Player Plot: The Salvation of Geardagas, Part 1

[faileas]

Event Log: January, The Salvation of Geardagas: Part 1

The Evergreen Circle Something is happening in Aefenglom. A rash of disappearances has finally caught the attention of the authorities, but only thanks to a strange twist: a handful of the missing individuals are starting to turn up again, and not as they should be. It began with a harpy. After a week of nothing she returned, fully transformed into a Shade and too far gone to save. The same happened with a trader the next day. And the next with a witch. All three were infected, albeit to varying degrees, and only one of them was able to be brought back from the brink. Naturally, this is a huge cause for concern. There's little sign that the Bright Wall is damaged and none of the victims were known to have left the city. Questioning the survivor, Owain, doesn't produce any leads either as he can't remember anything before his disappearance. It's only after he's had some time to recover that he notices something off. As the blackening of the Cwyld fades, a small tattoo on his palm that wasn't there before becomes visible. To the concern of the Coven, it's a symbol that's familiar to them as the emblem of a rising spiritual movement favoured by the wealthy called the Evergreen Circle, led by a witch called Cillian Alder. Their purpose, he claims, is to provide hope through interrogating the Cwyld from a scholarly and philosophical perspective. In spite of this, Alder has developed more of a cult-like following than anything. Mirrorbound of standing (business owners, members of parliament, public figures, etc) might have already received one of their pamphlets. Naturally, it's an incredibly sensitive subject. The Evergreen Circle has been entirely peaceful up until now, and with such influential and powerful figures among its numbers, the Coven is reluctant to make any outright accusations. Instead, the task of investigating them has been covertly passed to the Mirrorbound. As outsiders, they stand less of a chance of causing political unrest. However, they explicitly warn against taking any hostile actions for the time being: this is an information-gathering request, nothing more. They can provide basic information about the Evergreen Circle meetings but that's about it. a. Preaching to the Choir (Every Friday Evening, Mid-Ieneuer to Early Feoveuer) Cillian Alder Art by Rachel The hall is buzzing. Though there aren't even enough people here to fill the place, everyone seems to be bubbling with excitement, exchanging loud greetings and introductions. They're particularly friendly to newcomers and are quick to offer up their experiences with the group: "Cillian is a truly free thinker!" "I haven't felt so positive about our future for a long time." "There’s a real sense of hope and community here in the Circle." The meeting convenes at 8 o’clock sharp and silence descends upon the room as a figure takes the stage. With his commanding presence and charismatic smile there's no doubt about who this is: Cillian Alder. A man in his late fifties with greying hair, he speaks with an accent crisp as cut glass and a strong voice, no doubt amplified by some kind of spell to reach around the room. He's hypnotising, those cool blue eyes of his impossible to look away from and piercing in their intensity. "How wonderful to see you all tonight, both familiar and unfamiliar faces alike! You are all welcome. I have only one request." He brings his hands together with a smile. "That you keep your hearts open. How else might our minds grow Evergreen?" Alder's speech is nothing if not passionate. He paces and proselytises, responding to the audience's interruptions and cheers with enormous enthusiasm. Throughout, his message is clear. "Who are we to immediately decry the Cwyld as a curse? Fear of the unknown, of what we have yet to control, can only hold us back! We must instead seek to understand it and be at peace with its presence! This is a test of our conviction! Our will to survive!" It goes on for the better part of an hour and, afterwards, he descends into the audience to receive their praise and questions with the gracious smile of a beloved king. He might even turn that magnanimous presence on you, affording you a few crucial moments of conversation (limited to 2 RNG characters). Will you stick around to find out more or try and slip backstage while everyone is distracted? For such a warm, welcoming atmosphere, there seems to be a lot of security around the doors leading back there so it might take some quick thinking to get through without conflict. Those who are caught will have to face the consequences, but the results might be… unfavorable. b. Spirited Away (late-Ieneuer to mid Feoveuer) Those less inclined to subterfuge won't have any problems finding trouble to get into either. As the month goes on, more and more people disappear, and that might even include Mirrorbound. Whether you're intercepting a kidnapping or fighting off your own, you're more likely to get caught up in it the longer the month goes on. It's easy enough to fight off the attackers but nigh impossible to actually catch or identify one: each is dressed in black and smells of the tell-tale decay of the Cwyld. But even assuming you do manage to apprehend one, they will refuse to talk in anything but vague, confusing comments about salvation and new beginnings. c. Cast Out (mid-Ieneuer to early Feoveuer) Likewise, the number of locals who have been abducted and released continues to rise. The victims, anywhere from badly infected to fully transformed into Shades, require subduing, healing and, in the most dire of circumstances, permanently dealt with before they can hurt anyone. Without exception, they're aggressive, reacting violently to attempts to heal as well as harm them and there are no discernable patterns when it comes to victims. However, the eagle-eyed might spot the Evergreen Circle's symbol on some of their palms if they're not too heavily corrupted.

