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nightfell mods ([personal profile] oblivium) wrote in [community profile] logs2022-10-06 01:15 pm

MOD EVENT #001

A CHAOTIC RESPITE


It isn't rare for the seasons in the Netherworld to be a little erratic, though many days have passed now without much of a hint of its typical mercuriality, a good and a bad omen all at once. This respite is commonly referred to as the proverbial "calm before the storm", but it also marks the beginning of merrier celebrations. The Moons above are gilded silver, the twilight sky edged with faint pink and orange -- a sunrise phantasm, spilling over the horizon. It's an infrequent spectacle, accompanied by a dulcet breeze and light drizzles that seem to encourage growth nearly everywhere. Unfortunately, under its influence, people seem a little on edge, quick to anger, but no matter; around Stygia, Restless have begun hanging decorations and ornaments on trees and windowsills, left to catch the moonlight and give off marigold and ginger glows, warmly lighting up the city. Rather than fish, the smell of freshly ground spices permeates the air in the Harbors, Mirth keeps its doors opened to all, but just before the festivities officially begin, a cacophony of chimes resounds all over, a transmission difficult to ignore.

On the screen of your cellphone, nothing; only a voice, ragged, out of breath...

“The woods... Oakwoods! They've come alive! O-One minute he was complaining about the water seeping into his boots, and the next he was... he was being yanked up into the trees! We didn’t see what happened to him, but we heard... the screams, ohh, the screams. Please! Come to Serene, I beg you. This is our safest sanctuary, and the lan... oh, no... wait, no, please... please... NOOO--”


...and the feed abruptly ends, a dull chirr of static. Will you ignore the stranger's call for help and feast, or venture into the woods?

► I. KNOCK ON WOOD (OH PUCK, HE'S HOT!)
When you cross the gates of Serene, an old woman welcomes you, palm flat against her chest and disquiet in her eyes. Myrtille, her name. Oakwoods loom dense and dark in the distance behind her, groaning low as leaves rustle without wind. The Mourning Lantern was stolen, and malevolence rose in turn, dooming them all.

“It was once kept here, a sacred Artifact crafted from the bones of Serene's first founder, who gave her heart’s blood willingly to the woods in an act of contrition. It's the absence of the lantern that is contributing to the wood’s unusually active malice, and if you lot cannot retrieve it, then we must sacrifice another. Go! Take these torches and go, before Oakwoods swallow us whole.”


So you've decided to be brave. Commendable, or foolish? The wood is dark and shrouded in mist, and the trees crowd around you, an absent wind somehow whispering foul nothings in your ear as dead leaves rustle around your feet. Your Shadow basks in the murmurs, sensing the malign presence in Oakwoods as a faint, garbled scream echoes in the distance. You wander deeper and the canopy thickens, thin streaks of moonlight peppering the woods in deep patches of darkness. Behind you, a creature you can't see hisses, and a fluttering of wings nearby alerts you to the arrival of snickering harpies lurking on branches. “Dead,” they croak, in a sing-song chorus. “Dead as daylight.” Oddly enough, they seem content to just watch and stalk you, perhaps expecting you to die quickly, an easy and effortless meal.

It's a frustrating errand if you've ever known one. You barely know what you're looking for, and your Shadow thrives in the dark, taunting, coaxing. You hear it then; a haunting melody, the silhouette of a boy on a fallen tree trunk, strumming. “Come,” he says, with a voice that shimmers like the sun on moving water. If you remember what that's like. “Rest a while. Forget your troubles.” For anyone familiar, you'll recognize him as a Puck, famous prankster, and from his hand dangles a lantern.

► If you attempt to take the lantern from him, he'll immediately drop it to the ground, causing it to break. You may choose to kill him and offer his blood to the woods, or let him go and bleed in his stead. Myrtille should be able to repair what's left of the lantern once the offering's been made.
► If you politely ask to return it, he promises that he will... if you indulge him for the night.

No matter what you choose, you will come across camps, either on your way in or on your way back: pitched tents, most moth-eaten, and some containing vestiges of prior expeditions such as putrid corpses or rotten food. You've been wandering for a while, and sleep sounds terribly inviting. Unfortunately, a wind finally picks up, and leaves begin to blow around you. A nick, then a cut, then a slash reveal the leaves to have razor sharp edges. Sleep well yet? If you've spared the Puck, he'll encourage you to sit with him around a campfire, where he'll sing and tell stories. Or are they. Perhaps you've heard of Bloody Mary before. Slenderman? The Devil that'll make you dance until you die? While the lantern remains in stranger hands, the thread between reality and fiction narrows; protagonists from the Puck's legends come to life, and the only way to rid of them is by quenching the flames of the fire.

