going to have to abandon this safety to tail the swede through the streets because there's not a cat's chance in hell that he's letting emil run that gauntlet alone.

right on cue, emil pushes to run. lalli's ready with sharp warnings, with statements that they're doing no such thing in a tone that leaves no room for debate, but in the end he only narrowly manages to convince the swede to stay. to trust him. that's what did it - not the warnings or the facts, but the quiet entreaty to 'trust me'. so they've stayed.

lalli disappears then. thirty minutes, he insists. he'll be back in thirty minutes, so don't come looking. and then he's off out the door, grabbing a burlap sack filled with what sounds like knives or daggers on his way out. the next twenty minutes are spent systematically climbing each of the three nearest trees and carving hasty runes into the trunks some thirty feet up, muttering a brief supplication to tapio and mielikki knowing full well that it falls on deaf ears. at each corner of each rune, he pulls a dagger from the sack and drives it into the wood. and after each rune is complete, he climbs back down to the ground that much more fatigued.

he returns on time. lalli's nothing if not good for his word. not that he has many words left to spare - whatever energy he may have had for it seems to have drained out of him while he was gone doing (as far as emil's concerned) who-knows-what. he sinks silently onto the bed, listing sideways a bit to lean against the wall, and whispers: ❱

We're safe. ❰ as safe as they could possibly be, given the circumstances. ❱

[enflame]

( It's not entirely accurate to say that Emil had been lulled into a false sense of security. Nothing about this situation as a whole is very comforting, but thus far what had actually happened within this new dimension had been essentially harmless. If he's dead and in some other realm of existence, then that's a reality he has to accept as a new standard of living, as hard as it might be.

There had been a mess of mild inconveniences, some gross things, some strange things. But nothing deadly. If anything, it was as welcome a change as there could be being here. The one true pro. Emil may not have been directly in harm's way where he was before he arrived here, but in this place -- much like one would expect from a sort of heaven -- danger didn't seem to be so present and pressing.

What a naive, stupid thought.

It's true that there was an extreme, anxious, antsy energy that was playing with the trigger of his fight or flight response, and he was fully prepared to subscribe to the latter. He's had a wishy washy relationship with reacting to things properly. Shooting when he shouldn't, running scared when he thought he could stand and fight. Even here, it's hard for his mind to gauge what to do. It's hard to try and avoid being reactionary, especially enclosed in such a small space, hearing the sounds of destruction in the distance.

And as they grew louder, he had put up the idea. We've got to run. It's getting closer. Lalli shot him down. He'd listened to Lalli before, and usually he had some of the better ideas in situations like this, but that didn't stop the panic pulsing through his veins. Maybe he is dead, but he certainly doesn't want to know what it feels like to die again, or what happens when you lose round two.

Lalli stood firm. It's a very convincing card to play. "Trust me." And he does.

That trust was very close to being tested and broken. At first Emil thought that the discussion was just about whether to stay put or flee, but then Lalli dropped the bombshell of his own escapade. Again, Emil protested, but Lalli was -- is stubborn. And the waiting game began.

At first his mood was angry, and it helped him keep his anxiety at bay. How could he just leave and refuse him; basically demand that he not come along? The survived and ran together, not apart...but he'd be back. But then, why leave at all? Maybe if an explanation was offered, Emil would understand more. Lalli's just not the type.

After the anger subsided, the neurosis returned. The sounds of giant wings beating the air and dull roars could still be heard, even from his place half hidden in the ground. Emil's sure that if he was closer to the window, just to open it a peek, he could smell the burnt dirt and debris.

He has no way of keeping time. This is killing him.

It's about a minute before Lalli returns that he can't take it anymore, he has to run outside and see what's going on, if his friend is dead, if he's about to be dead. He has magic now, but that's so squirrely and unpredictable. Lalli has a rifle around here, perhaps. That's more familiar, something more guaranteed to protect--

Oh. He's back.

Emil doesn't ask how sure Lalli is, because Lalli is sure and that's a fact. Whether or not what he's sure about is accurate is something you can debate, but how sure he is is typically absolutely. His two-word response and slump onto the bed and wall are deserved, without question. The fact he's been presented with is a modicum of comfort, but they've moved from one hell to the other before. They might be safe, but that's just for now. )

Don't leave again. ( It's said very tightly, the muscles in his jaw so clenched and he barely realized. ) Unless I go too.

Ivar "The Boneless" Ragnarsson | Vikings

[ragnarsson]

I. Sound The Alarms

[Ivar's never been a morning person, so even the rumbling of the earth isn't enough for him to fully wake up and discover the cause. However, when he hears the sound of the earth-shattering and an ungodly loud roar, he's finally forced to rouse himself.]

What the hell...?

[Looking outside, it's obvious that the source is that gigantic dragon on the horizon that's the size of a small mountain. A grin crosses Ivar's face. Oh, this is gonna be good. He'll be scrambling to get some things together before he rushes on out to join in the attack.]

II. The Battle Is On!

Ivar's always wanted to kill a dragon. Yes, that may sound odd, but one of his grandfathers was a legit dragonslayer. So he is all too eager to gather up some of his weapons that he's been collecting from the sky raining them down on everyone. With the saddle Tyr has so generously provided for him, he can actually ride a horse, so he instructs someone at the stables to put it on one of the eight-legged geldings.

