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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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It'd be like asking someone whose family was murdered by a pack of wolves to raise a wolf pup. It's cruel and irritating, to say the least.]
'Tis a cruel jest of the gods to be forced into this sodding precarious situation, as if The Fury Herself is testing me.
[A moment later, he invites himself for a seat, not caring if she'll be all too offended. He doubts she will be, not with how she was the one to start the conversation. At least she's a kindred spirit in all of this, instead of trying to weasel a friendship out of him with rubbish and rubbish stories about this world he couldn't care less for.
He settles the egg on the table, a hand resting on it to keep it from rolling off onto the floor and breaking. Though, admittedly, such an outcome would be nothing he'd cry about. Normally, that is.]
From whence do you hail?
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She understands. She feels it, too, merely keeping such thoughts buried in the pit of her stomach for now. Pushing grief away, telling it to wait for a more convenient time.]
I'm from a city called Dunwall, on the island of Gristol. If you've heard of it, I'll be surprised; I haven't found anyone else from my home, and I'm starting to think I'm the only one.
[What lonesome words, if not for the fact that she speaks them so straightforwardly. She places her own egg on the table, its purple hue catching in the light of the tavern, fingers gently splayed across it to keep it from rolling.] Yourself?
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[Idly, he sort of wishes he were the only one from his world here. He recently cast off his responsibilities to Ishgard, and is more or less a free man, his time is not nearly as important as, say, Aymeric's. Yet his friend was here regardless of his importance to Ishgard.]
Eorzea—though more specifically the Holy See of Ishgard. Likewise I am full certain 'tis not a place you have heard of. We are a nation that was—until recently—wrapped up in a bloody thousand year war with none other than dragons. That I would find myself here, charged with the responsibility to attend one... I like not the humor of the gods, to say the bloody least of it.
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But here, they were companions, to be kept close to heart and protected as one would a child. Emily hadn't even considered that they might be nuisances in other worlds. The reason that wars may have been fought.
It causes her to scrunch her brow together, looking at her companion's egg in a new light.]
A twisted sense of humor, if it must be called that. You're still going to care for it, though, aren't you?
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[His eyes fall to the egg in his hand, his brow furrowing a bit as his thumb rubs over the shell.]
'Tis a blessing that the dragons here seem fit to coexist with others, but little can I say 'tis not jarring.
[After a moment, he returns his gaze to her, his expression softening to something more curious in nature, than the half scowl he was offering his assigned burden.]
What of you? What were dragons like whence you came?
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[At the question, she can't help but grin wryly, looking down at her own egg.] We didn't have anything like dragons in Dunwall. Or anywhere in the world as far as I know.
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[He knows dragons, and their magics. He is less than pleased to be enchanted with it once more, but he supposes taking care of an egg beats being a dragon shade's meat puppet.]
None? The thought of such is passing strange, I confess. Though I imagine a world would be better off without their presence.
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The world finds another way to fill the void dragons leave behind, I suppose. Better off, maybe. But better in general? That's all relative.
[Though Dunwall had slowly been recovering in the past few years, albeit slowly.]
For instance, a few years ago, the city was suffering from a rat plague.