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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[He says nothing as she runs off, despite her statement. It's best that she grab those supplies first and an explanation would simply hold that up. He can talk once she's busy applying the bandages.

When she returns she'll find that he's arranged himself in a more comfortable sitting position where he'd been left.]

[She returns quickly-landing with a leap in fact, the supplies in her arms. It's better to carry these sorts of things NOT in her stomach, after all.

She holds them up-bandages, gauze...she managed to even get a damp cloth for some cleaning.] If I may, [she starts, and once she gets so much a as a gesture for a go-ahead, she'll go to see about that leg wound.]

[This child is... odd. Frog-like, he's noticing. One could attribute these aspects to being some sort of ninja, even one with sage-like abilities, but he can't tell for sure.

He has that pant leg all the way up, rolled so it's out of the way of the wound. The cut is deep and should honestly be bleeding more than it currently is. It will be if he continues to move around on it without having it treated.]

Thank you. [Those quiet words are his consent.]

[Then with his consent, she will move. First cleaning what can be cleaned, and then applying a large cushion of gauze to be tied down with bandage.] With something like this, you should see a proper doctor. The one that I got these from isn't far from here, but I was faster than them, and it seemed best that this wound at least get attention as soon as could be managed.

How are you feeling, right now? [Compared to the earlier state of 'shit', at least.]

Better.

[Only as far as his actual injuries went, of course. He'd never feel a hundred percent his best but any improvement that will help him get around is a good one.

He looks over her work carefully.]

It's my illness you won't be able to cure. [He says this without looking up.] That's terminal. Or it should have been.

Terminal? [More importantly, 'should have'? It catches her off guard, and she only barely keeps from tightening the bandages too much before standing.] If you still have it here, that's fairly worrying. Just what kind of illness is it? [Cancer?? Something else???]

[Itachi just gives her a somewhat pained smile and doesn't elaborate further. He's already given away enough. He moves to stand himself, paling at how much it hurts to do so. It could be a lot worse and he's going to have to get used to it for a while.]

It's nothing you'll have to worry about. Your help has been much appreciated.

Ah- [She almost reaches to stop the other, but he seems to manage. Instead, she merely nods worriedly, before looking toward where she'd vanished to before.] ...Well, at the very least I can show you where that doctor was. They can probably help you more than I did just now.

... I suppose that would be for the best.

[Itachi's seen doctors before, of course, but it had always been on the down-low, people he knew he could trust. Rarely did desperation call for visiting just anyone. He had to plan and make background checks.

But none of that is an option here, so he'll follow her.]

Right.

[Off they go to the doctor then... ...hopefully Itachi can get SOME good news there..!]

Thank you again.

[It's best not to get too hopeful about that.]

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Let's say wrap this up so we can event properly?

Consider it wrapped.