Your journey unfortunately doesn't end there. The Puck has a riddle for you:
I am a word that is hardly there. Remove my start, and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?


If you fail to answer correctly, he'll vanish before you, and you can bid the lantern goodbye. You'll be forced to gather the bones from the corpses scattered across the woods, and feed it your blood -- or a friend's -- before you escape and return to the woman. The offering will leave you drained and exhausted, weak on your legs. If, on the other hand, you do answer correctly, the lantern is yours, and you'll be teleported out of the woods with a boon in your pocket: a piece of parchment invites you to visit your home in the Shadowlands. There, you'll find an object (or a pet) that belonged to you in your world.

the answer to the riddle is sparsely! it's up to you whether you'd like your character to fail.
legends told around the campfire can be any of the ones mentioned above or any other that might strike your fancy! go wild, have fun!
remember that if you pick an item from your character's world as their boon, it'll eventually disintegrate unless reforged with a soul.
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► II. GO BIG OR GOURD HOME
Welcome to the Frightful Harvest, a festival that marks the beginning of the Respite, a temporary period of tranquility between seasons. It acknowledges the blessings offered and the role that both good and evil play in the Netherworld. It is a time to give thanks, but more importantly, it is a time of reflection and warding. Warding against not only the darkness of the next seasons to come, but of the nefarious creatures and struggles that will undoubtedly follow.

Carved pumpkins and straw bales are placed everywhere around the city, and streamers and banners are hung from every home and storefront. Decadent cakes, candies, and pastries are made in over-abundance in order to accommodate everyone, and from the lush gardens of Radiance, an elderly, dark-robed man addresses the Netherwork. You'll learn by eavesdropping on nearby Restless that his name is Doran, the oldest among you and loved by all. His smile stretches kind, and while not an official member of the Hierarchy, it's clear he has certain privileges -- well-deserved, or so you hear.

“Let us gather, feast, dance and celebrate. Let us hold our glasses high for those who heroically perished, for goodness, and for the Ascended. May their journey inspire us to change our lives and the lives of others, to resist evil, and to triumph. To you, dear friends!”


And without further ado, let the festivities begin!

► BARDIC BLITZ
The bardic blitz is a friendly competition that pits talented musicians against one another in an attempt to win over the affection of the crowd through festive melodies or personal compositions. Although it can be hosted just about anywhere, the bardic blitz is normally held in a large canvas tent directly in the heart of Mirth, though smaller crowds also gather in Serene and the Harbors around bonfires.

► FEAST
Although all cultures around Stygia bring their own tastes and specific flair to the celebrations, there are a few staple trade goods that you can find at nearly any celebration of the holiday throughout the city. Many producing the various cakes, beverages, and cookies also use the time to test and perfect their recipes, teaching others or using them as guinea pigs.
Firstdawn Tea: This revitalizing crimson tea soothes the mind and body and is brewed from the roots of the dawn flower, which only sprouts during the Respite.
Grablenuts: These fist-sized brown nuts have a hard, stippled outer shell and soft, delicious spicy centers. A single bite will slightly lower your inhibitions, and you may find yourself seeking proximity and warmth.
Elysium: A nonalcoholic beverage that smells and looks as bad as it tastes. Only those with the strongest will manage to gulp it down. Once drunk, the person experiences true bliss, which seems to last for hours; in reality, it's only a few minutes.
Will-o-the-Whiskey: Whisky with minor hallucinatory effects, visual and auditory.
Sundrop: A pound cake coated in a sugary lemon drizzle. No side-effects, just delicious!
Shadowfell Candy: Chewing on this candy will grant the character a deep and rejuvenating sleep, during which they will appear dead to anyone.
. ► HARVEST HUNT
The harvest hunt happens in a corn maze located in Mirth's amusement park, specifically created for the occasion. Because of the labyrinthian horrors dwelling in the Tempest, some find the terror-free replica a little inappropriate, yet participants still abound every time. A favorite seasonal game of the exuberant and athletic, characters take on the role of either hunter or prey, racing through the maze to either corner their quarry or escape the hands of their pursuer. As long as Shadows behave, it's a relatively safe activity. Friendly spars sometimes occur, picnics, and star-gazing.

