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EVENT ✨ Sugar and Siege
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The fairy queen is less than pleased, but not angry, with how her quest went. She has Princess Bluebell of the Guinea Pig Nation speak, and Princess Bluebell also has a favor to ask... which seems to be the calm before the storm, as an unknown third party who made off with the Fisher King earlier this month have performed a ritual to resurrect him and left the veil open, letting in untold forces that have engaged in a Wild Hunt... and the prey is Camelot. |
CONTENT WARNINGS:
- 1st Prompt: --
- 2nd Prompt: Active: Battle, disease, famine, living death, rage; Historical/Not active in prompt: mentions of serial killers, murder, biological warfare, god/human love affair
- 3rd Prompt: --
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This prompt is backdated slightly and takes place on February 18th.
A live broadcast comes to everyone's devices, featuring a rather peculiar speaker. "Attenchun, kindly o-otherwowders! Tis I, Pwincess Guacachia Bluebell of the Guinea Pig Nation of Nowth Elphame. Though our home is too small to be noted on the Laage Neighbow's maps, I asschuwe you I am caulified as Ambassadow for Chween Elphame. Though you had failed her chwuest, many of you have shown the twust she asked fow even if not the bwains. Those who have will be shown gweat gwatichude, but she does feel [squeaking sound of dismay that cannot be translated out of guinea pig adequately] as the Fishaa King's body was pawt of hew pwans to dishmanchle the Cawamidy and didn' want to speach chuday because of it. Evewyone send good wibes and wikes, she won't speak when she's not |
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[again: squeaking sound of dismay that cannot be translated out of guinea pig adequately]... the Cawamichy won't be ended if you all don't wowk with the Chween, King Awfur's gwaces or notch, you know! But that's none of myyy busy-ness! Elphame offews a rewawd fow the Fishaa King's body now, much to keep you "fat and happy" for many yeaws! I also have a favew to ask on behaaf of my people. Our Festiva of Life is next week and the usuaw souwce of one of the chey ingwediench of our festiva cakes was a Leschawian, bwessings to them!" As it turns out, the Guinea Pig Nation (all talking guinea pigs who like to dress up in various outfits- in style now in particular is old western themed outfits, but the Princess must always wear her crown) are in a pinch because their Lestari hook-up for the feathers died in the fall of Lestari. They need help to pluck feathers from a bird called the Prism Tweeter! Their people love to decorate the outside of their Festival of Life cakes with their feathers, which are made of finely spun sugar in a variety of colors. These birds are typically found in the first Ash Mountain, but upon its fall, migrated to live in the Forest of the Felled as one of its new, more colorful residents. It only takes one feather to cover a cake, so pluck no more than one feather per bird and the whole flock will go unharmed... the only trick is catching these delectably sweet aviators: The birds can magically phase through physical, non-enchanted objects, so you have to surprise them to grab them. The plus side is, they really love vanilla beans, so they're easy to lure out of the trees.. you don't have to be George of the Jungle to help out the pigs.
