❪ event ❫ THE DESCENT: PART ONE -- the overflow.

[natha]

THE PROLOGUE     Your sleep on the night of the 15th is not a restful one, unfortunately. It’s unclear whether you are in a state of half-wakefulness, or dreaming. The voices you hear certainly sound very real. What is it, Sael? —Is everyone asleep?! Every one, yes. Sael, it appears you do not have good news to deliver...? N-No! I don’t know how it slipped past us, but there’s something powerful coming this way. Something hostile. I can barely keep the core systems online! ... I don't know what to do... I see... and we cannot protect Thesa and Alria in addition to transferring the Refugees to Olympia. This force, they waited for this moment. They knew I have been Intervening, and that I have become weak from such Interventions— ... We've been had. It cannot be helped. To save the Refugees on the Stations, we must eject the awoken unto El Nysa. My remaining energy shall go into shielding Thesa— left defenseless, every being we have saved on this station will perish... Sael, where is the ideal location for the landing? Hmm. There aren’t any people within a ten mile radius of The Outlook, and there shouldn’t be any for a few more days. I think that’s the best location right now. Very well. Instruct Zasere and Roman to begin preparations for an emergency eject. This is the only way we can save everyone. I am counting on you to ward off the enemy on the space front. The rest... is up to our Refugees. The alarms are blaring. It shouts against your eardrums, calling you to wake again. This time, you are in new pod, strapped down completely and cushioned tightly against the walls. In truth, you had no idea when you’d gone to sleep, but it is reminiscent of when you had been saved from the force of the Storm. A voice greets you when you come to, while the conversation between Darma and Sael is still fresh on your mind. Despite their voices playing like an old tune in your memory, you still know it is something that happened. Something has gone terribly wrong. You hear Darma speak, her voice loud in your head. Fellow Refugee, I wake you with regrettable news. A force equal to our own is attempting to engage Thesa, no doubt to steal the souls contained here. My energy is near depleted with this last Intervention, so I cannot send you to the grounds safely as originally intended. However, there is hope yet.This power shall instead shield Thesa and Alria — and believe in me when I swear no one shall be hurt. Your loved ones are safe with us. —Unfortunately, that is at your expense. Your descent will not be an easy one. This pod that contains you shall pierce through El Nysa's atmosphere and land you on an island west of Olympia, simply called The Outlook. Travel east. Find the West Outpost, then continue east until you find the Olympian North Gate. There is a method to this madness. You shall be sent in waves. The inhumanly strong shall be first. The parachute will soften the landing, but I am aware of all your capabilities. The first wave will survive the drop, and will work tirelessly to secure the others. Find your bearings, and ensure the safety of the second wave. They are the healers and medics. Catch their pods, ease their landings, make certain that they shall not be harmed, because you will need them for your wounds. The third wave are your strongmen. They shall help clear the debris and take people to safety, making way for the fourth wave, those can conjure magic to help. Bring everyone to a safe distance. A supply drop will follow soon after; it shall contain tents and tools that will be useful for the long night. The fifth and sixth waves are largely vulnerable humans. With your combined efforts, you shall survive this great misfortune. Forgive us, Refugee. Leave the Moons to us, my promise to you is still in tact— focus on what you can do for others like you. Helping at least two (2) Refugees will earn you one (1) Natha REP. Threads must be AC length to qualify, and can be submitted HERE by JULY 31st. THE DESCENT     FIRST WAVE. The instructions are clear. Those who are a part of the First Wave should be equipped with physical strength and fortitude to survive the drop or the power to regenerate and heal their own wounds. While the pods are already designed to cushion some of the impact, as this is the first group, it will likely to be the most jarring. In all of the waves, some of the pods will malfunction and offer no cushion at all. They will be expected to quickly find their bearings. Their mission isn’t simply just landing, after all. The first wave will be expected to help the next wave, and the wave after that. Whether through their abilities or brute strength, they will be expected to help soften the landing for those who are falling. They will also be expected to pry open hatches, carry people to safety, and to just... survive. It’s not always easy being first. SECOND WAVE. Within the next hour, it’s time for the Second Wave to make their descent. You were selected based upon your aptitude for healing and/or being able to administer first aid. Perhaps you can help the tired and weary. Maybe those who have landed have have strength, but no stamina. Either way, it may be unwise to exhaust all their abilities at once. The night is long, and you may want to conserve their energy for the next waves to come. At least you’ll have help in getting settled. THIRD WAVE. Akin to the First Wave, the Third Wave will possess some durability, and some manner of strength, making you a reliable ally. Especially in a time of crisis... Or so we hope. While the landing is