Sabra La Tau

Who: You
Where: At the heart of the city, before the great throne
When: ???
What: A Game

[As your vision sharpens, so does the laughter.

Upon the throne sits a statue of Kokoli; the Masked One, the Laughing Liar, the Fool’s Fool. He remains still, and yet his mask seems to shift whenever you glance away. On his lap is Rota, the Pale Maiden, the Death-before-Life. Something seems a little off in their expressions. Hers, a little vacant, distant. His seems more dangerous each time he appears. It seems they were conversing.]

"I'm s-still not sure . . ."

"Don’t worry, babe. You’re gonna knock 'em dead."

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Who: Everyone
Where: The Sacred City
When: King’s Year 200, ???
What:

[The days, weeks and months have been passing quietly. You've have had more than enough things to do. Even after the Builder's gift, there have been new buildings to make, materials to pool together, crops to begin to raise, businesses to start again.

There’s no change of the seasons, but it’s been hard not to notice that time has passed. More than the Oracle originally said would be necessary. It is hard for most to care, with something of a perfect world in front of them.

Lately each morning, you wake up with a start, heart pounding, and for a moment everything is grainy, as if seeing it in on cloth...

The moment you blink, it's gone.]

Who: Relevant peoples
Where: Lots of places, traveling roads
When: King's Years
What: SHENANIGANS, THE SAGA

Who: Everyone
Where: In the Sacred City
When: King’s Year 199, Mid Winter to Late Winter
What:

[The days pass. The sun, gentle and warm, takes its steady course across the sky. Many marvels have sprung into the world. The library to the east starts filling with books from every place who had room on their wagons for them. The forges fill with craftsmen. The temple receives offerings and sacrifices of burned meat and sacred mementos regularly. The Arena is a favored place of Pyxis who wish to forget the limits of the land they're in. Those who've the know-how have begun to till the land and found it fertile. And in the north, some have begun making a shrine to the recovery of the Old Man. Docks have begun to be built upon the great lake, and most have delighted to find that the vegetation here regrows at a miraculous pace.

... Life continues on.

But not without its sorrows or its signs.

Hit hardest were the some of the order of Ophiuchus... the priests of the sea wept openly at something only they could hear as their amulets broke and shattered with the hiss of evaporating water. At the sound, the few priests who remain of the Daughters of the Sky, Gentlest of Lights looked up with dead eyes, saw no sign of their patron in the miraculous sky, drew curved crescent daggers from their sheaths. The forests. The plains. Minor spirits. ... By the madness of many and the deaths of more... what was not here, IS truly gone, and many whom were so blessed are now cursed. Though many people take heart in the fact that most of the Order of Ophiuchus remains still, true and deeply connected with their God, soothed by their presence.

And perhaps the most disturbing feeling rumors have come from the earth shamans of Canis. That they cannot shake the feeling that we are not where we were.

That we are deep.

....

The sun rises, gentle and warm. The grass is soft below your feet and the aroma of wildflowers brushes past your nose.

The wind blows softly, bringing a cool touch to your skin.

It is another day, life continues on.

((OOC: Use this how you like! Day in the life, information pooling, playing out what your people are doing in this time! Just whatever threads!

As a headsup, history posts, both pre cataclysm and after can be made through Thursday only! Backthreading IN them of course will be okay as long as anyone likes but nothing new after then!

As a reminder, we are wrapping up on Thursday!))

Who: Everyone
Where: Within the Sacred City
When: King's Year 199
What:

[Slowly, the upheaval of the land subsides with each successive flash. Others, one of the thousands and thousands of people find symbols themselves and those few brave, willing touch them.

The land, scattered with tents and crude structures of wood and metal, has become verdant and green. Lush grass, trees all sway in a soft breeze, under the gentle warmth of the sun you once remembered and a sky, perfect and blue.

Creatures, familiar or new, depending on where you once lived, now roam, also exploring the expansive new, wild place in which you live.

In the distance, to the far south, the great doors have vanished.]




[Outside... there is nothing.]

Who: Everyone
Where: In the Sacred City
When: King’s Year 199, Mid Winter
What:

[It had been a slow start through the fall. Nations full of people needing to settle and find shelter. And many despaired... how could such an enormous project be completed by the end of a mere two seasons when most were still milling about supplies and accommodations?

But as they do, gears shifted as the temperatures rose... as night became a nostalgic memory... Natural ingenuity blended with mad genius with simple practicality and by early winter, the great keystone... a project of masonry that had taken nearly as much time as the construction of the great stone walls themselves was complete and secured into place for the rest of the walls to be completed around it.

Construction had slowed ... even with ants to carve and carry, even with machinery of steam and clockwork and nearly a quarter of the world in labor.... the hours that COULD be worked became less and less... and working became less of a normal function and one of devotion, heroism and madness.