► THE PARADE
The parade is the activity most looked forward to by younger Restless. Citizens clad in colorful costumes walk the streets to the rhythm of festive music, and according to tradition, it helps ward away any lingering evil that might try to hide in the community. For reasons unknown, incidents where Restless unwillingly swap bodies sometimes occur.

► III. WAYWARD SUN
The Warding Ritual is a private affair, a behind-the-scene execution on the last day of the festival as you dance and feast and frolic, blissfully unaware. Something goes awry. First, a shriek in the distance, and soon, birds flying away in apparent surprise as the landscape rustles with the sounds of creatures and Restless alike fleeing. A vague sense of dread knocks the air out of your lungs, an iron grip around your throat. And you see it then, a headless figure shrouded in a black veil of cloth, sword in one hand and a bright flaming pumpkin in the other. Its head. It thunders through the night on its skeletal horse, its blade flashing in the moonlight in search of prey. Heads fall. You might get injured during the chase -- collateral damage. 10 members of the Hierarchy won't ever rise again, and the rider eventually charges into the Tempest, leaving behind bloody puddles and a slather of confusion. If you opt to help clean up the mess, you might come across stained sheets of paper on the ground, a painting of a white scorpion in the middle. Otherwise, it's time for you to go home.


ooc note

► Welcome to Nightfell's first event! If you'd like additional, more casual prompts, the Notice Board is right here! New prompts will be added next month, if you've already had your fun with them!
You'll find some answered questions here, but if you'd like to ask something else, please comment below!
For a little spooky ambience in the woods.

pyojeol: (pic#15727370)

PICKS TOKO UP

[personal profile] pyojeol 2022-10-11 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[LOOK SHE SAID SOME????? also she loves lemon sweets]

Look, it's not like I tried all of them? Just saw other people eating them. I think one of these makes you hallucinate? And the candies kill you, but like not really.

[SO INFORMATIVE, WOW]

But the cake's fine. If you're gonna eat anything, then at least eat that.
janescayre: (123)

MELTS IN HSY'S ARMS

[personal profile] janescayre 2022-10-12 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Fukawa stares blankly.]

The candies...kill you?

[Don't say ominous things so casually????

But hmm. This cake. She's watching her pile it into her mouth without shame. This must be the confidence of a true adult. Not a care in the world about what goes into your body, how vile you look hocking it back. It's fascinating.

Fukawa still has her doubts, but she peels a small scrap loose for herself, nibbling it with a frown.]


Are you sure that's not j-just the regular effects of excessive drinking?

[Losing grip on reality, passing out in public. Sounds familiar.]
pyojeol: (pic#15877548)

GATHERS U UP

[personal profile] pyojeol 2022-10-13 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sooyoung, yet again, being a shining example of adulthood she is, continues eating away. Is she chewing with her mouth open? Unfortunately, yes.]

Nah, I saw a kid eat one earlier.

[SOOYOUNG, YET AGAIN, A SHINING EXAMPLE OF ADULTHOOD, JUST WATCHING A KID EAT A CANDY AND "DIE"]

...Maybe he was throwing the whiskey back too? Is there even a drinking age here?
janescayre: (088)

;A;

[personal profile] janescayre 2022-10-14 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fukawa watches in awe. Could it be that adults are not in fact self-actualized, but children persisting in withering bodies?]

You m-mean there's just some kid here who died? Again?! [What the hell] And what do you mean by n-not really? Did they get back up again or just...b-become a zombie?

[NEW FEAR INSTALLED: ZOMBIE CANDIES. AVOID SUGAR AT ALL COSTS.

Fukawa scowls. She reaches for a glass — the whisky one.]


I d-don't care about age limits anymore. I've had enough.

[And she knocks it back.]
pyojeol: (pic#15847893)

[personal profile] pyojeol 2022-10-15 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ZOMBIE CANDIES... Sooyoung opens her mouth to say something along the lines "why a zombie and not a ghost?" and instead watches Fukawa KNOCK IT BACK. damb]

-- You really drank it...

[IMPRESSED? but also, WHY? She snaps her fingers in front of Fukawa's face, rude.]

How are you feeling? Tingly? Close to death?
janescayre: (192)

[personal profile] janescayre 2022-10-15 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[The finger snapping gets a flinch.

Although it should be a double flinch because she's already reeling back, hand to her mouth, gagging.]


