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IC [SW] Requiem for the Gods (continued)

Talisman

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Requiem for the Gods Part 3
Djah, Ocean Under Starlight
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  • Alina is to be sacrificed to Orvox in four days time.
  • The gods of this world seemingly possess a psychic presence that crushes the will to resist them. For this reason, the idea of fighting a god is considered madness.
  • The alchemists of Djah are capable of making some amazing things, including firearms and what might be called magic potions in other worlds
  • The Burning Brand may possibly be found somewhere in Fire Rim, a volcanic archipelago to the northeast.
  • The three primary cultures of this world, islanders, raft-folk, and selkies, are not on good terms and relations seem to be deteriorating.
  • Amelia has received a letter from someone called Ganth, offering a meeting tonight and possible, nebulous help.


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Seiran, Ayvava and Leila are on a beach conversing with Alina, a short walk from the latter's home. Alina is somewhat in shock at the talk of primordial chaos and worlds being destroyed, and is not entirely certain how much of it she believes. She has, however, agreed to call a meeting of those spirit cultists willing to attend and speak with the offworlders, to be held in a day at a nearby grotto.


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Jake is at a local tavern, telling tales of the mythical land of Texas, home to such dreadful beasts as longhorns, jackalopes, rattlesnakes and great horny toads, gathering information about the gods, and sampling the local spirits. The carambola rum in particular is quite nice, and Jake is starting to feel its effects.


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Talabrina is at the Scholars' Hall, researching various myths and legends, as well as silver-haired people.


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Amelia is at the house the Crab Clan has lent to you all, currently trying to teach Kurg the nuances of poker and playing for pebbles. The orc is a pretty fast learner, although he's terrible at bluffing, but he does win the occasional hand.

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RainbowSparkle91

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Seiran, Ayvava and Leila are on a beach conversing with Alina, a short walk from the latter's home. Alina is somewhat in shock at the talk of primordial chaos and worlds being destroyed, and is not entirely certain how much of it she believes. She has, however, agreed to call a meeting of those spirit cultists willing to attend and speak with the offworlders, to be held in a day at a nearby grotto.
Ayvava thanks Alina, and gives a query about whether there is anything she wishes to ask, especially about the aforementioned primordial chaos and the end of their worlds. Other than that though... at this point in time Ayvava is not sure what else to ask. She knows plenty about her own spirit, but not about the other ones. It is a bit grating to one that seeks to learn as much as possible about the universe that he must wait even if one is used to such, but it is in no doubt thanks to the seriousness of the situation.

After all, perhaps more knowledge of the Spirits might give them something to use against Orvox and be able to save Alina and stop this sacrifice, or future ones.
 

BunBun299

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Leila is running out of things to ask, save for one question which she is sure will be uncomfortable. But with the promise of an additional meeting tomorrow, it could wait one more day. So, best to wrap things up for now. "Well, I told your mother I'd see you home safely. So, if there's nothing more to ask today, best I take you home now." If no one objects, she walks Alina back home.
 

Elfwine

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One must observe some semblance of propriety, regardless of the weather.

So instead of wearing the rather indecorous - not to say indecent - native garb, Amelia is in her shirtsleeves, and ignores the irrational voice in her head that says that rolling up her sleeves to her elbows would make any difference in this constant heat.

"I know this comes out of nowhere, but I do not know would be a better time to say it - I do not much like hugging. I have nothing against you or your customs, simply my own preference."
 

shadowsaint007

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Jake Wilson:
Jake continues swapping stories with the locals, getting drunk, and trying to get any information he can regarding the sea conditions. He tries to get any more info on the 'gods', but seeing as how he's inebriated, he somehow manages to realize he's not going to be very subtle about it. Instead, he decides that enough was enough, and that he needed to get some grub for the night, try out the local cuisine. Fall Elven food was fine, but he was getting a little sick of it. So he inquires about the local cuisine, and where the closest restaurant would be.

He checks his pockets, and to his relief, he finds he still has one of the Fire peppers, wrapped to preserve flavor. Let's see if it goes well with the local food.

Seiran Alantheil:
Much as she wants to talk to Alina some more, discuss religion and the like, she realizes it would probably be best to wait. She wishes Alina good night, and hopes to see her tomorrow.

As Leila goes off to escort Alina home, the winged elf is left alone with Ayvava. She's quiet for a bit.

"Think we'll be able to get any help from the cults?" she asks the spider uncertainly.
 

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Leila is running out of things to ask, save for one question which she is sure will be uncomfortable. But with the promise of an additional meeting tomorrow, it could wait one more day. So, best to wrap things up for now. "Well, I told your mother I'd see you home safely. So, if there's nothing more to ask today, best I take you home now." If no one objects, she walks Alina back home.
"Thank you," the girl says. "I'll get word to you about the meeting, but I know at least some of the others will be there."

Jake Wilson:
Jake continues swapping stories with the locals, getting drunk, and trying to get any information he can regarding the sea conditions. He tries to get any more info on the 'gods', but seeing as how he's inebriated, he somehow manages to realize he's not going to be very subtle about it. Instead, he decides that enough was enough, and that he needed to get some grub for the night, try out the local cuisine. Fall Elven food was fine, but he was getting a little sick of it. So he inquires about the local cuisine, and where the closest restaurant would be.

He checks his pockets, and to his relief, he finds he still has one of the Fire peppers, wrapped to preserve flavor. Let's see if it goes well with the local food.
Jake finds his way to a local eatery - it's not exactly what he would think of as a restaurant, as it seems to be as much social club as place to dine, but whatever they're doing in the kitchen smells good. It's an open-air affair, with small tables scattered around a sort of patio area, and many of the ubiquitous glowing glass globes providing light. Jake's outlandish appearance draws some stares, but he's getting used to that by now.

