Who: Loki [Narrative]
When: Mid-day
Where: Landing in The Bahamas.
What: Loki discovers the horrible truth of what’s happened to the haven across the world.

When Loki spotted land on the horizon, his face swelled into a smile—no, a grin—of victory. He hollered out to his crew to prepare for landing the ship and shouted out that land was ahead on the horizon. He slid down from his post and landed hard against the wooden planks of the deck, breaking into a run across the ship. “Land is ahead, mates! Let’s land this baby!” He clapped hands with Theo and dashed to the edge of the ship’s bow as far as his feet could take him.

Holding onto the ropes of the sail, Loki leaned himself over the edge as he gazed outward. It was a beautiful sight, and closer they drew to the island. Through the fog came a clearer picture to the captain and his crew. Though he expected green hills, Loki saw a blackened stretch of scorched land. It extended as far as the eye could see, covering the once green hills with charcoal ash. The grin slowly fell from Loki’s face. This was once his home, but all he saw was a wasteland awaiting him upon the shore.

Time passed as they came closer to the island, and the tone of the crew had become somber as everyone stared ahead in silence. Eventually, the ship docked on the one piece of land not burnt to the ground: a fine stretch of pearly white sand with unmarred docks, the only man-made thing still standing ashore.

( Loki took the first step off of the ship, his boot landing first upon the sand. )

Who: Reuben [Narrative]
When: Early Evening
Where: Southwest Elysium, off the path by the mountains.
What: Through ritual and black magic, Reuben finds a way to contact the boss.

Reuben trudged along the unbeaten path of dewy grass, shielding himself against a fierce wind from the North. The sky was grey for the clouds that swallowed it whole, and he encountered remnants of muddy ground left over from the rain that fell in the days before. Despite the lack of rain today, the wet ground had yet to clear thanks to sunless skies. It was the perfect day to exit the city and head South for the wall. Reuben knew his orders. He was going to follow them for the promises they guaranteed when all of this was over.

His feet plodded through the mud that clenched on his boots, and he beat back branches and overgrowth with his staff to pave the way. Eventually, the sorcerer reached a shallow cave in the rock face and he took shelter there, removing his long brown cloak and shucking it to the side. He dropped his traveling bag and opened it up.

( “Good. We’ll be on our way soon.” )

Who: Loki [Narrative]
When: Evening
Where: Atlantic Ocean
What: Sailing through a storm . . .

Loki felt the change on the wind before all of the other crew. A storm was brewing on the horizon, and he noticed the change of air while the sun still shone bright in the sky. A few hours passed, and the clouds rolled in along with the darkness they brought, casting the ocean in a veil of grey.

Luckily, he had warned them all in advance of the storm. The crew was able to make the proper arrangements for the weather, but it didn’t make the execution of sailing through the storm any easier. The wind picked up first until it wanted to blow the whole ship over, and then rain poured down from the sky as waves crashed into the side of the sea-bound vessel.

“Hold onto ya knickers, lads!” Loki exclaimed joyfully. He was soaked to the core and cold, but he had survived plenty of times at sea in this condition. This time wasn’t going to be any worse. “We’ve got a nasty one ahead, don’t we!” Some of the crew members didn’t think laughing at it was apparently all that good, but Loki knew not to piss off Mother Nature. He just wasn’t going to worry about a storm at sea. “We’ll do just fine as long as we keep steady! Don’t panic, and let your hands do the talkin’!”

When he noticed one of the crew members nicknamed ‘Lumberjack’ scurrying to hide in the hull, he pointed out to the man and yelled at him. “Get back in your position, Lumberjack! Or I’ll throw you overboard meself!” It was all the encouragement Lumberjack needed to get back into his place on deck.

“Keep steady!” Loki hollered out over the wind and rain. “We’ve just started! We can’t quit now! Put your backs into it!”

They had sixteen more days before they reached the Bahamas — if the Atlantic Ocean didn’t take them down to its murky depths first.

Who: Loki [Narrative]
When: Morning
Where: Lake Alata’elen
What: It's time for Loki to set sail for the Bahamas to find out what’s been going on over there.

“Hoist the sail, lads! We’re going fishin’!” Loki hollered out to his crew, the glee in his voice apparent.

They weren’t going ‘fishing,’ but it was his way of saying the journey ahead wasn’t going to be a trial. Loki hoped it was going to be the journey of a lifetime. Loki hated to think it, but the seas were wider and far more open and free to roam ever since this whole business with the Pandora virus. Getting to the Bahamas wasn’t going to be nearly as trying as it would have been before. He didn’t need any documents with him to travel; he could just lift up the sails and go.

The muse was going to miss Elysium during his travels, but he needed to find out what happened to his family. He needed to know that they were all right. He also needed to know why the haven’s communication had been cut off from the rest of them. Why were things so silent over there? It was the whole point of his journey: To find out what happened in the Bahamas to make everything so quiet and if anything happened to the people there. What originally started as a mission to visit his parents turned into a moral imperative. The Head Council specifically inquired of him to solve the mystery, and he was going to do just what they asked of him without hesitation.

He’d already said his goodbyes. Now, he waved to those on the shore with a smile on his face to bid them farewell. The sails were up, and the waters were ready. It was time to go. Loki hailed his friends and fellows on the beach, knowing that it could be months before he saw them again.

He was saying goodbye to his home, but Loki knew they would all see it again soon. Loki returned to the bow of the boat to gaze at the expanse of the lake before his feet. A little smile creased the corners of Loki’s lips as he took a deep breath and released it.

The journey was just beginning.

Who: Dylan, Theora, and Constance
When: 8:00 AM
Where: The Wellspring, located in Town Hall.
What: Dreadful news has reached the Head Council regarding the havens in The Bahamas and Norfolk Island . . .

After discussing the harpy attack yesterday, the council all agreed upon the reason for it lying within the trespassing youths a few days ago. Harpies were not known for their pleasantness, and Theora would go to the harpies and speak with him in hopes to calm the animals not to trespass the dwellings outside of their mountains if it was promised no more of their kind would trespass in the harpies' territory. They were territorial creatures and reason was not much within their capabilities. However, the High Priestess would hopefully be able to speak reason to them.

Now, they all stood before the Wellspring. It was an elaborate fountain made of ten basins, an Elven construction of communication between the havens. In the largest basin, the water would capture the image and voices of Elysium's Head Council and allow other havens to see them and hear them speak. Surrounding the largest basin were nine smaller basins, though all were large enough to reflect the faces of the council members from all around the world. Two of the smaller basins, however, were empty and had no faces to reflect.

"So," Dylan concluded out loud as all of the discussion came to a sudden silence over the councils, "The Bahamanian haven is not here tonight, and Norfolk Island has been silent for almost a month — and we have no idea what has happened to either one of them."

"We have not heard from The Bahamanian haven for two weeks," a councilman of Sri Lanka announced anxiously. "All communications have been silent across the board. This we have already discussed," he said urgently.

( “We should send scouts, each haven,” a councilwoman of Mai-Ndombe suggested. “We may find out what happened.” )