nysalogs | ❪ march event log: taken! ❫

CW: This event log will contain descriptions and threads involving extreme violence, torture, and possible death. While we do not intend to push beyond any boundaries indicated in sign ups, players may opt out of any aspect of their group write-ups that they find uncomfortable.

Characters who have been assigned a role for this month's plot will find specific information about their groups and locations in headers below. We encourage that you thread among your groups within these headers, and as a reminder, only characters with plot roles may participate in rescue threads or hostage situations. All characters, however, are welcome to toplevel and tag in this log.

To receive special commendation and be recognized as heroes in a future post, hostages and rescuers must submit a short summary of their event participation HERE by March 24th.

OVERVIEW

While the riots and fanatic celebrating in Olympia and Wyver have subsided, neither city is naive enough to believe that life has yet returned to normal. There remains a tension among the citizens: not the slow simmer waiting to boil over that had preceded the aforementioned events, but an apprehension and fear that, despite the Royal Guard and Knightryder’s best efforts, the worst is yet to come.

In Olympia, as night falls on the 18th, their fears are proven true.

With their previous attempts at revolution through the riots having fallen short, the anti-Simwe radicals in Olympia carry out a more covert operation in their efforts to seize power. Having compiled a list of persons of interest, observed them, gathered intel and taken efforts to ensure that their movements will not be tracked, the radicals strike on the night of the 18th. The entire operation is discrete, and one by one people go missing from streets, homes, and businesses.

News that the kidnappings were a large scale operation doesn’t break in Olympia until the following day, but whispers have already travelled to a similar group of radicals in Wyver, who, fearing what a political coup in Olympia would mean for Wyver—or, more specifically how this could affect their chances to stage their own coup should Shanrian choose to step in—launch their own gambit for power with a similar scheme in the early hours of the 19th before dawn. Many are taken straight from their homes, or on their way to work.

For all their historical tension and division, Olympia and Wyver aren’t that different once the authorities become aware of what has happened. Both cities remain on the alert. In Olympia, Simwe orders immediate action from the Royal Guard, eager to win over the loyalty of her citizens by showing her commitment to freeing the hostages, while in Wyver, Shanrian is equally quick to take action with the Knightryders. The Altar of Volkkra is one of the most sacred institutions in Wyver, and the threat of the radicals drawing followers using its banner is too great to ignore.

ABDUCTIONS AND THE SEARCH

1. Radical groups in both cities have decided that certain citizens of their respective cities would prove to be valuable hostages. Perhaps you've been traveling between cities. Or maybe you've drawn their attention by being outspoken, excelling at your city job, or being an active citizen with a great reputation. What were you doing before you got snatched up? Did someone attempt to stop this terrible thing from happening, to no avail? Did you put up a valiant fight? Regardless of how it happened, you will be forcibly outfitted with an accessory that renders you completely powerless. The extremists are no strangers to magic, either.

2. Those that didn't sign up can still witness characters being abducted and attempt to stop it, though in the end they'll fail to stop the radicals. Characters who either witness these kidnappings or notice the absences can spread the word via missing persons posters, making calls to action, or embarking on searches. Characters that would ICly look for hostages but did not sign-up for the event can still go investigate, but will ultimately not find any kidnappers. All characters may also conduct investigations in locations not included in the clues.

3. With key figures around the cities abducted, several shops and organizations are left stressed and short-staffed. Characters may find themselves working long hours, and can volunteer to help the Guard/Nightryders as they're stretched thin, as well as other key locations such as the Institute, the Fields of the Exalted, etc. There are also children, elderly people, and pets who have been left without care, due to their guardians being kidnapped. Everyone is asked to lend a helping hand.

TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS

1. As rescues take place, extremists will be fleeing the following locations: Simwe Institute, the Sanctuary, and the Royal Guard Academy for Olympia, and a cave high on Namarak Mountain, or an island tower off the coastline for Wyver. Characters that did not sign-up can still catch and round up fleeing radicals as hostages are rescued, with additional details on what the extremists in a particular region are capable of in the group details below.

2. Hostages, both NPC and PC, will be gradually found and recovered between March 18th to the 24th. With how harrowing the experience is, rescuers and abductees alike may require medical attention and a helping hand. Perhaps you hope to support them with a shoulder to lean on, or by being there on Natha Station when any dead awake. Either way, the extremists may be defeated, but morale across both cities has taken a hit.

