May Event

[asgardmods]

something new inside & the storm something new inside may 11th-13th ↴ something new inside It's been a few days since the kite festival ended, and Wanderers and locals alike seem pleased to have passed time together in such a lovely festival. The weather is mild and the smell of flowers on the air sweet, and it seems that for once, Asgard might enjoy a spell of peace. On the morning of the 11th, some of you wake with a new itch beneath your skin. It's a sensation not unlike the one you felt when your god first granted you powers, and indeed, those of you who flew a runed kite during the festival discover that you have new abilities at your disposal! These new abilities start small, but each time a you use your power you find that your abilities grow in strength. Soon you can do more, and for longer before growing tired. In fact, you soon find that using your power is so fascinating that you don't want to stop. As you use them more and more, you might even find you can't stop, not for food, for sleep, or even to see the dear faces of your friends. And, hidden away in the clutches of the children who found them, the rune stones begin to pulse with a strange, blue light, one that grows in intensity the longer each of you uses your newfound powers. More information about the runes and their associated powers can be found in the infopost here! the storm may 14th-20th ↴ the storm As each of you use your rune granted powers more and more, the stones glow brighter and brighter, until at last they're nearly blinding to look at, and the air around them crackles with new energy that spreads outward and up. The children who found the runes grow fearful and hide them in the woods, but the damage is done. The storm summoned by all who used the runes has begun. With the storm now born, you no longer feel compelled to use your new power, but it sure would be helpful of you to use it to combat the intensity of the storm! Like the rune powers themselves, the storm starts small, with rain and occasional thunder, but it's clearly growing in strength. Wanders and locals like take shelter indoors, hoping for it to pass, but it soon becomes clear that the storm isn't going anywhere anytime soon. In fact, after several days, strange weather events begin taking place. Rain suddenly seems to flow upward, snowflakes begin to fall in otherwise warm air, and lightning springs up from the ground. As each day passes, the storm grows more violent, sending the local wildlife into a frenzy as the animals try to shelter from the sudden and unpredictable storm. Though you no longer feel the runes' pull, many of you soon realize that not only can your powers aid in weathering the storm, even those without powers can help to stop it. If runes brought the storm about, then destroying the runes will surely end it. Now where did those children put those stones, and how can they be convinced to show you for the good of all? It will surely take someone skilled in coaxing unwilling individuals - perhaps one of Tyr's ambassadors is up to the task... If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to refer to the infopost and the questions section below!

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b: the storm

[ishgardianelezen]

( It's a silly decision to be out in that storm and Aymeric knows that, but there is something that has pushed him to make such a decision; his dearest weapon and companion. He doesn't know what happened, when he lost it, but he remembers having it with him before running to his room. There is no way he could decide to forget temporarily sword or risk losing it forever. He has too much appreciation for it.

His huge robe isn't with him this time since he left it back in his room, knowing how heavy would be once wet. A long-necked black sweater and his gloves are covering his upper body, but every bone in his body feels cold and sore. How long has he been under the storm looking for his sword? His black bangs are glued to his skin, covering his eyes. As if it wasn't difficult to see with the storm without having his hair bothering him. With one arm he tries to cover his eyes from the watter while he uses the other one to keep his balance.

The elezen starts thinking about giving up for the moment and going back to his room, wait for it to stop, when a voice echoes through the noisy storm. He looks up, or tries to, to where he believes the owner of the voice is. His lips parts to say something, to answer in a calm way the swearing, but he shuts them again as soon as he realizes the silhouette has disappeared. What in the seven hells?

He takes a step, ready to leave, when the voice once again calls his attention. The commander looks around with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows; not upset with the owner of the voice, just finding the drops that run down his face without stopping, and some even daring to get on his eyes. Dropping both his arms he snorts, blowing any drop that dared to enter his mouth. It takes him a few seconds before he runs and skips some steps. )

The Furt must be upset with us, that's quite a storm. ( It's the first thing to leave his lips the moment he stops feeling the rain hitting his body. Leaning down and placing both hands over his kneels he catches his breath from that short but quick run. With a smile he leans back, removing his black bangs from his face the best as possible. ) I didn't expect the storm to become so aggressive, and for that I appreciate your shelter.

[verstoned]

Don't think Halone has anything to do with this. [The words are out of Rhus' mouth without him realising the significance of their small exchange, and he turns away from his impromptu guest to dig for a couple of clean towels, one for him and one for whoever it is in his apartment.] Especially in this blasted world...

[When he does manage to find the towels he's looking for, slinging one over his shoulder and holding the other out to his companion, he realises just what's happening.

And who exactly it is he yelled at with rude manners and a foul temper. His outstretched hand dips a little, brow furrowing so much that his eyepatch lifts slightly off of his skin as he tries to tell if this is reality, or just some trick.]

Lord Commander? [Aymeric, he almost says, but ever since the mess with the Scions falling over like so many logs of firewood, he's carefully kept a modicum of formality around the Alliance leaders, simply because he'd been acting as the representative of the Scions since then, and not their friend.]

[ishgardianelezen]

( In a world like that, a world where he is no one important and has been practically taken away from his titles, the last thing he expects is someone to call him Lord Commander. That's why it takes him by surprise to hear a curiously familiar voice calling him that, even if his body doesn't move an inch to see the owner of the voice. Not yet, at least. )

Hm? ( It's the only sound that leaves his throat as he finally uncovers his eyes completely. A smile is quickly drawn on his lips, feeling a strange relief inside. At least he is not completely alone in an unknown world. Or at least not alone surrounded by unknown faces. Not that he is afraid to the unknown, but, being used to having at least one trustworthy person by his side... Just makes it hard to stand. ) 'Tis good to see a familiar face. Although I haven't been around for a long time, I was beginning to worry.

( Aymeric has not moved from his place while speaking, not wanting to wet the floor more than necessary. However, as soon as his blue eyes falls on what the miqo'te is doing it doesn't take him long to reach out, taking the offered towel and proceed to dry his hair. He speaks as he does so. )

I must apologize for the mess. If you allow me, I may clean it once I'm dry myself.

[verstoned]

[He thought so-- he imagined he would have heard or at least seen Aymeric if he'd been here just a bit longer than almost certainly newly arrived. Rhus decides not to tell him that he himself has been here a number of moons already-- no sense in making Aymeric worry.

He manages to crack a small smile for his old friend.]

You're fine, Aymeric. I just worked on weather-proofing this building. [Even if he himself isn't weather-proof.

As evidenced by the way he turns his back on the Elezen so he can pry his eyepatch up and off to wipe his whole face clean and dry-- without Aymeric seeing the one, scarred-up half of his face that he's always attempted to hide from everyone. No, not even he can see this, and he's glad for whomever treated him after the disastrous battle at Ghimlyt, that they covered up his eye afterwards.]

But you would have been much better if you just stayed inside during the storm. What were you thinking?