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felldenlogs2019-10-07 04:32 pm
pauldron) wrote in felldenlogs2019-10-07 04:32 pm
(OPEN) The Gathering Storm
WHO: Lightning and anyone!
WHAT: Trying to salvage what can be salvaged, and gathering what can be gathered.
WHERE: Kyst, farms in Moon territory, and forests anywhere.
WHEN: Oct.8th - Oct.21st
WARNINGS: Rotten food and likely animal death (hunting context).
Kyst
[Kyst is bedecked in orange and green, red and black. Banners hang from doorways and balconies, the deep colors of All Hallow's Eve having changed the city's look entirely. The mood in the streets is festive, children celebrating and the adults in high spirits as they prepare for the colder months to come.
"No, no, no! This is all wrong!"
At least, so long as one stays out of the east markets. The normal hustle and bustle has been replaced by something a little more frantic, every seller that once sold fruits and vegetables scrambling through their stalls, their voices pitched high as they call back and forth between one another. It's at one of these stalls that Lightning can be found, knife in one hand and what was once a firm apple in the other. The merchant who owns the stall, hands on his head, stares at it.
"How can this be happening?! How many apples is this?!]
Fifteen. They're all like this.
["Try another! You--" Grabbing another apple and a knife, he forces them into the hands of anyone unlucky enough to be walking near enough to grab. "Help us! Sort through anything that's not rotten and--Em!" He turns, calling after his teenage helper, "Bring out the other barrel! We have to sort through all of it!"
And then he's gone, darting off to go deal with something else. Lightning's still frowning at the apple in her hands, the once firm cream flesh turned to brown mush. Food doesn't rot this fast, does it? If the apple in the newcomer's hand is anything like hers, anything like the rest of the poor merchant's stall, then that's the norm here.
This...isn't good.]
Moon
[As the days go by, the situation only gets worse. What was left of the harvest has all but rotted by now, but what's left in the fields is no better. The farms within Moon territory are scrambling, trying to save what they can, and it's all hands on deck. Lightning has been here before, helped to protect this farm before the Harvest, so the owner knows her. It's why he's fine with leaving her giving orders to a group of farmhands, and anyone unlucky enough to have come by this way.]
Rotten wheat over there, good wheat towards the silos!
[Over there being in a big pile left in a large patch of freshly turned mud. Lightning's got her hair tied back, a red scarf wound around her mouth and nose. The farmhands, their masks and gloves tied tight around their own faces and hands, dump once golden and now blackened wheat into the pile before they scramble back. Lightning holds up a hand, flames dancing to life in her palm before she lets it fly and--
The whole pile goes up in flames. It does nothing for the smell, smoke mixing with rot, and Lightning tucks her scarf up a little higher on her face. Her eyes are hard as she turns to the nearest farmhand.]
Bring the next batch!
[Help out or stay out of the way. She's going to be busy for a while.]
Wilds
[The situation is getting worse by the day. As the farm workers and merchants scramble to salvage what they can, as the cooks and bakers hurry to preserve what they can, Lightning is taking a different approach. Putting her in a kitchen would be a pure disaster, plain and simple, but hunting? Hunting she can do. Not as well as Fang, and she's not the most subtle woman in this world, but meat is meat. It's the best option they've got.
It's why she's out here, probably lost and definitely not where she started, crouched in a copse of trees with her deep blue cloak drawn tight around her and her sword in hand. Across the way? A deer nosing through the undergrowth for choice morsels to eat. It hasn't seemed to notice Lightning's presence, but the approach of another person will certainly set it off. As it is, any rustle of brush or snap of twig will turn three heads towards the noise; the deer, Lightning, and Lightning's accompanying spirit, though the latter is clearly the most relaxed of the three. Join them in the hunt? Spook the deer off to save it from the wrong side of the dinner table? Totally your call.]
(ooc: Lightning will be on patrol in Kyst and various locations in Moon for Week 2, so feel free to hit her up anywhere there, or hit me on Plurk (![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
saratogaroad) and we can work out a custom starter!)
WHAT: Trying to salvage what can be salvaged, and gathering what can be gathered.
WHERE: Kyst, farms in Moon territory, and forests anywhere.
WHEN: Oct.8th - Oct.21st
WARNINGS: Rotten food and likely animal death (hunting context).
Kyst
[Kyst is bedecked in orange and green, red and black. Banners hang from doorways and balconies, the deep colors of All Hallow's Eve having changed the city's look entirely. The mood in the streets is festive, children celebrating and the adults in high spirits as they prepare for the colder months to come.
