Event Log: June, What Lies Beneath

[faileas]

Event Log: June, What Lies Beneath

Down, Down, Down The group leaves on the morning of the 16th, a band consisting of Mirrorbound, Theodore and Sowilo from the Coven, and one of the two returned Wilders to lead the way. The latter three will only be present for the first leg of the journey: from the North Gate to the Northern Outpost by teleporter, then a few hours' hike to the site. A tunnel yawns open, fallen rocks built up around it in mounds. Everyone is offered enchanted lanterns to light the way, and their guide takes them perhaps a mile down before he and the pair from the Coven must part ways with the Mirrorbound. The poorly-lit tunnel leads steadily downward. The way is marked by their gracious hosts to be, with arrows drawn in softly-glowing algae painting the walls so there is no mistaking which way to go; a good thing, because the deeper the party goes, the more tunnels branch off of the largest one, twisting and turning into the dark. It takes some hours to reach a familiar cavern lit with algae and glowing crystals, a herd of the velvet wormipedes idly milling about the small lake and stream that led into town in the dream. Much nicer long boats are set up and waiting to take them deeper, along with respectfully quiet Monster guards to steer them. They take a slightly different route from the dream, but before long, they reach the curtain of grayish green moss that dangles down into the water, stretched across the wide tunnel exit like a membrane. It parts on its own as the boats pass, though beware if you are infected by the Cwyld - it will not allow passage, only reach out long, tough tendrils to try and envelop you, the touch of it burning acid-bright where it is harmless for those uninfected. Past the curtain of strange moss, the cavern city opens up before them, vast and spacious, dimly lit with more algae, crystals, and softly glowing orbs of magic. It's like being plunged into an eternal twilight, somehow soft, cast in gentle colors. The boats bypass the markets this time, drifting farther down a branching stream into the city proper, to dock next to stone platforms. The winding streets and flowing canals branch out all around them with no rhyme or reason, the city sprung up around the natural layout of the caverns rather than the other way around. Buildings are carved out of tall stone spires, the windows and doors covered in fluttering silk, many of which are pulled away so that fascinated locals can peer out at the scene unfolding. The Matriarch herself comes to greet the group, ringed at the back by spear-carrying guards, all Monsters. A tall, long-limbed Arachne woman bearing battle scars and stark white hair, she looks perhaps in her 30s, and speaks with a booming, commanding voice, amplified by a charm. As she speaks, ten Wilders are released from silk rope bonds and nudged to join the Mirrorbound; they're a little roughed up, perhaps, and shaken, but none are seriously injured. A few Monsters also make the rounds, placing copper tokens in the hands of ten individuals. "Welcome, travelers! This meeting was foretold and so it has come to pass. During your stay you will be treated as our honored guests. You may come and go as you please, but we ask that you use the same tunnel you entered through; we have not yet re-secured the other entrances from Cwyld nor the tribes. I would hate for danger to befall you while you are under my care." Her smile is wide, her eight eyes bright, and her teeth are very sharp. "We have prepared temporary residences for your use. I hope you will stay for the celebrations. I look forward to meeting with some of you very soon." Notably, she does not mention the surface where from the Mirrorbound came, and those around her do not ask.

