August Event: The City is at War

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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

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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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Comments

[vagabone]

[He hardly needed the encouragement, chilling out underwater is pretty nice when he's in his right mind!

He feels something touch him while he's only half awake and he opens his eyes to see glowing purple strands of god-knows-what wrapping around his arms. Well, well, well, can't have that. It feels like distinctly unfriendly magic, and it's not going to get all of him. Only the bones the threads are wrapped around, because he's coming apart. Enjoy his ulnas, Muffet!]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet untangles the bones from her web, rage at the invaders of her home briefly giving way to sheer exasperation.]

[Setting them to one side with an annoyed little 'hmph!', she casts her line back down.]

[If she has to fish him up one piece at a time, she will.]

[vagabone]

[It's all of him or nothing, those cheeky little bones are jittering back towards the water. Can't get out and run off without half his arms, he might never find them again! They're rolling his way as he tries to haul himself out of the water without being the slightest bit buoyant. No use in begging her to stop, the enemy is merciless...]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Damn right she is. Come into her home and try to hurt people, will you? Not on her watch.]

[In a fit of inspiration, she lashes more lines of magic around those fleeing bones and lets their attempts to rejoin the whole guide the strike down to him. You want these bones back? Wonderful, here they are.]

[Come and take them.]

[vagabone]

[Well, if that's how she wants to play! This time, he focuses on holding himself together so that the threads help him drag himself up and out, staggering a little before he finds his footing.]

You! You must be the kidnapper! You started this! Let everyone go!

[Obviously. Those creepy threads that feel so horrible to the touch would be easy to snatch people away with. Thick stringy snot wrapping around him... he wants to gag.

Aaand he's rushing her way, yes indeedy. He's... something. World's away from being scary, a shoddy wet mess armed only with a knife--that same knife he won from the trials. It's not much against magic, and he's not a living human with all their flesh and blood.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Excuse you, skeleton man, those threads are pure magic- literally. The only stringy snot around here is a certain bony someone who insists on impugning her motives.]

[With a sharp jerk of her hand, she sends the threads around him to tether their ends to the nearest tree and constrict, intending to drag him away from her. She's not in any hurry to examine that knife more closely, not at all.]

Pardon me? I am the one who started this? [Her tone is icily polite, almost more vicious than shouting insults would be.] I am taking a prisoner from one of the invading forces who chose to come to my home, unprovoked by any act of aggression from my land or its' people, and began attempting to slaughter our kin, destroy our homes, and drown the earth beneath our feet.

And I am the one who started this?

My.

How terribly fearsome I must be, to inspire such... great... efforts.

[The sheer amount of withering, decorous disdain here could make a society lady break down in tears. She practically purrs the last word, so sweetly venomous that you can all but taste it in the air.]