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dragoncalled2016-11-05 09:55 am
greatbeasts) wrote in dragoncalled2016-11-05 09:55 am
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Welcome, New Scions.
| New arrivals: The dream you wake from is an unsettling one that feels like a memory. It sits out of place and too far forward in your mind, yet feels as real and clear as any other could be. It's the shadow of a massive creature blocking out the sun, skyline, or similar entity. A roar that shakes you to the core and and a feeling of dread and loss weighing heavy on you. Whatever the feeling or vision that comes across, it brings with it a sense that your world is no more. A voice, reassuring and almost motherly in nature urges you gently to wake from your sleep. Rise from the ashes, little one, The voice calls in a whisper of wind and crackling fire, There is need of you, yet. As the voice fades and the world of the waking returns to you, you are greeted with the sounds of faint bustling and the bounce of wooden wheels on stone or the sight of Upper Nuren's winding streets and open squares. A cloud passes by slowly near one of the stone pathway ledges and the sounds of nearby Touched and Remnants at work or leisure filter through the calm, cool air. Whatever you had previously been wearing or carrying has been replaced. You might now find yourself garbed in a cloth tunic, pants or shorts, robe, dress or skirt, and sandals or boots if you wore clothing. A sash around your shoulders or a belt at your waist contains a small but weighted purse of gold coins, enough to acquire some materials, new clothing or food from the market and craftsmen in the city. Current Scions: Concern over the mild Winter has begun to spread through the city. The chill air should have come with the nearing end of the harvest, and so far the weather remains only pleasantly cool. The air barely passes the gentle cool of Autumn. Nuren's citizens are spreading rumors that mountaintop ice and snow have begun to thaw, causing mudslides in the mountains. The thaw has displaced the Ice and mountain creatures, leaving them irritable and unpredictable. The sailors mention that the Frozen Shore has also begun to melt, and the waters around the Frozen Shore and the mountain areas have grown treacherous and unseasonably cold. Throughout the city, activity springs to more vibrant life, with Scholars of the Cycle of Life and Scholars of Knowledge claiming that Benra has blessed the city again, bringing more Scions to help protect the great city. The rumors put the city's citizens into higher spirits, and music fills the cool air, spreading from Lower Nuren both up and down the mountain. |
| After waking, a pull starts from within your chest, growing stronger with each passing moment until it becomes the only focus. It tugs insistently once, then twice. A need to follow the pull curls around and through you, urging you toward a wide and torch lit staircase that leads down into the heart of the mountain. The steps are wide and sturdy, and the further down them you travel, the clearer the call becomes until you can almost hear it. At the bottom of the steps, the large cavern beneath the city is revealed. The floor beneath your feet is warm to the touch, and the magic in the air calms your mind and fills you with a strange sense of safety and peace. No magic or harm can be done within the cavern. The cavern's floor is covered in circles of runes carved into the stone that surround small depressions in varying sizes, from a coffee cup's rim to that of a small circular table. Some of the depressions contain dormant dragon eggs of various colors, shapes and sizes. The runes surrounding them glow faintly with a magical light. Only the Scion who is bonded to the dragon within the egg can pass the runes. |
| Once you emerge from the cavern, the strange spell that fell over you fades. The bond between you and your egg or hatchling remains but your command of your own decisions and actions return and you are now free to explore, question and move about. The streets of Upper Nuren are sparsely populated with Remnants, Touched and other scions with their eggs or dragons. Questioning any of the citizens leads to a variety of answers. You are a Scion of the Great Beasts. You were brought to the city from the ashes of time and space by the Great Phoenix known as Benra and the Great Serpent known as Mouros. Pressing for more information will reveal that there are five Great Beasts. They are Benra the Phoenix, Chelba the Stone Giant, Renzu the Griffin, Mouros the Serpent, and Lysheu the Chimera. They are said to represent Mortality, Order, Knowledge, Time and Chaos. You are in the great Mountain City known as Nuren, and its people are the last remaining vestige of civilization on this wild and dangerous planet. The Touched and the Remnants share an alliance and work together to keep the city protected and its citizens alive and fed. According to these citizens of Nuren, you are here to help them defend the city, unite the remaining races and restore balance to the elements. Soon after the first Scions awake, the city begins to buzz with the news and gossip that more scions have arrived. The curious and braver citizens make their way to Upper Nuren to get a look, and the rumors spread like wildfire through the city that Benra has come again. |
| Although those rumors make their way to Outer Nuren, the citizens there show far less interest in making the long trek up to Upper Nuren. The unseasonably warm winter has done wonders for the fishing in the bay, and the docks are alive with intrepid fishermen and ship crews interested in making extra gold while the fishing is still good. The taverns fill with activity and the markets are livelier than ever in the hopes of selling more of their wares and merchandise before Winter's chill catches up with the passing seasons. |
| When night settles on the city, the taverns, inns and squares fill with curious citizens hoping to meet the new Scions or catch a glimpse of the Scions they have already managed to glimpse a few times before. Food is offered freely, as well as blankets to guard against the cool night air. The night sky fills with beautiful displays of magic from the Fire, Light and Energy Mages, the Osaaru equivalent of fireworks, though far quieter. Several Scholars in bright and colorful robes can be found approaching the new scions and older ones alike, offering to tell them more about the city, Osaaru and the Great Beasts. Mages of similar garb guide scions to the cavern homes, and help where they can in making the scions more comfortable. Small comforts of food, pillows, decorative crafts and other small tokens are offered to visible Scions by the citizens of Nuren in hopes of earning their favor and friendship. |
| Please direct Introduction questions to the Plotting Post Q&A As a Reminder: Bahemait is not one of the Great Beasts openly discussed or mentioned by the Citizens of Nuren who believe the Great Dragon is little more than an old legend. We would also like to emphasize that the Spirit energy within every resurrected character is required to use all magic in Osaaru, even that which is brought from their own world. The drain of powerful or excessive use of magic will lead to exhaustion. |
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[He keeps a hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair a little as he feels wet spots on the shoulder of his tunic. Get it all out, little sis. He's not going anywhere till you do.]
