❪ event ❫ hour of ruin

[natha]

HOUR OF RUIN     Sometime after midnight, after preparations have been put aside in favor of drinks and rest, a thunderous beating of wings shatters the air — the High Dragon Ysverai, once again risen. The sound echoes high off Namarak Mountain, but travels easily to both Wyver and Olympia: scream after scream rends the still night, as though a creature were dying rather than being born again. Having only had days to plan their defense against the creature, Olympia and Wyver snatch up their arms. The Royal Guard and the Knightryders can be seen on their steeds hurrying through the cities, because Ysverai doesn't remain isolated at the mountain's peak for long. There are pictures of Ysverai in abundance throughout both cities, but the creature that circles in the sky looks nothing like the majestic creature spoken of in history books. Even from far below, wounds and lacerations can be seen marring what should be smooth scales, and blood falls with every beat of the dragon's wings. The damage becomes more clear when moonlight illuminates Ysverai, revealing the rotting dragon for all to see. The sight of flesh peeling away and thick blood where it oozes from his cracked, greyish hide is as frightening as the power he possesses. REASON'S TRANSCENDENCE     Mad from the anguish of his forced revival, Ysverai will show none of his renowned wisdom or compassion, mindless and seeking to inflict his pain onto whatever emerges in his path. His very presence creates chaos: animals (Olympia | Wyver) domesticated and wild, flee from the merest hint of his approach, panicked and stampeding in wild droves. The reason is obvious: organic matter exposed too long to his presence begins to rot and decay. A field he lands in rots and lies fallow. Buildings crack and crumble, their supports pitted and corroded as though they've been left in disrepair for years. Even the ground that Ysverai walks upon is tainted; a corrosive sludge bubbles up in his massive, clawed footsteps, the ground beneath him putrefied and toxic, oozing corruption. This sludge can be tar-like, poisonous and sucking people in like quicksand; panic, and you'll only sink faster. Prolonged exposure to Ysverai takes a mental toll on anyone in his proximity as well. Effects similar to those from being near his heart — selfish desires and lowered inhibitions — will begin to fester in those around him. Every time Ysverai roars, pain will run through all those that hear him — a pain not just physical, but of true, anguished heartbreak. Those who hear Ysverai will feel (to a degree of your choosing) a sharing of his pain, the agony of flesh rotting from their bodies, blood oozing from under their skin, and a terrible, incandescent fury — and beneath that, a gut-wrenching sadness. This effect is further enhanced by any exposure to Ysverai's blood, and being drenched in greater quantities will cause one to become more in sync with the dragon. Finally, Ysverai is aggressive, attacking anyone and anything that approaches. He starts by breathing out a smog, acidic and putrefying — characters caught directly by this attack will find that medicine and healing magic of any kind hurts them for hours after exposure. The dragon will ignite the smog to breathe fire, if sparingly. IN WYVER     Ysverai's shadow falls over the near reaches of Wyver first. Upon hearing Ysverai's cry, the dragons in Wyver become completely frenzied, turning against their partners among the Knightryders without the slightest resistance. Those familiar with dragons might deduce that they're in pain, though they don't show any sign of injury. The dragons knock their riders off their backs in midair and dive at citizens, jaws wide. Any attempts to soothe them will be long fought, achieved with great difficulty, and will see them retreat into a cowering state. It's not just the airborne Knightryders taking to the defense of the city however, and people on the ground are mobilizing as well. On rooftops across the city are cannons set to fire harpoons. And if the spearheads alone aren't enough to injure the beast, they're coated with a paralyzing poison as well. Unfortunately, the soldiers stationed on the rooftops are prime targets to the frenzied dragons populating Wyver's skies, leaving the cannons open for ordinary citizens to use should they choose. Left alone too long, and cannons may fall under the control of the few remaining radicals that had opted not to flee the cities to join up with their leader Raysc, choosing instead to wait for an opportune moment to unleash their anger on the people of Wyver. These radicals will need to be dealt with before they can turn the cannons upon Wyver's defenders. IN OLYMPIA     In Olympia, the gryphon partners of the Royal Guard react with immediate hostility to anyone showing signs of Ysverai's influence. Their keen senses allow them to pick up the smell of Ysverai's blood and they attack anyone with so much as a drop of tainted blood on them. Those who bear lingering effects of Ysverai's mental attack and who remain in sync with the dragon after hearing Ysverai's cry are also targeted and must face the gryphons' wrath without mercy or restraint. The gryphons must be disabled, for Olympia will not look upon any injury to their prized steeds lightly. However, the gryphons also show some resistance to Ysverai's cry, which is a great boon in battle against the dragon — gryphons that have lost their riders will be available for use, able to carry two passengers at a time. The people of Olympia aren't planning to restrict their offense to pure brute force, and the mages of the city can be seen across Olympia wielding enchanted chains, using telekinesis in the hopes of restraining Ysverai and assisting in the airborne troops. But like the decaying buildings and wildlife, Ysverai is warping the magic around him, the chains faltering as they approach him, whipping back toward the city instead to cage whoever happens to be closest. It's not just the enchanted chains either, but other magic might behave erratically in his presence, as if the very essence of the spells have been corrupted. VIRTUOUS VERSE     Both cities realize they need to seek survival rather than victory against Ysverai, switching gears to carry out diversion efforts and evacuation plans. It falls to refugees to continue the offensive while the Royal Guard and the Knightryders devote their attention to ensuring the safety of the citizens as they flee. With official forces stretched thin, civilians and refugees alike will also need to step up to help herd citizens toward safety among a maze of collapsing buildings. Others will need to see to gathering resources for the evacuation, and while gathering non perishables is easy enough, it's considerably harder to wrangle livestock into cooperating amidst such chaos. Those fighting may be asked to act as bait for Ysverai. Chatter through official troops speaks of a switch in strategy: the objective