tough, and some of you may need first aid. As soon as you’re all healed up, you’ll have no time to dawdle. Your help is required. “Please help those still trapped in pods. Carry those unconscious to safety. Lift debris, and rescue all you can.” May be a vague message still stuck in the back of your head. Something whispered to you while you were just waking. Well, might as well roll with it. It’s the best shot you have, after all. FOURTH WAVE. Those in the Fourth Wave, as Darma projects, were selected due to the versatility of their abilities. No one expects one man to do the same as the next. Rather, that’s precisely the point: to be different. To be able to accomplish something unique. While one individual may be blessed with powers that assist in putting out fires, another may have the ability to shield those from oncoming debris. Maybe one even has the ability to channel all of these. Regardless, it’s up to you and your quick wits to see what tasks are open. It’ll take some coordination, especially as there are more people mixing into the fray, but, you can do it, can’t you? FIFTH WAVE. If you are in the Fifth Wave it is likely that you have a specific power or ability. One that isn’t easily channeled or called upon. Or, perhaps, you were merely placed here for insurance. Whatever the case if, your expertise will presently be put to the test. Maybe you’re quite proficient in survival skills, and you’re already eyeing the supplies that were dropped between the Fourth Wave and now. Goods all ready to be salvaged. Okay, maybe some can’t, but as they say, “it’s the thought that counts.” Besides, the injured from earlier certainly need a space to rest, and camp isn’t going to make itself. Regardless, maybe you feel more comfortable joining in the efforts to assist those who still require it. Whatever it is, you are sure to find your place and use. Darma obviously held the same faith. FINAL WAVE. The Final Wave is fortunate in a variety of ways. With Thesa Station a bit more stabilized, Darma utilizes the last bit of her powers in insuring that these last remaining pods are met with the softest landing, right beside the fifth, that is. The fragility of life is nothing she is unfamiliar with, after all. Still, that isn’t to say nothing is expected of you. Most of the individuals that have dropped earlier will likely be exhausted. An hour stretched between each one, makes several hours for the first couple of waves. They'll need a place to relax. You will act as the final group of helpers. Settle into whatever role feels best for you. Are you an excellent cook? Great at rationing supplies? Perhaps, you have a secret skill in ______ that might come in handy here? Or, maybe, despite the gentler landing you still managed to get hurt. The sky's the limit, and you got this! Meanwhile, in the distant kingdom of Olympia, the Empress and her loyal subject discuss matters late into the night... I’ll have the results of that dragon toxin study ready for you soon, Your Highness. I just need a few helpers to— oh wow, is that a meteor shower? Oh yes, it appears so. How beautiful.. hehe. Let us thank Thesa for this blessing. GATHER YOUR BEARINGS     All in all, the descent lasts for nearly seven hours. After the deployment of the last wave of refugees, it’s only natural that you may be feeling pretty worn out. A. Within the remains of the pods, Refugees will find basic camping supplies such as small tents, sleeping bags, and compasses. Not all of the supplies remain intact, thanks to the impact of the crash. But, sharing resources will ensure there is enough for everyone to rest for the night. Can you really in good conscience leave that stranger next to you without shelter? B. Although you may be tired after such a life-threatening ordeal, there is still work to be done to ensure your survival. Fortunately, it works out because now there are plenty of empty hands. There are stray debris and metal parts that should be collected and disposed of. There's firewood that needs to be collected, and campfires to upkeep. The nights in the Outlook are particularly chilly, and so it will be imperative to keep warm! C. Your clothes are tattered or too bloodied to sleep on with comfortably. Fortunately, Darma thought ahead. There will be various types of clothing provided, mostly robes that resemble her own in earthy tones, all to help them camouflage you for your next big adventure. FINAL OOC NOTE     This INTRO event will be broken up into three parts! Please keep this in mind when plotting your threads/tag load. PART 3 Will be up on JULY 22ND, at 6 PM EST. We will not provide an additional CAPTCHA for this overflow. Players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals in the event this overflow gets close to CAPTCHA. These threads remain eligible for AC, AC Rewards, and REP. The NETWORK is currently down, as Sael must concentrate all of his efforts on warding off the invading force. Characters may still message each other's personal IC inboxes. Submit two (2) AC-eligible threads from this log for one (1) Natha Orbiter REP point here by JULY 31ST. Recommended Listening: Alex & TOKYO Rose PART ONE | PART ONE (overflow) | PART TWO | PART THREE QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● world ● map ● reputation ● npcs taken ● reserves ● application calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

Comments

hawke

[judicia]

( from here )

( Oh. Well, that explains some of it. It explains, at least, how she knows that there is another version of her, that Anders may not know her if his Hawke is the same one Fenris knows.

