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TDM #4



ARRIVAL

It happens in an instant. A heavy weight in your gut, a trembling of your limbs, the world spins and you barely have time to register that you're falling before you lose consciousness. And when you awaken, it's not where you were last. Dark, unadorned oak walls surround you in a tiny room, the only furniture the bed you are currently resting upon, and the bedside table with a folded piece of parchment resting atop it that simply reads:

“The Tavernkeeper is awaiting your arrival downstairs.”

As you exit you find others like yourself emerging from the surrounding rooms. You are indeed in a tavern, but there is no hustle and bustle one might think to hear in such a place. The only person down on the main floor is a humanoid figure wiping down the bar, who smiles when they see you. They're familiar, but not, and you can't quite place their face. For some reason, however, their presence is comforting and warm.

“Welcome, Visitor. I'm sure you have a lot of questions.

And you most certainly do.

Due to popular demand, the starter tavern and the drinks provided are available to in game characters via a portal accessible only to those with a faction gem.

DRINK MENU
WINTER'S WHISPER A fragrant spiced tea that calms the nerves and inspires the drinker to share their hopes and dreams.

JINGLE BELL A crisp, bright drink...that makes jingling bell sounds as you walk. There are no bells, and yet you jingle.

S(LAY) RIDE This drink has an earthy, woody taste. Almost as woody as the tavern floor it forces you to lie down upon. You cannot get up unless someone else helps you.

MISTLETOE MEAD Made with honey from enchanted bee hives and a touch of mistletoe leaves. Time to find a smoochin' partner!

HOLLY JOLLY SPICE A bold and fiery blend of rum, cinnamon, and cloves with a secret twist—just a dash of enchanted holly berry syrup that makes your cheeks flush with warmth and your laughter contagious. One sip, and you're the life of the party, even if you're by yourself.

CANDY CANE CRUSH A festive burst of minty sweetness with a cool, refreshing sensation that tingles the tongue. The drinker’s mood subtly shifts the color of their surroundings, briefly changing the hues of objects or lights in the room to match their feelings.

GINGERBREAD MAN A thick drink that tastes exactly like a gingerbread cookie. However, candy and other delicious accents start appearing on you as if YOU were the cookie. Is that icing on your nose? Candied cherries in your hair? Gumdrop buttons? But on the bright side, free candy!

CHOOSE YOUR DESTINY

As the effects of your drink wear off, the Tavernkeeper speaks once more:

”It is time, my friends, for you to find your new homes.”


You are compelled to walk through the only door leading out of the tavern, finding yourself not outside, but in a deep black, seemingly endless room with five portals arranged in a circle. As the last of you leave and the door closes behind you, gone when you look back again and replaced with nothing but that black void, three of the portals illuminate:

The first portal is surrounded by an almost blinding light, prismatic rainbows shining brightly in the dewy air outside of the tavern. A soft breeze may gently caress you, pulling you toward it. The portal seems to lead to a city in the clouds, airships and winged beings of all sorts soaring through the skies. Of the little bits of visible land, much of it boasts giant waterfalls that look like clouds melting into the land below. The portal calls to those who crave independence and freedom; and especially to anyone that wishes to find the strong bond of a family not forged in blood.

The second portal is encircled by a fairy ring of spotted white capped mushrooms, the faint scent of damp stone and rich earth wafting from within the faint green glow. Peering inside, one can see a sprawling harbor city of gray hewn stone, a melting pot of humanoid beings going about their day, and beyond, rolling green farmland and cottages clustered in small villages. This portal is destined for those who crave stability and solid ground beneath their feet. A simple life, an adventurous one, and everything in between can be found within.

The last portal is adorned with shells and seaweed, the glow of blue around it catching on droplets cascading down the circular opening. Beyond it you see a city housed inside a massive bubble deep under the ocean, spiraling towers encrusted with coral, and a variety of different creatures mingling about the streets. Outside of that bubble, merfolk swim, a massive squid engulfs the view from the portal as it smoothly glides through the water, and schools of fish disperse as it passes. A sanctuary in the sea that calls to those with a hunger for knowledge and a desire to aid those in need. Or perhaps it is the mystery that beckons you - the lure of the unknown in the depths that bids you explore it.
Upon following the pull of the breeze through the first portal, you are thrust into the beauty of a lively city that goes by the name of Heaven's Bow. Much of this main city feels exactly as you would expect on a city below, but there are clouds surrounding every direction you look. The walls of buildings are made with light-colored limestone, and buildings are generally built up to heights made even more grandiose by their position in the sky.

