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❪ event ❫ THE DESCENT: PART ONE.

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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A. Descent

[Fortunately for them, Venom's used to being suddenly awakened. But to be honest that was a very peaceful sleep. He feels more refreshed than usual, and he awaits as others are sent down below. His anticipation grows as his wave is summoned, and he starts mentally preparing himself for what awaits him below.

He never got a chance to give 2cave his answer back home, but here he can act upon it. The landing is disorienting, but he can't dwell on it. He immediately starts moving, using his unique magic to cover others as needed. His leader mode is seeping in as he's already giving out commands.]

Please continue as needed. I will provide protection.

[Bold words for a human. A magic human, but still...]

B. Gathering Your Bearings

1. Roughing it

[Venom is no stranger to camping in some incarnation or another. Setting up the fire poses almost no trouble, though the tent is proving to be rather taxing. He usually sleeps without cover or in caves. He sighs and concedes his defeat as he waves someone over.]

I hate to be a bother, but can you assist me with this contraption?

2. Change of Clothes

[Before arriving here, Venom's clothes were already in disarray. As much as he didn't want to, he had to find something less torn. All he wants is a simple t-shirt and some pants, possibly something that'll help him blend in a bit better. Instead, he's presented with some very loud argyle vests and shirts. The pants aren't so great, either.]

Are these garments normal for this world...

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[Buddy you're asking a guy in full armour and a cloak, he has no idea what constitutes 'normal' for this place.]

Maybe?

[squint]

They're not so bad!

[Honestly, Venom wouldn't mind the cloak and armor. At least those are practical.]

They just look so strange to me.

[It's his sugar-coated way of saying dated. The twentieth century had some bizarre fashion sense. He holds up a red dress shirt.]

This red is needlessly bright.

[Wow.]

[Cayde snorts a laugh and mumbles the kind of "oh my god" that's definitely an "oh my god that's awful and I can't stop laughing."]

That's, uh... All the better to see you with?

But why though? It's normally best to blend in...

[Though he has worn some red in the past, but not like this.]

I suppose they made this to keep us from getting lost?

[He's fairly certain it's just a case of "this is what we've got, deal with it," but Cayde's not about to impart that great wisdom on Venom, instead lifting a hand to rub his chin as if he's in deep thought about this.]

Could be. I mean they don't want us to get separated from the group, right?

[It's logical and sound reasoning, even if Venom's disliking the style.]

I suppose you're correct, though this is the only shirt like this in the pile. I did find another one...

[He holds up an interesting blue shirt and huffs.]

Nope.

[So much for asking Dylas for help. As soon as Venom finishes his request, Dylas instantly shuts him down, his tail giving a decisive flick behind him. What might seem like a rude answer to some (well, anyone should think he's rude) is actually a more complicated answer; it just takes him a second to realize he's being an ass and should clarify.

Besides, it's kind of funny watching someone struggle with a tent like he had.]

I mean...I can't. I had a hard time with it myself. If you want to take a look at what it's supposed to look like when it's done, I can show you.

[He gestures over his shoulder. There, in the distance, is a completely intact tent...that someone could totally steal, he hasn't realized, but at least now he's heading back to it.]

[Damn. Venom's a little peeved by the refusal, but it would be pointless if neither of them knew how to properly set up a tent. And when he notices the other's tent... he quickly understands.]

I see. I wish these shelters weren't so difficult to assemble. They could have at least given us some kind of instructions.

[He can't blame Venom for looking pissed off, honestly, though he isn't too bothered by it.]

Maybe we'll get the chance to let them know. Next time they launch supplies at us, make sure to include the literature.

[He scoffs. He could've fooled around with those poles all day and never figured it out. He's not the sharpest tool in the shed sometimes.]

They should've sent knives, too. Some of the fruit they sent with the supplies is a pain to get into.

Yes. It would save us a lot of time and energy in the future.

[The knife bit catches his ears as he tries to fuss with another pole. Again.]

Are you serious? Knives are a bit of a necessity when it comes to the outdoors.

Right? If someone else beat me to all the knives, that's...even more of a pain in the ass.

[He's glad to have someone he can complain with, because man he wants to complain about how much this sucks at least a little. Because it does. His tail swishes idly a few times as he watches, and he wishes he'd paid more attention to when he got help with his own.]

I think once you get the big pole together, it runs through the...center. It's supposed to bend a little.

Okay.

[Slowly, carefully, Venom places the large pole in the center, and amazingly, it bends without collapsing. He sighs at the progress, knowing there's more to be done.]

Now to make sure this fabric stays up like it's supposed to...

[Hey. Maybe that was actually helpful? His ears perk up a little as he realizes he might have been useful.]

Yeah. It's like that. It's supposed to...stick somehow, so it stays up. [But Venom sort of just said that.] Do they have fabrics like this where you're from? Whatever the tents are made of, I'd never felt 'em before until today.

[He lives in fantasy RPG middle ages, unfortunately.]

They do, but I've never handled it in person.

[He's only read about it in old books about sleepaway camps in the twentieth century.]

It's very unforgiving and stiff, but at least we'll be protected if it decides to rain.

[Thankfully, it's doing what it's supposed to as he pulls on it.]

Do you use a different fabric where you're from?

Yeah. I wouldn't want to be stuck in clothes made of these materials.

[Tents where he's from are made of coarse material, too, really heavy duty stuff. He doesn't have waterproof technology where he's from, so he's always learning.]

Canvas fabric, mostly. I think some tents are made of leather, too.

[He hasn't had a reason to go camping lately. His tail swings a little back and forth. He's not sure whether this guy in front of him is the kind of guy he'd like to be around or not, but he still feels a bit bad for not being able to help.]

If you can't figure it out, you can always use mine for a while. I doubt anyone here's going to get a full night's sleep, so I can use it when you're done.

[Continued here!]

[Wrapping a few bandages around his fingers and palm, Kotetsu looks up as a familiar voice calls him over, and it's just a quick glance in the direction of the tent before he can't help but give an amused quirk of his lips as he tears off a piece of the bandage and pockets the rest of the roll.]

Never been camping, huh? [Of course he still approaches to help.]

Not like this, honestly.

[He's holding up a pole for dear life, not wanting it to collapse for the fourth time. It's kind of embarrassing that he's not inclined towards assembling anything other than a custom pool cue and recipes.]

I'd like to get this up before dinner, if possible.

[He can't help but laugh, not with any ill-intent of course.]

All this hard work and no meal out of it? That won't do! Lemme see what I can do here. I haven't been camping since I was a teenager but it can't be all that hard.

I appreciate your assistance, Kotetsu.

[He won't admit that he's starving, and the sooner they can get it up, the sooner he can search for cooking supplies. The laugh rolls off of him as he's now determined to pitch this damn tent.]

I didn't think it would be this... difficult to set up.

It's a lot of pieces that you gotta stick together, so I can't blame you for getting a little mixed up. I mean, usually these come with instructions.

[But he wouldn't be surprised if, 1) Those instructions got ripped or burned up during the landing process with the pods, 2) They weren't readable, or 3) They just didn't get instructions at all.]

At least if this fails we can... I don't know, spread it out like a blanket and sleep on it?

Honestly, the latter is what I'm more used to when it comes to sleeping outdoors. Just a soft blanket, maybe a pillow, and the stars overhead.

[But he's not about to be defeated by a tent. So he's back to getting the poles up and spreading the stiff covering the best he can.]

I wish they did come with instructions... Can you hold the fabric while I adjust the poles?

[It almost looks somewhat habitable at the moment!]

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