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EVENT ✨ Be Careful What You Wish For

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It's a lovely winter's day. The rain is a light sprinkle, periodically the sun peeks out and forms a rainbow across the sky, and it's not even too cold to go out. The perfect kind of day. "Nothing could possibly go wrong!" is what someone said right before things started to go awry. All throughout the town, strange happenings began to occur... people began to experience odd effects, and though it was clearly magic, most of Camelot City's residents didn't seem to have an immediate understanding of what had happened. In fact, much of it seemed somewhat.. random.

Characters will optionally be able to experience the following during this event (player's choice; characters may experience more than one):

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As you can guess, chaos is ensuing because of these strange effects, and counter-curses don't seem to be doing anything about it. Unaffected people are being offered the chance to quarantine behind the castle walls in the castle's guest rooms-- a huge upgrade from the inns in just about every way (it's royal opulence, after all, enjoy the stay and the amenities!) or being told to find another location to spend their time other than the close-quarters of the city, in case it is some kind of magical disease that's spreading. The town criers (read: social media news outlets) who are sharing this information will also be gathering volunteers may be conscripted by King Arthur on a trip to the edge of the Forest of the Fisherking to seek the help of a magical archivist that might be able to help them identify the cause of this clusterfork.

To get to the Forest of the Fisherking, the safest path is the pass between the Land of Rot and the water. It's a dangerous journey. The Land of Rot itself has the stench of death about it, and in the distance, anyone traveling with the party will once in a while be able to see a lone member of the undead traversing what appears to be barren, dying lands-- be they a walking skeleton or a rotting corpse of a zombie. The skies above are filled with vulture-like creatures that pick the flesh off of those who wander in and don't wander back out. Anyone who tries to go toward it will be warned that it's a bad idea or stopped by someone else nearby, as though one alone may look like a single creature, they can call a horde at a moment's notice. The camp could be overrun within moments and none of them are equipped to fight the undead right now.

The pass itself doesn't appear to have many creatures to fight along the way- most don't want to be near the Land of Rot longer than they have to, and it's dead silent at night, except for the periodic shrill scream from the Land of Rot in the distance. In fact, if you wake up past midnight at the camp, you'll find that even the camp itself seems to have all of the sound sucked out of it. When you try to speak, no sound comes out. There is a reason that this little stretch of land between the lake and the rot is called The Silent Shore by the water creatures and fae who live just offshore... though since they aren't the ones making the maps, it's not common knowledge in Camelot City. There's no way for anyone to have known ahead of time that everyone in the camp would be silenced.

It's also why orc bandits attack the camp in the dead of night, as they know that no one will be able to let out a scream. Try to get to your friend's tents and alert others as soon as possible, get help, and stop the bandits from stealing all of your possessions or hurting someone... you know, without a peep. Good luck.

Once the arduous journey through the Silent Shore is finished, the party arrives at the Forest of the Fisherking. It's quiet, but not in the same way the shore was silent. In fact, it's a rather serene location. The sunlight peeks through the leaves of the canopy, and small bugs and butterflies and pixies and other strange things dance through the air like they're under an enchantment of their own. Eventually, the party finds the home of the magical archivist. On the surface, it looks like almost an abandoned steam-powered traincar. There are gadgets and gears and clocks in the first room, little experiments here and there, and at the end of the car is an elevator. The elevator only fits two at a time, so you'll need to take turns going down. And down, down, down it goes. The elevator itself is a little rickety, so it may stop and stutter and you may be trapped in an elevator for any amount of time, alone in a small box with another person. When you get to the bottom floor, a pocket-sized steampunk-dressed gnome will appear on the elevator railing in a poof of smoke.

"In order to pass my door, you must answer my questions three."

The first question will always be your character's name. The second question will always be what your character seeks. The third question can be anything the player wants no matter how serious or ridiculous you'd like, but both characters will have to answer all three honestly, or the elevator will go back up to the top. Should they answer truthfully, the gnome will disappear in a puff of smoke and the elevator doors will open to reveal a dusty, underground library, filled to the brim with books and references.

The archivist appears, pulling up a helmet of variable magnifying devices from over his head, and tells everyone to look around, but they're not allowed to take anything. Anything truly dangerous is locked up, but characters may be able to find information on magical creatures, tips and tricks for different types of magic, or different accounts of Arthurian legend, and more. King Arthur himself goes to speak with the man after this, so they can talk about what exactly is happening in Camelot City.