now is capture the dragon's attention and draw him away from the populous cities and towards the South Outpost. Whether or not it's possible to defeat the dragon remains uncertain, but there's no question that it will be easier to battle him without worrying about civilians. THE RAGE     Luckily, the dragon is indiscriminate in his rage, and easily lured so long as a suitably infuriating target is before him. It doesn't take long to draw him to the South Outpost, but the trail of destruction he leaves in his wake is vast. Once there, the combined forces are greeted not just by Ysverai, but also by the appearance of Ysverai's master. How bravely you've all come to meet your doom! Great heroes, one and all, ha! I welcome you, bring your best. Show me the power that's protected Olympia and Wyver, all that you have to offer me, whatever pitiful excuse for valor you seek to cling to when the fear has you cowering in your beds. All will be for naught in the face of Ysverai's might! Let history witness the day the glory of war is reignited — the day that Wyver remembers its fangs once more! Come, Ysverai, last and greatest of the High Dragons! Come, and restore Wyver to its rightful place! Come, fulfill the promise as our protector that you could not in life! Raysc lifts a gleaming device as he issues his command. Red lights blink and blood, the same oozing liquid that drips from Ysverai's many wounds, runs in clear tubes through the device. Ysverai rears back as Raysc makes adjustments to a control panel — and then lunges forward, mouth agape. With a single swallow, Raysc meets his end. Raysc's attempt to control the dragon has only enraged him further, spurring Ysverai on to new heights of fury. It's become more vital than ever to face the dragon and take him down here and now. A few effective strategies are learned from research efforts and observed while defending Olympia and Wyver: goading the dragon into breathing fire will hurt him, burning him from the inside out, and attacks to his joints, eyes, wings, and exposed bone are effective. Ice is a natural repellent to dragons and can be used defensively or to weaken the dragon's hide. Healing spells will also react unnaturally to Ysverai's flesh, hastening his decay. However, while concentrated efforts will lock him down, Ysverai cannot be permanently killed in this state — his flesh constantly rots and spawns anew. Attacking him here is to protect civilians, keeping him busy to avoid mass destruction elsewhere. Therefore, the battle is one of attrition, a matter of a race against time. You must destroy his flesh faster than it is able to regenerate to have any hope of victory. Finally, when Ysverai is weakening, little more than bones with a few last vestiges of rotten meat hanging from a skeleton, the pathetic remnants of the last High Dragon takes to the skies. His wings are barely intact enough to carry him, yet desperation lifts him, higher and higher, until he lets out one great, earth-shaking roar. A roar that carries across the battlefield, sending all who hear it to their knees. A roar that shatters the swords in soldiers' hands, that rends apart the very air itself — Ysverai's last act, a great curse upon El Nysa, to bring down the sky. AND THE WORLD STOOD STILL     The terror of Ysverai's destruction hangs overhead — a tear in the sky, darkness pouring through, tendrils reaching down towards El Nysa to swallow up the planet in the dragon's final act of revenge. And yet nothing moves. A halo of brilliant light surrounds the rift in the sky, holding the grasping, hungry tendrils in check. And on the planet, not a creature moves. Not a blade of grass stirs. You're not able to even draw a breath. No matter where you are, not even the heart in your chest is beating. Everything has stopped — time has come to a standstill. In a wash of light, an aurora of transport, you find yourself delivered to Thesa Station. Darma stands before you, her expression solemn, perhaps even grim, though that may just be a trick of the station's harsh lighting. She explains what has happened in short order: planetside, time has been completely frozen. We have seen the birth and end of worlds. The rise and fall of civilizations infinite times over. We have seen all threads of possibilities that could have lead to this very moment... Or should have. Perhaps you might doubt our sincerity when we say this comes as a surprise to us, as well... Special technology has been used to blind us. To this day, we only know of one region capable of creating and utilizing such technology... you will find this technology in a city known as Nadril. We understand that you have created a life down in Wyver and Olympia, but now we must ask that you put that life on pause. We ask you to travel to Nadril and find the original Refugee, and with him, answers. As you will discover, he does not wish to speak to us. It is no matter. By now it is too late to keep the Nysan public unaware of our existence. We commend the efforts of those who wish to protect their comrades on the battlefield below, but a creature like poor Ysverai, twisted and warped, given unnatural life with terrible magic and technology, does not simply go down with manpower. Please, leave Ysverai to us. Time on the planet will remain stopped while we determine how to deal with the dragon. For now, rest and recover your strength. We have returned, and soon, there will be new refugees awakening. Perhaps you might like to prepare yourselves to greet them? I'm sorry that I can't answer more questions, but for now, all our attention must turn to finding a way to stop what Ysverai has wrought. A bank of monitors behind Darma displays the battlefield below: Ysverai's frozen, looming figure and the breach in the sky, and the Natha's halo, holding the destruction back. Though time passes normally on Thesa Station, El Nysa remains frozen, and all Refugees are unable to return to the planet until Ysverai's menace is dealt with. Luckily, with the Natha's return, full functionality has also returned to the station. The lights and environmentals are back to full power, access to all areas has been restored, the cafeteria is serving its normal offerings, and there's no evidence of any glitching or malfunctions. Doubtless, the period of rest is much needed after the hard-fought battle. For now, with time on El Nysa at a standstill, there's little else to be done but enjoy the reprieve aboard Thesa Station. FINAL OOC NOTE     Characters that reach an AC length action thread in this event will receive 2 rep for all factions, including Natha. Note that while these are split up for ease of processing, players may submit for all three. OLYMPIA | WYVER | NATHA Players can expect this event to run three days ICly before everyone is teleported to Thesa Station! From thereon, all characters will be grounded at the Station until the Test Drive Meme later this month. 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[godslay]