He's gonna have a little trouble controlling that horse and it meanders a lot more then the others who are going along with Honir, but he manages to keep up if looking rather undignified while he does so. Before he even attacks the beast, he reins it in, and instead lets others attack it first. Despite the stereotype of the Viking berserker, Ivar's never been one to blindly rush into battle. His greatest asset has always been his mind when fighting. Once he observes it for a bit, he turns to whoever is near, whether they also hung back or retreated after drawing first blood.

"We need to aim for the eyes. It won't be able to get far without them."

III. The Grand Finale

[There's only a short moment where Ivar reassesses what just happened as he's transported from the forest back in front of the dragon. Then the massive crack of lightning brings it back down to earth. Well, that was a fortunate gift from the gods, likely Odin's doing.

Now that the big ugly fucker is now on more equal footing with everyone, Ivar immediately picks up one of the spears he'd been holding onto, takes aim, and lets loose at one of the remaining eyes. Then he turns to one of his fighting comrades.]

Now's our chance! Charge!

IV. In The Aftermath

Well, that was invigorating. You'll find no one in better spirits after that fight then Ivar. Well, looks like there's two dragonslayers in his family now, though of course this one had been a group effort with everyone else. He's much more cheerful then he's been in days, which might a bit unsettling to anyone who has seen him in his default state of angry and homicidal.

What he will greatly protest against is the need to see anyone for his injuries. Sure he got scraped and a little burned, but then, so did many others. He's just gonna self-medicat with alcohol like any smart person would. If anyone shows concern, he'll just respond with "I'm fine, really!"

....Someone get this stubborn ass to a healer stat.

V. Harvesting The Body

[The idea of getting something like a claw that Ivar could turn into a sword of some sort is just far too tempting for the Viking. As soon as he's patched up and rested, he's already heading back out to the body to see if there's anything he can possibly loot.

He already looked the big beastie over and has been mulling on a question while he was being healed. Now, how best to actually pierce that thick hide? He's got a few ideas, which is why you will find him with a team of eight-legged horses lashed to a claw, a tooth, a scale, whatever he can really get the ropes around firmly. Then he has the whole team pull, hoping the collective force will yank the parts right off. See, everything isn't always resolved with stabbing when it comes to him.]

sick of me?

[captainmaterial]

Finn has spent the majority of battle shielding those that would travel out to aid those on the field that were injured. And shepherding those injured back to the castle for more aid than could be wrought on the battlefield. He had no wild ideals about fighting something like that with unpowered weapons. So he did what he could with what he had, and at the end of things that means stumbling upon Ivar.

Well... More like walking upon. (And don't worry, he's not gonna say he told you so on working together toward a goal!)

"Yeah, and I'm a Hutt," Finn doesn't bother explaining but he offers his free hand after stowing his mace away on his belt, "You've got to get to the city at some point, might as well be now."

tony stark. ota.

[privatizes]

battle.

[ tony wants his suit.

fighting without it has always ended poorly, for him. but he doesn't have it (functioning, anyway) and he really has little other option but to fight without it. he can stay behind, and die, or he can join his friends, and probably also die.

but about halfway through roughly figuring out he can use a shield to avoid being hit in the head by destruction, tony is also figuring out how to utilize his first power. it takes some doing, but a bolt of light shoots from his fingertips toward the beast, and lands with a fairly pathetic impact... but it's something, and fighting like this?

that tony can do.

so you can help him out, or you can drag him to safety. you are probably better off doing the latter. he's much better off alive. but if you do: ]

Hey, are the people out?

[ he says, as he gears up for another hit. ]

The locals, without the magic power, are they safe?

aftermath.

Why is it always a monster?

[ it's said with no small amount of exhaustion, as tony finds a seat on a shattered piece of stone somewhere in the njord district. he seems to have been helping put out fires, but has soon given up on that in favor of finding a small moment of respite. ]

And where in the hell did that come from?

[ tony can also be found handing out water to those who look exceptionally tired or thirsty, and helping clear away the rubble to assist the locals in finding some amount of workable shelter, especially in the njord district. team clean-up! ]

wildcard.

[ feel free to hit tony up with whatever else suits your fancy! ]

aftermath.

[ikols]

[ Sure was a dramatic battle with a beast of a dragon. Loki can't say it was his first but he can definitely confirm it was his shittiest performance, run down to practically mortal strength and endurance that left him panting harder than he would've liked sooner than he should have; fuck this Asgard for whittling him down to a useless runt.

He and his spiderhorse come limping around the corner near the relief efforts, his green coat draped over Raindrop's flanks to keep the silt and dusty debris off her wounds, Loki's left leg matching the animal's awkward hop as he walks at her side. Raindrop has seven other legs, however, so she's a bit better off while Loki is far more bedraggled, singed and bruised and bloodied (blue) like he fell down a mountainside (and basically did after climbing onto the Red Death's back in an inspired moment of idiotic heroism) where he sinks down beside a broken wall.

Raindrop wanders around in search of water, so Loki lets her go. Wrist hanging off a bent knee as his bad leg stretches out as best it can, he cracks open an eye to look up when a familiar voice drawls nearby. Stark. Obtuse as usual. ]

Does it fucking matter?

[ That's how to tell his mood is totally shot; swearing in Midgardian is his last resort when too tired to function, injured and in pain, grumbling through a cough. This day is the worst. Good news: he has found his shade in the rubble and is going to live there forever. ]

Could have been hibernating for centuries before we woke it up.