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AUGUST EVENT: THE CITY IS AT WAR

Who: Everyone!
What: You pick a side, or you pick up the pieces
When: August 16th to August 23rd
Where: Primarily Nastrandir, though also Ensō
Warnings: Violence, injury, forcibly altered mindsets via magical influence, possible character death. Potential (and fully optional) dissociation and identity crises. Potential (and fully optional) spontaneous combustion. Otherwise, tag as you go!

We All Lose in the End
On cue, the recently uncovered...and decidedly faulty merotome shatters on the morning of August 16th. Those close enough may recall an odd popping noise, like a lightbulb exploding, or find a shard of some odd, rubbery substance caught in their hair. The wave that shoots out across both islands barely seems to stir the air, but the aftershocks of its passing are to be felt for the week to come.

Whether or not you noticed the sweeping burst of light as it roared over just about everything, you're bound to hear the loud, wailing sound that starts to emit from all over Nastrandir. It sounds like the world's worst kind of alarm, and it just keeps on going.

That's to say nothing of the automatons rising steadily from the murk, or the fact that you might find that some of your fellow explorers are suddenly seeming a lot more trustworthy...and some of them are seeming a lot less. Maybe you latch onto personal terrors and preexisting grudges to justify the new onset of violence that starts to divide you from some of your fellows...or maybe it just feels right in some unquantifiable sense.

Regardless, those impacted by the merotome will find themselves gravitating towards Nastrindar sooner rather than later. Members of the Red Team are likely to initially head towards the ruins on C4 and D4. The swampy water flooding the island will eventually drive you to seek out more mountainous areas; the need to keep dry will vary from a strong desire to an absolute necessity, depending on the individual. As territorial instincts rear their head, this group will find that the war automatons no longer view them as hostiles. Now, these mechanical killers may even take basic orders, such as watching a certain location, fetching some basic materials, and, of course, upon whom they should aim their primary fire.

Meanwhile, the Blue Team will congregate along the shorelines, striking out inland through any route that keeps them close to a body of water - or in it. More likely to travel and fight in a pair or group, it's unlikely that members of this group will stay from the main party for too long, as their power is largely in numbers. While no automatons accompany them into battle, the waters surrounding and soaking into Nastrandir are their greatest ally, as they are capable of replenishing strength and healing minor wounds. Members of the Blue Team will be capable of continuing the fight for much longer than their Red counterparts, and their affinity with the waters will make them difficult to locate or pursue unless they wish it.

You Don't Get Another Shot
For those more resistant to the effects of this sudden shift will find that they're now unfortunately adrift between two warring factions, potentially with friends on either side. There is hope, however - those previously silent sirens are now blaring constantly, and it's very possible that their destruction could turn the tide against this needless bloodshed. The more of those you break, the looser the grip of this altered mindset will become, and the less hostile the automatons will be.

Keep in mind, however, that while you may feel unaffected, the possibility stands that you've been marked for one side without your knowledge. And though this may prove advantageous to getting through to those that identify you as their own, those that do not may take your attempts to shake their morale badly.

Even violently.

Stick Around and See How It Ends
Thus far, the teams are as follows. If you see any problems, inconsistencies, or wish to change teams, please don't hesitate to contact us! While we're no longer accepting sign-ups to be RNG'd into a team, you can still decide retroactively which side you'd like your character to be situated on, if at all!

RED TEAM	BLUE TEAM
Alexei Dinoia Amaterasu Anthony J. Crowley Asgore Dreemurr Connor Murphy Edward Elric Erika Fisher Jules Dagger Samari Leonard Church Muffet Tim Wright Yukio Okumura Zidane Tribal	2B Alisaie Leveilleur Agent Washington Ben Hargreeves The Drifter Epsilon Héctor Rivera Herbert West Horatio Nullbuilt Kravitz Legion Mollymauk Tealeaf Ren Rin Okumura Steve Rogers

In the meantime, the following links may prove handy:

[ ♆ ] OOC Event Info and Plotting Post
[ ♆ ] Nastrandir's Intro
[ ♆ ] Nastrandir's Locations Page

Event Timeline

[ ♆ ] August 16th: The merotome breaks, issuing a mind-altering wave; the sirens go off, and definitive sides in a conflict start to form
[ ♆ ] August 23rd: The conflict ends when those who have not been freed from the mind-altering influence either break free or burn to death
[ ♆ ] August 24th: The monthly Storytelling occurs late; characters who have died are revived in time to participate
[ ♆ ] September 4th: Extra time is allotted to those participating in the monthly Storytelling to compensate for the later date, and the Storytelling closes

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[Michael considers this. In fairness, he doesn't actually know what the hell is going on with all the people trying to murder each other just yet. That would be a good thing to determine.]

