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EVENT ✨ Fall Equinot


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SUMMARY: In the days leading up to the fall equinox, geese intended for eating escape and cause havoc around town, people share techniques to preserve plants for the winter, and Camelot's citizens compete to make the best light shows with traditional wax candles to draw spirits peacefully into Camelot.


With all the harder preparations gathered for the Fall Equinox, throughout the month people will notice that decorations start going up around town. The colors of fall seem to seep throughout Camelot, but more than that, so do more traditional sights and smells. In the days leading up to the equinox, traditional acts such as the sacrifice and consuming of flesh are performed. Well.. normally they would be. The fattened geese that are normally eaten in preparation for the equinox have escaped and are causing havoc around town. Geese are running around causing trouble for everyone-- stealing glasses, opening gates, putting up toilet seats when people try to sit down so they fall in the bowl... all kinds of madness! Even if you weren't intent on eating geese and were going to settle for the vegetarian option (pumpkin and nut soups are frequently served using the gourd itself as a bowl), you have to agree the general public needs to be rescued from these menaces. If you have the stomach for it, you are welcome to keep one of the geese you capture for your own table... but otherwise, please return the birds to the farm where they can be handled accordingly.

Birds are not the only sacrifice made to the autumnal equinox. As the flowers begin to reach the end of their life, there is a strong tradition of gathering flowers and herbs and preserving them for the upcoming winter, either to protect their beauty, scent, edibility, and sometimes magical properties. The simplest form of preservation is, of course, drying and pressing-- a technique you don't need magic for, but some of the locals will happily teach you. A more advanced technique can be learned to enchant glass bell jars to suspend the lifeforce of any living thing within its grasp for up to a year, if no one opens it. It's a technique used to preserve important or rare plants that may otherwise die out during the winter, such as herbs used in your favorite spell.. or dish. The glass bell jar will protect the plant, but each time it is picked up, a single petal or leaf will fall off of the plant. If all the leaves fall off, the plant becomes unrecoverable, and come spring the caster will find themselves cursed with a touch that wilts any plant they come in contact with. So if you choose to use this, be warned that there are consequences for misuse and a wide number of horror stories from people who have tried to use this spell for anything other than plants. Any type of mage can pour their magic into a bell jar to enchant it, and the type of magic will be reflected in a glass design that forms around the rim and handle. (An elemental mage may have glass flames form, or frosted etchings of your favorite animal may appear if you're an animal mage, and so on. Feel free to get creative.) Green mages may find this magic a little useless, since they can just replenish plants with their own magic, but it's still a good technique to know.. just in case!

Perhaps the most beautiful tradition that takes form leading up to the autumnal equinox is the candle pathway. Every street in Camelot will be lit up with thousands of candles for two nights leading up to the autumnal equinox, as a guiding light to help the spirits find their way to Avalon. The way the streets in Camelot are mapped out, the lights will form a path to the square where the fairy coins are being held until their release on September 22nd, the same area where the guardian egg ceremony had been performed. Some people get very creative with their lighting displays, which can sometimes result in beautifully lit streets and magnificent structures of flames. Accidents are quickly quelled by volunteer elemental mages throughout the city to prevent any structural damage. Some people might be compelled to make their own light display the most outstanding on the block, and it becomes a bit of a game to compete with your neighbors to see whose section of the candle pathway is the most extravagant.


SUMMARY: The autumn equinox ritual is interrupted by a huge earthquake caused by a Stone Giant bursting out of the Ash Mountains, bringing the closest Ash Mountain and Lestari to the ground. The purple dragon erupts from the ruins to attack Celliwig. The survivors of the collapse need help desperately. Characters must choose where they go to determine the fate of Avalon.


Calm and mundane preparations are a nice break from the sometimes stressful lives of Camelot's citizens and otherworlders, who often are asked to embark on life-threatening adventures and tasks. It's probably a good thing most of the month has been relatively peaceful, as things need to go a little bit differently this year on the fall equinox itself... but not as differently as they actually do.