The Skyfall Docks are the first thing you notice, boasting hundreds of airships sailing in and out across the clouds with shouts that accompany a typical port city. Just outside is a fantastic market with goods not only from the other regions of Caldera, but from what some shopkeepers claim are other worlds--items sold or left behind by Visitors. Almost anything can be found in the markets if one is willing to look hard enough. Transport to other locations throughout the sky and even to the land or sea can be found here.

If the docks are too lively for you, you may instead find yourself roaming the underbelly of Heaven's Bow and finding brothels and gambling parlors filled with the promise of pleasure and fortune. The guild house for the Sylphs can be found here as well, giving out quests and training to prospective adventurers and guards alike--though none of them seem concerned with the illicit activities that surround them. Perhaps the freedom the Sylphs boast of extends to what others may deem an undesirable activity.

But most curious of all, you find a shimmering opal gemstone in your hand. When placed anywhere on the body, it will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.


If it was the second portal that called to you, you will find yourself in the busy city of Grey Ward, with its cobblestone streets and sturdy grey stone buildings. You are in the heart of the city, the Glass Market, so named for the colorful stained glass windows of the surrounding buildings. The scent of cooking food and the sound of barkers fills the air; watchful guards keep an eye out for pickpockets and thieves, and citizens go about their day. From here, one can investigate the rest of the city: the Sundown Docks, where both sea and sky faring skips transport people and goods. The Soot Spire, home of inventors and engineers. The Hearthstill, the main residential area. The Downs, a smaller residential area for those with less means.

Outside the city walls, one can explore acres of farmlands to the east and west, or follow Terra’s Pass to the less settled areas, but take care. Past the Skyward Range, out in the smaller burrows and villages, the influence of the city guard diminishes quickly, and you’ll have to keep your wits about you. Bandits along the road are always a risk, and the wildlife are less controlled by regimented hunting.

In your hand is a gemstone, a brilliantly green emerald that, when placed anywhere on the body, will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.



If the last portal beckoned you through it, you find yourself within that bubble covered city beneath the sea, the city of Salt Spire. Your ears pop with the change in pressure, and the smell of the salty sea fills your nostrils. All around you buildings made of dark stone encrusted with coral and seagrass tower high above your head, the backdrop outside the dome a deep blue, seemingly endless sea filled with fish and merfolk and all other manner of creature swimming through the water. You stand in the heart of it all, surrounded by people with gils on their necks and scales upon their vibrantly colored skin, all of whom seem intrigued by your arrival. You have many options of where to visit in the city under the sea, but where oh where will you go first?

The Salt Spire Library is right before you, an impossibly large building housing thousands upon thousands of books of all genres. Fiction, non-fiction, romance and mystery and all between. You may even find books from your world and others! Oddly enough though, no Calderan history books are to be found, and if you ask for them, the librarians and locals all choose to ignore your questions.

If scholarly pursuits aren't to your interest currently, perhaps a trip to Bluetide Market would be more your style? The marketplace is host to every manner of shop one might ever need: artisans of all varieties, apothecaries and healers in the Shimmer Quarter, the most in fashion undersea clothing shops, food stalls, and all between can be found in Bluetide. There are also the Tideshore and Fogbottom docks on either end of the city. The former allows transport to the surface via large, magical bubbles for those that cannot hold their breath or make the swim themselves yet. The latter allows people to venture further into the sea. Those without their underwater abilities are offered rebreathers for travel that last for four hours before needing to be replaced.

In your hand is a gemstone, a shining sapphire that, when placed anywhere on the body, will transform into a piece of jewelry with the gemstone set in the center.



Visitors in all starter cities are offered a standard home with basic necessities provided (your choice in design, etc.) that can house 1-4 people if they so choose. Home upgrades can be purchased via rewards.