Okay, fair. So what's your deal, then, what's with...all this?

[He gestures at all this pistol stuff. It's not entirely clear if Church is normal or not yet, but he is one of the people running around with a weapon, so.]

[To be fair, he's one of the people that almost always runs around with at least one weapon. Usually he's encouraged to run around with just a sword, but with the current extenuating circumstances...]

What's my deal? Gee, I dunno, man, there's kind of a war on. Where've you been?

Vegas.

[Sometimes Michael just says things.]

Big vacation, you know how it is. I've been blitzed on mai-tais for a week and a half, and my best friend got stranded on the roof! It was like eighty stories up, too. But she's down now, she's fine.

So what's, uh, what's the war about?

Vegas quadrant or regular city Vegas? Cuz there's plenty of trouble to get up to in the quadrant, too.

[He says it easy as anything. And then he thinks that that might be wrong. He's lived here. There's no Vegas here. Or--was there a before? Did he come here and then live here with the people around him, before the invaders came with their filthy water?

Another island, maybe?

If he had visible eyes, he'd blink. All he does is shake his head a little, to clear it.]

Are you...from around here?

[That's not a normal question anyone would ask on the islands. Nobody's from around here. Some kind of memory thing, then? Did he forget?]

...regular Vegas. No, I'm from Phoenix, Arizona. [He knows a lot about Phoenix from Eleanor, it's a convenient Earth location to throw out.] Are you from around here?

[He's pretty sure he doesn't know an Arizona. He'd make a joke about Agent Arizona if he did. But he doesn't. He doesn't...know any agents. No, he knows, but they're...not allies.

That feels more right.]

Yeah. I got Nastrindar in my veins. Well, if I had veins. Kinda lacking those, but, y'know.

...Wait.

[He pulls the pistol from his thigh. Doesn't aim it, but it's now definitely very much in his hand.]

If you're not from here, then you must've come across the water, right?

[Yep, that sure is a gun in his hand! And that's also exactly how islands work! What, is it a problem now, crossing water?

...although, as it happens, he kinda didn't?]

Nah, took a portal. Boats are so...twelveth century. [He's actually never been on one!]

A port-- [If he didn't come from across the water, then...then he can't be one of them. Water is the invader, creeping across their land. He has no quarrel with portals.]

The...well? The pond--well--magic lake thing? [Why...hadn't he thought of that? Why had he forgotten about that?] So you don't have anything to do with the water?

[Or. Or is that yet another way they're getting in? Does it need to be destroyed? It has water in it, after all. Or...hm. Magical liquid?]

...you mean the ocean?

[That's a weird reaction for somebody who thinks they've lived their whole life on an island, isn't it? Shouldn't he be at home in the water? Michael thinks he should be trying to talk him out of this, really, except he just doesn't...really know Church? He doesn't know what he'd say.

No big deal. It probably wouldn't be that easy anyway.]

No, I don't have anything to do with the ocean.

I mean the water creeping inland. Which, yes, I guess comes from the ocean, technically speaking.

Cuz this island doesn't belong to them. They can't have it. They can kiss my shiny metal ass and take their putrid water and fuck off back where they came from.

[..................isn't that just called tides tho]

O-kay. Well, that's very interesting, but you all clearly have things happening on this island, so I'm just going to go.

[lISTEN this is DIFFERENT]

Yeah, you should. You could get caught up in this whole thing. It's not...for outsiders.

Of course. Who would wanna get involved in somebody else's war?

[Next episode: "Michael Involves Himself In The War"]

Good luck, I guess. [And he is getting the fuck away from you now, you weirdo! Back to Enso for him!]

August Event: The City is at War

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