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bardbarous) wrote in deercountry2022-08-04 07:18 pm
Chaos in Cassandra ( OPEN )
Who: Anyone caught in the violent fallout of an attempted execution
What: Chaos in Cassandra (Player Plot info here)
When: July 28th
Where: Hamlet Crossings, Cassandra
Content Warnings: Attempted public execution, near-suffocation, flaming middle fingers
"Knock it off!" Ethan — a zealous Disciple tasked with burning the heretic — hisses. "Accept the punishment being meted out to you with dignity, so that justice may be done."
"You mobber-fuckers call this justice?" Vyng retorts, defiant. "You dog-pile onto this blind, injured guy — uhh, me, just so we're clear — and tie him up? What does this accomplish?"
"Reckoning," Ethan declares. With a wave of his hand, fire crackles beneath Vyng’s feet once more. And Vyng, with the long-suffering sigh of a parent waiting for their tantrum-throwing child to tire himself out, closes his eyes...and the flames snuff out.
“Reckoning!" Ethan insists, louder. The fire roars back to life. Vyng puts it out again. "R-Reckoning!"
This time, when the fire comes back, it's shaped like a human hand. Flipping the crowd a flaming middle finger. Vyng, pleased with his own handy work, throws his head back. And starts laughing.
That's when somebody in the restless crowd gets tired of his shit. "Kill him!" they shout. "Kill the Waste!"
Vyng can control the elements. He can withstand the heat of a volcano. But he is not immune to bludgeoning damage. A boot (a freaking boot!) sails from the crowd, clocking Vyng in the side of the head. Stars explode behind his eyes. Smoke pours into his gills and nose. His lungs begin to burn.
And that's when he realizes...he might actually be kind of fucked this time.
"A boot to the head?" he grouses to himself as unconsciousness begins to claim him. "What a lame way to go." But if the townies want to make him a martyr...then, so be it. He accepts his fate.
He just hopes he’s the only Sleeper who gets targeted.
((OOC: Vyng is currently blind, but he’s watching the proceedings from the eyes of a raven circling overhead. Feel free to have your character get caught up in the mob, become a target themselves, or alert other Sleepers to the blood-thirsty crowd congregating in Cassandra. Tuck will be saving Vyng, but he will need help in Chapters 2 and 3.))
His giant hands rip apart the ropes binding the half-elf to the pole stabbed into the ground. It likely took several people to beat down, but it only takes one Tuck to pull it up and thrust it out into the sea of Trenchies and Sleepers alike to keep them at bay with one hand. The other holds Vyng like a wilting damsel curled against his chest. Boy would it make a great metal album cover.
"You want him so bad?" Tuck bellows out into the bloodthirsty crowd with his new wooden pike. "Come and get him!"
(( OOC: Tuck and Vyng need a path out of the chaos from Hamlet Crossings to a secure location, or at least a place to lay low until the mob can be dispersed. Your characters have the opportunity to scout out a better location, to lead them and other Sleepers through the mob by force or by cunning, or distract what you can of the crowd! Ultimately in Chapter 3, Tuck and other Sleepers will defend Vyng from inside an abandoned building. ))
Tuck has claimed this abandoned building a sanctuary in spite of the loud naysayers in the crowd pointing out it is, in fact, not. The Pale Sanctuary is on another corner of Cassandra, but that's beside the point! It is their safe haven against the rising riot that threatens to overwhelm them and take back Vyng as a heretic.
Until reinforcements arrive to disperse the mob or they find a way to escape, it's up to the Sleepers to defend themselves. Everything still left in the three storey building is fair game to keep these crazed Trenchies at bay. Ways a Sleeper can interact for the Sanctuary or against it:
* Note: If your character falls on the Trenchies' side of The Roastening, they will have to contend with either a housecat-sized child (with a serious bodycount) or a 7-foot-tall, 5-foot-wide warrior (with a semi-sentient axe). Alternatively, you will likely make a friend for life if they see you helping even a little bit.
What: Chaos in Cassandra (Player Plot info here)
When: July 28th
Where: Hamlet Crossings, Cassandra
Content Warnings: Attempted public execution, near-suffocation, flaming middle fingers
Chapter I: Out-cooked at the Cookout
For somebody about to get torched in front of a blood-thirsty crowd, Vyng is remarkably calm. You might even think he's got everything under control. After all, each time somebody in the mob tries setting the straw beneath Vyng's feet ablaze? It promptly goes out, as if somebody smothered it with an invisible blanket."Knock it off!" Ethan — a zealous Disciple tasked with burning the heretic — hisses. "Accept the punishment being meted out to you with dignity, so that justice may be done."
"You mobber-fuckers call this justice?" Vyng retorts, defiant. "You dog-pile onto this blind, injured guy — uhh, me, just so we're clear — and tie him up? What does this accomplish?"
"Reckoning," Ethan declares. With a wave of his hand, fire crackles beneath Vyng’s feet once more. And Vyng, with the long-suffering sigh of a parent waiting for their tantrum-throwing child to tire himself out, closes his eyes...and the flames snuff out.
“Reckoning!" Ethan insists, louder. The fire roars back to life. Vyng puts it out again. "R-Reckoning!"
This time, when the fire comes back, it's shaped like a human hand. Flipping the crowd a flaming middle finger. Vyng, pleased with his own handy work, throws his head back. And starts laughing.