I've had worse.

[ Like being pulled apart piece by piece to be remade.

Dragon teeth? Much more manageable.

She nods in acknowledgment, forcing her breathing to come a little more evenly, trying to encourage more of the calm in the beast still biting into her arm. ]

That's probably the source.

[ She presses again at the back of the dragon's jaw, and it gives a growl that doesn't have the same substantial aggression of before. ]

It's frightened, not— trying to tear me apart.

[reek]

[ Still, he looks doubtful, but he nods.

You saved Jeyne Poole, he tries to force himself to remember. You can stay calm enough to stay with Sansa.

In truth, he isn’t so sure. His mind and heart are both still racing, and he can’t still his hands from wringing together. He nods once more, though. “No” is not an answer. ]

All right. I'm...I'm sorry.

[ayes]

[You is quiet for a bit, and then blurts out:] I'm gonna sing at it.

[nineteenfortyfive]

I should be the one apologizing. I'm so sorry you were [are, have been, might forever be] so frightened. I should have been here.

[He's no child but there's no denying the pool of guilt in her belly. She's felt it before. So many times she wasn't there for Brianna, too busy at the hospital, unable to hand off her patients to anyone else or unable to step away because she was a woman in a man's field and couldn't afford it. It had almost been fatal when a frustrated babysitter left Bree unattended when Claire was (once more) late. She'd been struck by a car searching for her mother. Where were you?