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So after a little bit she starts trying to untangle herself from him, still sniffling miserably with a hiccup or two, but she's okay. She's fine.]
Y-you're gonna crush my egg...
[That's still a thing she's holding between the two of you! Though it's really more of an excuse than an actual worry.]
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You callin' me fat? Trust me, if anything crushes it now, it's gonna be you, not me. [But he gets what she really means, he loosens his grip enough to let her pull away and stand up. He COULD wipe some of her tears away for her, but he's pretty sure she's embarrassed enough already from the hugging. So, instead, he turns to pick up his own egg, which he'd set down in his spot when he stood up.]
[Good, it's still there and it didn't roll away or get sat on or anything. He slips it gingerly back into his pocket before turning back to face Natsumi.]
[All better now? You wanna keep talking about this, or is it time to move on to something else and pretend this didn't happen? He's good with either.]
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Not fat. Just getting a little overly sentimental there. You haven't grown even a little so there's no way you could crush anything.
[How about we pick fun at Fuyuhiko for a distraction?]
Y-you sure it's been three years? You still look thirteen to me.
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[He punches her lightly in the shoulder, smirking.]
Hey, I've grown a little! [No, he hasn't.] Just ask Peko, if you don't believe me. She'll back me up.
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[Yes, see, this is what she's talking about. She manages a chuckle, hiding it behind a hand before standing up a little straighter. Here let her just clear her throat a little...
......this is awkward now...how is she supposed to just. Move on from "oh btw you're dead"??]
Is she here too then?
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I meant she'd back me up on the three years thing, dumbass. [He flicks her lightly on the forehead.]
But yeah, she is. Her and two of my classmates too. I'll introduce you after the fireworks. [He smirks a little more widely, crossing his arms over his chest.] So you don't have to worry about finding a place to stay. That's already been taken care of.
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Hmph, it better be already taken care of. Three years means you're...what, twenty now? That means you're an adult on top of being my older brother. You have to look out for me twice as much now!
[If you didn't see her taking advantage of the fact that you're older now, Fuyuhiko, I don't know what to tell you.]
It'd be pretty bad if you didn't have anywhere for your teenage little sister to stay!
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Yeah, yeah, don't you worry that empty little head of yours. [He reaches up and ruffles her hair playfully.] Your big brother'll take care of everything. But, of course, you know that means you gotta actually listen to me now. Since I'm an adult and all, like you said.
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You may be an adult but you're still my oniichan. I'll listen to you the same as I always do. I mean, it's not like I ever listened to mom or dad one hundred percent of the time either.
[Sorry big bro.]
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And that's exactly the attitude that always got you into trouble, now wasn't it? I'm not saying you gotta do everything I say or treat me like mom or the old man, but you gotta at least listen to me all of the time. Got it?
[He's serious, Natsumi. You can't just keep being a wild, disagreeable force of nature, that's kinda what got your ass killed in the first place.]
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[That's...well. Half of what got her killed. Who knows how much anyone knew about her idea of joining the Main Course, and therefor if anyone told her to stop or gave her the chance to be a wild, disagreeable force of nature. At least in the sense they're talking here. But she can't just change who she is over night mister!]
Soooo then as long as I listen to whatever boring lecture you give me, I can still do whatever I want? Guess that sounds like a good deal to me.
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[Grow up u little brat!]
It's not that hard to understand, dumbass.
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No, not exactly. She'd left to find them something warm to eat, and that's how she comes back with two blankets thrown over one arm, an earthenware pitcher of warm tea dangling from one wrist, and a plate of unidentified little cakes that smell vaguely like honey in her other hand.
