isleofavalon | 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.

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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: --

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
[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: Carlea: Once a proud Queen, she sold her soul to the darkness after her husband was killed by enemies and the prince of the enemy nation forced her to marry him. She used this ability to brutally murder every last citizen of her enemy's kingdom over time in secret and feed them to a pet bear she was gifted by her new husband, saving him for last. Carlea's touch will invoke a curse of famine, causing all food and drink to turn to ash in the touched individual's mouth. Rubion: Rubion was a serial killer in his world known for killing over a hundred people, though the exact number is not known. Who he was before that isn't particularly known, but as a killer, he was known for brutally killing anyone who crossed him in a fit of rage. He was from a time before forensics and tended to kill witnesses, so he was never caught. That is, until he missed seeing a small child hiding under his bed during one of his rampages. The child's grandfather took him in and killed Rubion himself after he found out why the child would not speak for a month straight. It is thought that his own god cursed Rubion to stay in the void where he could not torment his victims in the afterlife too. Rubion's touch will invoke uncontrollable, violent rage and turn even the smallest slight into a mountainous anger. Augusto: Augusto was the general of an army who used the blood of his people's sickly to spread disease in conquering nations. He did not choose to become one of the Knights, instead being cursed to eternal damnation by a priestess in one of the villages he wrought destruction upon. Augusto's touch will inflict a disease of the player's choosing upon their character, at full height of symptoms within 30 minutes of touch. Pien: Pien is a god of an older religion who was banished from the heavenly kingdoms for loving a human so much she attempted to give her eternal life despite that it was forbidden to grant eternity to mortals. She has a high-and-mighty attitude, and if disrespected will disrespect you right back with dignity-obliterating consequences. Her followers tended to be on the M side of things. Her touch will invoke conscious zombieism, meaning that your body will die and begin to rot despite still being able to move, and you will be aware and able to communicate and feel during this experience. 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."

verbena flower

That is all she says. The ritual won't do much if only one person does it outside of today as Morganna is keeping secret what she does on her end to complete it. If your character's name is possessed by the fairy queen, they will be forced to participate in this ritual so they may notice something odd if they weren't intending to do it.

After the ritual is complete, all personal rituals will be voided and need to be recast. (This includes things like brownie summoning spells or the banishing of lesser frost fairies if your character was doing that from last year to keep their house warm.) This will also cause both the sun and moon to black out for about a day afterward, so you may want to get on board with artificial lighting or spells until a party heading to Celliwig to repair that ritual can get out there in about a day's time.

The most dangerous ritual that has been broken will be the time freeze. Morganna uses everyone's magic to give herself superspeed to recomplete the ritual to recast it, along with a significant portion of the Isle of Avalon's itself that had been built up in surplus having everyone here for so long. However, there are still 2 seconds in which the massive event that threatens the multiverse can move forward. It is now visible in the sky to the north during the night even without being at the End of the World, and will stay that way for the duration of isleofavalon until the multiverse is saved. It is outright terrifying if you travel to the End of the World now, taking up the majority of the sky.

For a month afterward, those who participated may find themselves fatigued without clear cause... but in general, magic will be misbehaving and causing accidents for everyone for about the next month.

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Look at yourself and say that again.

[ It's not like either them can repel the wraiths nor the knights for long. No matter how much they might fight or how long they fight, it's a losing battle. As much as Ryouma wants to stop, he can't. Something in him tells him to fight and don't stop until he can't move anymore. A total lack of offensive magic is the problem here, but it doesn't to him when this blinding rage is driving him. ]

You're falling apart...Might be better off if you just stayed down there. [ Spiteful. ] You're more of a liability that I thought.

( the sting that accompanies that comment is... well, muted. it's not exactly the worst thing anyone's ever said to her, not by a long shot, but they're there. a reminder of the unfortunate fact of generally liking this bloke, of friendship which has wound its way under her skin in a very different manner to the curse which shucks away bits of dying flesh.

still, that push of kinetic magic seems to hit the nearest wraith a lot harder than it needed to in order to knock it back. )

Don't be a bitch.

( she's still assuming this is a tiredness thing, really. and besides, being a bitch is her job. )

Don't be so useless.