A few bumps and scrapes were enough for Claire to consider leaving her career behind. Seeing Theon, seeing Reek, is almost enough to make her want to say to hell with everyone else and stay with him.]

I'm sorry.

[nineteenfortyfive]

If you keep going, you'll end up on the floor, and I'll be dragging you to the nearest bed.

[... which she might be able to manage, with him, but she'd rather not.]

[steponme]

It bled on you?

[He's not asking for Chuuya to clarify -- no, his expression says he knows exactly what that entails. He saw plenty of people driven into insanity by that things blood...]

[He can't give him a hug, but he can reach out and take Chuuya's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.]

...we're both here now. And right now... that's all that matters. We're alive.

[inaurare]

[his chuckle is short-lived and wry as he dips his head. That sounds... undignified, but if he passes out without having to think too much on this mess, so much the better.

It is not the best of goals, of course, but an oblivious rest doesn't seem such a bad idea.]

[willrevile]

[ Maybe Jim'll bring it up when the Natha come back - though, currentJim has no idea that'll happen, so it's just: this. Total hell. ]

Alright. C'mon. [ Jim moves ahead, doing his best to clear a path for the other man and his enormous gun. They have to move quickly, he knows, before the whole thing rusts. His own phaser may be escaping the awful slowness that's already eating away at the mobile suits and other metal only because it's so small, and not doing a whole lot of damage. Just taking pot shots to move things around.

The battle rages with elemental refugee powers, more giant robots-- they have to duck flying debris that turns out to be chunks of rotting meat. Ysverai just regenerates, awful and black and bloody. ]

[inaurare]

Mm. Give me a moment?

[because it's different, not being in the infirmary as a patient, and he needs a second to find his way around; push up his sleeves, wash his hands and at least cover up his clothes if he can't change them.

Chuuya's clothes are probably done and there are spares, at least for the patients; gowns and loose-fitting basics. They'll get round to that, though, better to clean up first and he brings in several trips some bowls of water and cleaning cloths.

Even to have water again, goodness...]

Where can I start...?

[emblazes]

Jeeze...now he's being likened to a child. Nevermind that he's not half as old as he acts. And there's nothing worse than a teenager who acts forty-five. Alas, it's all clarified without incident; point taken. Keith did recall the whole debacle, and Keith rarely remembers anything aside from cryptid encounters, space and space rebellions.

"Yeah."

A bland agreement; he'll note the empty space directly to Axel's right, left...when he talks about people he gives a damn about. Not that he suspect him of being dishonest for the sake of feigned popularity, it's just interesting in a weird way.

"This place doesn't like giving us all the answers a lot of the time -- glad your friends are doing fine."

That...that was courteous enough, right? It sounds like they're fine, anyway. He hadn't been provided with the whole narrative. If there's any resentment to be found on his voice, it's only because the orbiters make him super mad everyday...nbd...which is totally what this is about. On the other hand, for the first time in a while, he's glad most of his peers remain in stasis.

[inaurare]

[he doesn't look entirely sure - it's dangerous to go alone; that's why they stopped, and it's a moment before he seems to find some conviction and nods.]

...be safe, please.

[he trusts Venom can handle himself. But already shaken, he will still worry until the other man gets back.]

[emblazes]

[At first, he believes the freeze is intended for him, barring the fact that he's more or less stuck where he is. Not stuck-stuck, it's just that his bones/muscles/etc would appreciate another moment to recuperate. The light's nothing short of blinding, his vision's somewhat spotty thereafter too -- like the after-affects of a camera's flash. Overall, he's fine, and while his attention is being stolen in every single direction...]

I'm fine-!

[Adrenaline has him rising to his feet, patting the seat of his pants once or twice, testing his nose for damage (it doesn't feel broken, just bloodied) and...

then he's running for cover. Just for a second. He's gotta pursue that first dragon, regain his knife and such. He really should stop throwing it around as it bears so much significance to him. At the end of the day, it's still a practical weapon.

...Usually, at least.]

You focus on that one, I'll handle the first one!

[That's...that's an efficient way of differentiating the two, right?]

