Sabra La Tau

Who: Any
Where: The Arena
When: Day 217, mid morning
What: Good Ends

[The Call that resounds from the Arena is loud, echoing to every part of Sabra. A regal crescendo of notes and then anticipatory silence. Should you follow it today, the Arena is that strange darkened landscape again...

Simple darkness fills your vision, no delineation between up and down, walls or even the floor. You can only see the throne in the far off distance, and two pathways each covered with a lush carpet: Dark Blue, and Black with silver trimming. One bears the sigil of the faithful dog and the other the sinuous forms of two serpents wrapped around a staff, embossed into the weave. Should you turn around, there is no exit yet, but there is a small table, filled with punch, and several large party platters filled with a cheese and dip platter.]

[However, should you follow any of the pathways, the landscape begins to change...]

Who: Ophiuchus
Where: The barracks
When: Day 216, SUPER EARLY
What:

[It seems, for a snake that tends to sleep so much of the time, that when it DOES wake up and move, shaking the dorm beneath your beds and waking you from your slumber, it's ALWAYS horribly, horribly early.]

Ssssso, it issss how you have deccccided.

[In that moment, there is a sweeping change through the dorms. Your accomodations, your food, the quality of clothes you wear. Uraeus this time, has come in last, with Uroboros taking a sweeping lead.

... And curiously enough, as the changes recede, there are two envelopes with the king's seal on two nightstands, one to Marla, and one to Geddoe.]

Who: Delphinus, Hydracula (whoever wants to come watch)
Where: The Mushroom swamps
When: Day 215, morning to noon
What: Badgercroc hunting

[After coming home in the morning and making sure people know that the people who were at the game didn't die, Link has decided today is a good day to get a long-standing mission out of the way, since they're nicely stocked up due to trades and apology-baskets.

So now the party of dolphins is getting ready to set out for some badgercroc hunting with their various sharp implements and sleep-berry traps.]

[Poking Del for readiness
Recruiting Hydracula
At the mushroom forest
Back in the cove]

Who: Ophiuchus
Where: The barracks
When: Day 210, evening
What:

[Today, sometime after dinner time, should you be passing through the room with the great staircase, or honestly even close enough to hear the frantic, scrabbling footsteps, you probably are just in time to meet the latest Uroboros blank.

Not that he knows this, or even has any markings of being on Uroboros yet. He is, however, quite winded, and even more intent on getting way the hell away from whatever horrifying monster is down there.]

S-shit!

[He plasters himself to the far wall and THEN looks around.]

Who: Any
Where: The Arena
When: Day 210
What: Good Ends

[The Call that resounds from the Arena is loud, echoing to every part of Sabra. A regal crescendo of notes and then anticipatory silence. Should you follow it today, the Arena is that strange darkened landscape again...

Simple darkness fills your vision, no delineation between up and down, walls or even the floor. You can only see the throne in the far off distance, and two pathways each covered with a lush carpet: Pink, and Black with silver trimming. One bears the sigil of the graceful Swan and the other the sinuous forms of two serpents wrapped around a staff, embossed into the weave. Should you turn around, there is no exit yet, but there is a small table, filled with punch, and several large party platters filled with a cheese and dip platter.]

[However, should you follow any of the pathways, the landscape begins to change...]

Who: Anyone
Where: Anywhere
When: Day 208, evening
What: Crazy people going crazy



((OOC: Put your location in your subject line; I won't be tagging everyone, but if you want to be crazy from Ghost Sickness without starting your own post to do it, feel free to hijack part of this one.))

Who: Ophiuchus
Where: Under the Arena
When: Day 206, EARLY MORNING
What:

[The Guardian, who has been strangely quiet and snappish in the days after the events, finally lifts its head. Its tone is quite a bit more neutral, if not back to its slow, staid tone. It might not be quite so dangerous down below...]

Asssss it pleasssesss you. ... Thissss isss progressss.