In the town square, elaborate celtic-similar symbols are carved out into the ground and filled with mysterious glowing liquids. All of those who gained guardian tattoos and their attendants were asked to attend a ritual to release them on the night of the 22nd, along with anyone else who would like to witness. Everything is ready and as the witching hour approaches, several individuals dressed in flowing robes with their faces painted like skeletons approach. As the leader raises his voice to explain why they've come and what to do to make this night a success, a sudden shock-- Avalon itself shakes with the might of an earthquake... or at least, that's what it seems like for the first few minutes as everyone gathers themselves until they hear mass screaming in the distance. Though it's hard to see what's going on... there are still some very, very obvious problems.

A stone giant rises from the first of the Ash Mountains, crumbling the mountain around it as if the ancient being were holding the very mountain itself up... and it was. Those who visited Lestari will have seen its giant feet within the underground city. The former city. Lestari is now buried beneath the mountain, along with many of the other creatures living on and around the mountain. A huge storm of mixed weather forms above the giant's head, blizzard and lightning raging around it to no avail. As the people of Camelot watch what's only visible at a macro distance, they may not be as quick to notice that all of the fairy coins have begun glowing vibrantly, then suddenly burst out of the jars they've been held in, shattering right through them to fly off en-masse toward the stone giant. They embed themselves in it, fueling the giant with enough power to both begin to walk away from the rubble and for the spirits that have begun gathering in Avalon to head toward it, rather than where they had been intended.

As if that were not enough, after the Stone Giant takes two large steps through the Land of Rot, the gargantuan cloud of dust covering the ruins of the first of the Ash Mountain range rather suddenly lights up with a vibrant, ultra-violet burst of flames that illuminates the smoke. The gargantuan purple dragon that once took up residence in the mountain clambors out of the dust and shoots straight into the sky, enraged and furious, and able to sense where the magic came from that raised the stone giant. The reason it immediately begins flying toward Celliwig with the intent to raze it to the ground is likely not immediately apparent, but it is quite odd that it bypasses the much closer target of Camelot with its rage. As does the Stone Giant, though it does not head toward Celliwig and instead seems to absorb the souls of the dead that were intended to be guided by the fall equinox's rituals as it lumbers through the land. If someone does not stop it, it is headed for the Forest of the Felled.

King Arthur is immediately on the emergency broadcast system to implore people to join one of three groups:
  • Investigate and stop the Stone Giant

  • Slay the dragon and save Celliwig

  • Rescue survivors of Lestari and the Ash Mountain


  • The success of each of these missions is dependent on character participation. See the poll for details about how certain character types may affect the outcome of the missions.

    Please refer to Event Poll Notes for information about aftermath of this event and additional event info > Event Outcomes.
    eightfoldfiend: (I know a murder when I see one)

    [personal profile] eightfoldfiend 2021-09-24 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Yuber clutches his hat and rushes forward in a kinetic flurry of surging shadows. He comes to a rest beside Cecelia, his own slitted eye watching the one turned towards them.]

    I don't think it's impressed.

    But while we're here perhaps my blades could do some talking?
    sighsheavily: (Default)

    [personal profile] sighsheavily 2021-09-24 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
    [it's not ideal, but then... the longer it has its attention on them, the less time it's spending wreaking havoc down below.]

    Far be it from me to hold a man like you back...!
    absentconstellation: (handsome kitten)

    The Cat | Tamora Pierce's Tortall

    [personal profile] absentconstellation 2021-09-24 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
    Lestari - In the Rubble

    The purple eyed black cat sits in front of a narrow opening in the wreckage, his tail wrapped tight around his feet. The opening is large enough to hint at a route deeper into the ruins, but too small for most humans to comfortably navigate. That's why he chose it.