FANNING THE FLAMES
The renewed seething of the lava flows brought on by the tempestuous events deep below the sea seem to have been dealt with, though city guards have been stationed around the crater and are barring anyone from approaching to investigate any further than the outskirts. Interestingly, not only does the crater seem calm, it appears to be changing. Any remaining lava flow is being directed as if by unseen hands, and when the light catches just right, the barest hint of a shimmer can be detected surrounding the glowing rivers. New rock formations take shape as the days pass, though one never can catch the presence of a mason working on the structures. It's as if something intangible or invisible is repairing what was broken, turning what was previously chaos and ruin into order and life.
SEASON OF LIGHT
The world remains unsettled, still bearing the scars of the trials endured just a month prior, not to mention the oddities happening with the volcanic crater and the ominous shadows creeping in from the sea continue to haunt the collective psyche, leaving both locals and visitors on constant edge, fearful of a sudden, unprovoked assault. Despite these lingering anxieties, the leaders have publicly reassured all that calm has been restored. They claim that the worst is behind them and that every measure is being taken to prevent such devastating magics from ever threatening Salt Spire again. The protective bubble holds, new Undine are being ushered into their roles, and the world, it is said, is slowly healing. Or so they claim.

Whether or not the assurances of the leaders ring entirely true, life, as it often does, presses on. The people of Caldera have once again immersed themselves in the comforting bustle of distraction, turning their attention to the imminent Season of Lights celebrations. This holiday, it seems, bears a striking resemblance to the festive cheer of Christmas (and a mix of new years), with gifts exchanged in abundance and decorations of shimmering silver and radiant blue casting their glow across the sky, sea, and land in harmonious splendor.

One of the seasons's highlights is the grand Feast of the Sky, a night when the people gather beneath a star-filled canopy to exchange gifts—ornate trinkets, hand-crafted items, and tokens of affection that carry deep personal meaning. In the days leading up to the feast, a tradition of "Lightwalking" emerges, where families and friends embark on midnight strolls through streets aglow with lanterns, singing carols and sharing stories of hope and renewal. Sea-going vessels, too, partake in the festivities, their sails and riggings festooned with glowing orbs that drift like stars across the waters.

The Season of Lights is, above all, a celebration of resilience, a time when the people of Caldera set aside their worries, if only for a little while, to bask in the glow of community, generosity, and the promise of brighter days ahead thanks to the Visitor's arrival...
THE GRAND MASQUERADE
Another highlight of the season is the Grand Masquerade that unfolds high above the world in Heaven’s Bow, the floating city where the wind dances in the sky and the stars seem close enough to touch. The event is more than just a celebration of the Season of Lights—it’s a gathering of hope, a last-ditch effort to save Caldera from its slow unraveling. Here, among the clouds and the wind, the people of Caldera and the mysterious Visitors from other worlds come together in a shimmering, ethereal celebration, their faces hidden behind elaborate masks and appropriately fancy dress provided when one steps through the threshold of the castle gates.

The palace at the heart of Heaven’s Bow is a breathtaking sight, its walls adorned with silver and blue decorations that catch the light from thousands of lanterns floating in mid-air. The atmosphere is both jubilant and tense, a world on the brink of collapse holding its breath in the hopes that this fleeting night will offer a glimmer of salvation. The sky above is painted with the colors of dusk and dawn, swirling in a palette of purples, blues, and silvers.

Sylphs—the free-spirited, airborn people of the Sky—flutter about, their wings glinting in the light, performing acrobatic feats in the air, their laughter and music mingling with the sounds of the celebration. Guests, their masks intricate and stunning, move among the crowd, exchanging pleasantries and stories, some joining in the dances while others linger near the grand tables, laden with food and drink from every corner of Caldera and beyond.

As the night unfolds, the guests find themselves drawn into different corners of the event—each space offering the Visitors a chance to prove themselves worthy of the leaders’ favor. There is no shortage of opportunities to learn, grow, and, perhaps, change the course of this dying world.
THE SKY'S ASCENSION



At one end of the palace's terrace, a floating platform hovers above the clouds, surrounded by shifting air currents. Sylphs glide effortlessly through the space, their wings leaving trails of light as they move to the lively music, which seems written by the wind itself.

