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

[lesbeau]

[This is just so validating in this moment, but Beau isn't gonna be a creep and keep her in any kind of lockdown. She stands back to her full height so Shepard can safely swing her legs down and find her footing.]

You looked like you needed a hand.

[As if she needs some kind of explanation. Truthfully, she didn't expect that to work that well, and she didn't have the strength to hold her much more than that anyway. It was a big try the whole way across the board.]

Nice hit. You do that real well.

[tenthstreetbred]

[Shepard looks like she wants to pout more but she's an Adult and therefore she pulls it together rather quickly.]

Thank you, Beau. I've practically been trained to be a human pinball since I was a teenager so this just goes along with what I already learned.

[Shepard, please, your Alliance training was So Much More Than That.]

[lesbeau]

[Sorry Shep, she's like 23. Suffer your hubris.]

If that's what that was I think we went to the same school.

[Which like, it absolutely was not. But does she have extensive experience getting thrown around? Yes, yes she does.]

Besides, couldn't let you hit the ground in a huge boom, that would be a cannonball.

[Does she know what a pinball is? No. Is she assuming it is also a ball? Well it fuckin' better be. Sherlock Beau and her investigation over here, flawless every time.]

[tenthstreetbred]

[Shepard laughs then, warm and low.]

You know how to survive a week on no sleep, no food, one handful of water, and still nail a target 15 yards away?

[Stop flexing Shepard, please, there's no reason for this.]

It'd certainly be a fun show, to see me go down like a cannonball.

[lesbeau]

[Beau just shrugs nonchalantly.]

I dunno. You ever get hunted by 8 archers for two days n' be expected to catch all the shit they fire at you?

[You wanna play, Shep? You wanna play?? She doesn't need firearms to be impressive, she got her flex and those guns are the biggest. But Beau's grin is more playful, more gentle now, than the sharp lines she had as a kid. It's not perfect, but it's better. That's something.]

Guess we could try it sometime when there isn't some kinda threat chasing at the same time. Y'know. Testing and stuff.

[tenthstreetbred]

No. But that sounds awesome.

[Shepard. Shepard please]

Yeah. I'd like that. We could test out our abilities, get some good sparring in.

[Test her reach and your flexibility, Shepard? Maybe. Though probably not. She's had her heart partially broken already at this point so perhaps no further fuel for the fire.]

[lesbeau]

[She snorts in response, the grin pulling at the edges of her mouth going up to crinkle the sides of her eyes. Still somehow it manages to seem uncoordinated, obviously from someone who doesn't let herself grin as much as she should.]

That'd be great. I need more people that I won't murder in a single punch. Nearly fuckin' killed Drifter when we first met, so. Gotta keep that stuff on lockdown.

[tenthstreetbred]

[Shepard laughs too.]

Oh God. Yes, please don’t kill Drifter just trying to rough house. That’s the last thing we need.

[She hasn’t talked to them much, has she? Perhaps she should reach back out again. See how they are doing.]

Well, if we stand around chatting, we won’t get enough done. Come on- let’s get moving.

[lesbeau]

Yeah, I know they talk about being weak and stuff but that was... damn. New record.

[The Trial of the Patient was fun, as Shepard can tell. At the comment, she grins though, a mischievous thing before she reaches forward and gives Shepard a friendly punch on the arm. It... does have some heft to it, frankly. Like 2 HP's worth. Not enough to knock Shepard over, at least.]

Just had to make sure you were made of tougher stuff. C'mon, let's fastball special another bullshit siren, I'm tired of the noise.