    "I require assistance," he informs the people near him in a loud, commanding voice. It might have been a fierce meow, but it definitely sounded like words. When someone looks his way he stares back at them expectantly. He requested assistance. You'd best provide it.
    eightfoldfiend: (We are half destroyed and paranoid)

    [personal profile] eightfoldfiend 2021-09-24 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
    [With a grin, he flashes forward again, landing first on the back of the dragon's neck then on the top of the its head. The beast is too large for him to reach its eye so he drives both swords downwards into its skull, causing it to screech in pain.

    As it starts to thrash he cartwheels backwards again, landing against Cecelia and snarling. Sure, he's inflicted pain, but it was hardly a killing blow.]


    Tsk! The scales are thick on this side. I can't slay it unless I can get to its throat.

    [Which would be a trivial task if only he'd had his usual powers. The thought makes him hiss in frustration.]
    luciing: (pic#14189110)

    [personal profile] luciing 2021-09-25 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Somnus' cloak rustles, and he merely raises a hand, waving it away once. ] You needn't be concerned. Go now, and help those who need it most.
    luciing: (pic#14227455)

    [personal profile] luciing 2021-09-25 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Her concern is clearly written upon her expression. This must stop. ] Maiden. [ He rises, turning to face her. ] I ask that beyond this alchemy, you do not concern yourself further with this affair.

    [ While his expression remains as smooth as marble, there is a sharper look in his eyes. ] May I trust you thus?
    trueltning_fury: (plain talk)

    [personal profile] trueltning_fury 2021-09-25 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
    [it's a fair point, and Geddoe inclines his head slightly in acquiesence before falling into step with her, half a pace back and not too close.]

    Is that a saying where you come from? I've never heard it put quite like that before.

    [he's got a lot of irons in the fire but touching base with Cecelia migh help decide which ones to bother with]
    grimaoire: (010)

    [personal profile] grimaoire 2021-09-25 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
    Robin doesn't see her attempt at a smile, but she can hear it in her voice. The reason Musse gives makes sense, but it feels like a half-answer at best. Again, she tries to remind herself that it's none of her business, that she shouldn't expect anything more, but it's clearly eating away at her. Seeing Musse like this... hurts a bit.

    Robin slows her walk, resisting the urge to glance back at Musse. She wants to give her a comfortable distance, as much as she needs. "And that bothers you; that's understandable. I couldn't begin to imagine how you must feel." She pauses, choosing her words carefully. "But it's all right to feel that way. It's all right to say that you are upset or overwhelmed, or that you aren't dealing with the circumstances as well as you think you should. You may be a Duchess--but you're still only human."
    corpsewarblade: (Battle trance (as Junko))

    Mukuro 'Junko' Ikusaba | Danganronpa

    [personal profile] corpsewarblade 2021-09-25 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
    A1) Untitled Fall Game: Horrible Geese
    "Ah-! No, fucking hell-!! Fuck off!"

    Catching a goose or two seemed like it would be an easy task for a mercenary like her- but as she should have learned from that quest she did with Hijikata, a trained soldier was no match for a horrible goose or two.

    And as such, Mukuro found herself trying to stop one from getting at the knife she wore on her thigh, all whilst another was eyeing up her pigtails with vicious intent...!



    A2) Untitled Fall Game: Candle Lights
    It was impressive, seeing all the effort people had gone to in order to set up their light displays- and somehow, Mukuro had gotten roped into putting some up herself. It was a good way to take her mind off everything that had happened during the month.

    So far...well, it looked as if she was having a little trouble. Artistry had never been one of her strengths, but even she could see that no, it was not supposed to look like an airstrip, was it?

    "Urgh... this is so much harder than it looks."


    B) Triage: The Dragon Fight (tw blood magic)
    When she’d seen the dragon deep in the caves, she had no idea that she’d end up going after it herself- she couldn’t imagine that it would go on a rampage like this.

    Fighting a dragon...? Her?

    Despite everything else, her eyes lit up with the hunger for a challenge. It wasn’t that she cared particularly for what became of Celliwig, but Mukuro couldn’t ignore the chance to test her skills on an actual dragon.

    Combat knife in one hand, knife made of blood in the other, she turned to whoever else was on hand to help.