[ ooc: More information about the event can be found on the plotting post along with comments for questions, and RNG sign-ups for directly interacting with Alder! ]

Comments

[bloodwit]

[ god, viren hates freedom of the press. ]

[ what he hates less, but still dislikes, is how easily myr pinpoints his thought process. that does show how much he knows of his bonded. disliked, likewise, is the apparent inability to supply the identity of the woman - he believes that much, anyway, as he glowers at where myr's eye sockets would be if they weren't obscured by a blindfold. ]

I think the dissemination of inaccurate information, or unfounded accusations, is a threat.

[ so - yes. his eyebrow arches. ]

[ pointedly, ]

Where, then?

[faithlikeaseed]

[Ulp.

While Myr knows very well that lying and subterfuge have their place in warfare (and all things like it, love included)--and has even bent or obscured the truth in his time--actually directly lying to one of those he loves is beyond him.

Which is, really, why he should never have taken this on.

Well. Keep playing the hand you've been given, Shivana, and pray you're not about to draw the Angel of Death.]

It certainly shows intent to harm, [he murmurs; reputational harm's worth killing over in certain places he's lived.]

Western Residential. Down near the riverfront. But if you're going to find her, I'm going, too.

[bloodwit]

[ that gives viren pause. ]

[ not the spoken agreement in demonstrating an intent to harm, nor the location of where he'd cross paths with the woman, but the plan of action. viren may think alder to be wise and righteous, and thus can spin his own tale of likewise sharing those traits in the name of his word, and therefore justifying himself - but he also knows myr. funny, how much he can otherwise willfully explain away. ]

[ so it's not the first time that viren assumes he's been on the receiving end of this particular sentiment, nor does he dare think it would be the last. still, there's a certain coldness lancing through the bond. his tone isn't necessarily accusatory, but flat, as if simply stating an objective fact, ]

You don't trust me.

[faithlikeaseed]

In this? [Myr tips his head back, ornaments jingling, like he could catch his Dragon's gaze with his own.]

I know your zeal and your dedication, to, [and he nearly chokes on the words but they are, at least, not a lie even if they are wrong,] Lord Alder and the Evergreen Circle. And even if I haven't seen her writing, I know this woman means to heap slander on him. To provoke his loyal followers.

[A small part of him wants to scream and despair; Viren shouldn't be but the counterspell didn't work--

He stuffs it down.]

I do worry.

[bloodwit]

[ viren feels a glimmer of hurt at that confirmation, explanatory as it is - in some way, he was hoping his assertion would be enough that it would change the trajectory of the conversation. he considers his options. he could outright lie; he only worries that his bonded would discover that he had, and the longterm damage that might cause. it wouldn't be the first time he's seen the results of that. ]

[ he could also allow him to come. he isn't his king, who he would wait for permission from before doing his worst - even if he's still dear. his hand slips to myr's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. ]

I'm sorry, that you feel you can't.

[ the apology rings hollowly. it's still a 'well, that's a pity' type of sentiment. there's ways to circumvent this promise, which he's also entirely sure that myr already realizes. in a way, if he hadn't been lied to instead, then the problem's already been resolved. ]

I won't go, then.