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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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Re: LIGHTS

[personal profile] thesunreturns 2024-12-04 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"I imagine someone could build one," Simon answered. "But... yes, I imagine we come from the same sorts of traditions."
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[personal profile] inspiteof 2024-12-04 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"If you wouldn't mind." He was just finishing the last of his current cup, setting it down upon the overly chipped saucer. The ambiance was terrible, but the coffee was apparently more than good enough to make up for it. He certainly wasn't inclined to complain about the company either.

Rook being away from the table would give him even more time to consider how to approach... everything he needed to discuss with her.
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2024-12-04 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Do you think so? I've never been called distracting before." he said as he closed his eyes to the touch, it was like a form of foreplay based only in touch and he found himself arching into it. "I said what I said, you are a menace but a very handsome one." and then he pressed himself up against Alex, his fingers slowly playing with Alex's own shirt.

Not that it was covering much, he got a nice view of tanned chest, the skin looked good enough to eat. He wanted to eat Alex up, see if he tasted as good as he had imagined. "You know, I've thought about how you'd taste..." he leaned in then and applied his mouth to neck, allowing his tongue to slide against a pulse.
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[personal profile] coldsong 2024-12-04 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
His eyebrows go up, not that it's easy to take note of that behind the solid mask he's got on. "I hadn't considered it from that perspective, but you make a good point."

He's been a host for royal events, himself, though rarely for anything he got to plan. Asgard put him to the same diplomatic uses other realms would assign to their princesses. He got very good at being charming, entertaining, and somewhat decorative, at an early age. Sometimes he relished the task. He hasn't really taken the time to consider this party from that same perspective, though. Do you need diplomacy when you have a captive audience?

When they're unpredictable, you probably do.

"I think what bothers me," he says slowly, "is the feeling that I'm expected to do something, with no actual instruction or direction offered, and I suspect I'm being judged on the outcome." The story of his childhood.

"But you sound as though you're treading somewhat familiar ground, at least." He offers a handshake. "Well met. My name is Loki."
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[personal profile] internationalrelations 2024-12-04 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Then people have been lying to you. You're all I can think about." He'd be worried except that Henry as all he wanted to think of, all that he wanted, period. His breath caught as the other man stepped closer. Given his current wardrobe choice (not his choice, mind, but someone sure had made a choice) he could feel Henry oh so very close.

It was harder to breathe than he remembered it being only a moment ago, but breathing did not seem to be important at the moment. At all. Especially when Henry kept talking.

Now, Alex was not easy to strike speechless, but Henry'd gone and done it. His eyes went wide as Henry mouthed at his neck, at the heated touch of tongue along his skin Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Wide eyes slowly slid shut, head falling to the side. His fingers buried into Henry's hair, holding onto him like he planned on never letting go. "Hen... Henry."
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2 Season of Light

[personal profile] coldsong 2024-12-04 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[He first spies the woman from a distance, and while certainly no one else seems to be venturing into the water, he thinks nothing of it for a moment. Yes, it's cold, but he personally prefers the cold, so maybe she does too.

There's a much darker possibility, alas, which doesn't occur to him until she's knee-deep and he hears her sob, at which point he draws the wrong conclusion. Maybe it says something about him that he immediately goes running to stop her before she does what he fears she's attempting to do, and drowns herself before his eyes.

Thus, her yelling is interrupted by someone splashing into the ocean behind her, slightly breathless.]


Don't-- [He begins.] They'll just bring you back. It's not worth the effort. [In time he'll notice the sealskin and recognize what it means, but not yet.]
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2024-12-04 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Do you like this?"

Right at the crook of that neck he could scent santel 33, why was it that this place had a near copy of it in the marketplace? It wasn't fair.. but also it was, he loved the way it was bright and clean on the other man, carrying a musk that enfolded and energized. Oh those pheromones were the best thing that nature had ever made for it managed to tangle with the scent to make something that was definitely attracting him.

Teeth scrapping against neck then after he had finished talking, his hands moving down to cup Alex's bottom to give a squeeze. He was finding it was easier to be bolder now well-- it was true that Alex was so very close to getting dragged and pressed up against a tree.
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[personal profile] coldsong 2024-12-04 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
It strikes him as trusting of her to just hand over her phone, but then again it's not like he has any use for it. He nods and holds it patiently, and his gaze flickers from her signing to the screen and back.

"I'm not familiar," he says. "But it looks intuitive. I'd love to learn." Please, gods, teach him something, he's bored as hell.

