❪ event ❫ THE DESCENT: PART ONE.

[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 2 will be posted on JULY 18TH and PART 3 on JULY 22ND, at 6 PM EST. In the event of CAPTCHA, we will be providing an overflow. In the event of a second CAPTCHA, players are advised to move threads to an overflow post on their character journals. 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. 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[hylights]

[Zelda has already bundled one of the robes around herself, lamenting the damage to her travel clothes. No, they wouldn't have been enough against this cold. But they were one of the few things left from home, and it saddens her to think she might not be able to fix them. She had only gotten the outfit back a few short weeks ago.

She turns from the fire she had been staring into to give Mipha a small smile, wan with tiredness.]

I'll be all right, Mipha. But thank you all the same. There are others who are more in need of the spares.

[fisherwife]

[She shouldn't play favorites, exactly, but as she looks at Zelda she can't help but admit to herself that Zelda takes a little bit of priority over the rest of them. They can't lose her, after all, and...

And Mipha dearly hopes it's not a choice she'll have to make anytime soon. Seeing as she's one her last couple robes to hand out anyhow, Mipha hesitates for only a moment before taking a seat next to the other princess.]

Zelda... ["How are you doing?" seems entirely too little to say here. Instead Mipha clasps her hands together on her knee and tilts her head up to look at the starts] ...So much has happened already, hasn't it. [Here. Back home.]

[hylights]

It has. [No argument there.] It feels like there's been hardly time to think, in between our waking up on Thesa and this... fall.

[Now that the adrenaline is gone, there's an unreality to it in her mind, as she thinks back to what just happened. Falling from the sky like pieces of stars, crashing to earth, and then running back and forth trying to help everyone. She sighs a little, curling the robe closer around herself.]

I hope that now we'll have the time to truly organise ourselves. Find the best way forward.

[fisherwife]

In times of crises is when people come together and their true abilities to help each other and survive shine. [She looks around at the camp and the various people that might still be up and milling about.]

We've all been helping each other and we haven't lost anyone that's fallen... It's a miracle, truly. [And she can't help but feel strangely proud of them all, though her eyes continue to scan the sky, a little anxious.] Although... I don't think I can truly relax until we hear from Darma again that they're all still alright.

['All' meaning the ones still sleeping in their pods, and even then she truly is thinking about Link and the other Champions and her family]

[hylights]

[She remembers her power coming to her call, letting her light the way for those who were lost in the chaos of the falling pods. Everyone had done their part, just by surviving. Zelda smiles at Mipha, bowing her head in agreement.]

It's marvellous, considering how all of us are mostly strangers. I think we could do good things here.

[Maybe not in this little clearing specifically... but the world that is now their home. She's already thinking ahead a little. Because this wasn't where they were meant to end up. Time for that later.

Zelda shuts her eyes briefly, the connection between Mipha's words and her meaning not hard to make. She had seen Link in the pods, only the night before. It was both harrowing and heartening, knowing for certain he was there, as Darma had said.]

Yes. I would rest easier knowing that they have successfully held off this force that came upon them. [That was some of the most worrying information of all, and she bites her lip as she turns the thought over in her mind. She tips her head to the side, expression softening as she looks at Mipha.] In the meantime, we must believe they will succeed.

[fisherwife]

[Mipha twists the robe in her fingers] We have to think positively. [That much she knows for sure. And it's great that Zelda's already thinking about the future and the greater good for them all--while this isn't Hyrule and there's no people to rule over, it's good to still see her be more leader-like.]

They'll succeed. [She says it firmly, but then smiles.] If only Urbosa was here. Whatever force was attacking them, she could jut call her lightning down on them. Revali would complain about-- [Everything?? She laughs a little.] He'd hunt enough food for all of us, at least.

[hylights]

[She surprises herself by chuckling, and she can just imagine what Mipha describes.]

Daruk would make short work of all the pods. He could move them aside like pebbles. And Link... [She pauses for a moment, letting the memories wash over her. She tilts her head back to look at the stars, so foreign in this strange world.] No doubt he would have all of these tents up faster than anyone else.

[And so much more besides. Zelda folds her hands together, warding off the chill. It strikes her how such a conversation with Mipha is like some fanciful dream she might have had once, but made reality. She looks to the other woman, her words growing more reflective.]

We'll have a real tale to tell him when he wakes.

[fisherwife]

If we were all together, the others wouldn't need to work nearly as hard. [They all could've handled this in no time at all, really.

Mentioning Link, though, makes Mipha pause and her gaze lowers where Zelda's rises. They have to believe they'll waken sometime soon, but waiting is the hardest part-- Then again, they all waiting a hundred years for Link to wake back up. What was a few more days or months?[

And to think he used to be fairly punctual. He's getting into a terrible habit of lateness. Perhaps we should scold him a little for putting all the work on us here. [But Mipha smiles, simply being playful]

...He'll be alright. They all will. [It helps to say it out loud, makes it seem more real and likely.]

[hylights]

[She's used to waiting. Those hundred years are still fresh in her mind, though beginning to blur now that she's back in the living world again. What is there to remember about it, really, other than the force of Ganon vibrating against her very being, and her unwavering belief that the Hero would come again? No, Zelda has other things to occupy her now.]

They will be. And everyone else from our world who might yet be here - those born in Hyrule are used to adversity.

[Turning her face back to the fire, Zelda mulls things over for a moment. With Link on her mind and Mipha by her side, she's reminded of where she was before the storm approached. She speaks into the flames, feeling her words out like they're slightly improper.]

We had intended to go to Zora's Domain, you know. I was going to speak with the King about everything that's happened.

[Mipha's father. To bring tidings and sympathy for his lost daughter.]

[fisherwife]

[Mipha is quiet for a moment, a dawning realization coming over her with the peculiarity of Zelda's words. Well, peculiar for Mipha.

Her first thought, of course, is 'when was this?' Because last she knew Zelda had failed the last trial and they'd been discussing what to do afterwards when Ganon had been unleashed on the world. And then everything else had happened, and Zelda had been trapped for a century.

It's possible she meant that Zelda had decided to go see her father after she'd failed to discuss what to do, but that didn't quite make sense, so she must mean after... After what? She remembers preparing the fire upon Calamity Ganon, but...

Perhaps the time in the pod had simply damaged some of her memories? Mipha supposes anything is possible. She speaks in a careful tone, uncertain]

Do you mean... That you and Link succeeded, then? I'm afraid I don't quite remember... [She trails off, frowning lightly]

[hylights]

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