I. The City The Mirrorbound receive mixed reactions from the Underground. Some are fascinated by these visitors personally invited by the Matriarch and allowed past the markets; others are wary and suspicious, believing them to be wolves in sheep's clothing. In the city proper, most passing Monsters are armed, but this doesn't seem to be anything new. Still, step cautiously - plenty do not take well to even unknowing offense and will pick a fight, or may see these guests as easy, weak targets to pickpocket or mug in the dark corners of the twisting streets. The guards only step in if things take a turn for the worse or if the fight is very obviously imbalanced - they step in more for Witches being attacked than Monsters, because they feel Witches require protection more. Still, not all are so unscrupulous: more citizens are delighted to talk, even if they still seem skeptical about a whole world up above. Mirrorbound, as guests of the Matriarch, are given nearly free run of the city, allowed to explore such locations as the marketplace, the library, the shops, the schools (the Arena for Monsters and the Academy for Witches), and the tunnels and caverns outside the protective moss barriers. The only places they (and most locals) are expressly barred from are the Matriarch's audience hall, the upper level of the library, and the guards' barracks. a. The Marketplace The marketplace is much larger than previously thought - it rings the entire city, and stalls spill onto the streets of the inner city as well in a lazy sprawl. There are some shops with actual buildings, but they're fewer and more expensive: alchemy and apothecary shops, a couple of restaurants, a weapons shop or two, nice clothing shops. Most, though, are independent merchants who set up and take down their stalls every day and night. Any number of Underground-sourced foods, clothing, weapons, trinkets, and more can be found at the stalls; they barter, or exchange chips of precious metals and gems, but they'll take cune coins with fascination. The marketplaces are the liveliest areas of the city with Monsters and Witches alike, from all walks of life, mingling and sharing gossip and idle talk. Those who lost items to the burrowing hyenas at the Northern Outpost some months ago should keep an eye out: the hyenas are fairly common down here, serving the roles of pets or working dogs for Underground citizens, and a few merchants deal in more interesting goods. The missing items can be found scattered across some stalls, and the merchants will gleefully tell perusers that these things come from the surface, aren't they fascinating? Don't you want to buy? Luckily, it shouldn't be too hard to get your things back. They'll take all manner of interesting trinkets in trade. b. Library The library is bound to be a popular stop. Monsters get some strange looks if they enter the spire just off the courtyard from the Academy, but they aren't barred from entry; most just feel that reading is for Witches. The building is only two levels - one closed off at the top, guards keeping everyone out, and the rest is just one very tall floor ringed with a spiral of platforms and stairs to access the honeycomb-shaped shelves built into the walls. All their books are written on scrolls of silk, and the librarians bark at patrons to be delicate with them, some are very old. If one has endless time, the scrolls can offer a look at life Underground: historical accounts of past Matriarchs, brave warriors and battles against nomadic tribes or hideous beasts, their history as they know it, scrolls on offensive and defensive magic for Witches, fighting techniques for Monsters, information on their unique flora and creatures that can be found outside the city, and even plenty of fiction - sword and sorcery novels all set in the tunnels and the city. It's just a bit difficult to find what, specifically, you're looking for, because if there's any kind of organization, it only makes sense to the deep-dwelling denizens. Maybe make it a team effort! You'll also need some simple translation spells, because their system of writing is quite different to the common system in Aefenglom; even then, it may not be accurate on older scrolls. c. The Guest Villa Those who choose to spend several days in the Underground are given modest accommodations in a tall stone building. These guest chambers boast gentle lighting, wide beds, backless sofas, potted decorative fungi, and stone furniture. It's... cozy, with humble individual rooms and larger common rooms for gathering. The algae grows in delicate patterns across the walls, pulsing in soft colors. They've gone out of their way to provide what comfort they can, but there aren't enough rooms for everyone to have their own - everyone will need to share with one or two others, so choose someone you can get along with.