"Dress??" He echoes in mock-offense, and laughs. Truthfully, he couldn't care less about gender roles at this point in his life. If the outfit suits him, he doesn't care if it's a dress and heels or a boots and a tactical vest. "You're right, though, it's not for dancing, at least not with a partner. Better for impaling the heads of my enemies on my shoulders as an example."
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[personal profile] youknowwhothisis 2024-12-04 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
"No time like the present, right?" Ah, let's see... he went for a writing implement, and reached up high to get his current name scribbled away on the sheet.

He would take that map, though.

"I imagine getting to these other floating islands shouldn't be too tricky."
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[personal profile] coldsong 2024-12-04 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
Loki is feeling moody, but any positive attention is quick to turn that around. He finds Bel interesting at a glance. Dark elves where he comes from are not much like drow at all, and so all he sees is a pretty elven man with unique coloring. What's not to like?

The question earns a faint smile from him, and a helpless shrug. "Honestly I'm not sure the mask matches the cloak, but fashion was never my preoccupation. I just know what I like."

"I would venture to say your look is a little understated. Subtle, but quite lovely in the light."
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2024-12-04 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
He assesses the string of yule-ish finery and then he nods. "I would imagine so, you did mention a few places that I was familiar with" within the United States, though he had only been to a few of them in passing here and there. "Do you have a tradition that you are especially fond of?"
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[personal profile] resealable 2024-12-04 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Deva startles and whirls around, wind-whipped hair obscuring her vision for a moment before she could fix her gaze on the man who's spoken. For a moment it looks like she can't decide how to react, embarrassed at her outburst and wary of strangers. But everyone in this world is a stranger now. And this one.. seems like he intends to help.]

They wouldn't get the chance. The ocean would probably spit me back out again first anyway...

[A pause.] But I wasn't trying to... [Well, end it.] Part of me is missing. Why would they take it away?
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[personal profile] coldsong 2024-12-04 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Sorry to hear it." More curious than sorry, truthfully, but this is a young human, and Loki would rather not cause him any psychological damage, and so he chooses not to pry for now. "I don't know if the venue would permit it, else I'd offer to trade."

"It's a little heavy," he says of his own. "Nothing I can't tolerate, though. I think it's metal leaf over papier mache or something similar. It's going to be stifling before the evening's out, though. Good thing I'm not claustrophobic."
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Cloud Jumping

[personal profile] lost_and_foundry 2024-12-04 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Some kind of spring," suggests the person next to her, who is a matter of maybe an inch taller, if that. "Or something to permit you to glide between platforms. The right application of force--"

Truth be told, Barcus has no idea why he came in here. He was told in advance that this was more or less a jumping challenge, and he, like Pike, has very small legs. He was just going to look briefly and leave, but now that he's seen her preparing to make the attempt--the second person his size he's noted tonight, after weeks of being the only grown up under five feet tall--he's sort of invested.

"There's no rule about not using devices to assist you."
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[personal profile] internationalrelations 2024-12-04 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Alex would follow Henry out of the cave. The egg was still carefully held in one arm.]

Yeah, thanks. We can take turns.

[He looks down at it.] It's really pretty. Looks more like a jewel than an egg.

[Who knew.] Maybe more accurate than you'd think. I feel like we fell straight into one.
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[personal profile] spellblade 2024-12-04 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
It didn't take terribly long--just long enough for a shockingly laconic tavern keeper to pour a fresh cup of coffee and a tankard of ale, dump some stew into a bowl, rip off a hunk of stale looking bread and shove the whole affair across the bar at her. Rather than make multiple trips, she brought the mug of coffee to the table since it was done first, then went back for the plate and tankard.

"Not a very chatty crowd, are they," she remarked as she settled back down in her chair. "...So. You had more to share?"
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[personal profile] inspiteof 2024-12-04 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you." He offered as she set the cup down, noting upon her second return that she had opted for ale. He couldn't exactly blame her — this seedy little tavern really didn't scream high quality no matter the praises Lucanis offered.

"You can see why I chose it." If he wanted gossip, there was plenty to be had elsewhere. Lucanis took a long sip of coffee. "It is not good news, so if you'd like me to start after you've finished your meal..." He sighed. "Or, I could tell you nothing at all. But that seems... unkind."
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2024-12-04 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Look at me, attempting to logic through fantasy dynamics.

[ He saw the way that Alex wrapped his arms around the egg protectively, and in turn something fiercely protective filled Henry-- like he would protect this man to the end of his days, wanted to protect him and protect what was important to him. ]

We will search out a Dragon Tamer and then after we get advice, we will go and build them a nice little next all warm and cozy.. I have some blankets and well I would imagine you have to keep it warm.
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[personal profile] lost_and_foundry 2024-12-04 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Barcus has no idea how foreign the communal way of life he grew up with must seem to surface dwellers. It's always seemed silly and a little offensive to him, how strangers comment on the grim unfriendliness of deep gnomes. When you live inside an insular group, you don't get an unbiased view of their behavior.