3. Healing doesn't always mean taking care of just the physical harm. Affected people in the cities, both PCs and NPCs, may have significant emotional scars from their experience. These are much harder to heal, and may not be going away anytime soon, but the people are doing their best to provide happy distractions to those who were taken hostage. Acts of kindness are encouraged and appreciated. Perhaps you can cook a few meals to take a burden off their shoulders, organize a fundraiser to help with relief efforts, or read a book to someone in recovery. A little bit of your time may go a long way.

FINAL OOC NOTES

Once again, hostages and rescuers may find detailed info on their scenarios in subheaders below. These may also be used as top levels for each group! Additionally, all characters, including those that did not sign up, are welcome to toplevel in this log.

For characters that are dying, please be sure to review the FAQ on death! We've updated it to provide more details for everyone this event.

Don't forget to submit a summary of your event participation to guide our plot forward and earn influence with the NPCs!

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[Cayde's been busy staring at his wristband, eyes narrowed and a posture that suggests he'd be frowning if he could. He's not talking for once, so maybe that's why he actually notices Claire having a bad time. Cayde looks over in her direction, head tilted in concern.]

Hey, you okay?

[She glances over, then back to her arm, which begins to shake. Her first attempt at words is something more like a mmm-- as the panic threatens to take over.]

What they made me drink. It. My skin--

[Is sort of coming off easily, like after a sun burn, but it's thick, healthy skin that's going.]

[Well that's super not normal.]

[Cayde comes a little closer so he can get a look at her, he's no doctor and this isn't exactly the kind of thing that can just be patched up quick and easy but...]

Maybe we can use some of what we got here to clean it up a bit? Stop it getting infected at least.

[She actually is a doctor.]

I don't--I don't think they've left us with anything.

[Slowly, ever so slowly and painfully, she begins to roll her sleeve down. Best she can do is keep it covered.]

It itches. I itch all over.

[Cayde watches the motion, eyebrows upturned in concern for a moment or two before he looks back at her face. He can't fix it but that's not the only way to help. Maybe he can distract her a bit, take her mind off it.]

Try focusing on something else, alright? Like, uh...

[UM]

[...]

Tell me about yourself. What'd you do before you woke up here?

I was a doctor. A surgeon. A healer. [Which isn't really focusing on something else, because as those things, she knows far too much about what's happening to her flesh and the pain that's slowly growing.] I mean, I still am. I work at the Sanctuary.

[Something else.]

You?

I was a, uh... Heh.

[He laughs, looking down at his hands. He's ever actually told anyone what he did before except in the vaguest possible terms, and even then some people seemed to struggle with it. But hey, they can talk about more when this is over if she has any pressing questions.]

We've pretty much been at war with every alien race who's heard of our system for, uh... Well, it's been a while. Like, a long time. Really long.

[it's been a long war, is what he's saying.]

There's those of us, Guardians, who've got the kinda strength and skills to go out there on the front lines and protect the people. A real good Guardian could take out a whole Fallen ketch on their own.

[he's gesturing broadly as he speaks, trying to illustrate it with his hands despite the aches and pains, the way he can feel plating peeling away under his armor. All things considered, he thinks he's doing a pretty good job hiding it.]

Guardians come in three different classes-- [counting them off on his fingers] There's the Warlocks, the Titans. Me? I'm a Hunter. We're the coolest, obviously, I mean. Look at my cloak. And Titans are always wearing these huge shoulders, I don't know what that's about. Honestly, why? Who needs pauldrons bigger than your head, you know? It's insane.

[ u m ]

Anyway, I'm actually, uh. I'm actually Hunter Vanguard, which means I was responsible for all the City-aligned hunters, and co-ordinating with the other Vanguard. Keeping humanity safe, you know?

[Aliens. Oh, okay. Claire's caught between being distracted by that and focusing on the itch beneath her skin, imaging it loosening, and falling off beneath her clothing. Or perhaps her clothing will keep it in place? She blinks, looking to him, watching him moving about. Aliens. War. A sort of soldier.]

So...

[She tries to make sense of it when nothing ever does make sense here.]

You're a specialized soldier.

[A lot of good that did when he landed in here with the rest of them.]

And... you're familiar with... outer space, and all that.

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