Aella, Admiral of the Slyph, stands at the center of the platform, her cloak of shimmering feathers rippling in the breeze. She surveys the crowd, inviting those brave enough to take part in her challenge. Before them, a maze of floating platforms stretches out, some wide and stable, others narrow and swaying in the wind. The task is simple: leap from one platform to the next, navigating the shifting air and ever-changing obstacles.

The platforms move unpredictably, some rising higher, others sinking, and a few disappearing entirely. Guests must time their jumps perfectly, balancing agility with timing as they avoid falling into the clouds below.

Those who succeed will earn Aella’s favor (in the form of 100 Bones and a single white feather). And those who falter will simply reappear the start of the challenge to begin anew or give up with no repercussions for the latter save perhaps a bit of embarrassment.
THE SEA'S SECRETS
On the other side of the terrace, a serene water garden unfolds, its shimmering pools reflecting the stars above. Water flows in delicate, endless cascades, filling the air with a soft, soothing melody that mingles with the distant sound of waves. The Undines, graceful and serene beings of the Sea, glide effortlessly through the space, their robes flowing like gentle currents, their movements as fluid as the water itself.

Cordelia, Queen of the Sea, stands quietly on a raised platform at the edge of the garden, her presence calm and powerful. Her eyes, deep and unfathomable, seem to reflect the vastness of the ocean, and though she watches the guests, she does not engage with them. Her stillness holds an air of mystery, as if she is both present and yet unreachable.

The Undines move silently through the garden, offering peaceful company to those who wander nearby. The garden is a place of contemplation, where guests can simply pause and connect with the tranquil beauty of the water—its soothing flow, its quiet depths, and its promise of renewal. There are no tests or challenges here, only the peace of the Sea to calm the mind and soul.

Those who linger may feel the weight of ancient knowledge in the air, a silent understanding of the oceans' mysteries and the healing power of water. In this place, the answers are not spoken, but felt—a quiet reminder that some of the world’s deepest truths are best discovered in moments of stillness.

As the evening fades, those who have found solace in the garden’s stillness will discover, tucked gently in their palm, a lustrous pearl. Unlike any found on the shores, this pearl is soft and warm, its surface shimmering with an inner light. It is a symbol of the wisdom that comes from quiet reflection—the knowledge that some things, like the depth of the sea, cannot be rushed.
THE LAND'S EMBRACE



In the heart of the palace gardens, beneath a canopy of flowering trees, the Dryads drift gracefully among the guests, their earthy skin glowing with life and their eyes bright with the vitality of nature. The air is thick with the scent of blooming roses and jasmine, while the ground beneath the guests' feet pulses with a quiet energy, inviting them to pause and feel the garden’s magic.

Terra, the Lady of the Land, stands at the center, her form adorned in living vines and blossoms, moving as if the garden itself flows through her. Her presence is both nurturing and fierce, a silent invitation to those seeking connection—to the land, to love, and to one another.

Guests are drawn to the tranquil beauty of the garden, stealing soft moments with their partners among the flowers. Lovers exchange quiet glances, touch petals with gentle fingers, and share unspoken promises beneath the soft glow of lanterns. The garden hums with romance, as if the earth itself is blessing these tender moments, offering the quiet assurance that love—like the land—can grow in the most unexpected places.

As the night draws to a close, Terra’s gentle power is felt in the air, and for those who have taken the time to connect with the garden’s beauty, a soft gift of nature is bestowed. A flower—unique and radiant—appears in their hand, a token of love and growth, a reminder that even the briefest moments can take root and blossom into something everlasting.
QUESTBOARD [NEW QUESTS ADDED]

Settled in? Good. It's time to make your way to the Questboard located in every city in numerous, easy to access locations. That is, if you want to make any kind of impact on the world or just get some Bones for anything you might wish to purchase. Visitors are given a very small stipend in which to survive every month, but all it does is keep you fed and housed. These quests will assure you greater wealth, and they're the main reason you're here: each finished quest helps the Calderans fix their shattering world.

