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

[sonsofhorus]

"I'm not hurt, but I don't really feel right either."

It's difficult to put his finger on what exactly is wrong with his body; he only knows that he's sure he should be on the front lines of what's coming, and is also just as certain that he's not as fit for duty as he should be.

"I don't think I'll be able to act directly when we encounter the enemy. I'm sorry. But I'll make traps, sabotage what I can. What's your status?"

[forwearemany]

"It is similar for us."

Enemy? it sounds right, but they don't...

"Acknowledged."

[sonsofhorus]

"Hopefully the others will be in better shape. I'm sure they're coming."

He resumes his work, sharpening the latest of the stakes. It feels reassuring to work with his hands - even if he is weakened, he can do this much.

"I'll be ready to start scouting in another minute. Do you want to go together?"

[forwearemany]

"Affirmative."

In the presence of allies lies strength.

[sonsofhorus]

"All right," he murmurs, thinking, as he works on the last of them.

The stakes are portable; brace them where useful for an ambush and then pick up and reuse whatever doesn't break. Can't leave them for advancing allies to wander into. He's got a bit of grass rope to bundle them up, and-

"Besides these I have some tools, just a crowbar and a plasma torch...I'll have to make them count. How's your gear?"

[forwearemany]

"We are in posession of multiple blades, a sniper rifle, a soldering iron, and rope."

They also have a gaming console, but that's not important.

[sonsofhorus]

"Good." There is open approval of the arsenal in his voice, and he doesn't give this fact a second thought.

And...there. The stake will do well enough for temporary use, 'passable' will have to be good enough. He puts the stakes together and ties them, tightly enough not to clatter, and with a loop for his shoulder.

"I was going to follow the edge of the swamp and look for a view of their territory. Or is there a route you'd rather take?"

[forwearemany]

"The suggested route poses the least risk. It may also bring us into contact with other allies."

Seems like a good idea. Perhaps later they can go deeper into enemy territory, when they have a better understanding of the island and its environment.

[sonsofhorus]

"That's true. Maybe some have been here before us and already gone ahead." He doesn't like the thought, but he can't deny the possibility.

He starts walking, eyes on the inviting green cover that waits for them past the shore. Working with Legion...yes, he thinks, the two of them will be able to take greater risks than he's fit for now alone.

[forwearemany]

"Affirmative."

They follow him, close behind. Together, they know, is better than apart.