Puh-cack!! Caff-caff-caff [Please hold. She snatches the napkin and starts scraping her tongue with it.] Wh-why — who w-would ever drink this sewage shit?! Ugh! I've never t-tasted anything so disgusting in my life!

[Please hold again. There's some more coughing, a beleaguered moan.]

...I d-don't feel like dying. I just wish I would.

[LIQUOR IS SO NASTY WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU ALL]
pyojeol: (pic#15858297)

[personal profile] pyojeol 2022-10-19 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Sooyoung moves a plate of lemon pound cake over to Fukawa, grinning.]

Amazingly enough, it doesn't taste as bad as that Elysium shit. And that doesn't have any alcohol, just makes you high.

[she gets a considering look on her face]

Wanna try some? It'll improve your mood.
janescayre: (168)

[personal profile] janescayre 2022-10-20 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[She'll take that cake, thank you. Fukawa rips a piece off and jams it in her mouth, sucking the sugar clean out. In lieu of breath mints or even a glass of water, she must make due with what she has.

Though she'll still give the woman a glance askance at the offer.]


What? Wh-what's wrong with my mood?! [Aside from everything. She resumes her stink facing post-haste.] I — I can't do that! Why would you even offer? What are you trying to pull, huh?

[SQUINTING.]

Oh, I get it. You're w-waiting for me to pass out so you can sell my organs!

[That's what strangers pushing drugs do, right?]
pyojeol: (pic#15874337)

[personal profile] pyojeol 2022-10-23 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Sooyoung continues to look thoroughly entertained like the weirdo she is]

Why would I wait? I would have just knocked you out by now if I wanted your kidneys?

[IS THIS MEANT TO BE COMFORTING?]

And anyway, it's not like this is my stuff. I have no problem offering food that's already free. [she nudges the bottle of Elysium towards this girl who is clearly a minor] Come on, you should try everything at least once.
janescayre: (155)

[personal profile] janescayre 2022-10-24 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
W-well—

[Fukawa chokes up. Okay, actually, she still feels like she has a point. No one should listen to strangers pushing weird substances on them.

Except the whisky is already taking effect, and that effect is a rather profound hallucination. The woman's already got short hair. It's no difficult feat for her image to warp in Fukawa's mind, twist to someone altogether more palatable.

Her head ties up the loose ends and comes out with a totally false conclusion: she's been talking to her best and only friend this whole time.]


Sheesh, y-you're always so reckless Komaru. You're going to give yourself f-food poisoning like that. [Should she do it? Fukawa eyes up the Elysium with a squint. It smells like a donkey stall.] Ugh. F-fine. But you have to have a drink too! I'm not dying for you, m-much less dying alone.

[Nevermind that she'd promised it would make her feel good. In her experience, all things are inevitably terrible.

Fukawa grabs the cup and takes the most cautious of sips. Her face immediately contorts with disgust.]


Th-there! [She slams it back down and juts it over to Not-Komaru.] You happy? Now hurry up and drink it yourself!
pyojeol: (pic#15847893)

THIS TAG 1/2

[personal profile] pyojeol 2022-11-05 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
[wow








so that's what the whisky does.....]
pyojeol: (pic#16053788)

[personal profile] pyojeol 2022-11-05 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
[She mouths the word 'Komaru', but instead of insisting that she's not whoever Toko thinks she is... She catches the cup before it can tilt over, lifting it up to her lips...

And then she pauses, glancing over at Toko to study her a little better. If she thinks Sooyoung's whoever this Komaru is... Will the hallucination hold even if she speaks? How strong is the illusion?]


Alright, alright, just give me a second. I'm gonna warn you now -- I'll probably act weird after I drink this, so you're not allowed to freak out on me.

[Will she see Toko as someone she knows? ...Toko's not really like anyone Sooyoung knows. and yet.]
janescayre: (221)

[personal profile] janescayre 2022-11-07 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Don't tell me how to act. [Fukawa scoffs.] What an impertinent brat. Does your brother like it when you b-boss him around?

[There appears to be a weird implication there. And the implication is that she thinks Komaru is a bro-con. Sorry, this is what true friendship looks like.

But no worries. The drink is hitting now. Fukawa's eyes widen. She jolts in her seat.]


HA— [She stops short. There's so many tinglies! A fire inside her, swelling beyond belief! But like, in a good way.] Haha...hahaha...What?

[GIRL WHAT'S IN THIS SHIT]