Quests can be accepted at the questboard via magically signed parchment upon the board. Just sign your name to accept and the paper will be whisked away... somewhere. You're not actually sure. Probably nothing to concern yourself with.

Once quests are completed, earned Bones will be dropped off at the character's residence by Bonita, the mysterious artisan who has supposedly handcrafted every Bone circulating in Caldera. Please do not speak to her, she startles easily.
OOC NOTES
Welcome to Caldera's fourth TDM! All characters awaken in a strange tavern with nothing save the clothes on their backs, all of their powers stripped, and a piece of parchment directing them downstairs to the Tavernkeeper. There is a thread of all questions answered by the Tavernkeeper here, and if you have more, feel free to ask there for what would be offered ICly.

For OOC questions, please direct themhere.

All locations are available to be explored!

The TDM is game canon and all completed quests can be carried over once accepted into the game.

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Stiles Stilinski ≠ Teen Wolf ≠ Dryad

[personal profile] causticly 2024-12-01 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
☇ Drinks

The gathering at the tavern provides a much needed reprieve from the happenings of the last few weeks and something else for him to focus on. It was silly to think even this place would be devoid of any real danger, that he'd somehow landed himself in a place that was utterly safe. No place is safe from weird supernatural and magical shit, apparently.

And Stiles is definitely not safe from the 'magical shit' either, considering he keeps landing himself in weird predicaments- even here.

It was going to be just one drink, he told himself. Just one. Just to ease the nerves a bit and take his mind off of things. At least that was the plan until he found himself on the tavern floor staring up at the ceiling. Which at, first he'll admit wasn't terrible, at least until he tried to get up. And realized he couldn't.

"The fuck?" he mutters to himself. Stiles catches movement from the corner of his vision and though he can't see who it is he calls out to them anyway. "Hey, uh, mind helping me up?"


☇ Season of Lights

The bright, festive lights that seem to reach every corner of Caldera leave him with a heavy yet nostalgic feeling. It reminds him of what he's left behind, and those no longer with him, that will never be able to enjoy such visions. It reminds him of holidays when he was younger and his parents would take him around town to look at the lights strewn up along the buildings and houses. Of the hours it would take fighting over where to place the ornmanets on the tree and who got to put the star on top.

He pauses in the middle of the street and looks up to the starry night sky and wonders what his dad is doing right now. Scott and the others? Would it be Christmas-time there, too?


☇ The Grand Masquerade

He wasn't originally going to attend, but the curiosity to see what the floating city is like was too great for him to ignore. Plus he'd finally bought some new clothes, at least one nice outfit, and decided this would probably be the only time he would ever realistically be able to wear it. So why not? Why shouldn't he do something a little fun for himself once in awhile?

Stiles doesn't, however, expect the provided mask to be such a slap in the face. He snorts derisively and looks up at the attendant, brow raised. "Really? Nothing else you could have given me?" he asks, but when he's just ushered off, having been given a mask, he scowls. After a moment of hesitation he ties the mask on and heads further inside, following the jovial music filtering through the castle.


☇ Wildcard

/shrugs
Edited 2024-12-01 13:07 (UTC)
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2024-12-01 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
'My god, you are fun to kiss' did not even remotely begin to encapsulate that which Henry felt as their mouths collided, further electricity at the touch of tongue which he was all for, and then he was tasting the unique taste of the other man, it was bright and citrus, a morning kiss full of light and warmth and he would find himself quickly growing addicted to the taste and feel.

Such intimacy was not something allowed, public intimacy even more so. Alex had given him a gift even though he probably did not understand how big it was.

Henry pressed his tongue against Alex's sliding underneath, the taste of champagne was there and lent a certain fizz to it, he answered that hunger quite readily with one of his own that was greedy for the other guy.. starved even.
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Guard Duty

[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2024-12-01 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Currency was currency and while Henry understood that his needs were taken care of, there were certain things that were not hence why he was so eager to peruse the Quest Board and take this particular job. He had located a rapier (which was much like a fencing foil, and much more his speed) and was standing guard alongside the elven man.