II. The Tunnels Mirrorbound are not restricted only to the city. There are many entrances to the cavern where it resides, the openings all covered with sheets of that same gray-green moss; some wider tunnels obviously see more use than other, narrower ones, and the footpath of many Underground denizens is easy enough to trace, the stone worn smooth. The path to the velvet wormipede cavern is one of them; they're raised as livestock, all at once food, transportation, and producers of silk and hide for clothing. This is much the same as the dream. Another well-worn tunnel leads upward to an agricultural center, though, and still more lead out into the wild. They're warned, but not hindered, before they leave for anywhere other than the farms or the livestock cavern; dangers abound in the Underground. Those who do much wandering may notice something going on as well; the guards stationed at each tunnel mouth can often be found talking to each other in low voices about an unknown red algae that seems to be growing on the protective moss. It can be found primarily around the lesser-used tunnels so far, starkly bright against the dull green, and this seems to be a point of concern... a. A Botanist's Dream It's a short walk down a wide, inviting tunnel to reach the place where the city grows fungi and underground plants for food and medicine. Large rats and hyenas both are present to keep opportunist creatures and insects from demolishing the carefully-cultivated beds of rock and soil, and small blind fish swim about in the large pool of shallow water, in which grows something like seaweed. One of their primary sources of food, besides bug and rat, are mushrooms of many sorts - all the types that grow in the farms are edible, though some may be an... acquired taste. The Fauns and Witches who tend the beds are happy to offer samples of anything that can be eaten raw; they're most enthusiastic about a type of spherical mushroom whose cap opens up to reveal what tastes and feels like savory cotton candy, and a type of flat fungi that tastes sweet and fizzy and offers a heightened good mood for an hour after. b. The Wild Underground The lesser used tunnels are a different story. A mile out from the city, Cwyld runs in thick black veins through the stone walls, infecting the sparse plants and many creatures that live out there. Careful not to touch. Infected and uninfected creatures both are highly dangerous to explorers, including stone-burrowing moles with wicked teeth and claws that can cut through metal like butter, vicious white wasps that carry lethal venom, and berserker vampire bats that survive on the blood of other animals and people alike. Some infected fungi give off blindingly-bright flashes when disturbed, while others will cause rashes and blisters on contact. Explorers are warned not to touch anything if they can help it. As well, the nomad tribes roam the less-civilized tunnels and caverns. These are small bands of usually Monsters of different types in mixed groups, though some can be found dragging humans along with them. Nearly all of them are some degree of feral, and plenty bear Cwyld infections in different stages of seriousness. They don't stop to ask questions before they'll attack anyone, including each other, in hopes of robbing them blind and leaving them for dead. As vicious and quick as they are, perhaps it's no wonder they value strength in the city?

III. Graduation Day (21st - 23rd) The Underground does not have 'Litha' as Aefenglomites know it, but come the 21st, they do have a major celebration. They simply call it the New Year, or Graduation Day, depending on what festivities are asked about, because the three days serve as both. At this time of year, with more magic in the air, the algae and crystals glow much brighter, cycling naturally through different colors that cast beautiful rainbows across the imposing stone structures. This display is how they mark the start of a new year, and it coincides with the graduation of young Monsters from the Arena and Witches from the Academy. The New Year is a time to celebrate Bonding, partying, and showing off one's skills in the hopes of attracting a new Bondmate or romantic partner. Tensions can also rise high as rivalries are settled, and small brawls in the streets are common; the guards don't interfere, again, unless things get too dangerous. They're content to let citizens work out their own issues, but unfortunately, this means Mirrorbound may get dragged in on occasion! Small fights are also a tried and true tradition to show off one's abilities around this time of year. It serves multiple purposes: attracting a Bondmate, establishing a place in the unspoken hierarchy of the city, and working out problems with others. Monsters are more likely to start brawls than Witches, though it isn't wholly uncommon to bear witness to two rival Witches throwing spells at each other in an alleyway over their grievances. They're more likely to be stopped, as magic can be quite destructive. a. A Matching Pair The un-Bonded should take precautions during the New Year celebrations. These fascinating newcomers are bound to draw the eye of curious locals, and they may put on a violent or flashy show trying to draw your attention in return! The most common way to show that you're already taken during the celebrations is with face-painting: several stands set up around the marketplace with cosmetics and brushes, and two (or three, or more) people painting matching designs on their faces and bodies signify them as a set - either Bonded or intending to Bond. That doesn't mean there won't still be competition for your heart, but it will lessen significantly, especially if you're a Monster-Witch pair already. b. Exhibitions Primarily intended for the graduating classes of Monsters and Witches, the exhibitions are an official stage set for their coming-of-age; this year, however, the Matriarch has decreed that Mirrorbound may participate as well, in the interests of getting to know one another! They're interested to see what these strange travelers can do, especially against some of their own. Mirrorbound are encouraged by excitable locals if they seem reticent, but of course, no one is forced. (Just don't be surprised if you're called a coward for refusing!) At the Arena, a massive sunken ring with stone benches for spectators ringing the whole of it, young Monsters learn combat skills, with and without weapons, and how to harness their unique physiologies in the dangerous world of the Underground. Their yearly exhibition fights take place all through the three days of the New Year, and young Monsters battle each other til first blood to the cheers and jeers of citizens (and more importantly, Witches) come to watch. The longer the battle, the more impressive it is - and Monster Mirrorbound will have no shortage of eager opponents wanting to test their skills against the unknown. Generally, the fights result in bruises, small cuts, and little else, but rivals for the same Witch might take it farther on purpose before they're wrenched away from each other by the teachers. Meanwhile, at the Academy, the tallest stone spire building in the city, young Witches learn magic from a young age. It isn't exactly the same as magic taught at the Coven, but many concepts are similar - barriers, evocation, enchantments meant for weapons or shields, healing, most of the magic they're taught at this younger age is for combat, protection or practical purposes. They only learn more frivolous magics after graduation. Much like their Monster counterparts, they give solo or duet shows of their flashier and more impressive magical skills in the courtyard, with many citizens coming to watch and take stock of the new generation. Mirrorbound Witches may find themselves being cajoled into putting on a show of their own by curious locals wanting to know what kinds of magic are taught elsewhere.