That's when somebody in the restless crowd gets tired of his shit. "Kill him!" they shout. "Kill the Waste!"
Vyng can control the elements. He can withstand the heat of a volcano. But he is not immune to bludgeoning damage. A boot (a freaking boot!) sails from the crowd, clocking Vyng in the side of the head. Stars explode behind his eyes. Smoke pours into his gills and nose. His lungs begin to burn.
And that's when he realizes...he might actually be kind of fucked this time.
"A boot to the head?" he grouses to himself as unconsciousness begins to claim him. "What a lame way to go." But if the townies want to make him a martyr...then, so be it. He accepts his fate.
He just hopes he’s the only Sleeper who gets targeted.
((OOC: Vyng is currently blind, but he’s watching the proceedings from the eyes of a raven circling overhead. Feel free to have your character get caught up in the mob, become a target themselves, or alert other Sleepers to the blood-thirsty crowd congregating in Cassandra. Tuck will be saving Vyng, but he will need help in Chapters 2 and 3.))
Chapter II: Save the Flammable Damsel
Like a demon bat out of the Outer Dark, there is nothing stopping Tuck now as the front of the crowd finally split open from the force of his fellow Sleeper. His thundering stomps shake the very earth under them all as he makes a beeline for his best friend and the father of his son, tossing aside any dumb Trenchies that think they have any shot of blocking a seven-foot behemoth from his duty.His giant hands rip apart the ropes binding the half-elf to the pole stabbed into the ground. It likely took several people to beat down, but it only takes one Tuck to pull it up and thrust it out into the sea of Trenchies and Sleepers alike to keep them at bay with one hand. The other holds Vyng like a wilting damsel curled against his chest. Boy would it make a great metal album cover.
"You want him so bad?" Tuck bellows out into the bloodthirsty crowd with his new wooden pike. "Come and get him!"
(( OOC: Tuck and Vyng need a path out of the chaos from Hamlet Crossings to a secure location, or at least a place to lay low until the mob can be dispersed. Your characters have the opportunity to scout out a better location, to lead them and other Sleepers through the mob by force or by cunning, or distract what you can of the crowd! Ultimately in Chapter 3, Tuck and other Sleepers will defend Vyng from inside an abandoned building. ))
Chapter III: Defending the Sanctuary
What's that saying, "Out of the fire and into the abandoned building with no discernable means of escape?" Those Sleepers who bravely led the charge to save Vyng from his fiery fate and cut a path through the outraged mob now find themselves in this exact situation.Tuck has claimed this abandoned building a sanctuary in spite of the loud naysayers in the crowd pointing out it is, in fact, not. The Pale Sanctuary is on another corner of Cassandra, but that's beside the point! It is their safe haven against the rising riot that threatens to overwhelm them and take back Vyng as a heretic.
Until reinforcements arrive to disperse the mob or they find a way to escape, it's up to the Sleepers to defend themselves. Everything still left in the three storey building is fair game to keep these crazed Trenchies at bay. Ways a Sleeper can interact for the Sanctuary or against it:
- Defend the house (either from inside or outside)
- Set inventive traps to ensnare or slow down intruders
- Go vigilante or full-on beast on Trenchies in the mob
- Or, go vigilante on anyone defending the Sanctuary*
- Be Evil and spread C H A O S (if that's your bag)
- Collect and share intel about possible escape routes to the nearest lamp location
- Crowd-thinning (peaceful or otherwise)
* Note: If your character falls on the Trenchies' side of The Roastening, they will have to contend with either a housecat-sized child (with a serious bodycount) or a 7-foot-tall, 5-foot-wide warrior (with a semi-sentient axe). Alternatively, you will likely make a friend for life if they see you helping even a little bit.
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[Vyng lets out a quiet breath, grounding himself.]
He's lost himself to Beasthood. The locals are in danger now — and so is he.
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What do you need me to do?
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Didn't ones of the Pthumerians give out something to help with beasthood? One of the patron ones, I mean.
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I can do it with the Force. But you'd have better luck reaching out to the people in the Sanctuary.
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[There are currently two, and also he has no idea who's actually capable of doing that. Not all Palebloods can just bring people back from Beasthood.]
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Okay, but is Ezra in any shape to do something like that?
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I'll be there shortly with the sword.
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Without killing him.
[So many people here treat death like a reset button. Vyng doesn't blame them. They're not exactly wrong. But it would only send Michael the message he's a monster that needs to be put down, force him to take on a form he despises, and separate him from his support circle when he needs them most. The idea tears at Vyng in the worst way.]
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Yes?
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[Vyng might have ascribed an alternate, more literal meaning to Obi-Wan's last statement. That simply happens with him sometimes. Not helping is the fact it's loud in here, his eyes aren't working, and he's very frustrated with the townies crowding this place. But more than that, he wants assurance Michael won't be left alone sooner than he needs to be.]
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[His Omen helpfully passes the coordinates along. It's at the outskirts of the Cassandra district.]
He'll be a winged pillar of light.
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[He means it. Vyng loves Michael. The thought of him being treated like a monster — along with the injustice that got him wrapped up in this mess to begin with — makes his blood burn. But he knows Obi-Wan will do right by him.]
Take care and watch yourself out there, alright?
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[ best to close the connection and not waste any more time. ]