He was starting to get used to the plethora of people to be found in this place and how they all had stories behind them. It was fascinating really.

"How many times have you done this particular job?" From someone who it was his first.
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2024-12-01 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ they had stopped at an blacksmith where he had picked up a rapier and was currently testing it for balance, regretfully he had let go of Alex's hand to do so. ]

Oh? What have you noticed about me.. I am feeling very much like you should stroke my ego...
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[personal profile] coldsong 2024-12-01 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
He's very surprised to see a phone. Given the technology levels of this place, it can't possibly be getting a signal, can it? And so few people arrived with any items of their own. If it came here with her, it must have been allowed by the faction leaders somehow, perhaps for the purpose of permitting her to use it to communicate like this.

"...I know a little Swedish sign language, if that helps," he tells her. "And I can fingerspell in ASL, but that's about my limit." No use unless she's Swedish or American, presumably, but she has now become a Person of Interest because she has a unique device and communication methodology, and has taught him something new about their circumstances.

"I do like dancing, actually," he says. "People, I can take or leave. Honestly, though, I've been to too many parties like this. Everyone masked, everyone a little too tense. Feels like every Court function I've ever attended."
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The Grand Masquerade

[personal profile] coldsong 2024-12-01 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Loki happens to overhear the young human man's objection to his mask, and for a moment he's just amused, halfway ready to assume it's the purple gems and delicate filigree that he objects to. Something about his evident discomfort even after he puts the thing on says it's more than that, though, and that's intriguing. Maybe there's a hint of compassion left in Loki, or maybe he's just curious, but either way he picks up an extra cup of champagne punch and wanders toward him, offering the cup.

"Not a fan of foxes? It's actually a rather cute mask. Lighter than the one I'm wearing, I'm sure." His is solid, metallic, with three separate faces.
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[personal profile] causticly 2024-12-01 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
The stranger's voice pulls him from thought- one that's always at the back of his head, nagging and niggling every time something happens- is it really gone?

Stiles raises a brow at the mask the other is wearing, and isn't that creepy as all get out. "Used to be, not so much anymore," he says and after a moment takes the proffered cup. "Bad memories and all that."

Taking a sip the teen then raises the glass a little, pointing at the mask. "That can't be comfortable to wear. Isn't that heavy?"
Edited 2024-12-01 15:02 (UTC)
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[personal profile] troubadamsel 2024-12-01 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
As much as Maribelle wants to rush into action and try again, there is wisdom in Corrin's words... well, more like common sense.

On her feet, she has to bend over, clutching her dress as she catches her breath.

"Why, of all times, did they have this during a masquerade...? I could have done this with my eyes closed yesterday in lighter clothing!"
troubadamsel: (Stay Focused.)

[personal profile] troubadamsel 2024-12-01 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Of course, there's no intentions for romance. Merely a good time between allies. Her smile grows bigger when he agrees to her request - not that she'd allow him to refuse otherwise - and she walks with him to the dance floor. ]

Not to worry, I know the simplest of moves. Merely follow my lead, and you'll be as graceful as a swan... if you have swans in your world, I suppose.

[ It's difficult to do a metaphor when you all come from different worlds. Regardless! After a curtsy, she keeps her hand in his, the other on his shoulder, and begins to step - slowly, so he can keep up. One step back, to the right, up, to the left, and repeat. Back, Right, Up, Left... ]
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[personal profile] fadebolt 2024-12-01 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Bellara also leaned in to look at the menu once more, examining the titles. Maybe it would be better to keep track of those specifically? Maybe different people would have different reactions! She started to write, almost missing the question. But she turned back and looked, and nodded. "Ooh, yes! I mean, no, I haven't tried that one, so...yes, you should! If that's all right with you."

She wasn't going to force anything, after all. "I was wondering about that one too. We have gingerwort back home and I wondered if it was the same? You'll have to tell me how it tastes if you go for it!"
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Lightwalking

[personal profile] troubadamsel 2024-12-01 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Despite the joyous festivity going on, Maribelle isn't exactly in the holly jolly spirit. To her, all this merriment feels a little... forced. She doesn't believe the leaders when they say all is well, and there are still many questions left unanswered. So she's being a bit of a Scrooge or Grinch about it all.

