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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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[The other guy makes a sound like steam escaping from a kettle, which Wash doesn't think twice about - until he turns into a fucking snake JESUS motherfucking christ what the hell - ]

[Oh god, the thing is massive. Massive, and coiling around him, and Wash manages to sound off a loud, panicked yell before just opening fire at whatever scaly bits he can see, until his rifle clicks empty.]

[All the while, shouting semi-inarticulately:]

JESUS WHAT THE FUCK HOW -

[Crowley was so caught up in the fantasy of being a demon that he forget he lived in a world where guns exist. Pain blossoms through him, familiar enough in this form, at least from the early days after the Fall — after — after what?

It's the pain, that must be it, that's why he can't hold onto a thought.

The coils tighten around Wash, but it turns out that blood makes things so much more slippery, and Crowley's having trouble holding a proper grip, he's having trouble forcing his muscles to work the way they should.

He way he bites at Wash's arm is truly an act of panicked desperation, he's fairly certain the armor will take most of the damage, but if he can't strangle his enemy to death, he has to at least try something else.]

[Wash has been reduced to a very unsoldierly yelping and firing routine that would honestly be an embarrassment to the person he usually is. Fangs crunch into the armor of his arm and he more or less abandons the effort of trying to shoot an empty clip and resorts to just whacking the giant snake repeatedly with his rifle.]

LET - GO - LET GO - JESUS CHRIST -

[The blood loss, the pain, the blows to the head, they're all enough to make someone a little disoriented. Combined with the effect of whatever's digging into Crowley's mind, the memories that aren't his, the memories that are his but are long buried, the fear of a war that he barely just averted, it's all a bit much. Something sort of rattles loose in his mind, and Crowley takes his leave of the situation.

Fortunately, for Wash, this mostly just leaves the serpent, who's spending a lot of energy on a meal that's fighting back, and decides that it really isn't worth the effort of trying to crack into the carapace of this creature.

The grip it has on him loosens, and then the snake drops away, quickly slithering off between cracks in the rock, leaving behind a trail of blood, not even bothering to say goodbye.

Terribly rude, snakes are, especially this one.]

[Wash stumbles, lands more or less flat on his ass in his effort to scramble away from the creature as it slithers off, apparently having decided that he's not prey worth pursuing. His heart hammers wildly in the chamber of his chest, his rifle clattering uselessly onto the rocks.]

[The armor at his arm is dented. Even if the fangs didn't pierce it, the crushing force of the vicelike jaw has compressed the composite down around skin and muscle and bone. It's going to leave, if nothing else, a hell of a bruise.]

[He's down a full mag, plus several new and shiny injuries, has covered no ground and no new territory, and all with no idea what the hell just happened.]

[So Wash does the only thing he can do at this point.]

[He picks himself up and starts to make for the shore. He needs these injuries taken care of, first and foremost.]

August Event: The City is at War

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