[ He's going to have to make this up to her later after all of this has died down. Not that he knows it's going to die down in the moment. All he can really feel is heated anger and the need to keep fighting. His own limits and the reality of his opponents being unkillable don't matter. Another strike, another wraith sent scrambling, only for another to take its place.

This is hopeless. ]

( hopeless indeed, but they don't exactly have any other choice. it's fight or roll over and die, and even with pieces of her falling off with each attack, Kate has no intention to do that right now.

still... the hell is up here? she's quick to catch another wraith which comes their way, but her magic is running thin after so long fighting and when she tries to send it flying backwards, all she manages is to make it stumble. )

Dammit...

( not exactly disproving his point there, is she? )

[ It's not like his sword can do much against the wraiths aside from drive them back further. At least her magic did more than that. That pisses him off more and that anger is about to boil over again. ]

Is that all you have to say for yourself?

[ If the wraith he'd attacked had been human, there would have been little left aside from a bloody smear. ]

I told you to go, now do it!

( the onslaught of wraiths darkens and thickens, blocking the passage forward until there's no hope of even catching a sliver of light between the ghostly bodies trying to attack them. it puts the urge to snap back at Rider on hold for a while, practicality taking over.

they can't win here, and dying is a stupid idea. )

C'mon.

( sorry about this, bitchy mcgee. she's gonna just grab him by the arm and attempt to drag them both backwards, searching for a room they can barricade themselves in. )

The hell is wrong with you?

( if they both make it, that question finally gets growled out. )

[ Well, it's enough to catch him off guard, so it works. He doesn't turn his blade on her immediately, at the very least. Rage burns through him so hot that the idea isn't off the table.

Ryouma yanks his arm out of her grip. ]

I should ask you that same thing. I knew you were a mess but I didn't think you'd start actually falling apart.

[ He still hasn't sheathed his sword. ]

( this whole thing has tempers frayed, and maybe it'd be easier to just think of it that way. do some zen shit and let it roll like water off a duck's back.

but tempers are frayed and her body is fraying at the seams, and he's not wrong that she's falling apart, quite literally (there's a piece of flesh slowly curling away from her back as they stand here), so irritation wins out and she's pressing into his space, trying to push him against the nearest wall in response.

rude.

still. fighting him isn't a good idea. even her exhausted, battle and curse-addled brain knows that. )

Shut the fuck up and be grateful I saved you.

( speaking of... how long are they gonna be stuck like this before they can get out of here? 'cause she doesn't particularly feel like being sniped at for hours while trapped in a room. )

[ He isn't happy about having his space invaded and isn't afraid of making that fact known. Under normal circumstances, retaliation would be out of the question. He'd simply apologize and try to talk his way out of the situation. It's well-established by now that these circumstances aren't normal.

De-escalation is out of the question. He shoves her right back out of his space. ]

I don't have to be grateful for anything.

( given everything, the retaliation isn't exactly unexpected, but she doesn't avoid it either, stumbling backwards by a few steps as the force of his hands stick the slimy rot of her skin to her top.

ugh.

why did she bother to drag this guy here if he's just going to be a brat about it? they're already fighting a losing battle but here's her dumb ass, stuck trying to keep a version of Rider she barely recognises safe.

(she knows why. knows whatever this is isn't normal, is nothing but a hiccup in a stressful situation, or... maybe there are other curses out there like the one peeling layers of skin and muscle away from her bones.

still. it's pissing her off.) )

—Fine.

( he'd have a point if he wasn't being such a dick about it. )

Next time you can stay out there.

( it's ineffective and petulant, and she's too damn tired to care that it is, spinning on her heel and dropping down into the nearest chair instead of arguing back. )

Give me a reason not to push you back out there.

[ Yes, he's in that sort of mood. He doesn't like it. The way he's acting makes him feel sick, but it's not like he can do anything about it. Every time he tries to push past it, it just gets worse.

So he sulks in the corner like a child. It's better than the possibility of hurting Kate. ]

( ...you know what? )

I'll save you th' effort.

( sense tells her to stick this out, but irritation and exhaustion win out. why is she here, listening to this? it'd be easier to just to fight her way through wraiths.

and so she decides to, crossing the few steps to the door and letting it slam behind her. )

EVENT ✨ Sugar and Siege

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