[willrevile]

Get her steady between you both and ready to go, [ Jim says without looking back at them. If he had healing powers or some way to teleport them, he'd do so, but things are what they are. ] We're going to head up then east to where the Knightryders set up a checkpoint, I passed it earlier.

[ There's no breathing room, but Jim manages a glance over his shoulder anyway, just to make sure. ] Alright, on three-- Three, let's go.

[ A couple meters out and a dragon shrieks, but fortunately, it's not Ysverai - just one of the ones from the Field. 'Just'; it's still the size of an elephant, and fucking furious. Jim's aim is good, but it's wriggly, and he just ends up blasting a hole through its wing, which causes it to slam into the side of a building. Cannonfire gets it after, but debris still sprays them. Jim darts back and stands over the other three people he's with, John and our two friends, pieces of rubble bouncing harmlessly off of him with an odd, blue glint. Almost like he went and got one of those shield thingies he suggested last week. ]

[guidetoblivion]

[Riku makes a bit of a face – no matter how light Terra keeps his tone, he isn't sure he likes this implication… the idea that Terra would drag them out of the fight if he had the means. He doesn't linger on it though, because Terra is right of course.

It won't be a single blade that slays Ysverai, but many – the only chance they have is strength in numbers. In any case, they need to get closer to the fight before Riku will dare start casting again; the number of shots he has on this was limited from the start, though the Ether helped expand on that. Still, wasting a single cast of Blizzard against an opponent like this, seems just plain stupid.

The battle is a fair way off though, so it's either wasting energy in order to catch up or…]

Fancy a short cut?

[They are not too far as that Riku won't manage to create a Dark Corridor right into the heart of the fight.]

[inreturn]

[Getting blood on his tail sure would be a betrayal! So Chuuya's making the right choice. Or Kaden is making the right choice by trusting him. He sighs contentedly, leaning against the wall and relaxing.]

I use only the best brushes and shampoos, of course. I'm an expert at this kind of thing. Aren't you glad it's not soaked today?

[But moving on. His ears twitch a little as he turns his head to watch Chuuya.]

We've cheated death twice now, haven't we? But...you know, it was pretty scary. I thought I was a goner for sure at the end.

[sullenstallion]

[Whoops. Dylas cranes his neck out of the way of petting. There's no way the act isn't deliberate, because he follows it up by trotting in a circle, putting a few feet between them as an evasive maneuver. He's back to facing Chuuya in an instant, which is bad because Dylas immediately falters, one of his hind legs giving in as he whinnies in pain.

He hadn't noticed before. He pushes himself back up, but that flaming tree...he hadn't dodged it perfectly. His ankle is badly burned, and it's all the more noticeable now that he's come to a stop. He snorts in frustration, wanting to change back and treat it, but...

...he glares at Chuuya. Hell no. He doesn't even have spare clothes stashed here.]

[sullenstallion]

[He's shaking, breath ragged, chest tight as he recovers from his miss. There's no satisfaction in the blow he just delivered. Anger still wrecks through his veins like a drug, and the echoes of the roar exist in his mind. The dragon's pain is enough to bring tears to his eyes now, tears that fall onto the ground unnoticed.

Dylas grunts, ignoring Cinnamon for now, but making a display of what bothers him. He struggles with the chains first, but the way he pushes his head down makes it look more like he's trying to bring his hands to his face...which is where the blood of the dragon is.

He's trying to clean it off his face, and he finally yells, roars at Cinnamon.]

Get it off of me!

[sullenstallion]

[...Ugh. He can't leave Venom like this. He trots up to him and pushes him down against the wall for support. He then trots a few feet away, turns back, and gestures down with his head.

Stay. Stay down.

He watches to see if Venom understands.]

[guidetoblivion]

[Riku shakes faintly as the roar echoes through the streets – it hurts just to listen, but he isn't about to let that stop him from what he is sure he has to do.]

If nobody distracts it, then there won't be any getting out for anyone of us!

[Certain of that, and certain of his own skill to help, he tugs on his arm, to attempt pulling himself free of Mantis' grip.]

[revlon]

Somewhere north, I imagine. Far as I can tell, Wyver is the southernmost point of the Isles and no one has ventured out beyond the fog. No one who's come back, at least.

