Event Log: June, What Lies Beneath

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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!

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[finesseblade]

Only our next step forward.

[ Which is as simple a matter as choosing left or right, and yet the maze all looks the same, no matter which direction they choose. It's easy to get disoriented and turned around. Harder to know if the dead-end they just ran into was there before, or if it only just appeared.

And his eyes keep snagging on the flowers, sweet-smelling and seemingly endless, following them wherever they go. If he could just catch on to what these mean... ]

Does it seem to you that these only appear in the places we've already walked? I feel like they change the further we go. Perhaps we could navigate by them.

[ Moment of truth, because there's another crossroads up ahead. ]

[stopfen]

The only thing I can say, is that they're all real. [Blinks those big black compound eyes. There were no illusion here. Just really flowers springing up.

Still, they were at a crossing and she stands there. Then she squints.]

The colours are different...[They were. While one side had flowers of all shapes and sizes, in many colours. The other only had small pink and red flowers dotted around. Some only just poking out the bush.] Can you smell anything other than plant?

[Cause she couldn't.]

[finesseblade]

[ Felix squints, too, at the flowers scattered on either side of them. If these are real, then... who is causing them? The maze itself? Is there a contingent of fauns hidden under the hedges, stirring up floral growth from out of sight?

Weird.

Felix closes his eyes and focuses on what he can smell, nostrils flaring: on one side, the overpowering floral scent, sweet and enticing. On the other, only a hint, with mostly earth and green to balance it out.

He opens his eyes. ]

We will go this way. [ He turns toward the path with the lesser flowers, his expression tight. ] I don't like that other one. Feels like it's trying to lead us astray.

[ Oh, Felix. Always mistrustful... ]

[stopfen]

[At this point Mikasa was sure the maze had just been made this way. That them being trapped for a bit was a part of the plan. That would explain why the witch at the entrance had giggled, they'd walked straight into the prank.

It was tragic in a way. That they'd picked out the right path, completely missing the nudge the little flowers gave. With their little white, pink and red heart-shaped petals. Matching some of the decorations around the rest of the festival.]

I wonder where it's leading us...Did you heard anything about whats in the middle?

[finesseblade]

I wasn't exactly paying attention to the introductions.

[ Tragic, indeed, to miss out on a swordsman's haughty monologue about how he doesn't have time for these sorts of idle distractions.

Instead they wander along the less floral path, and Felix cocks an ear to the sky above them to catch the muffled sound of tittering voices and far-off conversation. He hopes that means they're getting close to the exit. ]

...More drinks, probably. Questionably sourced alcohol seems to be the highlight of this event.

[ Said with the gravest of expressions. Not exactly the life of the party, here. ]

[stopfen]

You got an introduction? I think I was just dragged across, then I saw you...

[Had they even really spoken beforehand. Maybe but it hadn't been a lot. Just...acknowleging the other's presence before the eager vendor had started talking about it. Prattling on in a confusing jumble of words about youngsters and how nice it was to see.

Honestly, Mikasa hadn't been able to follow most of it. She'd just gotten that they were being asked to do a maze. Which seemed harmless, pointless but harmless.

But his comment gets a sigh.] Yeah...You noticed that too? It smells so strong I think I'm getting drunk from the smell.

[Not drunk drunk. But there had been a few moments where she'd moved her head to quickly and her vision had swayed. But she keeps slowly walking along, giving a sigh as the one route they had seemed to be closed off as well.

Though she does turn to squint at the little pink and red flowers. There was a giggle too, then the flowers...started to rattle? Okaaaay?]

[finesseblade]

...I thought we were going the right way?

[ But no, they're at a dead end, and Felix draws up short in alarm at the wall of shrubbery blocking his path. His ears swivel around at the sound of giggling, of rattling, and he turns to find that the path behind them has closed off as well. ]

Wait, what? We're trapped.

[ Beneath the sound of rattling, there's what sounds like the faint ticking of a clock, almost imperceptible. He looks closer, and the petals on the flowers are down to only two.

...Only one. ]

Something's wrong.

1/2

[stopfen]

[Mikasa doesn't comment at first. Lips curling back into a snarl as she turns and sees the hedge shift. Letting out a shape hiss as it closes off.]

I think this was planned.

[Especially now the giggles were getting more noticable. But she couldn't see a way out. If she had wings she might have been able to fly. But that'd leave the turnskin behind. And while she didn't particularly care about him, she'd rather not leave him to whatever fate he'd have in the maze.

Not that she had wings.

So it was two people who favoured the blunt approach, stuck with a puzzle-

Then the last petal falls. And the hedge that had been a dead-end starts to open up, while the path they'd walked rapidly started to fill in forcing them along.]

2/2

[stopfen]

[Then the ground disappears below them.

Not only was Felix getting dunked in the drink, he was getting splashed as she tried to right herself for swimming, please look out for limbs.]

[finesseblade]

[ Well, shit.

It's not the first time he's been dunked in the harbor, but it's no more fun than the last—not the cold, nor the feeling of his fur soaking up extra water as he struggles to the surface.

He breaks into the open air to the feeling of flailing limbs battering him, and grabs at her arm before she can whack him again. ]

Stop! Stop thrashing! Calm down, or you'll drown us both.

[stopfen]

[She does stop after a moment, once she's righted herself enough to keep herself afloat... Not until after she'd slapped him once...maybe twice...

There's a small watery cough from her. Blinking water from where her hair had been plastered to her face.]

How... don't the teleportation...things take more time than that?

[Though she'd only used the longer distance ones to get to the other city and the outposts.]

[finesseblade]

[ Now that she's not smacking him in terror, he's able to breathe, and focus on taking stock of their surroundings while he treads water. Seems like they've landed themselves in the middle of the middle of the harbor. ]

I assume the further one travels, the longer the spell takes.

[ But he's not a witch, so he couldn't say for certain. What he does know is that this is not his first dunk Aefenglom's waterways, so he has a pretty good idea of how to get out.

Felix turns, splashing water at her as he raises his arms to point toward the docks behind them. ]

Are you a decent swimmer? If so, the ropes that way are our easiest out.

[stopfen]

[She didn't know spells. The only thing she knew is they'd had to build areas for them to teleport. Large beams of wood with runes inscribed and to be placed in exact order. Sheets of metal that she couldn't touch, but could sense the magic running through the lines on it.

Before he even speaks the fae was treading water towards the land. Even if she wasn't heading to the ropes. Pausing when he mentions them. Head dipping under for a moment as she tried to spot them.]

I can climb that. [No comments on her swimming skill though.

He could probably see that. She could swim well enough to not drown, that was about it. And she's paddling off towards the dangling ropes, eager to get out of the wet.]

Good to end here?

[finesseblade]

...If you say so.

[ But clearly he's not convinced, frowning at the top of her head as she drifts away from him. Not that he's worried, or anything. It'd just be a pain to let her drown here.

He doesn't doubt the strength of her arms, having experienced it firsthand—just the length of her breaststroke.

Sighing, he paddles after her, just behind in case of emergency.

...He'll be happy when he can get someplace dry and air out his fur. Damn harbor water. He's going to stink of fish for a week. ]