Unsurprisingly, the local cuisine is heavy on the seafood, with many fish, shellfish, sea vegetables, and less familiar things available. There is no menu, just a large chalkboard, and although Jake finds that he can read the writing just fine, the local names are unfamiliar. He does note that fruit and grains are quite expensive compared to the other options, which makes sense given the dearth of arable land.

In short order he is served something that resembles a horseshoe crab
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and a small durian
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The latter smells appalling, but he notes at least two other people eating the things with apparent relish, so this doesn't seem to be a joke on the new guy.

One must observe some semblance of propriety, regardless of the weather.

So instead of wearing the rather indecorous - not to say indecent - native garb, Amelia is in her shirtsleeves, and ignores the irrational voice in her head that says that rolling up her sleeves to her elbows would make any difference in this constant heat.

"I know this comes out of nowhere, but I do not know would be a better time to say it - I do not much like hugging. I have nothing against you or your customs, simply my own preference."
Kurg, not bothered in the slightest by the local garb, is wearing a baggy set of short pants and sandals made of woven plant fibers, with no shirt other than his bronze-green hide. He looks up from his cards at Amelia's words.

"Oh? Kurg hopes Kurg did not give offense," he says concernedly. "Kurg's people very . . ." He waves a hand in the air, searching for the right word. "Touchy? Much touching. Meet friends, clasp hands. Warrior's greeting, clasp wrists. Good friends, hug. Show close bonds, hey? Ame'la and See'ran save Kurg; Kurg want to show close friends, hruug. Kurg not mean anything bad.

"Shake hands okay?" he asks, cocking his head to one side.
 

Elfwine

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"No offense was taken, I am just not good with lots of touching. But shaking hands or clasping wrists is fine."

Amelia elects against saying that she barely knows Kurg, and what that has to do with anything on her end. Even with people she does know well she's not a particularly huggy person.
 

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Seiran Alantheil:
Much as she wants to talk to Alina some more, discuss religion and the like, she realizes it would probably be best to wait. She wishes Alina good night, and hopes to see her tomorrow.

As Leila goes off to escort Alina home, the winged elf is left alone with Ayvava. She's quiet for a bit.

"Think we'll be able to get any help from the cults?" she asks the spider uncertainly.
Ayvava hums a bit, then chitters and digs at the ground a bit with one of his limbs. "I cannot say for certain Miss Seiran. I certainly hope we learn something, though I must admit I do think that at least one way to strengthen Alina's Patron Spirit is present in you." He chuckles a bit as he says "I have always believed things happen for a reason. We were all saved from a permanent end to our lives along with our worlds... and we were brought here for perhaps more then just the fire brand. The description of her Spirit leaves me certain that you might have more you can do then you might imagine... or will anyways."

"Still, we should go tell the others of this meeting we've arranged, and see how many others will wish to join us."
 

shadowsaint007

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Jake finds his way to a local eatery - it's not exactly what he would think of as a restaurant, as it seems to be as much social club as place to dine, but whatever they're doing in the kitchen smells good. It's an open-air affair, with small tables scattered around a sort of patio area, and many of the ubiquitous glowing glass globes providing light. Jake's outlandish appearance draws some stares, but he's getting used to that by now.

Unsurprisingly, the local cuisine is heavy on the seafood, with many fish, shellfish, sea vegetables, and less familiar things available. There is no menu, just a large chalkboard, and although Jake finds that he can read the writing just fine, the local names are unfamiliar. He does note that fruit and grains are quite expensive compared to the other options, which makes sense given the dearth of arable land.

In short order he is served something that resembles a horseshoe crab
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and a small durian
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The latter smells appalling, but he notes at least two other people eating the things with apparent relish, so this doesn't seem to be a joke on the new guy.
Jake Wilson:
Jake wrinkles his nose at the durian. It smells like an open sewer, and it explains the stench he smelled when he came in. Still, while the horseshoe looked weird and the fruit smelled like crap, as they say, "When in Rome..." The couscous in Oran was decent, so food away from home wasn't something to be turned down.

He orders a dish of horseshoe crab and some durian as a side dish. Though given the presence of palm trees, one wonders why there weren't any coconuts or the like.
Ayvava hums a bit, then chitters and digs at the ground a bit with one of his limbs. "I cannot say for certain Miss Seiran. I certainly hope we learn something, though I must admit I do think that at least one way to strengthen Alina's Patron Spirit is present in you." He chuckles a bit as he says "I have always believed things happen for a reason. We were all saved from a permanent end to our lives along with our worlds... and we were brought here for perhaps more then just the fire brand. The description of her Spirit leaves me certain that you might have more you can do then you might imagine... or will anyways."

"Still, we should go tell the others of this meeting we've arranged, and see how many others will wish to join us."
Seiran Alantheil:
She's silent a bit.

"I'm... unsure," she says. "I mean... Gods are supposed to exist, aren't they? They're greater than mere mortals, representatives of natural elements or concepts, something that shouldn't be easy to destroy. And yet...

"Which makes me wonder; what's the point of picking up a new god when the old one is gone? Wouldn't it be dismissive of one's old god? Or what if that god is destroyed too? Do I keep changing gods like shoes?

"This is more... well, I suppose one can say it's philosophical nitpicking than anything. I just want to be absolutely sure about what kind of faith or deity I support. Maybe losing my faith has made a bit cynical..."
 

Talisman

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Time passes. Ayvava, Leila and Seiran make their way back to the house lent by the Crab Clan, where Amelia is winning the last of Kurg's pebbles. Elsewhere, Jake is served a rather spicy boiled horseshoe crab - or something like it, anyway - and a fruit that smells horrible, but when he holds his nose and tries a small bite, actually tastes quite good.

Kurg looks up as the others return. "Learn anything useful?" he inquires.
 
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