⭐️ Player Event Log: September, Little Dorchacht

[usurpers]

Player Event Log: September, Little Dorchacht

On the 21st of Septeril, the mirrorbound may see something glinting and chirping from the screens of their watches, to alert them of a message wherever they may be— The Black City’s Coven, the streets, even the sewers— a name stands just underneath written words of the device’s screen with a brief disclosure: The care centers are scapegoats to breed the city’s monster stock. The Resistance has a plan to put a dent in the system for good, so If you’re inclined for whatever reason, look for them. They’ll strike in four days and need volunteers. Any further questioning will be met with silence, or urging one to seek out those who have deemed themselves responsible, three stars dawned, excited and ready: La Resistance. Characters will be led to hideouts, sent messengers, notes and even encrypted talk under a simple guise of sympathizers in and around the Coven itself, if so much as desired to hear from them. The information is the same, wherever one hears from: “ In the "poorer" sections of the city, those less off and more exposed to various influence, there are sections dubbed as "care centers" for the lost. Some of these are true orphanages for those who've lost their parentage in some way, human only, but most are simply covers for the collection and breeding of Monsters for stock. It's been thought that by breeding "domesticated" pairs together, it'd elicit a stock that's more eager to obey without the use of magic, but so far that hasn't been the case. Like a long line of domestication, basically. They don't always keep the Monsters they breed -- many are studs offered from the Coven, who are masters among masters at keeping their Monsters heeled.” Many and all speculation is confirmed, and if you agree to help them in any way, shape or form, your informant can only grin as freely as they feel once they hear you say “yes”. —Well, hop to it! Depending on what roll you play, you have a strategy you need to follow, now. Either that, or . . . If you have your own plans, you’re welcomed to drum to your own beat. As long as you don’t interfere, says their leader rather dangerously. The Resistance, you’ll realize, would go very far for control over Dorchacht, with some individuals being very for the murder of Morgana Drummond. (It's on the table, but generally speaking they'd like it not to come to that -- there are worse things you can do to a Witch.) Their numbers aren't the highest, but it's safe to say that though they are a smaller part of Dorchacht's general public, the connections they have and where they have certain players do make them formidable in a sense. They would be able to pull through given help, and would more than welcome it. You have four days!

I. THE BOOM The night is dark on the 25th of Septeril, but the terrors lurk far more during the day. Dorchacht's air is heavy as ever, but so eerily silent amidst the calming lullabies played throughout the streets. It’s too late for anyone to be breaching the unspoken curfew, save for guards and the city’s army (widely known for keeping the peace, The Resistance would comment during briefing). Little by little, it grows darker. Lamp posts are broken, ambient magitech is dulled to shadows, and through them creep the silent steps of the war horses— the group The Resistance has tasked with creating vibrant and insufferable decoys. It doesn’t matter how it’s done, or how creative one would like to get. As long as you have the military’s attention, you’re doing a splendid job. Let it be known, though! Most veterans have taken a kindled liking to using fire to set the market and other strategic locations to flames. Tonight, we break the chains! Tomorrow, we set our city free!, they yell, boisterous and as lively as the blaze that gives Dorchacht a face that has never before been seen, or remembered: animated. It may be in the trojan horses greater interest to go along and keep them safe— not all of them know how to defend themselves from the eminent threats to come. Or maybe you have something else in mind, and desire to use the growing chaos to unfold other pieces to the puzzle the Black City hides.

II. THE CLATTER Tucked away into Dorchacht’s pockets of poverty are the human orphanages, locked, sound and asleep. Well— if the children haven’t heard the commotion yet, and you know children. Feisty little rugrats. The dark horses (and trojans) are tasked to enter these establishments under the facade of good samaritans, to usher the children and caretakers out from the (possible) fires dangerously close to licking their rooftops, as well as the chaos from the coming riots only spreading. Children will be children, and some will cling, plenty will scream, and a good handful will cry. Do your best to get them out of the way, so to speak. Remove them from danger, shake off the nitpick employees (or duct tape a few to a wall for the kids to throw tomatoes at) and return to your objective: the basements or locked rooms. Down the poorly lit staircases and soundproof-charmed hallways will be found adult monsters of all kinds and genders. The darkness is their only friend, their living conditions are indignant, and compulsion spells still plague them to obey. They haven’t see the light of day for as long as their eyes remain opened, caged and forced into bearing offspring for their slavers. Many are exhausted, frightened, and some may even be too far along their trauma to react nicely to their visitors if left to their own devices. Some may be newcomers though, strong of mind and only waiting for you to give them freedom, to allow them to help you help them. Calm them, steady them, and free them. Lead them safely to The Resistance’s hideaways, and beware those who may come to stop you. The less you’re seen, the better.