His family was generous with gifts, within their community. They always looked after their own. Danger was all around him, always, but so were his kin. And now, after his (mis)adventures between the Gate and the Underdark and back again, it's occurred to him that his circle can expand to include people aside from other gnomes.

Perhaps his circle should not expand to include Gortash, technically. There are a lot of reasons not to get too cozy with this man, but if you spend all your time pushing someone away...well, eventually they're going to be out of your reach.

"Yes, I made them." Barcus seems to take this as a given. Why wouldn't he be making things? Why wouldn't he give them away? He can't keep everything his busy little hands crank out. "I use the same kind for my work. I find the pens that are commercially available aren't fine enough, and the ink flow is too variable, and don't get me started on cheap quills. So I designed my own. Try them; if you don't like them for drawing they're still quite good for journaling."
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[personal profile] spellblade 2024-12-04 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
For Rook coffee was for breakfast or after any other meal, not during, but she also just did not drink nearly as much as Lucanis did. Did anyone? She had strong doubts. Honestly the amount he drank should not be humanly possible.

Pulling some bread from the slightly stale hunk, she dipped it in the gravy of the stew and held it there for a moment, her brow furrowing with concern. Ghilan'nain was dead, so whatever had happened, it must have been bad, if it could outweigh that victory. "I don't know if I can handle not knowing," she admitted quietly, pausing to eat the softened chunk of bread and pick up her spoon. "The last time we talked before I woke up here, you said the Crows had information on Illario and Caterina. What happened?"
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[personal profile] coldsong 2024-12-04 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Having flung himself off the Bifrost in some of his worst living moments ever, Loki has strong feelings about this sort of thing. She turns, and he has the sense to refrain from touching her--because you don't just reach out and grab agitated people, especially women--but for once in his life his expression is relatively unguarded. Concerned.

Don't tell anyone he has a heart, okay? It'll only embarrass him.]


You're not...ah. [He's embarrassed, anyway, but at least it's just the two of them at the moment.] Well. That's good. Because there's no point.

[And now his boots are soaked, and he feels like an idiot, but he tilts his head at her again, gaze taking in the pelt around her. Wondering.] Same, actually.

I'm a shapeshifter. This isn't my preferred form. [She's not the first person who's heard this story from him here.] But the ability to change is more important than the form itself.

We can earn our abilities back by doing quests, earning Bones, and paying for them. Which is extortion, of course, but they didn't bring us here to do us favors, after all.
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[personal profile] internationalrelations 2024-12-04 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Did he like it? Like wasn't a strong enough word. It sent shivers through him, over his skin like a roaming caress, straight to the heart of him where it quickened his pulse into a fluttering mess and due south where it had his body stirring in response, far more quickly than he'd want to admit. Henry had such an effect on him.

His fingers curled tighter in that hair, breath leaving him in a trembling sigh. His other arm slipped around Henry, pulling him closer, hand running up his spine, around his side, anywhere he could touch.

"Fuck, Henry..." A quiet curse. "Of course I like it. It's... you're... perfect."
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[personal profile] coldsong 2024-12-04 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
There are probably no gods old enough to damn this man, which is unfortunate, because Loki would be calling on them if there were. There is something about the Grandmaster's voice that makes the back of his neck prickle. Half fight-or-flight response, half pleasure.

"Oh no," he says. "I certainly can't allow the light to catch me. I'm meant to be too clever to get caught."

"They tell stories on Earth, about the northern lights," he adds. "If you whistle or sing in their presence, they'll whisk you away and you'll never been seen again. That green of yours is just the shade."

Granted, the teal and violet are more evocative of spring, but ssh, Loki is expounding upon a theme here.
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[personal profile] lordfuckleroy 2024-12-04 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps they were edging each other just a tad, two men who desired drive each other to distraction. They would return to their own world one day and things would unfold in an entirely different way but Caldera choose to show them down this particular path.

He thought perhaps it would not do for everyone to see him pushing Alex's back to a tree and then going down on him which was what Henry wanted to do.

"A small request, Alex?" He said as he pressed himself up against Alex, breathing into those lips.
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[personal profile] eightbeers 2024-12-04 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
If he stole it, she'd just punch him in the face and get it back.

Kimiko had been protective of the secret language she had her brother shared for a long time, but after teaching Frenchie and making more lasting friendships with Annie, Hughie, and MM, she didn't mind the thought so much. She nodded with a smile and took her phone back, shrugging sheepishly at his amused offense regarding her observation. She didn't know what else to call it, it kinda looked like a dress. Or a robe? Maybe it was a robe?

She made a face and quickly typed another message on her phone, turning the screen to face him. That would be really gross and smelly