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Who; Everyone!
What; Pulse log; REMEMBRANCE
Where; Throughout the City
When; August 8th - 15th
Warnings; Will update when and as necessary
In the days leading up to August 8th, the city is abuzz with activity. Businesses in the Merchant district have posted notices they will be closed the following week in observance of something called “Remembrance”. The Aspects are absent this week, though that doesn’t seem particularly out of the ordinary, and it’s easy to get caught up in what is quite a celebratory time in the city. Harvests and meats are being brought in from the outlying farms, the main square is being cordoned into stalls for food, drink, and performances. The guard is more present this week, keeping a close eye on the organization and watching for any miscreants.
As the time of the festival approaches, a quiet excitement seems to thrum through the others here, young and old alike, and on the evening of the 8th, a commencement parade makes its way through the market district.
The procession, filled with musicians, dancers, jugglers, and the like, make their way from the fountain square to the center of the market district, where a crude stage has been erected in the square at the center of the market district, in front of the guard headquarters. It’s nothing fancy, but it does serve the purpose of bringing to the attention of those gathered those who stand atop it.
A tall man in a Guardsman’s blue uniform climbs the stairs, steel plates glittering in the midday sun. He has a stern countenance, and there’s a stiffness through his shoulders that suggests he isn’t overly fond of public speeches. He takes a steadying breath before clearing his throat.
“People of Aterat, those of us who were risen from its ashes and those of us who have been gathered to kindle its flame,” he pauses here for a moment, giving his address an air of gravitas. “Welcome. I am Captain Orson Khannar, of the Aterat City Guard. I was a guardsman before the Fall and I can tell you we stand as a shadow of our former selves, but we do stand. Two years ago, today, the Aspects descended from the Fountain, all that remained of our once proud land, they saw the ruin wrought upon it, and they began to weave. There was little of us left, but what stands was reassembled because we Remembered.” A cheer rises from the collected locals, along with a few scattered cries of ‘bless the Aspects’ and ‘long may Halcyn reign’. Captain Khannar raises a hand to still the crowd and after a moment, their cheers and raised prayers quiet.
“But we did not remember enough. This year, the Creator has provided, and we welcome among us memories from other worlds. This Remembrance, do not forget their sacrifice.” His tone changes then, and his piercing gaze moves across all those who have come here from elsewhere. “Outlanders, I expect nothing of you, but I offer you a warning: we are not your captors but we are your neighbors. As such, we will hold you to the same standards to which we hold ourselves. I am the Captain of your guard, and it is my sworn oath to keep this city safe from miscreants. That said, those of you who are willing and able, I would welcome your aid. Surely by now you have seen our fair city has its share of problems. My office is just there across the square.”
And with that bit of business handled, he directs his attention back to the crowd. “A Happy Remembrance to us all!” The crowd cheers again, though less enthusiastically, as a few look around at those gathered from other worlds, uncertain if they share the Captain’s willingness to welcome the aid of ‘Outlanders’.
The rest of the week is a city-wide party. The taverns are overflowing with merrymakers, there is wine and food for all, music at all hours of the day and night. Performers come out in droves, there are artists, artisans, and the like. If you can think of a festival occurrence, it happens at some point, though all the shops are closed for normal hours. It seems it’s quite the holiday, and you are welcome to invent whatever you'd like for a scene.
The Captain remains true to his word, and the Guard HQ in the Market Square seems to be the only place operating normally. There are regular patrols throughout the events, but Captain Khannar can be found most days in his office, upstairs in the HeadQuarters, should anyone like to question him.
What; Pulse log; REMEMBRANCE
Where; Throughout the City
When; August 8th - 15th
Warnings; Will update when and as necessary
In the days leading up to August 8th, the city is abuzz with activity. Businesses in the Merchant district have posted notices they will be closed the following week in observance of something called “Remembrance”. The Aspects are absent this week, though that doesn’t seem particularly out of the ordinary, and it’s easy to get caught up in what is quite a celebratory time in the city. Harvests and meats are being brought in from the outlying farms, the main square is being cordoned into stalls for food, drink, and performances. The guard is more present this week, keeping a close eye on the organization and watching for any miscreants.
As the time of the festival approaches, a quiet excitement seems to thrum through the others here, young and old alike, and on the evening of the 8th, a commencement parade makes its way through the market district.
The procession, filled with musicians, dancers, jugglers, and the like, make their way from the fountain square to the center of the market district, where a crude stage has been erected in the square at the center of the market district, in front of the guard headquarters. It’s nothing fancy, but it does serve the purpose of bringing to the attention of those gathered those who stand atop it.
A tall man in a Guardsman’s blue uniform climbs the stairs, steel plates glittering in the midday sun. He has a stern countenance, and there’s a stiffness through his shoulders that suggests he isn’t overly fond of public speeches. He takes a steadying breath before clearing his throat.
“People of Aterat, those of us who were risen from its ashes and those of us who have been gathered to kindle its flame,” he pauses here for a moment, giving his address an air of gravitas. “Welcome. I am Captain Orson Khannar, of the Aterat City Guard. I was a guardsman before the Fall and I can tell you we stand as a shadow of our former selves, but we do stand. Two years ago, today, the Aspects descended from the Fountain, all that remained of our once proud land, they saw the ruin wrought upon it, and they began to weave. There was little of us left, but what stands was reassembled because we Remembered.” A cheer rises from the collected locals, along with a few scattered cries of ‘bless the Aspects’ and ‘long may Halcyn reign’. Captain Khannar raises a hand to still the crowd and after a moment, their cheers and raised prayers quiet.
