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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.

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She snorts a laugh. She has only a small amount of shame herself.

"Deal, but we're both brushing our teeth first."

In a situation less pressing than "citywide devastation" that might be trouble.

"Yeah, that's fair. Even if we tried to compensate, you know we'd forget and suddenly end up ruining the.... shower." Or possibly any other noun that pause might have brought into their brains!

"That's a little harsh," she protests. "We wouldn't ruin it." They'd just maybe have to take another shower later.

"Well, spoil the moment, maybe." Morgan chuckled, then perked up slightly as he caught sight of a gathering not far away. Looked like someplace offering shelter, and more than likely, food!

Steph turns in the direction he's looking.

"We're all civilized people here, right? They have to have coffee."

"I'd agree if civilization itself weren't having a bad week." Still, only one way to find out!

"When we give up on coffee all is truly lost," she states with the highest of tragedy. They'd run out of coffee back home, but they still tried.

"If this keeps going places," Morgan mused, meaning her and him, "we might have a real struggle on our hands to reconcile that I like waking up early."

It takes her a moment to figure out what he means. When she does, she blushes. To her their relationship has gotten pretty far already. And it's not just the sex, for all that this is the first relationship she's had that started with that. It's the shared secrets, the sheer amount of time they've spent together, the fun they've had, and now this struggle they've shared. It hadn't really occurred to her that those things might have different meanings to other people. How embarassing would it be if she was the one getting carried away?

She gives his hand a squeeze and pushes those thoughts out of her mind. What they have is good, and there's no need to complicate it.

"You'll just have to be bored in the morning. Or else learn to be a night owl like me."

Honestly this thing they have? It got pretty out of control, pretty fast, and it's moving really fast. Not because of the sex, though he'd have been cool waiting -- but more, because his own feelings were apparently way more ready to handle this than he expected. Like he'd told her on their date, he wasn't that far out from losing his wife... and though, thanks to friends and family, he'd been handling it quite well, he'd been certain up till now that he wasn't handling it this well.

Then in waltzed Steph, playful and smart and bold and gorgeous, and here he was occasionally feeling like a confused teen again, losing track of words and being subject to her impish whims, and. Well. His comment had been presuming only that they'd end up spending more nights together, which seemed likely any way it went, but...

Well, he certainly wasn't opposed to more!

"Oh, I'm never bored, don't worry about that. Hope you don't mind me getting in a morning workout and meal and... well, pretty much everything!"

It caught Steph by surprise too. When she came to Avalon she had lost her world, her family, everyone she ever cared about, including the boy she'd dated off and on since she was 15. She didn't think she'd be ready for a relationship for months, if then. If she thinks about it too hard she's sure she'll find herself rushing headlong into a disaster. But that's how most of her life has gone, so she refuses to think about it too hard.

"And I hope you don't mind me sleeping like a log the whole time."

Oh, it could very well prove to be a disaster. But it could turn out awesome, too. Never know till you try.

"I'm totally okay with that. I'd feel guilty about waking you up unintentionally!"

"Perfect," she concludes cheerily. "I mean, I did spend most of my life going to bed at 3 and getting up for school at 7, so sleep's not a big issue."

Which is why she's managed to keep going as long as she has, even if it's incredibly unhealthy.

"And sleeping in class, I assume."

Ooh, smell that, Steph? That nearby group of people clearly had some sort of bean brew, and a strong one at that.

"Only half," she protests, but immediately loses track of the conversation when she smells something like coffee. She pulls him along after him in that direction without even thinking, letting go of his hand only when she finds a clean, empty mug just waiting to be filled.

Her need was greater, so he let her go first, with a little wobble once he no longer had forward momentum to keep him going. But he was still up, so victory -- and not only did this group have coffee, but some fruit they could pass around!

Exhaustion is nothing to Steph when she's in the process of obtaining coffee. Once she has it safely in hand she practically collapses into a chair, cradling it like water in the desert. Standing up again is going to be a chore, but at least she'll be caffeinated for it.

Have an orange, Steph.

"Myugh," Morgan said, intelligent and wise, as he got himself a cup too. No one would call this the brew of the gods, but all he wanted was ingestible caffeine. "God, I want to get back into it just to shake this tiredness. Once I get moving I'll be good for a while."

Steph accepts the orange, holding the coffee between her knees so she can peel it.

"See what I mean? I don't trust myself on moveable surfaces right now." She tears a wedge out of the orange and pops it in her mouth, ignoring the sting of citric acid on some scratches on her hands.

"I'll give you a moveable surface," Morgan said, threatening and flirtatious and yet somehow very much not either of those things because of how nonsensical it was. "There can't be too much more, not after this long. I think today's... well, you know."

Less saving buried people. More finding bodies, so loved ones could have closure.

She makes a questioning sound around the orange, but doesn't wait to actually voice a question before switching back to the coffee. That was a weird flirt, Morgan.

"There's going to be weeks of cleanup," she says when she puts the coffee down again. She's thinking about the work ahead, but it hasn't caught up with her conscious mind yet.

"No idea how much deeper this city went..." Or how many people lived in the lower levels, or how well they stood up to a total collapse. Ah, there it is. She stares down into her coffee for a moment. How many more bodies can she stand to find? It doesn't matter. It has to be done, so she's going to do it.

"Lemme know when you come up with a plan for today."

Yeah. That was really it. At the least, they could afford to rush less and think more.

"I'm the plan guy?" Heh, that was news, and he knew a LOT of people who'd be alarmed if not terrified by that suggestion. Morgan didn't think he was stupid, but he hung out with some ridiculously smart people -- his best friend had graduated college at something like 17, and said friend's uncle was probably literally the smartest human alive...

"First, I'm gonna consult with the bunnies about any survivors we can still get to in time. That'll be our first priority."

"No, you're just the only one with any magic left." It's also what they discussed less than five minutes ago, but she chooses to drink more coffee rather than point that out.

"Do you have to make another deal to call them here?"

As if they needed magic for a plan!

"I can call them any time to fulfill terms of a Bargain, so fortunately no. If I didn't think it'd cause a lot more problems than it'd solve I could haul in a lot more help, but that's the sorta thing that leads to panic when big ol' fae start lobbing around boulders and rubble."

They need something. Steph is running on fumes. Coffee fumes.

"Might also cause more damage."

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