But today.... the last blocks had been placed, the keystone was in place and ready... Since last night the world has been thrown into blessed darkness. The air is uncomfortably warm, but no longer scalds to breathe, and the light comes from torches and magic.

Today, many people have gathered below the keystone, eyes turned upward.

Today, the supports are removed.]

Who: Current workers and refugees, and late stragglers
Where: The base of the great mountain
When: King's Year 199, late fall
What:

[By this point, the walls have begun to curve up and over, and most areas require scaffolding . The supports are massive and each area has been flagged before they were very precisely set.

More great ants from the Pavo lands have begun making their way in, apparently of their own intelligence, and have taken to moving the blocks to the higher areas on their own.

The heat has become intolerable during the day. Even a few minutes outside burns, and more and more caught unaware are requiring treatment. The nights are bright. Torches are no longer needed; even in what used to be deep dark the horizons flood with the Old Woman's light.

Stragglers who survive the journey are quickly taken in, and often times treated. Some residents have raised concerns about food and water, but the Oracle remains quiet and calm, saying that such will be provided if necessary. The real question remains of whether the great shelter, now called 'The Sacred City' by the priests, will be done in time.]

Who: Relevant persons
Where: Cepheus, Pavo
When: King's Year 196-199
What: Things That Happened, an eventual saga

Who: Any
Where: At the base of the great mountain
When: King's Year 199, early autumn
What:

[The great mountain is the largest mountain on the content known as the First Land. It is a marker that can be seen over most of the lands of Pyxis and Canis for its inspiring height. The crystal city, in all of its marvels is built into the western side of it, perhaps a fourth of the way up in a valley between it and the nearest mountain.

Its peak is obscured by the clouds, and no traveler or climber ascending to its great top has ever come back alive, leading most to simply accept that it was a dwelling place of the Gods and thus, no place for man or his ilk.

Today, at its base, a priest is pouring over detailed construction plans that seem to shift and expand under their own magic as he pens in the countries and supplies as they come in.

Great flags of black are set in an enormous circle, stretching out of sight in an enormous circle, and far into the lands that are considered Pyxis.

A great deal of shelters are set up, most tent at the moment, within the circle. Food and water getting the first stone structures erected and thus far are without guard.

A young Ophiuchus of Caduceus cut greets you as you approach, and waves you to the table that the hooded, red lined priest sits.]

His excellency has requested you report directly to him. Please hurry and send your representative.

Who: Anyone
Where: Hydra's capital: Library City
When: King's Year 199, Midsummer of DOOM
What:

[It's not entirely unusual to see Acacia passing through the closest thing to a city Hydra has from time to time, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out there's more to this visit than checking up on her little brothers. Her clothes are in unusual disrepair; she clearly hasn't been taking the time to clean the stains and tears that come with traveling through the swamp as she normally would.]

Hey, you dicks. Anyone who hasn't died of the heat yet had better drop whatever shit you're doing and pay attention.

Who: Anyone
Where: Anwhere
When: ????, ????????
What: MORE OF THE PAST WITH PAST THINGS HAPPENING....... IN THE PAST

Who: Anyone
Where: Monoceros, down at the ports
When: King's Year 199, early spring
What:

[while the ports are always busy, no matter what time of year (well, busy for Monoceros, anyway) it isn't all that hard to pick out those who don't belong or those who are up to more than just a little tourism.

Which is what's happening right now.]

Do they honestly think they can get away with that . . .

Who: Any
Where: Lepus
When: King's Year 199, THE SUMMER OF UNFORGIVENESS
What:

[Once upon a time, a green thing escaped from an experiment, heard a greater calling, or... perhaps, indigestion, and made himself a throne.

It is an epic throne, made entirely of something not exactly unlike many, many glued together rubix cubes. As such nifty, modern puzzles possibly do not exist, it is very likely that it is a very unfinished chair that had paint thrown at it and called art.]

I suppose you want to know WHY I have called you today.

Who: Anyone
Where: Lacerta Capitol Forest
When: King's Year 199, midsummer
What:

[No one had to tell the people of Lacerta that something in these days was terrible, terrible, terrible. Some had understood better than others, but now there was no question. It started so suddenly it seemed like a dream- the Eldest dropping a few leaves unseasonably. By the end of the day his branches were audibly creaking as they dried out. The Great Tree of Lacerta was dying. The maiden who spoke for him gave no help. All she could say was that he was in pain.

But any Lacertan worth their salt could have told you that. The very earth itself was in pain, and the hum and song of life had become cries of agony. The life was drying up. Lesser gods and spirits turned to stone where they fell, and the mournful wail could be heard from Monoceros to Orion on the blistering afternoon when the eldest tree snapped clean in two.]

