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Event Log: June, What Lies Beneath
Down, Down, Down
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
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.
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
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
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II. The Tunnels
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...
b. The Wild Underground
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)
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.
b. Exhibitions
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)
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.
b. Predictive Pools
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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I grew up in a place where people didn’t live long. [ she didn’t need to know why, unless curiosity got the best of her enough to ask. other than that, eren wouldn’t add. perhaps only this: ] The military would accept kids if they were twelve because there weren’t enough adults. We’d train for three years until we were “ready”.
[ there’s a special emphasis on the “ready” because they were hardly. a mix of luck and fate was what got them so far. ]
The people here, I’m sure there’re other ways. Offering plants. Food. Animals. But they want to give back their way, when they’ve lived for so long . . . [ hm, ] I know people who would’ve envied them.
[ it hadn’t been about cutting something beautiful short. it was about tying a wonderful bow around something already complete. ]
They’re returning the time that moss gave them on their own time.
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Her heart aches as she listens. The picture he paints with his words... it's something she understands all too well. A country torn apart by a conflict so deep that children were enlisted in the armies to fight for them. She doesn't remember how old Hak had been when he'd started training to succeed his adoptive grandfather, but he'd been fifteen when he'd succeeded Mundok as the General of the Wind Tribe. But even then, things hadn't been as dire as what Eren describes - at least not as far as she'd known at the time. ]
And on their own terms as well, I suppose.
[ Her voice is soft as she nods her head. She can't say she would understand those that would envy that, but...
A long pause, before she gives a quiet sigh. ]
My mother... she was killed when I was five. I have so few memories of her and so little knowledge. My father... he grew so sad whenever he thought of her that I stopped bringing it up when I was very young.
And then... then he was killed, too. Before my very eyes. it was so sudden, so unexpected. There were no goodbyes. No chance for... There were so many things that had been left unsaid. Unexplained. Things I may never know, now. Some days I think I would give just about anything for five more minutes... with either of them. That I wish I could have known how fleeting our time together would be and how important every one of those minutes were and that they should be cherished.
When I saw that old woman... All I could think of was did she have a child or a grandchild somewhere who would wish for five more minutes or for a few more memories? For a question they never thought to ask? How much longer might she have stayed with them, how many more special things might they have shared, if she hadn't gone there that day?
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Only she knew that. [ it was a different situation. it was planned. it wasn’t tragic and the family had the culture to be prepared as well. eren’s voice is quiet, understanding of what is shared. ] Everything ends one day. She at least knew when it would.
[ she probably had all the preparations, all the time in the world to say good bye. ]
She wasn’t stripped from them like your parents were from you.
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[ Her voice is still quiet. Subdued. There's not many she would have opened up about that story to, but Eren often seemed somehow easy to talk to. Open to listening. He reminded her so much of Shin-Ah in that way it made her heart hurt. ]
It was on her own terms. And protected those she loved behind in the process. I can see how it's noble. How this city would see it as an honor.
[ But that doesn't make her feel less sad about it. That it had been necessary in the first place. She still wanted to do something to stop it. ]
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Maybe if they didn't have to make the trade in the first place, [ he shrugs his shoulders, ] things could be different.
[ things could always be better, but eren knew less, to what point he should interfere. maybe if there was no sickness to hide from, but . . . his thoughts are more to his own home than this temporary stay here. who knew what their future truly held when he'd only just caught a glimpse. before he turned away, though, her arm is met with a sideways pat. ]
Good luck with your meeting.
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When he gets up and pushes away from the table, she reaches up to briefly brush her hand against his when he pats her arm, grateful for the show of reassurance. She offers him a small smile as she nods. ]
Thank you, Eren. I appreciate your help - and your thoughts on the matter. Your perspective helped a great deal.