But there are times when a frown can be hard to hold onto. When Dorian sings the newest carol he's learned, she can't help but give pause and listen. It's a beautiful voice, one must admit, and it makes her watch, her hardened expression slowly starting to soften. ]
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[personal profile] fadebolt 2024-12-01 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, she's really tall. And red. And...seems kind of warm? That's so weird! Bellara doesn't make much note of all of that - though the rapid-fire thoughts still happen - as Karlach volunteers well enough. "Great! Have you tried any already? I want to make sure I mark it off on my list so there's nothing conflicting. Like if too many things happen or..."

She blushes faintly, embarrassed. "Oops, sorry. Not relevant. But thank you for being ready to try something!" Karlach's size and appearance don't bother her, not if she's being so friendly. So Bellara smiles and gestures to the menu. "Which sounds good to you?"
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Lightwalking

[personal profile] troubadamsel 2024-12-01 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Alas, Maedhros has come across one of the few people not in the holiday spirit. The terrifying ordeal underwater, the lack of answers that came with it, the unease of what the future may bring... it may take a while for the jolly-joys to come over her, if they ever do at all.

But she's hardly so rude that she would actively damper the happiness of another. So, when asked, she puts on her best face, and answers as well as she can. "Ah, yes. It is a beautiful sight. That it's all come together so neatly is... admirable."
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[personal profile] fadebolt 2024-12-01 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
The comment drew her up short. They weren't so very close that she'd ever imagine Lucanis might express a vulnerability like that so candidly. With her mouth twisting into a worried frown, Bellara turned back to him fully this time. "Whatever it is, I don't think you'll sound crazy." The last few weeks and months had been nothing but the impossible happening, day after day.

"And if it doesn't make sense...we'll figure it out. Right?" Rook would say that if she was here, she knew. Maybe Bellara couldn't play up into the same sure confidence of it, but the sentiment was still there.
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[personal profile] fadebolt 2024-12-01 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
No, not the best sign. But it did give them something to go on and a target. Bellara nodded along with Rook. "Yeah, I think you're right about that." It was inevitable anyway; they weren't going to turn back just because of the skin-crawling feeling from the island.

She looked upwards, examining their surroundings. "I...think all of this is coming closer to the center of the island. But we could probably get better vantage on the mountain." Which happened to be pretty damn close to the center, so it was likely the better place to check. "At least we can then examine the island better and if there's anything we can spot that will clue us in." And they could follow the oppressive feeling, too. That usually was what worked out for them!
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[personal profile] inspiteof 2024-12-01 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
There was suddenly a lot to unpack here. More than he had thought there would be. Lucanis took a breath, although the gesture did not calm Spite much in his mind while he tried to gather his thoughts around him.

"We usually do." With Rook around, but that was a whole different issue. "There is a time discrepancy between us, somehow. The last I remember, we had just returned from Tearstone Island after killing Ghilan'nain and—" Harding was dead, Neve was gone, Rook was... "Mierda. You remember none of it?"
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[personal profile] fadebolt 2024-12-01 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"I did too! And I've caught up with them-- It's so...strange that we all came here at the same time." Or perhaps it wasn't so strange if they were all technically pulled from the same place; the Fade wasn't exactly the bastion of normalcy, after all. But it was a weird sort of coincidence that it was happening to all of them. It made her all the more worried there was something actually going on around this.

"Things have been so odd here," she said quietly, not really wanting that part to be overheard. "People are talking about all of this trouble they've seen but I've never heard of any of the cities or locations in this place." She frowned. "And nothing similar to what we've seen." She didn't want to say the Blight or ancient elven gods but, you know, implications.
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The Grand Masquerade

[personal profile] lost_and_foundry 2024-12-01 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
When you're used to being not just the shortest person in the room, but the shortest by a measure of about two feet, you notice someone else your size very quickly. Apparently the venue has similar ideas about how they should be dressed, as well. Barcus is in a silver mouse mask, with a matching baroque suit that's a bit tighter on him than he'd normally choose to wear, and a long tail looped through the belt. So, mouse, meet deer?