"No, no, no! This is all wrong!"
At least, so long as one stays out of the east markets. The normal hustle and bustle has been replaced by something a little more frantic, every seller that once sold fruits and vegetables scrambling through their stalls, their voices pitched high as they call back and forth between one another. It's at one of these stalls that Lightning can be found, knife in one hand and what was once a firm apple in the other. The merchant who owns the stall, hands on his head, stares at it.
"How can this be happening?! How many apples is this?!]
Fifteen. They're all like this.
["Try another! You--" Grabbing another apple and a knife, he forces them into the hands of anyone unlucky enough to be walking near enough to grab. "Help us! Sort through anything that's not rotten and--Em!" He turns, calling after his teenage helper, "Bring out the other barrel! We have to sort through all of it!"
And then he's gone, darting off to go deal with something else. Lightning's still frowning at the apple in her hands, the once firm cream flesh turned to brown mush. Food doesn't rot this fast, does it? If the apple in the newcomer's hand is anything like hers, anything like the rest of the poor merchant's stall, then that's the norm here.
This...isn't good.]
Moon
[As the days go by, the situation only gets worse. What was left of the harvest has all but rotted by now, but what's left in the fields is no better. The farms within Moon territory are scrambling, trying to save what they can, and it's all hands on deck. Lightning has been here before, helped to protect this farm before the Harvest, so the owner knows her. It's why he's fine with leaving her giving orders to a group of farmhands, and anyone unlucky enough to have come by this way.]
Rotten wheat over there, good wheat towards the silos!
[Over there being in a big pile left in a large patch of freshly turned mud. Lightning's got her hair tied back, a red scarf wound around her mouth and nose. The farmhands, their masks and gloves tied tight around their own faces and hands, dump once golden and now blackened wheat into the pile before they scramble back. Lightning holds up a hand, flames dancing to life in her palm before she lets it fly and--
The whole pile goes up in flames. It does nothing for the smell, smoke mixing with rot, and Lightning tucks her scarf up a little higher on her face. Her eyes are hard as she turns to the nearest farmhand.]
Bring the next batch!
[Help out or stay out of the way. She's going to be busy for a while.]
Wilds
[The situation is getting worse by the day. As the farm workers and merchants scramble to salvage what they can, as the cooks and bakers hurry to preserve what they can, Lightning is taking a different approach. Putting her in a kitchen would be a pure disaster, plain and simple, but hunting? Hunting she can do. Not as well as Fang, and she's not the most subtle woman in this world, but meat is meat. It's the best option they've got.
It's why she's out here, probably lost and definitely not where she started, crouched in a copse of trees with her deep blue cloak drawn tight around her and her sword in hand. Across the way? A deer nosing through the undergrowth for choice morsels to eat. It hasn't seemed to notice Lightning's presence, but the approach of another person will certainly set it off. As it is, any rustle of brush or snap of twig will turn three heads towards the noise; the deer, Lightning, and Lightning's accompanying spirit, though the latter is clearly the most relaxed of the three. Join them in the hunt? Spook the deer off to save it from the wrong side of the dinner table? Totally your call.]
(ooc: Lightning will be on patrol in Kyst and various locations in Moon for Week 2, so feel free to hit her up anywhere there, or hit me on Plurk (
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My world doesn't have ghosts. The dead stay dead.
[The Cie'th are another story, but one that she's not about to get into tonight. Leaning back on her hands, she turns to Syrlya.]
How about you? Are hauntings a thing back home for you?
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[Things have escalated from 'no ghosts' to 'murderous army of ghosts'.] At the moment it's impossible to get any of them to pass on.
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An army of vengeful ghosts. Right. [And she thought things were bad here. Wow.] Better hope we don't end up with that same problem here.
["Aye...aye," The old farmer shakes off his surprise, "That'd be something we don't rightly need. Gods, lad. What sort of mess is your world to have that sort of thing running around?"]
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... Maybe not for now.]
That really isn't the biggest mess we have to clean up. [He shakes his head with a wry smile.] It's really a beautiful place though, Tyria. Worth fighting all the trouble for it.
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At that, Lightning looks down into the fire. It's so easy to get lost in the big, god-betrayal side of things sometimes. So easy to forget that, at the end of the day, these people need help, too.]
Thank us when the fighting's done. We've got a long way to go.
["You sure do. You can start by hunting down the Empress' ghost!" The younger farmer chimes in with a grin. "Get her to stop rotting our food and we'll cook you all a feast!"]
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["Deal." At least the mood is lightening up a little--there's not much they can do in this moment, so they should take the respite while they can.]