It's still really weird, though. Having Hawke sitting here before him, with the same familial resemblance and snarky attitude, but only as a woman. Anders takes a seat down next to her, his camouflage cloak wrapped pulled a little more closely around him. )

You can also use it to catch crumbs. ( He points out, with one hand pointing up toward his chin stubble. A smile touches his lips faintly. ) Does that mean you're a mage, too, then?

[otiosity]

Right? And if you catch enough of them, there's a snack for later. It sounds awfully convenient though slightly itchy.

[She stretches out a little, her posture relaxing as Anders starts to joke too. Joking is good. They both like to joke. t's always been their thing. And when he mentions being a mage, her face brightens.]

Of course I am! I can't imagine being anything else. ...Though the fact that I'm able to imagine myself as a handsome bearded man but not as a normal person probably says something about me. Maybe the fact that I really like beards.

[judicia]

( His smile grows with amusement at the quips. Maker, but she really does sound like him, and Anders can't say that he isn't constantly endeared by it. It almost feels like home, with them sitting by the fire like this, all tired and weary after a long day of helping people. )

Do you think I should grow one? ( He suggests, mostly as a joke, but maybe not. It depends on how long they might out here slumming it in the wilderness. Anders rubs his hand along the side of his cheek before dropping it down in his lap, admitting, )

I doubt mine would look as good, though.

[otiosity]

Hmmm.

[Hawke leans closer to him inspecting his face like she's looking over some kind of important artifact that requires a keen eye and a lot of brainpower to decipher.]

Depends on the look for you're going for. If it's "I've been kidnapped far from home and any proper shaving tools and I'm very cross" then I'd definitely go for it.

[Then she beams.]

I bet it's the best beard in all of the Free Marches.

[Well, she certainly likes building herself when its himself up apparently.

[judicia]

( He's amused to see that she's taking this so seriously. Or pretending to, anyway. Once she finally gives him her evaluation, though, he snorts. )

Well, I am kidnapped far from home without any proper shaving tools. I don't know if I look very cross about it, though. I could try frowning more?

( Thinking about Fenris would probably do the trick for that. Anders is still a little miffed that he almost didn't help him break out of his pod, but he'll get over it. )

So far, that's really the only difference. But I'm curious — what year was it for you, in Kirkwall? ( He's already run into someone claiming to be from Thedas' future, so. He has to ask. )

[otiosity]

More frowning, definitely. Perhaps a bit of squinting and looking cross while you mutter to yourself under your breath.

[She leans back then to observe his currently frown-less face. It's an interesting question and something she never considered. If she could be a man, perhaps they could all come from different years.]

9:36. I became Champion a bit over a year and a half ago. I've had to go to so many parties and city celebrations and it's just dreadful. I was planning on starting to learn how to put on an excellent fake flu show.

[judicia]

I'll see what I can do.

( But not right now. He's having a hard time doing anything other than smiling and enjoying the easy, friendly company that Hawke always seems to bring. Her answer even seems to relax a bit further. )

I'm only behind you by a year, then. ( That's good. He doesn't know if he can trust anything that that elf told him about the future, but if it's true, it's not going to be kind for any of them. )

Sounds like I haven't missed much. Unless you have some stories about nobles tripping over each other's cloaks and landing in the punch bowl.

[otiosity]

Only year? Does that make me your senior? You're technically still older but I have all the important details that I can use to help you shape your life. It's like advice but cheating.

[Except the past year was pretty quiet. She'd still been recovering from the battle with the Arishok after all.]

Oh, I have so many of those. In fact, I might have started a new sporting event that involves how you can get a noble to trip into a punch bowl.

[judicia]

It could be worse, you know. You could be trapped at a dinner party with a bunch of Orlesians.

( Though it would be more monumentally hilarious watching them fall face first, ridiculous head piece and all, into a bowl of punch or dessert table. The smile on his face lingers for a moment as he thinks about it, before moving onto to the less amusing admission, )

Would you be disappointed if I told you that someone already gave me some important details?

[otiosity]

Don't say that. I've heard if you say "Orlais" too many times they appear out of the void.

[She leans back to look at him. There wasn't much for her to tell him. The past year had been fairly quiet as she'd been still recovering. Certainly no details that she could consider important.]

Well, that's no fair. You know how much I like to drop shocking news. Though having to hear it is much less fun.