Being the same size is probably a foolish reason to seek someone out, but it's a party after all. You don't have to have a reason to talk to other people.

He slips through the crowd, irresistibly curious. Hard to tell behind the masks whether he's looking at a halfling or a gnome, or maybe some entirely different entity that he's never encountered before, but he goes up to the stranger regardless. "Hello! I...hm. You must be a new arrival. The only other person my height I've met here is...no longer here, as far as I can tell."
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gonna slap a warning for spoilers for veilguard if this goes much further lmao

[personal profile] fadebolt 2024-12-01 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, yeah, that was suddenly a whole lot. Bellara's brows shot up, eyes wide with something between shock and...horror? Worry? Strange understanding? The wheels were clicking around in her head, trying to find places to put the information while her thoughts were catching up. "Time discrepancy..." Normal. That was easy enough to sort of piece together if this was the Fade or some kind of adjacent aspect but--

No, wait, not the most important thing. "Tearstone-- Wait, did you get her?" Yeah, this was a lot. Bellara shifted her weight from one foot to the other, concerned, tone growing hushed just as quickly as it had escalated. "No, I don't remember any of that. But if she's dead--"

That should be a good thing, right? So why did it not feel like a good thing? "Is everyone okay? Are you okay? Did we...?" The question didn't fully form; Bellara wasn't even sure what she wanted to ask, caught somewhere between did we all make it out okay? and did we get Elgar'nan too? and did we do okay? and none of them all at once.
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I PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE ASKED sorry 😭

[personal profile] inspiteof 2024-12-01 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"I did." That much he was confident of. Felt the blade sink into her; heard the familiar cries of a dying creature, felt that same rush of adrenaline he always did when he completed the contract he had been set out to fulfill.

But it was all so hollow in the wake of everything else. He wouldn't have managed it without so much sacrificed. Lucanis's expression probably told her everything — even if it wasn't much of a change from his usual stoicism, his brows furrowed and his gaze turned downward, almost in apology; in mourning. "We lost some of our own. Harding, Neve, and we... we are trying to find Rook. It's been weeks."
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[personal profile] closeyourfist 2024-12-01 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Where only those invited to look could." An easy smile. "But I suppose I was never fond of sudden guests, myself."
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Lightwalking

[personal profile] lost_and_foundry 2024-12-01 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Barcus looks particularly cozy when he bumps into Maedhros beneath the lanterns. He's got a very fluffy knit hat covering his head, as well as a pair of earmuffs for good measure, and they give him the look of a dandelion going to seed. He seems to be enjoying himself in spite of the cold, though, and lights up when he sees his friend.

"Maedhros! I was hoping to run into you. I have a gift for you."
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[personal profile] closeyourfist 2024-12-01 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"The best secrets are good at keeping themselves." A furtive glance toward the host of this corner of the gala. (It is how he's choosing to view it anyway. "Masks do little for the people holding the party. People will know you no matter what."

And it doesn't do for the ones in charge of things to not be easily identified when things go wrong. Even when he was a master of ceremonies himself, with a mask he still had to be recognizable in some form or fashion.

He has to consider the question a moment. What had he come seeking, really?

"In a way, I suppose."

Does he feel any less directionless? Not really. But he is becoming more settled to the idea that it is not meant to puzzle itself out quickly.
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[personal profile] lost_and_foundry 2024-12-01 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is that so?" He's still off-balance, but there's laughter in his voice again. "I'm afraid I'm very out of practice, but I'll keep the reassurance in mind."

At this rate, the blush behind his mask will be staying all evening, but...maybe that's a small price to pay for a little warmth, and company, even if the flirting remains just flirting.

"Well. Here, then." He tugs the tail loose from his belt and offers the end to Ashton. "Hold this and follow me to the bar so you don't lose me in the crowd."

The crowd isn't that rowdy, although if anyone was going to get lost in it, it's probably a small gnome. He's being deliberately silly now.
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Re: OOC QUESTIONS

[personal profile] thesunreturns 2024-12-01 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Can we seek the favor of multiple monarchs?

(Other question -- is the Masquerade transformation to fancy dress clothing permanent or does it revert when you leave?)