[There is a rumble, likely waking most of the Ophiuchus members, and Caduceus find themselves wearing the soft silks of the leading team while Uroboros may find their accommodations suddenly lacking.]

Who: Shift and whoever
Where: Main caverns
When: Day 204,
What: Vengeance

[A three-winged plant-angel has been flitting about near the ceilings of the caves, stopping to hide on high ledges and other outcroppings. Why is he doing that?

Well he decided he'd spend the morning sniping random people with a rifle in a fit of petty vengeance for Hydracula trampling him the other day. He's not even too bad a shot. I'm sure there are plenty of people that need to be punished. And if he ends up hitting some innocent people, well, they're rubber bullets anyway.]

((ooc: comedic injury preferred))

Who: Shift + whoever feels like answering him
Where: Ophiuchus
When: Day 200, eveningish?
What:

"Soooo~ who else woke up from a weird trip and remembered bein' from this planet and watchin' it go ta hell? I mean, are we livin' in a zombie? Is that what just happened? Cuz if it was just me I'll stop right there..."

Who: Anyone
Where: Around the common areas
When: Day 200, late afternoon
What:

*after settling his thoughts and a quick nap, someone was planning to head over to the lake... and then remembered it's still offlimits. so now he's wandering around the common areas, clearing his head*

Who: Marisa, anyone
Where: Arena
When: Day 200, afternoon
What: A sharp whistle may draw you to the Arena today, where a purple-haired midboss is sitting over several boxes of supplies, sharpening a sword. She looks up to greet you with a terse nod.

"I want you to see what you can create a weapon out of. Best ones get rewarded."

((Activity: MAKE THE PRETTIEST SHANK OF ALL. Carve a pink shank with sparkles out of a toothbrush? Okay. Classic sharpened piece of wood? Sure. Be creative!))

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."

((Mingle

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ROUND 2
ROUND 2 OVER))

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: 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: 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: ANYONE coming or going
Where: The Delphinian capitol of Dulfim
When: King’s Year 199, springtime (before the flash in the sky)
What: End of the world's a'comin' time for a BAR POST \o\ /o/

[Many people from the richer landlocked nations like Cygnus and Pavo, or neighboring nations without their own ships, like to make their way to Delphinus to seek passage to the northern countries without having to pass through the deserts of Canis or the treacherous swamps and forests to the west. It is generally a more comfortable and speedier journey, more suitable to people who either travel a lot or others who are less used to a wanderers life.

Usually at Dulfim (the capital) there are a lot of comings and goings through the canal and port. However recently, due to the unpredictable tides, more ships have been coming in than going out, and many of Delphinus's larger and more famous seagoing ships have been put to harbor. Walking around the city you notice that there are rumors about how more than several ships met their unlucky ends on the rocks when an unexpected current carried them and smashed them into the islands and reefs that line the mouth of the Delphinian gulf.

AS FOR THESE BEACHED SAILORS... well, what else is there to do but find a tavern until they're reassigned to a smaller ship? It might be somewhere you'll want to head too, as the inn's are filling up quickly with travelers dealing with unexpected delays.]

Who: Ophiuchus, blanks in need of rations and instruction in new rules
Where: ALL the dorms
When: Day 198, morning (or whenever those Ophi get around to it)
What: Special delivery!

((for general early 198 threadings! Put your location in your subject, etc, you know the drill....))

Who: Anyone!
Where: Outside Delpavo dorms
When: Day 197, afternoon
What:

*today outside the Delpavo dorms there's a half-metal dolphin drawing on the ground*


*there is also a sign:

UNIFORM REPAIRS FOR TRADE
all teams welcome!*

Who: Ophiuchus
Where: In the snake's chamber
When: Day 197, evening
What: It IS kind of unusual that the Guardian calls in the evening...

[It is just as the torch's magical lights begin to dim for the evening that every Ophiuchus hears a summons, floating across the surface of their thoughts, seeking their return.]

Gather and heed well: there sssssshall be new ordersssss.