More of a stay-at-home kind of helper? That's fine too. They need bakers to make as many tiny cakes as they need for the festival since it's so last minute this year! Hurry up and grab a friend to get to baking 3-layer 1 inch cakes wrapped in rainbow feathers to help these little guys out. The Elphame Traders will make a special trip to Camelot to pick up all of these cakes as a favor to the Guinea Pig Nation, so you can stay at home and bake with your friends no matter where you live. ![]() This prompt takes place on February 22nd and February 23rd. | ||
A few days after the fun and fancy-free stylings of the Guinea Pig Nation ahead of their Festival of Life (you weren't invited, sorry, too big you would destroy their homes- but they appreciate the help!) things are going pretty mundanely. That is, until what sounds like a battle cry is heard approaching New Camelot. On the horizon, what appears to be a massive cavalcade of demon horse-riding wraiths lead by four knights in what appears to be ancient armor rush toward the city. A few of the locals who hear the sound and come out to see what all the fuss is about immediately seem to spook, shouting something about the Wild Hunt. Usually it's something preserved for earth and those who find it will be taken along and dumped either in Avalon itself or taken straight to the underworld, but their presence here in Avalon.. well, that can't be good. The shouting seems to alert the castle, which seems to alert more people, and within a matter of minutes people are being rushed to take cover within the castle walls for siege. | ||
All of Camelot's gates are closed and people are directed to a couple of different places: knights and those who wish to fight are to prepare for battle at each of the gates. Healers who wish to stay and help the wounded are to gather in the citadel, where the injured will be taken. Those who wish to battle and heal will act as field medics to get people into a state enough fit to be taken to the citadel. Those who wish to offer other support may be asked to hand out food and water within the citadel or fetch supplies around the city, or to rush to the library to try to figure out what the hell is leading this hunting party toward them. King Arthur will lead the knights into battle. Merlin will also be assisting in battle, using a variety of magic from atop the castle. If your character gets into a pinch and you aren't sure how to get them out, feel free to have him send a magic spell to block an enemy. Knights given the authority to direct other fighting characters as they see fit (though your non-knight fighter's compliance is, as always, depending on your choice as a player). Those who wish to opt out of this event entirely will be whisked away by some of the Fairy Queen's spies to Nicnevin for safekeeping. If you do not want your character to remember or acknowledge any portion of this event, we can handwave that the Fairy Queen arbitrarily found your character annoying and put them under a sleeping spell for the duration of their stay. This will be done before the outer city gates are broken through, so your character can be safe the whole time and just chill in a hotel room in Nicnevin. Those who stay will be fighting wraiths (unkillable enemies) lead by four beings called the Knights of the Veil. Those who have rushed to the library to find answers will be able to spread the following information regarding the enemies, though first-hand experience may also be how your character finds out some of it: The Knights of the Veil live in the void between the world of the living and the dead and escaped when the veil was not closed during a ritual to raise a heavily cursed and protected corpse back to life. Though there's no way to know which corpse, recent news of the Fisher King's body going missing leaves some speculation and fear about who it was that was raised, but no one has any idea who did it. The Knights of the Veil have touch-based magic in addition to weaponry which you may have your character afflicted by at your behest. The four knights are as follows:
The Knights and Wraiths cannot be killed by any means as long as the ritual remains in effect and their tie to the underworld is stable, so for the time being this is a heavily unwinnable battle. Thankfully, wraiths are not very coordinated even if they are aggressive in battle so it's easy to dodge, flee, or take cover. |

On the second day of the Siege, devices will flicker with a face we haven't seen in some time. She is this world's mother goddess, after all, so if threatened she will come to offer reprieve. Morganna looks almost amused at how much destruction had been wrought by the actions of, truly, one man and those he had strung along. Morganna will not punish nor reveal them, but she will speak on the matter: "Those wishing for this to end, rejoice. I have birthed verbena upon your doorsteps. Take another's hand, light a candle and burn the flowers. Whisper 'lights out' three times together, and pray to send some of your magic to me. I need as many of you to do it as possible, or else I will not be able to freeze time fast enough to stop the calamity from engulfing this place afterward when I complete the ritual shutter." |
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Caster | Fate/Stay Night (UBW)
B) Siphoning Sorceress (cw famine curse/violence/injury)
C) Morganna's Ritual: Unideal Solutions (cw injury mention)
[OOC: Hit me up on ArchangelAmy#4540 if you want to plot something specific! Please be gentle/not too graphic if you're going the illness curse route, ty.]
B
Besides, he didn't want anyone to have to sacrifice a life for Caster. Yeah, that's the real reason he tells himself. Not almost dying because of full moon and seeing things in a new perspective. Not at all.
So when a wraith is about to approach her, Archer sends it back flying with wind magic.]
If you want to get to safety, come with me.
tw painful familiar fusion
[Wow Caster, not even a thank you? Instead she spat his name out like poison and drove the dragon fang deep into her chest, biting her lip to stop herself from crying out in pain as she triggered her familiar fusion- but it was as purple fire enveloped her form that she seemed to have second thoughts about fighting him right then and there.
...Besides, he seemed to be offering to help her? Caster spread skeletal wings and moved to Archer's side.]
And where exactly is safe? These things won't stop-
one day I won't forget he no longer has elemental
Back to the castle. We need to evacuate.
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[But what options were there? At least with her fusion up, she could protect herself a little more easily-
...She kept close to the other Servant, though, never quite taking her eyes off him, but starting to focus on the area around them as well. It seemed that she was at least thinking of the best way to clear a path.]