IV. Aefenglom - Litha (21st - 23rd) Meanwhile, for those who have chosen to stay above-ground or those who have left early, Litha comes once more to Aefenglom, bringing with it beautiful pink and purple skies, a far departure from last year's red tint. It has the city in a much cheerier mood for the celebrations. While they know that several Mirrorbound left for a while, they don't seem too aware of the actual mission, and have very little to say on the matter - they'd rather have a nice Litha, after last year's bad omens! Many of the activities from last year return, better than before, including the brothels opening up their doors (showing off all the wonderful new styles in lingerie!), collecting flowers to put under one's pillow in order to dream of future partners, and wandering the hedge mazes that have been magically constructed in certain parts of the city. Seeing off ships happens regularly as well, citizens setting floating candles into the harbor and river to wish them luck. a. Love Boats A new attraction for Litha is being rolled out this year right on the River Temese! Near the gate, an enterprising Faun has set up a few small boats, each just big enough for two and shielded with fine gauzy curtains for privacy. Couples are invited to buy a ride down the river together, assured it will certainly set the mood. Those who have no partners are offered (or cajoled) to be randomly paired with someone, because perhaps it's fate! The boats drift lazily down the river and stop on their own next to a small dock right before they reach the Harbor. Unless you're willing to swim, hopefully you like your boat partner, because you're stuck with them the whole ride. b. Predictive Pools One bathhouse in the Entertainment District has laid an enchantment on one of their semi-public baths for Litha. When two people stand in the water together, bare, it will begin to glow and take on one of a handful of colors that they say will predict the pair's compatibility level! Sexually, romantically? Well, why not both? The only thing is, they've lost the instructions, and cannot seem to remember what color means "most compatible" and what color means "not compatible at all"... As a reminder, all sexual content should be clearly marked in comment headers, or else moved to a comm-locked log or personal inbox! Be good to each other.

Welcome to June's Event Log, What Lies Beneath! The Underground will be open until mid-July at minimum, and possibly longer. Characters can come and go if they're willing to make the trip multiple times. As always, please direct your questions here! The NPC threads will take place here. Aaand, the Action Tracker is right here! Make sure to let us know what your characters have been up to, good and bad, by July 7th, as this will help determine how Mirrorbound-Underground relations might proceed in the future!

Comments

[unsundered]

Why did he have the strangest feeling he might regret this....

But he was hardly about to back out of anything now; good judgement or poor, Emet-Selch was committed to the path ahead of him, and that path apparently involved getting designs painted on him.

Blue was a favorable color at least, for all that you'd be hard-pressed to tell, given his continued apparent mood, particularly in response to that smile. "So long as it looks roughly like what everyone else is bearing, I have no particular interest in the design."

A dangerous amount of freedom given, perhaps, but he is undaunted.

[sneaksweet]

They're real good.

's usually honey, butter, sugar, and mixed berries. ... I dunno what the portions are.

[darkcharge]

[ Vanitas considers this. Would magic really have such an effect? He supposes that it is entirely possible, since different worlds bend to different rules. The Underground itself seems like an entirely different location. ]

This time around?

[wylderrant]

"Oh, well, if it's up to me..." Iramaat flashes a broad, white grin at Emet-Selch and then begins, tracing her fingers over his face and occasionally dabbing her finger back to her palette to get fresh paint. She starts with a sort of line across his forehead - leaving that strange little dot unmolested - and then begins to paint a swirling, curving design against one cheek - all outlined in a bright, cheery blue color. She has no qualms about turning this into a true work of art, although her canvas might have some objections, considering she doesn't show many signs of slowing down.