Who: Canis
Where: Canis, the great desert Arakis
When: King's Year 199, midsummer
What: nananana BOSS FIGHT

[Great plumes of sand have been seen rolling through the country all summer. Storms too, such that Canis has never seen. But the desert is not built to hold water for very long; instead, the waters have uncovered an enormous sinkhole in the great desert of Arakis, within which rests something very deep and dark and ancient ...

In the weeks leading up to this encounter, this enormous hole has been the epicenter of the numerous dust storms and other disturbances that have rocked the country. Even the minorly talented shamans have sensed this disturbance in the earth. However, getting to this place has been more than a little difficult. The winds buffeted anyone who came too close. Only now, as the summer approaches its apex, do the winds die down enough for shamans (and other talented folks) to approach. Lazy clouds of sand and grit obscure the mammoth shape ahead of you. And high above your heads fly a number of desert birds, their shadows making lazy circles in the sand far below.]

Who: Pyxis, Canis, Cygnus
Where: By Location
When: King’s Year 199, Early Summer
What:

[As Dawn gives way to the Old Woman’s place in the sky this morning, the Cygnus people have a new, uneasy sight apart from the disturbances of the sky itself.

The crystal towers of the city shine a blood red, as if painted by the sun and the sky.

Soon after, the first messengers appear before the courts: Many of the upper mines have collapsed, though the deepest are intact though the ways up are treacherous.]

[Further off, the red light on the mountain of the Gods is visible on the Pyxis plains, far and wide, and sometimes the only point of navigation as the mix of contradictory winds, heated pouring down off the mountains, and cool rolling in from the waters crash tumultuously over Pyxis and Canis.

Over fields of blasting sand, heavy storm clouds begin to gather, seeming to shun even the heat of the sun. Rolling and boiling on themselves, the storm clouds seem like black mountains, unleashing more rain than most of the areas had seen in years combined... and far too fast for the ground to absorb it.]

Who: Everyone
Where: Orion territory
When: King's Year 199, Summer
What: Beastmen!!

[As the Old Woman grows wrathful in the sky, Orion's beastmen become restless and reckless. They swarm out of the lower levels of the forest and up to the sunlight, which only seems to add to their tenaciousness. No more do they attack out of the shadows or at night; they've begun to attack the Orion settlements in earnest, and all the defense that Orion can muster has been called for. Foreigners are dragged into the fight as well if they happen to be in the area.

Woe be to the hunters if their strongholds fall this summer.]

(( OOC: I am running semi-individualized threads for this one! Comment with the location you'd like to defend (capital city, village, outpost, whatever) and I'll NPC you some beastmen. Groups are fine too. PM Watanuki if you have any questions. ))

[Each Ophiuchus have heard this, be it on the air, from an animal, from the Oracle deep in his mountain sanctuary, or the vision of their god themselves:

The Old Woman angers, and her fury is terrible. The Gods are speaking with her, calming her flames; however, wish to protect the people of their lands.

Scatter to the sacred countries of the First Land. Worry not for those on other parts of this world, we do for them what we can. To each of the countries, you are to tell them to bring their builders, machinery and magic. To bring food and supplies of water. To bring their people, and resources, wood and stone and metal. They must gather at the base of the great mountain.

A grand structure will be erected under the oversight of the Oracle. When it is complete it will be blessed by the Gods all and one, as the greatest shelter during this time of trouble.

This must be complete by the end of this year, or all shall be lost.]

[Each are also told that if negotiations fail or this tithing to the Gods are lackluster or weak, they have authority to take over the rule of the country.]

Who: Anyone
Where: A hospital in Corehaven
When: King's Year 198, fall
What: Recovering

[The patient in this room probably shouldn't be sitting up yet, but she's out of bed, braced against the wall so that she can test the range of movement on her left arm. She's not looking very happy with the results.]

Who: Everyone
Where: Corvus to Lynx territory
When: King’s Year 199, Early Summer
What:

[The dawn over the volcanic plains of Corvus after the great flash the night before holds a sight of wonder and oddity as such that none have ever seen before. Of the vents and flows of the still active volcano, the lava itself seems to have boiled itself to a fit, making high shows of reds, orange and yellows. New steam vents seem to open themselves with each shudder of the land, most even shaking the walls of Esharra in Lynx... Even the napalmanders seem to settle themselves on land, staring at the glowing rifts with a certain wariness...

But the true marker of change is in the firebirds themselves... They rise and jump as they always have, but each seems to be attempting to launch themselves high into the air, as if trying to reach the Old Woman themselves. They do not fall back into the molten rock, but when each fails in their desperate flight, shatter on the open ground.]