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etrayamemes2025-01-02 03:19 pm
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TDM 006
 ⏵ arrival ⏴ Arrival is absolutely not normal this month. Instead of a hospital bed, you wake in a tunnel with a large group of other people. These are the residents. A woman’s voice in an earpiece hurriedly clues you in with an apology. I apologize; I had not planned to introduce you this way, but we are low on time. Please proceed down the hallway. For everyone else, coming in is much the same. The instruction goes out to head to designated areas immediately, where companion bots will escort the residents of Etraya down into the depths, the area beneath where much the same is explained.  ⏵ disrobing ⏴ The tunnel eventually opens directly into the foreroom of an expansive library, painted in marvelous hues and patterns with skylights far above. There are wizards milling about, bearded and holding tomes, quietly chatting amongst themselves. The reception area of the library has tall ceilings with equally tall doors Before you get too caught up in the scenery, a voice directs you forward. A gentleman, hunched and bespeckled craws out. "Make a line! Make a line, everyone! You cannot enter the library dressed as you are... Come forward and give me your name." The receptionist asks your given name and then hands over a box from underneath his counter. You can give him any name you want, he doesn’t seem to mind. It is tied with a tagged ribbon- labeling it accordingly. “The _____ robe of _______.”
As you read what the contents of the box may be, they form inside- Looking and behaving as your character expects them to. After all, magic is all in the wielder’s mind. Don your robes and enter the library.  ⏵ unfamiliar familiars ⏴ For those without a familiar (like one hatched from an egg not too long ago) you may borrow one from the library counter. They all have strengths and weaknesses, but they will all assist in the very important mission. As you roam the library, they will make little indications that you are closer or further from finding a piece of the pearl.
 ⏵ the task at hand ⏴ With robes donned and creature in hand, you must now complete your mission. Find the pieces of the shattered pearl. As you enter the library, you may notice that it’s all very dim. There’s oil lamps around the place that may be moved with you to assist in your journey if your robes do not already emit light. Break off and search the library. There is a directory at the front to point guests to all the different sections.
Each section looks enough like the last, though the books within have immense power. Pick up the wrong book, and you might conjure a dragon or a historical figure! You must persist and avoid making too much noise or breaking too many things. Or else the Librarian, a tall mass of knotted fabric will confiscate your robe and usher you back outside. Your name will be struck from the list, and you must pick a new one to re-enter the library to continue the search. You can try to fight back against him- he may be set alight with the lamp. But should you be starting fires in here? Any thread with 15 comments between you and another may be submitted to find a piece of the pearl. There are 20 pieces altogether, and we will determine if the mission was successful by March 28th. A post will go live on the OOC comm for this! This mission occurs out of time, similar to how the spaceship had. Meaning, those currently in game can experience these events any time between now, and March 14th. Please direct all questions to our mod queries comment! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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There is a distinctive non-modern tone to it, but it is a festive anyone at a festival kind of dance. The poor toads try their hardest to dance too. Helpful croaks to the beat while Kaeya spins in place, moving to the beat that Gorgug has set.
He laughs, light and airy. This is a fun kind of magic.]
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Wow, maybe I am good at dancing?
He stops after a while, the hypnotic swirls of his robe slowing down to what they were. There's some soft colouring to his green skin on his face, but more important: ]
The robe gave me moves.
[ It said with awe. It is also not the case (but let him believe). ]
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It was strong magic too. I had to dance with you. We don’t need to battle anything! We can make them dance then have a fun chat.
[And get answers. He thinks about it, nods to himself.] Shall I test mine? I promise to sing something tasteful.
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(They still give him a headache.)
But he does look back at Kaeya at the offer. Just touching it lightly made a sound, so.. ]
Okay. [ He's nodding, very seriously. ] Sing me your pipes.
[ It's your turn, Kaeya! ]
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He sings without words, his voice a soothing counterpart to the notes flowing through the air. It brings to mind stillness and serenity as dawn breaks. It brushes the soul with a measure of energy for the day to come.
For one moment in time wrapped in the song, one knows they are exactly where they intended to be. There is a warmth to the song that is at odds with the soothing colors of his robe. But he plays on, fingers dancing on glowing strings with expertise.]
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Nevermind whatever the hell is going on with Gorgug's own robe--look at what Kaeya's is doing. Or listen to it, the way his voice creates music, his fingers playing an instrument called forward, and both allow the song to touch as deeply as music can. It might not be Gorgug's favourite genre, but who can deny how inspiration it feels in the moment?
He doesn't interrupt--only once Kaeya stops, does he say with awe in his voice: ]
You're an instant bard.
[ Beautiful. ]
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But it's nice to know I still have it.
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You played music before? [ They should get to the task, but also, there's no rush in Gorgug's mind. They'll get there soon enough. But there's plenty of people around, and if they don't find a pearl, someone will. ]
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Our nation’s god is a bard. Everyone there knows something about music. Even if it’s just the words of a song. Or how to clap to a tune.
[He snags a bit of the fine mist but it dissipates before he can see if it has any elemental traces.] I can’t see this magic. Curious. Any ice I make should have a trace in the air.
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Even though he's not the most magically knowledgeable. Even as a great wizard. ]
But I bet it's still triggering something from you. Maybe they-- they know different people are coming from here, so, the robes could be more sensitive. But the magic is-- it's still a different kind.
[ He's thinking more than he's saying, but he points between them both. ]
If I wore it, I bet it wouldn't be icy. I wouldn't make an icy lyre.
[ Magic is magic, but magic is so varied. The fact the robes might be capable of attuning to people so specifically is actually cool magic, probably. Right? ]
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[He says it slowly as he looks around. Then he snaps his fingers. A coin made of ice manifests above his fingers. He catches it and then dismisses it. A trace of pale blue around his fingers.] …it might because it’s different. Or it might follow different rules. I don’t read signatures, I see the magic.
I can see non-elemental magic too, but it’s like a wall around a city. I can’t see beyond it. To my sight, elemental magic is threads of light. Even if it is worked into something. The object will be suffused in the light.