When Arthur returns, he tells everyone the following information: Apparently, those fireflies people were wishing on at the bonfire normally gather their ability to grant wishes from the stars, which are currently frozen in time. As such, the power they drew upon to grant wishes went absolutely haywire and granted messed up versions of wishes for all kinds of people, including the people who didn't make them. They are wishes and not curses, which is why no one's counter-curses worked. Fortunately, the fix is rather simple, and upon returning home, anyone who stays out of the sunlight for at least 24 hours straight will return to normal. As the sun is the only functioning star and it's supporting the use of the fragmented star power the fireflies use, the magic of the wish will dissipate. As this is an unprecedented situation, no one knew this would happen. He asks that those here on this journey take to spreading word and ensuring it be done.

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i. the silent shore

[On the journey, there's something almost serene about the place, for the first hour or so. After that, the silence around them begins to feel almost oppressive, and Jane begins to wish for the sound of any animal (outside of whatever in Gods name that is screaming in the distance). A bird, a wild dog, anything at all. There is something wrong about this place, something sick, and as they go on she questions her own wisdom in coming along.

But she can't turn around and go back alone. That would be worse.

While they walk along the shore she keeps to herself, occasionally shifting the weight of her pack of supplies and watching her steps with a small frown. On her shoulder a brightly coloured bird sits silently, occasionally ruffling up its wings and puffing up its chest.

When the bandits attack Jane's first instinct is to yell out, only to find that she can't. She scrambles out of her tent and grabs the first thing to hand - a big stick. She really must find some kind of proper weapon when (if) they all get back from this.

However, despite her fear, she won't hesitate to swing said stick against the head of an orc as they focus their attention on someone else. Unfortunately, it doesn't knock them out... it just gives them a new target.]

Oh... um, hello.

ii. the elevator

[The elevator only fits two at a time, but Jane isn't entirely fussy about who she ends up going down with. She steps in beside the other person and her jaw tightens slightly as the doors close and the contraption begins to make its slow, juddering way downwards.]

This was a terrible idea. [She breathes out on a sigh, lifting her eyes up to the ceiling of the little box. On the one hand, at least she isn't on her own, but on the other... sometimes being trapped in a small space with a stranger can be worse.

Predictably (and so predictably she could have gambled on it) it's only ten minutes or so before the elevator jerks itself to a sudden stop. The grinding noise as it does so startles an alarmed yelp out of Jane as she braces her hands against the walls.]

Oh, goodness, what now.

iii. questions three

['How many chickens would it take to kill an elephant?']

I'm sorry? [The first two questions had been easy. Her name, what she was looking for, but the third one has her stumped. How many chickens would it take to kill a--]

Oh, no, no, that isn't my answer. Give me a moment. Ah-- what kind of elephant? And what kinds of chickens?

[Asking questions in return is probably not the best way to go about this, but some elephants are smaller than other elephants, and male elephants are larger, so it would take more chickens to kill them.

Jane assumes that she needs to get the answer right.]

iv. the archives

[Being told that she can look around but not take anything is almost painful for Jane, but she has no plans to try and steal from the place - especially when it means they might find themselves having gone through all of this for nothing.

She picks a few from the shelves that look interesting and opens the first one after gently brushing the dust off the cover, though she still ends up sneezing with the dust that flies off the pages themselves. The writing inside is tiny and appears hand-written, and she purses her lips as she moves the book back and forth from her eyes as if it might help.]

I wonder if he would let me borrow one of those magnifying glasses.

v. wildcard

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( this is dumb as fuck, but since threatening to kick the gnome out of her way isn't working (yeah, she tried that one already), Kate'll play along. )

... D'you know if chickens carry parasites? ( She doesn't always pay attention to academic stuff, but elephants are one of the few exceptions to that rule, and she does know that parasites are a very common cause of death for them. )

Oh, they certainly can, but it isn't to be expected in a healthy flock.

[She doesn't seem to be getting anything from the gnome in regards to her own questions, so she falls back on what the logical way to answer must be.]

It ought to be a matter of weight. How many chickens could overpower an elephant, in a hypothetical situation.

( are chickens even smart enough to fight? even if they were... )

Barely bigger than an elephant's foot.

( they might not even be that. Kate isn't sure, but what's important is that an elephant could probably step on a chicken without even meaning to.

now, accidentally ingesting something that could carry a deathly parasite? slightly more possible, in her opinion. )

How are you with mathematics?

[Jane can claim to be close to an expert with a few things, but mathematics is not one of those things. She does, at least, have a rough idea of the weight of a chicken and an elephant.]

An elephant weighs about six and a half tons, and a chicken... about six pounds.

Jane Porter | Disney's Tarzan (MoM CRAU) | OTA

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