III. THE CRACK The Coven as a whole may be a little restless, as much as they attempt to hide it, once they’ve gotten word of the uncontrolled pests in town. The occasional hush and whisper rushes through their halls with clicking boots and flowing cloaks to awaken those nearly ready to rest, with the majority of their witches cursing the Resistance, and one or two smirking subtly under their pointed hats. The willing dignitaries of Aefenglom old and new that have received word in secrecy— gift horses— are told to stay in the building under their watchful eyes and safety. shelter is offered close to the river and harbor from where they came. They wouldn’t want their guests harmed in this ugly crisis, after all. Though look hard enough, trek with patience, and the sympathizers will come forward quickly, nimbly with news: a back entrance for those who want access to the city exists. Those who come will be met with Resistance members beyond these gates, disguises in hand to offer and grand thanks for joining them. Nerissa Bell will approve without openly approving— her hands are rather tied, but do take care of yourselves. She’ll do the best she can to keep accusations null and void. The citizens of Dorchacht are frightened and panicked, others join in the inspiring revolt, and even more jeer as the city splits. Some buildings may be truly lost and close to collapse by the enchanted flames and sparks of fireworks popping into the sky. Homes and businesses aren’t saved from the crossfire, even a handful of citizens are caught in the fray— no one said you couldn’t help them, care for them, and tranquilize them. No one said you couldn’t fight, either. You’re “glorified tourists”, aren’t you? Show them your glory (without giving yourself away).

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[wiggleon]

[Aziraphale is a much different vision now than the last time they met. He’s gone back “home”, he’s seen the state of things there, he’s found his way to the black market, he’s faced what people really think of the monsters even in their own city. Back home he’d kind of… broken the chains that tied him to Heaven, walked away and never looked back with the whole switcheroo with Crowley during their trials. And part of that is taking matters into his own hands, fighting for people instead of looking from a distance and just accepting things from their are.

And so, the little worried angel that didn’t want to leave people behind is no more. Instead, his wings are fully stretched out, the magical sword he got from Hiccup is flaming as he holds it. He protected the kids, he protected the monsters in the basement, and now he’s ready to fight for those that wanted to stay last time.]

I told you I wasn’t leaving them behind. Thank you, for keeping your word.

[He gives him a little smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, then glances at Tink, giving her a nod of acknowledgement.] And thank you for your part in this as well.

We must be quick, this is progressing faster than I thought it would.

[mirshikar]

You shouldn't say 'thank you' to someone like me. [ —it's a rumbling response, emanating from somewhere deep within the furnace of Asura's chest as he firmly fixes his gaze upon Aziraphale, who... looks a hell of a lot like a Windwing, doesn't he? Truth be told, Asura can't say he's much surprised by this new look of the other man's. It's a Summer tenet, after all, that anyone can fight; that even the meekest of individuals can be made into soldiers if they held their cause in higher esteem than their own life. And what's more integral to the whole than this, the defense of freedom? Nothing, is the answer, and that's why Asura looks to Aziraphale with a smile that does reach those sage-green eyes of his. ] My kind, once we hear that sentiment, it means you're indebted to us for an indeterminate period of time.

[ Laughing with a shake of his head (and tasting blood at the back of his throat for it), Asura turns back to the emptied holding block before them, the roof the building giving way, collapsing in, upon itself, with shrieks of metal framework buckling beneath the heat of roaring frame. And Asura? He's unflinching as he carries on, unfazed: ]

But you're right. There are always more to save, and with our forces scattered, I'm uncertain if we'll be so lucky next time. [ They'd fulfilled their oath to a handful of Monsters, but what of others? There's no telling how many more are unable to flee their prisons as the fire spreads, threatening their lives even as the Resistance and Mirrorbound fought to free them. ] Far as I can tell, those among us who are responsible for setting the blaze didn't take measures to prevent people from falling to friendly fire.

[ Which is where Asura himself comes in handy; with enough magic, he can render himself impervious to flame. True, it was a trait intrinsic to him back home, but in this realm, he'll take what he can get. ]

There's another holding block, around the bend, we should make haste to the location before this shit [ he gestures, then, to the once-prison which lies in shambles, its remnants still very much aflame ] spreads.

[ Guess they're in this together now, aren't they? For better or for worse. ]

[wiggleon]

[Aziraphale blinks in surprise- he thought Heaven tended to take rules and expressions a tad too literally, but apparently they weren’t the only ones. It may be hard for him not to be thankful, he’s always enjoyed being polite to a fault, but if it’s that important to him he shall do his best.]

That certainly wasn’t my intention, so I shall keep it in mind.

[He’s still getting used to the feeling of being free from Heaven and Hell, he’d rather not be indebted to anyone if he can help it.]

I think… I think they were aware that there would be collateral damage, but I suppose things really had reached a breaking point. And with us- all of us, all of the Mirrobounds… since we were here and willing to lend a hand, I don’t think they had the luxury to wait for a better, safer time.

[He shifts the sword in his hand with the stance of someone who knows how to use it, has been taught how to use it… but hasn’t done so in literally thousands of years. This is who he was supposed to be, an avenging, protecting angel with a fiery sword to fight with. But it doesn’t mean he enjoys having to fall back into that role.]

Lead the way. I will follow you. One of us should handle whatever people try to stop us, the other should make sure any monsters we find are able to leave unharmed.