    "We’re gonna need a strategy for this."


    C) Aftermath: Failure
    It was over.

    Despite how hard she’d fought, it was all over. But that was only natural, wasn’t it? She wasn’t from a world of dragon slayers or anything like that, and she wasn’t even a particularly good mage. So... it was inevitable the fight was lost.

    And now Celliwig burned, the rising smoke stinging her eyes. That was why she felt tears pricking up, wasn’t it? She felt nothing for the city, didn’t she? And it wouldn’t be the first time she saw a battlefield, or saw the world burn.

    ...She had a job to do.

    Pushing those uncomfortable feelings aside, she focused on working her way through the ruins as best she could in her high heels, searching for anyone who needed help.


    [OOC: Feel free to hit me up on my plotting post or on Discord @ ArchangelAmy#4540 if you want to plan anything specific!]
    colchismagecraft: (Crazed smirk)

    Closed to Homura, pre-battle

    [personal profile] colchismagecraft 2021-09-25 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
    People were starting to split as the emergency warning broadcast rang out- and Medea was left somewhat divided. She'd gathered in the square with Homura, who'd been her "attendant" for the tattooing ritual, and...well, then everything had started to go wrong at once.

    The Stone Giant. With the power granted by the ritual, she could probably help a great deal with that, couldn't she? But there was also news of a Dragon charging to Celliwig with a vengeance.

    And beneath the cloak, there was a wicked gleam in her eye and a twisted smirk crossing her face as a thought darted through her mind. Wouldn't now be the perfect time to get her revenge against that wretched Fae city?
    troubadamsel: (You Can Do It!)

    [personal profile] troubadamsel 2021-09-25 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Luckily, the actual encouragement (sort of) of Maribelle's anger seems to... quell it, a bit. ]

    Wait, what? Keep the grease?
    notquitetamed: (Monstrum form 027)

    C (cw mentions of death)

    [personal profile] notquitetamed 2021-09-25 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
    A few hours after the dragon got away, Hawk decided to go and busy himself with helping out. He was in no condition to be doing such work, but really he needed to be doing something and didn't want to go home and go rest like he should be.

    Mukuro will spot him while she's looking for people who need help. He's sitting down and looks exhausted to the point of barely even being able to stay awake any longer. He figured he could afford to rest a few minutes. While the worst of his wounds were healed and he's not in any danger of dying, he definitely still is feeling the effects and some bruising is already showing up. He's not dealing with this well because he shouldn't even still be alive. In his mind the only acceptable reason for failing was death. But he sees Mukuro and her impractical shoes and now is wondering how she can stand walking around in those. Girls were weird at times in regards to looks. Well, at least it's temporarily distracting him from how bad this has all gone.

    "Did you actually fight in those or did you arrive later to help with the rescue?" He wasn't really paying attention to the others since he was right up there with the dragon as much as he could be and he's the sort to rush on in and not care much for anything else in the battle.
    hegemonwings: (Iᴛ sᴜʀᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ)

    [personal profile] hegemonwings 2021-09-25 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
    Byleth accepts the greeting kiss with a quiet laugh, nodding when Edelgard speaks up again. "I'll handle things here," she replies, and then—well. There's the door. She waves once at the familiar young woman when Musse opens the door, stepping over.

    "Welcome. Please, come in. Do you want help with any of that?" she gestures to the obviously somewhat unwieldy load the tactician is carrying, eyebrows slightly raised. The plant is a surprise, but a pleasant one.
    sapphirecontess: (019)

    [personal profile] sapphirecontess 2021-09-25 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
    "Ah but didn't you know? We nobles aren't only human, that's what makes us nobles and gives us the right to collect taxes and behead dissidents."

    Sounds like her mood may be affecting her sense of humor a bit.
    grimaoire: (101)

    what the hell are taxes, our prince is too much of a himbo to have those (lucky girl)

    [personal profile] grimaoire 2021-09-25 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
    Ah. Robin might have relented if Musse hadn't immediately made that joke. But thankfully for her (and Musse, even if she probably wouldn't see it that way), she gave a perfect opening for her to take advantage of. Turning her head to look at Musse, she offers her a cheerful smile.

