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Here, There Be Dragons

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.

The Heart of Nuren

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.

Upper and Lower Nuren

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.

Outer Nuren

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.

Evening

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.

Notes

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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Evening

[ Koumyou's gone native for the celebration, for all that he's so obviously a scion himself. With a furry little dragon curled up on his shoulder and watching all the going on, he's been passing out little treats to his fellow scions. Even those that have already seen the odd older man around town won't get passed up. There's no particular point to it, but it's fun to embrace the excitement.

Dressed in brown robes draped in a way that might suggest a Buddhist monk's attire, he's walking sedately through the streets. Whether in the richer or poorer parts, he navigates them as if he obviously belongs. Only when he sees another scion (or the occasional curious native child) does he deviate from his path, wandering over with a kind smile. ]

This is for you. [ He offers a jam-filled bun, one of many in the basket hanging from his arm. ] A gift from the locals.

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[ Feel free to make up any other scenario, or hit me up at

homomagi to plan something out. Koumyou will be out and about being nosy, and can be found just about anywhere. ]

[ chiaki herself is dressed in a nice-ish purple dress, with a warm cloak. this late into the evening her little hatchling dragon is asleep in a sling, curled up against chiaki's chest, as her scion wanders around searching for dinner.

...a jam-filled bun can count as that, sure. she takes it with an equally kind smile in return. they've both been here an extra 30 days, so it's possible they've met or at least seen one another around. ]

Thank you...I was getting a little hungry. But, have you had any for yourself yet?

Ah, would you know... [ Koumyou considers this question seriously. How he's survived to reach is late forties might just be a mystery. ] I haven't. Would you care for company while you ate?

I wouldn't mind that. It's always nicer to eat with company...I think.

[ try to sound a little more definitive about that, maybe, nanami. ]

Always seems like such a commitment. [ He helps himself to one of the buns, inclining his head to lead her from the path of traffic. ] You might want it to be less pleasant one day.

[ Clearly that makes sense. ]

I might not want to eat with company...? I don't think that's so. I've had too many lonely meals...I think.

[ so, it's clearly better to eat with company? ]

[Shego glances between Koumyou, the jam bun, and the dragon before snatching the offered food and taking a bite. Her own dragon is on the ground, scampering around the newcomer's legs with great fascination.]

You're not local.

[Her dragon sits down and trills in agreement. Or maybe he's just trying to ask for a bun of his own.]

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Oh, probably not. [ It's a mild, easygoing agreement. He leans down without hesitating to offer a second to the woman's draconic companion. ] But neither did I bake these.

Uh-huh. [The bun is almost half the dragon's size, but that doesn't stop him from grabbing it in his hand-like front claws and biting in with gusto.] Being the good Samaritan, or looking for an excuse to say hi to the newbies in a way that'll make them like you?

Not at all.

[ That's not even a proper answer to the question, but apparently that's not going to keep him from offering it. ]

It's an excuse to walk the city.

Why do you need an excuse for that? Got a curfew or something?

Hmm, I certainly hope not. That would be a problem.

[She raises a curious eyebrow. Normally she'd make a dirty comment, but she isn't really in a flirtatious mood right now.]

Well, whatever. I'm not exactly gonna complain about free food after a day like today.

[There's only a little hesitation before she accepts the bun, examining it a little at first before offering him a short bow.]

Thanks. I'm starving...

[Though she doesn't take a bite just yet, now giving him a once over. Wait, he's got a dragon...]

Aren't you a scion like me though? Why're you handing stuff out?

Because you're hungry. [ He returns the bow with a nod. His passenger on his shoulder wouldn't much appreciate getting dumped off for the sake of politeness. ]

I cannot think of a better reason, can you?

[Taking a bite, that kind of answer earns him a smile and she politely waits until she's swallowed before replying.]

I guess not. It's nice that people like you are around doing stuff like this. I'm sure I'm not the only one who's lost and hungry.

[Another bite.]

How fast did your dragon hatch?

Oh, a few weeks, I suppose. Two? [ He looks to Mochi, the dragon staring blankly back at him. Perhaps asking the creature that had just done the hatching about the timeline wasn't the most sensible thing. ]

We'll say two.

Two? So then you've been here a while!

[She's met a couple people like that. It's nice to have them around, even if they only have a month's worth of experience to share.]

Jeez how did you even manage to wait that long. Waiting for just a day is already killing me...

[He blinks down at the bun, a little caught of guard. Most of the locals have been avoiding him, once he finally took to the streets to wander. He hasn't exactly been approachable.]

Ah, thank you.

[He accepts it. Sniffs it. Takes a large bite, then grins. The quiet joy reverberates through him, which is a wholly new feeling, and he glances down at the egg in his arms, curious.

He still has a bit of a mouthful when he speaks again.]

Can't go wrong with baked goods I guess, eh?

[He looked up when he was offered the bun, eyeing the person beyond it. For a moment he thought he might be a local, at least until he noticed the dragon. So, another Scion. Passing around gifts?

Works for him. One offered bun, taken.]

Thank you.

Welcome, New Scions.

Koumyou Sanzo | Saiyuki | Current

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sorry about the delay, unintentional hiatus

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sorry about the delay, unintentional hiatus

don't worry about it!!

Evening

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