Oh, and a tiny palm-sized dragon seated on her shoulder, covered in soft, black downy fuzz not unlike a duckling.]
Young master, I've--
[And that's when she stops short at the sight of Natsumi, every muscles going tense as her jaw drops. And she very nearly drops the plate, too, which would have been a tragedy.]
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[Wait, hold on. Pause this very likely soon to be argument, oniichan, we've got a visitor. One that brings a bright grin to Natsumi's face as she abandons her brother for the moment.]
Peko-chan!
[Hey gurl, hey! You know, she looked like she was about to tackle the taller girl, maybe give her a hug or a friendly punch in the arm or something, but man. She looks a little too weighed down with stuff for that. So thankfully the blonde thinks better and just stops in front of her instead.]
Wow, need some help with all that? Oniichan how could you make her carry all this on her own, huh?
[She 100% knows that the swordswoman decided to bring all of this back on her own. Maybe with or without Fuyuhiko actually asking for any of it. But gotta pick on him for it anyway as she offers two open hands to help. Come on, let her take some of that for you Peko. It'd be awful if you spilled any of it.]
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[Can you believe it, Peko? Isn't this The Best? Hey, wait a sec...]
H-Hey, I didn't even know she was coming out here! I didn't make her do anything!
[What the fuck, Natsumi. How could you drag him like this?]
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[She hands the plate of cakes over, less out of a real need to free her hands and more from the surprise of having the other girl bounding in front of her, seemingly no worse for the wear for having been dead for three years.]
I apologize, I... did not expect to see you here.
[And she looks back to Fuyuhiko, eyes wide in a nonverbal scream of what's going on is this real?!]
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What're you sorry for? I wouldn't expect to see me either.
[She's been dead for three years after all. She turns around and starts heading back towards Fuyuhiko, expecting her to follow.]
These look really good, did some of the locals give them to you? This nice old man gave me a bun earlier that was really sweet! Though then again he wasn't one of the citizens, he was a scion like us, but they've been giving me gifts too. You're gonna come sit down with us right?
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[Which...okay, wasn't all that long ago, but still. You get the idea.]
[He takes a seat, clearly waiting for the other two to join him. Since apparently that's what Natsumi wants to do now. Sit down and eat cakes and drink tea and watch weird magic fireworks. Again, not something he's complaining about in the slightest.]
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[To both questions in that rush of words. Peko's swept up in her wake, following helplessly behind the shorter girl even as a tiny smile curves her lips.]
I am... very happy to see you, Natsumi-sama, [she adds quietly, fishing two teacups out of her tunic pocket and offering one to each of the Kuzuryus. She'd only gotten two cups because of course she did?? Just like of course there's no question that with Natsumi's arrival, she doesn't get any tea for herself. That's how it works.] It sounds like you've been treated well.
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You want tea too don't you? I can share with you guys.
[That's fine with her. Normally she probably would have been happy to have her own cup and let Fuyuhiko deal with figuring out tea for him and his hitman, but right now she's just???? Happy to be with the two of them???? She'll share. Sharing is okay.]
And yeah, I have been. Everyone's way too excited for us, and they've just been handing out gifts left and right, or telling me how great it is that I'm here, or any other number of things. In the upper parts of the city anyway.
[The people out at the dock treated her like she was pretty much just anyone else, and that was fine with her honestly.]
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Oh, and you better know that I'm happy to see you too. I shouldn't even have to say this. That goes for you too oniichan.
[She wasn't going to actually say that out loud, assuming they would know but...just in case. After learning about the whole death thing, suddenly making sure they know something small like that seems a lot more important.]
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Yeah, yeah, of course. I could tell by the way you screamed "oniichan, oniichan!" like a little kid.
[IT IS ONIICHAN'S TURN TO TEASE NOW, HAHA. TAKE THAT.]
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When Fuyuhiko hands Natsumi his cup, Peko doesn't miss a beat, pouring some of the tea from the pitcher into Natsumi's cup now that she has it. And then pouring tea into the second cup, she kneels beside them both.
And promptly holds the cup out to Fuyuhiko without a word. He should know that she's not going to stop holding it out for him until he takes it.
Or well, that was the plan, anyway. Instead, now that there's a cup of warm, steaming liquid close by, her dragon lets out a tiny growl of a chirp and leans forward, clearly trying to get a better whiff. It might be difficult for the two yakuza to see the little thing perched on her shoulder, but she's definitely making her presence known.]
That is not for you, [she admonishes gently. And a little helplessly, because she doesn't... really know what to do?? Can dragons drink tea??]
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It should be for him. Not like oniichan deserves it, picking on me like that when I was just happy to see him. After walking around this big city all on my own, no family or anything with me.
[There's a pout in her voice, but it's a playful one. Though hold on...]
Or is it a her?
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