    "I'm sorry, but I don't believe you."

    For once, it's Robin invading Musse's personal space. Metaphorically.
    cameprepared: Unsure of Source (Sharing)

    [personal profile] cameprepared 2021-09-25 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
    Claire had not been doing well, the news hit her like a gut-punch, but she'd been handling it as best she could. She'd barely slept, and she felt like she was back in Raccoon. All those people...just gone.

    She'd thrown herself into work, patrolling the camp, fighting to stay focused on anything but the news trickling in.

    Spotting Stephanie, she shambles over, walking right up and holding up a little flask

    "...Wanna share...?"
    sapphirecontess: (083)

    [personal profile] sapphirecontess 2021-09-25 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
    The smile stops Musse short and she returns it with a markedly pained smile of her own.

    "I do believe I am reaping what I sowed."
    cameprepared: Unsure of Source (Scared)

    [personal profile] cameprepared 2021-09-25 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
    I imagine you're...hey!

    [Claire rushes forward, all but throwing herself at Cecelia and shoving her to the side, just in time to keep a falling roof tile from hitting her. It shatters on the pavement, throwing up a cloud of dust.]

    Jesus, that could have been bad.
    tantailizing: Dissidia (Alright new plan)

    [personal profile] tantailizing 2021-09-25 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
    ... Alright. I'll see you around, man.

    [Maybe. He kind of looked familiar, but he wasn't up to asking right now. There was a lot of clean-up that needed to happen.]
    grimaoire: (001)

    [personal profile] grimaoire 2021-09-25 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
    "I wouldn't put it that way." But yes, she is. Turning around to face her, Robin sighs, her expression slipping into something more quiet and subdued. Drawing this out any longer isn't benefitting anyone here, and it isn't her intent to belabor Musse for trying to deflect.

    "You... haven't had many opportunities to say how you truly feel, have you Musse?"
    luciing: (pic#14189136)

    [personal profile] luciing 2021-09-25 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
    [ There's only a curt, half-nod on his part, and he returns to preparing the campsite. ]
    sapphirecontess: (020)

    [personal profile] sapphirecontess 2021-09-25 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
    "Of course not. One does not exist honestly being the daughter of a dead Duke, especially when so many others would love to sit upon his seat."

    Musse's response is rather flippant, although again her attempts at humor don't really have much life in them.
    flapsin: (ummm)

    [personal profile] flapsin 2021-09-25 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
    Of course, of course! I can dig that!

    [He'll stop there, he'll promise! He grunts as he roots through some more rubble... but then he gets to one of the larger ones. He might work out, but he's still a duck, so it's not too easy for him! But still, with a grunt and some effort, he manages to dislodge it.]

    This one's... a little heavy!
    flapsin: (let's fight)

    [personal profile] flapsin 2021-09-25 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
    Darkwing keeps his webbed feet firmly planted in the ground while keeping a tight grip on his end of the rope. He takes a breath and prepares himself... and then he starts to pull! Humans are heavier than he's accustomed to, so it's a bit tricky. The pull will be gradual, with the duck grunting while trying to reel him up. Slowly but steadily, he feels he can do this!
    fujimaru: (47)

    [personal profile] fujimaru 2021-09-25 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
    Beo-san, I'm still underage for that kind of thing.

    [ Out of everything that she's had to abandon in the name of her ongoing mission, adhering to drinking laws is the only thing that Ritsuka clings to for her own sake, specifically. The moment she agrees to take a drink, she half-expects the Celts or the oni (or maybe all of them) to just spontaneously manifest, and after that... she's not sure any healer would be able to help her liver.

    But she's smiling a tiny bit as she says it, even as she starts to carefully bandage his hands. ]


    You need to be a little careful, too. I can't help as much as I could back home.