Do you have a plan?
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[ Through the chaos, he beckons her. Around him hover an arsenal of blades, which he wields kinetically to repel various wraiths. It seems that even she is worn from battle, and possibly cursed, at that.
What a utter disaster in which Camelot has found itself. ]
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Movement was getting harder though, and it was becoming apparent she would need to fuse with her familiar sooner or later to keep going.]
Somnus- you're not hurt, are you?
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[ He answers, shaking his head. Then he asks the same of her, giving her a brief once-over to asses for any apparent wounds. ] Yourself?
[ He'll begin walking in the direction of the city and citadel. ]
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[A small hint of relief. He was safe, good.]
...I can keep going.
[It hurt, of course it did- but beyond fighting through it, what other options were there? If she were to collapse here, that would be the end of her, wouldn't it?
Somnus' stride was larger than her's, and she rushed to keep pace with him, calling out her darkness to try and obscure their position from the wraiths.]
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A
[ A shield of light covers Caster's body for a brief moment, as an exhausted Maribelle stumbles toward her friend. ]
We - we have to get out of here! My gods, the army they've brought... I can't even fathom how many things are out there! Are you all right?!
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[Caster was breathless, running around was not her strongpoint after all, but at this point she'd avoided any severe injuries. She took a step back toward Maribelle, eyes darting across the battlefield as she tried to find an opening for escape.]
I've avoided the worst- are you hurt? What caused this madness, do you know??
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[ And this is not up for debate, apparently, as she grabs Caster's arm, ready to run with her! ]
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[She's not planning on resisting- running was definitely not one of Caster's strengths, but she had no intention of staying in the midst of the attack. She just hoped she wouldn't slow her ally down too much.
With a sharp flick of her wrist, she called a shadowy mist around them- hoping that would cover their escape. How or why this was happening were questions that could wait until they were somewhere safe!]
C
We can spare a few seconds.
[Because it looked like she needed it.]
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...I see no harm in a few seconds, but...what for?
[Her hand faltered, all the same. That was perhaps, enough of an answer.]
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For you. It looks like you could spare a moment off your feet.
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...I can't say I've taken much time to rest in all of this.
You don't seem to have been worn down too severely?
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A, with a CW zombie curse
...Claire needs help, Medea. Can you come?
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And now the more important part was exactly what The Dog said.]
Take me to her.
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It will be a few blocks. There will be fighting, probably. Zombies. Angry ones.
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[Running was not one of her strengths, but she tried her best not to keep him waiting too long at each turning. Meanwhile, darkness started working its way around her fingertips, ready to deal with any enemies that suddenly came her way.]
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A
( thank you for that stellar evaluation of the circumstances, Kate. while her outfit is, as ever, great for movement, she doesn't have any weapons on hand. no knives, no gun, both safely stored in her flat.
that's annoying.
but at least there's magic. )
C'mon.
( no use standing around wondering about all of this shit, right? they're here, they can fight. they better do something. )
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Still, Medea couldn't help trepidation coming into her expression- fight them? Directly?]
You can't be serious- have you seen how outnumbered we are?
[She followed her all the same, though, gritting her teeth and mentally steeling herself for a fight against impossible odds. Just like the Holy Grail War had been...Deep down, she wondered how many times she would be drawn into another wretched battle like this?
But she knew one thing for certain, as dark magic started to weave across her fingertips. She wouldn't let Kate get hurt out here, not if it was in her power to stop it.]
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her brother is counting on her, and so the only answer is to fight. she doesn't bother to answer Caster's question, deeming it rhetorical, deeming the answer obvious as she sprints forward, using a burst of kinetic magic to speed herself up, and another to grab a loose plank of wood from the front of one of the stores she passes, wielding it with the same certainty she would a staff, quickly guarding herself from the swing of a sword of the nearest wraith, buying time for Caster to work her magic from the backlines.
once upon a time, she would have been the person in the back, waiting for her shot. weird how things change, isn't it? )
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She followed as fast as she was able, slipping into the shadows and moving through them proving faster than walking- and with a sweep of her arms she sent a mist of curses at the approaching wraiths. At least that would slow them down!]
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