March Event: De L'autre Côté de L'eau

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MARCH EVENT: DE L'AUTRE CÔTÉ DE L'EAU

Who: Everyone condemned to the Water, and those who see fit to rescue them
What: A rescue is implemented!
When:Predominantly on March 19th
Where: Ai'tuoh, and the small islet just off its coast
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Just Sing For Me All Night

It's time for your captured comrades to be recovered, and by none other than your fine selves! While the Storyteller will detail the elements of said rescue below, they very notably don't say anything about how they plan for you make it through Ai'tuoh, and then to the islet off its coast.

You have their tacit blessing to make your way there however you would like. Through stealth, through diplomacy, by salting and burning the earth...whichever you prefer. It is, as it turns out, awfully difficult to discern the innocent from the perpetrators when they all look alike.

Whatever course of action you choose, bear in mind that there will be consequences. The Storyteller will be sealing off Ai'tuoh's mana pool once everyone who has been retrieved has come through, but that doesn't mean that the island will be gone forever.

And If I Shout For You, Never Doubt

While the details of the rescue's mechanics can be found in the Storyteller's explanation below, we ask that, if your character was captured and needs to be rescued, please let us know HERE. This will make it easier for other players to account for who might be their focus, and why!

A few guidelines for each of the groups:

[ ♆ ] Group One will be predominantly busy fending away militia, who you can assume will be pouring forth to protect the Water from these intruders at a fairly concentrated rate. Most of the fighting will likely be grouped around the Water itself, leading to a risk of being forced into the Water or slipping in yourself. The militia largely fight with spears, swords, and shields, but are not above attempting to sedate you if they can get close enough, to make it easier to tip you into the Water.

[ ♆ ] Group Two will be serving as the tether, meaning they will be holding onto the thread the Storyteller has provided. This means physically remaining on our side of the abyss and holding onto the thread very tightly, as well as mentally focusing incredibly hard on the Water itself. When the thread is deposited into the Water, it will open a dark tunnel into the surface itself, leading all the way through to the other side. The Water will not take kindly to this; it will attempt to close, and exert a tremendous mental pressure upon your mind to do so. In order for this portal to remain open, your focus must be wholly devoted to keeping it open. It may feel very much like a mental game of tug-of-war, and you may very well feel a very physical tug on the thread itself as well; you must be actively concentrating on bringing everyone home.

[ ♆ ] Group Three will then have to grab hold of the thread in some way or another and not let go as they're swept into the dimension and through to the other side. As long as they remain in contact with the thread, they will be able to make their way back and be immune to the soporific effects of the strange void, as well as detect the opening the thread makes in the landscape of the netherworld on the other side of the Water. If they let go, they will lose their way and be vulnerable to the somnolent effects, and must be drawn back by someone who is still tethered.

Just remember: once you've found who needs recovering, you cannot, under any circumstances, look back at them while you guide the home.

You simply have to trust that they will follow, and that will be what leads them back to you.

Event Timeline

[ ♆ ] March 19th: Characters are taken to the Standing Water, and the rescue is facilitated
[ ♆ ] March 20th: Monthly Storytelling occurs as usual
[ ♆ ] March 31st: Ai'tuoh disappears, and anyone left on it or in the Water will suffer a death

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Comments

[lightlessfuture]

[ The Knight comes across Ren when she's resting; they look up at her with concern, trying to check her over for injuries from their low vantage point. She was taken, they knew that much - is she hurt?

They have their pack now, so they dig into it, offering some of their food to Ren - is she hungry? Bigger creatures need more food, right?

It's cooked fish and seaweed kebabs - they haven't quite figured out sweets yet - but probably better than nothing. ]

[catpiper]

[It takes a second for her to register the offer coming from the ground-from the tiny, kind bug who seems to appear when she needs it most. It makes her wonder if they trail behind others, ready and willing to dole out kindness when they least expect it. The temptation to grab the kebab is there, but she knows it won't make a difference-she'd just be taking food from someone that needs it, when it would do little to stop her racing heart.

If Seto were here, maybe. He's probably hungry and she forces her head up to look around the area again.

Nothing.]

It's okay.

[Sorry little friend, she's so tired. The words are hard to push out and while she's unwilling to take their food because it'll be meaningless if she can't get her medicine again, she does pat the spot beside her leg.]

This is...it's a good hiding place. You can eat that here.

[YOU WILL BE SAFE.]

[lightlessfuture]

[ When the food isn't taken, it's so unlike what little they know of Ren's behaviour that they droop a little. They place the food in her hands instead - maybe later? - and then climbing the rock to get the best vantage point, tiny sword drawn.

They don't know if anything would come to attack them, here on this part of the island (they've come to associate it with safety, now), but it's worth keeping an eye out. So they'll guard Ren, while she rests.

She might want to keep them safe, but they can keep her safe too. They are only a small thing, but they have enough strength in them to do that much. ]

[catpiper]

[They shove the food into her hand and-

It hurts, for a moment, to know this might be the last time she sees them. To know they're trying this hard to protect her, to give her small comforts in the form of food and safety, without knowing how pointless it is. That she can't tell them it's useless and they should keep the food and move on.

But she's exhausted. Her heart's beating too fast, her eyelids are heavy and the food in her hand presses against her in a painful way she can't fully understand. In an effort to stay awake, she forces herself to talk and quietly asks-]

Is that weapon your special treasure?