"I think you'll find yourself enhanced by all of this," she chatters at him, "And hopefully with less people trying to dragoon you into doing things you'd rather not."

[bloodwit]

Sounds as if it may also be a matter of preference, also.

[ he takes the last bite of his cake, resists scraping any leftover icing onto his fork... ]

But straightforward enough. With enough experimentation, I'm certain it could be recreated.

[sneaksweet]

Most of my family has a sweet tooth.

[Minus his baby brother. Juza would probably pour in half a cup of sugar, if somebody left him alone in the kitchen.]

Guess I can try makin' it. [There's no way it's going to be the same, but that's just how cooking works.]

[bloodwit]

[ viren makes a noise of agreement. ]

You can try. Use enough butter, and I'm sure Soren will want to share in that.

[darkcharge]

[ Vanitas does give him a rather odd look at the statement. ]

You somehow tend to convert my selfish actions into something else. I don't know what to make of that.

[ Because Vanitas certainly hadn't thought of it like that, doing Sora a favor. He had been protecting himself, hadn't he? Van is so cautious. So wary. Generally distrusting. More so towards the people back where he's from than the people he's met here. ]

But no. I don't particularly care for hero-types. How can you be there for others if you end up out of the picture?

[bloodwit]

Would a dubious intent make it more interesting for you?

Because, unfortunately, the intent behind it all is actually quite benign.

[bloodwit]

[ he tail flicks. thankfully, viren doesn't have much issue with ... eventually making his point. ]

Were you planning to spend much longer here?

[lostinshadows]

Better.

[And not feeling as...pathetic.]

Sorry for...hurting you.

[He got shot in the face with a fire spell for your sake.]

[lostinshadows]

["Professional" might be cutting it a bit close. Bookman wouldn't want his apprentice to be defenseless, after all.

And fighting against Akuma is definitely...something you'd need to learn to fight against.]

Which means that we should get out of here before he gets himself together.

[lostinshadows]

Mostly about this world's culture.

[He tilts his head.]

And its history if she'd be willing to tell me.

[lostinshadows]

Yeah.

[He nods.]

It'll give a little more wiggle room.

[Without having to swear "loyalty" to a side.]

[inlikethebrume]

And more prone to jump to conclusions sometimes.

[Setting her sword to her side, Mira rubs her neck.]

Had to handle two idiots who didn't even gather proof of wrongdoing.

[lostinshadows]

"If I get to meet a beautiful lady such as yourself, how can I refuse?"

He...might be flirting with a bit of danger here. But the Matriarch doesn't quite have him instincts urging him to flee yet, so he's sticking with that.

Will it come to bite him in the ass? ...Maybe.

"If it's not too bold of me to ask, how long have you been the Matriarch?"

[foundfamilies]

[Leslie was very excited for Mikasa to suggest meeting up. Leslie missed Mikasa and she refused to believe Mikasa was someone she needed to be afraid of, but she also wasn't about to push Mikasa out of her comfort zone, so she had no choice but to accept Mikasa's distance.

Granted, at this point, now she was the one who recently pushed her bondless experience to the edge and has only freshly bonded with anyone, but as long as she doesn't use any magic it should be fine.

Despite the muggy temperatures of Iuneril, Leslie picks up her pace when she sees Mikasa. She is a little startled by the change to her eyes, though she's frankly more uncertain about being asked if she's eating alright. After all, she hasn't had to starve since before she met Mikasa and she seems unaware that it was at all noticeable when she first arrived.]

...Yes? [Does this need elaboration....] I had pancakes for breakfast and two glasses of milk.

[Milk encourages growth, right? -- Oh right, the other thing Mikasa said.]

It's good to see you, too. I missed you.

[moustre]

"That is still impressive, considering the state of the surface last we knew." Which was a pretty long time ago, but still. "Perhaps some day we too will be counted among your number."