“But we did not remember enough. This year, the Creator has provided, and we welcome among us memories from other worlds. This Remembrance, do not forget their sacrifice.” His tone changes then, and his piercing gaze moves across all those who have come here from elsewhere. “Outlanders, I expect nothing of you, but I offer you a warning: we are not your captors but we are your neighbors. As such, we will hold you to the same standards to which we hold ourselves. I am the Captain of your guard, and it is my sworn oath to keep this city safe from miscreants. That said, those of you who are willing and able, I would welcome your aid. Surely by now you have seen our fair city has its share of problems. My office is just there across the square.”
And with that bit of business handled, he directs his attention back to the crowd. “A Happy Remembrance to us all!” The crowd cheers again, though less enthusiastically, as a few look around at those gathered from other worlds, uncertain if they share the Captain’s willingness to welcome the aid of ‘Outlanders’.
The rest of the week is a city-wide party. The taverns are overflowing with merrymakers, there is wine and food for all, music at all hours of the day and night. Performers come out in droves, there are artists, artisans, and the like. If you can think of a festival occurrence, it happens at some point, though all the shops are closed for normal hours. It seems it’s quite the holiday, and you are welcome to invent whatever you'd like for a scene.
The Captain remains true to his word, and the Guard HQ in the Market Square seems to be the only place operating normally. There are regular patrols throughout the events, but Captain Khannar can be found most days in his office, upstairs in the HeadQuarters, should anyone like to question him.
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Ah, but he certainly liked Shalimar already if that look in her eye was anything to go by. Raising a little hell now and again was good for boredom, and testing a city’s limits. “Frankly I don’t even know if they know what to do with us given how they’ve spoken thus far. Just vague ‘live your lives’ or ‘you’re here to help rebuild!’ nonsense, it’s less than nothing as far as guidance goes. All I know, is it makes one want to know what secrets they’re keeping more than inspiring to help out.” At least some of the residents, there were others who just seemed like they were falling into the role without much fuss.
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She folded her arms across her chest and shook her head. "What if just living our lives means getting into trouble?" Her lips curled in a tiny smirk with the question. "They can't expect us to just trust them while they're being so vague." She paused for a second then looked around. "Where do they live? The Aspects and the Captain?" Not that she'd think of trying to break into where they lived, but she definitely was thinking of that.
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A grin crept onto his face in return, yes they were going to get along quite well if what she said were anything to go by. Sometimes causing trouble was the best course of action in a situation like this, after all. “You’re right, for all I’m sure they would disagree. Of course, they’d have to catch us post mischief... Which I do feel safe in presuming they would have a hard time doing.”
What, he’s fast and can escape into the sea. There were no sea worthy boats!
“Sadly, I can’t tell you where they live. I’m still trying to figure that out.” Caelan’s face shifted into a small frown, “Been trying to work that out. There’s an abandoned neighbourhood that is full of houses that seem like they would suit their tastes, but they are abandoned so...” He shrugged a little, “I believe they might’ve kept their addresses guarded to avoid any of us from pestering them.”
(ooc: We don’t have to continue this where it’s so old! If you’d rather handwave the rest of their conversation I totally understand. I just didn’t want to leave things un-tagged as I get ready to come back from hiatus in October.)
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"Doesn't seem like this place is too big. Can't be too hard to find them," she responded with an arch of her eyebrows. They had to be here somewhere, right? Maybe. "Might be hidden," she said almost to herself. "They don't have the technology for something like that." At least not from what she'd seen. Back home in her own world she'd lived in a mountain base that was completely hidden by technology. She couldn't imagine something like that here though, at least not with the technology levels she'd seen here. "If they show up to another gathering, I'll be able to find them after." As long as she was able to pick up a scent from them she was confident she could follow them.
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As for where the aspects were hiding, he rolled his shoulders into a dramatic shrug, “Small or not, there’s no telling that there isn’t another realm attached to this that they might dwell in separate from us.” Like in his world, the fae realm and the human world were almost parallel. Then on nights when the moon was right, it overlapped. Who was to say that it wasn’t like that here? The selkie hadn’t seen evidence of it yet, but he wasn’t ruling it out either.
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"Another realm," she shook her head. "Sounds like something from some fantasy game," something one of her friends would love playing. Then again her entire life probably seemed like something out of science fiction. "Guess I've gotta get to work doing some more exploring."
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Caelan at least took her question seriously, it was important after all. Everyone needed to know these things, even if he wasn’t going to embellish on which part of their little world he’d been poking the mist at. “Not normal mist, no. It turns you around, no mater how straight you keep. I’m guessing an enchantment of some kind. Either by the aspects design or someone else’s. Who knows, it might even be a remnant of whatever happened here?” Caelan huffed a little, that kind of enchantment wasn’t his specialty so there was little he could do about it.
He doesn’t know about any fantasy games, at least not the sort she was probably thinking. So with a little nod he gestured at their mugs. “I’d say you do, but not before you’ve finished your drink at least?”
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"Sounds like you've done your share of exploration." Which was good for her if she actually trusted he was giving good info. No reason to think that he wouldn't be telling the truth. "What do we know about what happened here?" That seemed like an important thing to have some knowledge about.
She looked down into her glass and then chuckled. "Might need a refill actually."
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That done, he returned his focus to the conversation with a small laugh. “Yeah, that I have. There wasn’t much else to do when I arrived, and I figured it was probably better to figure out how this place worked and where the convenient shortcuts might be. Then I ended up joining that group, the Gullwings, just for something to do. So I’ve had plenty of occasions to fuss about with exploring all the nooks and crannies of this place.” Aside from the forest perhaps, he hadn’t gotten that far yet.
“As for what happened here? I'm still not sure about that myself, the Aspects haven’t said nearly enough on the matter. The state of this place honestly suggests a number of possibilities, but nothing solid.”