[ And isn't that a fun thought. ]

I can't imagine why Darma would ask us to find this refugee, whoever he is. She made it sound as though he had answers the Natha couldn't provide. [ She shakes her head and takes a sip of tea before looking over at him, the corner of her lips quirked in a small, faint smile. ] But it looks like we were right. We weren't the first.

[constellationy]

[ She flinches a bit from the way he roars at her. She's not used to situations like this, or even conversations like this. (Or people like this.)

She's more concerned now, but she's also not a very attentive person and doesn't take cues as well as most others, so when he says that, she defaults to the most obvious thing he could mean. ]

... The chains?

[ She moves her hands to be a little in front of her, like she's wanting to get close to get whatever he wants off off, but she's feeling hesitant. ]

[guidetoblivion]

[Riku tenses the first second when he feels himself surrounded by magic – an attack, a radical maybe? – before he recognizes the feeling of healing magic, even if it feels a little different to the Cure spells he knows. He turns his head towards the source, hand dropping away from his chest.]

It's fine. Thanks.

[The strain of the fight has dulled at least, even if it hasn't disappeared. The true problem is exhaustion though – Riku has lost count of the hours since this fight started, isn't even sure if it's the same day anymore and he's never fought for so long at a time, never tried to stretch himself like this.

Likely none of them ever have.

He turns back towards the beast, noting that it has been drawn further away from the city. Looks like baiting it has worked at last.]

We better get going.

[There is some way to catch up after all.]

[icingonthecake]

Axel holds Riku's gaze for a long moment, then looks down and gives a little bit of a smile.

"You took Xion there?" he asks, his voice quiet. He's not sure why that's of any comfort, but somehow it is; part of him wishes both of them could have seen Radiant Garden the way it had been, once. Roxas would have liked the open spaces, the cobbled square, the fountain court. And Xion... she would have liked the great ocean beyond the walls. Even if there was no beach and no shells.

But Radiant Garden is gone. And so is Roxas. And so is Xion. And sometimes Axel feels like a buoy cut loose, tossed on endless waves with nothing anchoring him anywhere anymore. No heart, no home, no friends... now he doesn't even have El Nysa anymore, and while he's fairly convinced Sora would be upset if he just up and disappeared, it's not exactly the meaningful existence he's been hoping for.

He meets Riku's eye again.

"I know," he says, and shakes his head, "but... I dunno." He pulls at the back of his neck. "The other worlds that fell, the ones I visited, they... look about the same as they always did," he says, and rests his chin on his arms again. "Hollow Bastion is still Hollow Bastion. It isn't Radiant Garden anymore, and... I think it never will be again."

He's not sure if it's because it was the first world to fall, or if there's something else that has allowed the ruin to cling to it like cobwebs and oily fog, but something tells him it'll never be the same.

He makes a startled noise then as he realizes he's probably said too much, and he waves a hand.

"Er... s-sorry," he says, his eyes flicking toward the floor as he gives a helpless chuckle. "You'd think having no heart meant you couldn't get nostalgic, but I guess you'd be wrong."

[guidetoblivion]

[No choice but to move forward indeed, no choice but to be alright sooner rather than later. Especially if the natha really do have some kind of mission for them to help undo the damage done to El Nysa.

He tries for a smile – it's a bit shaky, but it's honest in the least – as he pulls the mug closer, curving his gloved hands around it.]

That's okay; I'm not very picky. …And thanks.

[Maybe the warmth will help wash away the experiences of the last few days… make it a little less real at least. One can only hope. Anyway…]

What about you?

[The woman before him looks about as exhausted as Riku feels himself; surely she could use some kind of drink herself...]

[icingonthecake]

Axel gives a low, appraising whistle.

"Deathscythe Hell?" he echoes, and gives a soft laugh. "Quite a name. Pity dragons probably don't speak our language or I'm sure that'd have sent old Ysverai flapping for the hills." He's not really being facetious--it is quite a name. "Barbados, though?" he says, tilting his head. "Isn't that an island somewhere?" He thinks he recalls Luxord mentioning a place called that once, but he could be wrong. Odd name for a weapon, but to each their own, he guesses.

Axel considers the other man's words for another moment, then furrows his brow.

"Wait, the hangars?" he asks. "Are they ships?" Okay 'Deathscythe Hell' is definitely a super badass name for a ship.