Exploration Event: Neverwere

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EXPLORATION EVENT: NEVERWERE

Who: Everyone!
What: Your wildest dreams come true!
When: May 15th to May 18th
Where: Ziziphus, those still on Ensō...and Mu
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Then Know That My Life Was Just a Killer Dream
You can find most of the information you need in the OOC info post! In the meantime, feel free to use this log as a catch-all for your dream worlds, as well as detailing your efforts to free one another. Whether they're on Ziziphus or Ensō at the time of the dreams' capture, your character is free to access as many dreams as you like, as the interlocking mental landscape allows for that sort of crossing over apropos of nothing. And time, of course, is very fluid in dreams - many days, months, and years can transpire in a matter of mere minutes.

Will you fight your way free from Ziziphus's vines or Mu's thrall, or are you content to die in your sleep?

Remember to let us know if your character dies during this event!

Event Timeline

[ ♆ ] May 15th: The vines make their move, ensnaring characters in ideal fantasy worlds
[ ♆ ] May 17th: The Storyteller will make contact with those they can, as well as issue information and a potential solution
[ ♆ ] May 18th: Those that have not freed themselves from the vines or from Mu will suffer a death

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Comments

[thankgods]

[...no?]

[Ah, well. It was perhaps worth a shot. Bliss doesn't sound fussed, even as the chunks of fire start to rain down, sizzling as the embers begin to pock their flesh. They're not nearly swift enough to deflect the attack as it begins to smolder at them in earnest. There's little more than a quiet, sad little sigh, like they're maybe disappointed in themself, or disappointed in him.]

You've been doing...little else...these past months...

[The flames begin to ache and burn, charring the strips of their heavy flesh black.]

But it is still inside you...it has always lived...beneath your rot and your posturing...older than any curse...

[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn landed a little too hard on one leg, barely correcting his angle for how hyper-focused he was. That was nothing; a twisted ankle would regenerate shortly. The exhaustion from overusing magic was already beginning to sink in, but he was beyond too angry to care.]

[Life, dreams, hope--they were all so immaterial. Transient as a fleeting thought, and disregarded just the same when the moment passed. Where did they go, once time's infinite march carried one past such idle fantasies? And where had they come from, wrenched so painfully out of a blackened and unliving heart?]

[Such thoughts were all meaningless. The moment had gone, the dream evaporated, and in its place lived only destruction. Destroy, destroy, destroy shrieked the scourge and the daemons.]

Is that some pale excuse of a plea for mercy? [He took the sword in hand again, tilting his head like a bloodthirsty predator studying its injured prey.]

Because I fear you'll find sentiment no longer lives here.

[thankgods]

I do not generate happiness...if it does not exist...

[Your fantasies came from you. From within. It is what you, what everyone, earnestly craved. And they gave you that. Are you not pleased with them?]

[Evidently not. Too bad that Bliss is too far removed from a state where they might care.]

Mercy...from you...that's very funny...

[Their vines are going to aim for his sword hand next.]

[scourgingstars]

I've no interest in what you call 'happiness'. But I'm glad we're clear on the latter point.

[Ardyn stepped back in an attempt to evade the vines' grasp, the long and thin sword brought down like an executioner's blade at them in response.]

[thankgods]

[They're not very fast, nor are they particularly agile. The god hums faintly, as though pained, the more pieces of them are lopped off. More start to come crawling from the undergrowth, from the thick patina of leaf matter and dead things beneath.]

You cannot lie to me...I have seen what you crave...

[scourgingstars]

I find it terribly cute- [He hacked away at the plantlife that crept closest to him, Blade of the Mystic swung in a scarlet arc like it was half the weight of the massive blade it was.] -that you think I care what you believe about me!

[thankgods]

[They find it terribly cute that you think it is "belief" at all. But stubbornness is not their calling - they'll not continue to argue, for they are not argumentative. Let him hold the conversation all on his own; he seems to prefer talking enough, without much accounting for what the other party is saying.]

[So instead, they simply do their utmost to swarm him.]