The Matriarch nods as he lists things they may be interested in trading for. "We know the best places to mine, certainly. I can see where those above may not have as much access to ore and gemstones. Fabric and metals, those too we can produce in excess." She hums, taps her chin. "I am not certain if you've seen the state of the tunnels far out from the city, but ours is the only proper civilization below. We allow some trading with the various tiny groups of nomads, those who still have their right minds, but they need us more than we need them."

Her genial expression sobers a little. "The Cwyld overtakes more tunnels and caverns every year, truthfully."

[zewu_jun]

If Lan Xichen notices that he has to change his line of sight to meet Jin Guangyao's eyes as they draw nearer to each other, he doesn't seem to react to that. He apparently takes it as a natural result of Naga posture, perhaps because Jin Guangyao needs to rest more or less of himself on his tail for balance and security depending on what he is doing. He does close his hand when Jin Guangyao's meets his, turning to make sure he can meet that grip with his own and squeeze gently.

"I admit, I was worried as well. After what happened, I thought that perhaps the city would be more alarmed by having us here." Whether they were invited or not, he wasn't exactly trusting the situation. It's a little weight off his mind so far to see that people haven't been harmed. But as much as he's trying to sort through some of the doubts and confusion he has on his own, it's still a relief to be close to his Bonded again.

"The library is actually very extensive. I have been looking through their collection and was hoping to find some copies of certain texts to take back with me. Otherwise, things have been... They really don't think as much of Witches here."

He is still smiling with a light tone and warmth in his eyes, but behind it is a slight shadow of concern.

[moustre]

"I am delighted to hear it," she says genuinely, smiling wide and toothy. After a brief moment, she rises up on her chitinous legs and motions to one of the guards at the doorway, sending him out of the room with a gesture. When he returns, he's carrying a finely-crafted knife made of black obsidian with a polished stone handle, sharp as anything, which he presents on his palms to Sylvia. "Here. Have this as a memento, and an example to show those in your city we may deal with next, that they can see the quality of our obsidian."

The hand gesture is almost queenly as she settles back down in an easy crouch. "That is intriguing, however. To show up here and become something else... I can only imagine it is an adjustment for all of you."

[moustre]

Her smile widens a little at the flattery, showing sharp teeth. Has he heard the jokes about Arachne women? Regardless, she doesn't seem offended, at least, or as if she has plans to move from her easy crouch.

"A charmer. You Mirrorbound are something else," she laughs. "Of course you may ask. We are here to talk, after all. I have been Matriarch for about three years now. My reign is recently begun, though it has already been longer than that of my predecessor."

[whomthebelltolls]

Would you be able to win? I wouldn't do anything I wasn't sure of myself winning. [Which, in Maria's case, would be challenging everyone to battles to the death or something similarly severe. She has a feeling that for all their talk of toughness, they don't have half her sociopathy. She'd be especially dangerous against the Monsters, she knows; those ones that think she needs to be coddled.

Though this just reminds her that she needs to work on those anti-sleep spells and runes on her clothes.]

[moustre]

"My city is the only civilization down here. All the tunnels are my tunnels, and have belonged to Matriarchs for hundreds of years. In all that time we have seen hide nor hair of surface folk, so I do not believe we need their permission to claim ownership of our realm," she says, her smile just a touch sharper than it was before, despite the acknowledgement that these tunnels have been hers.

"I do understand it was unwitting trespass. All is forgiven, it turned to my advantage. They are unharmed and free to leave." The Matriarch waves off any more concerns on that matter, apparently having none of her own. "Please, ask whatever you'd like of our people. I would delight in sharing."

[whomthebelltolls]

If your blood can turn anyone... [She frowns a bit, then tilts her head. Well, now she's curious, even if she knows she really shouldn't be. Curiosity about blood is what ruined her world, after all.]

I cannot say we quite have anything precisely like that. Though I suppose what the blood dregs were for was something of the sort... though less fathered by a vampire, and more, likely, by a Great One.

[She shakes her head.] How do you define vampire? In your world - are they like those here?

[zewu_jun]

What do you want?

[Lan Xichen of course tries to talk to the arachne, hoping to resolve whatever issues they have with Percy without violence. He doesn't really want anyone, even the stranger, to get hurt, but considering the situation, it does seem like they aren't likely to get away without a fight.]

I don't wish for any trouble, but if you continue to harass my friend, I will not hold back.