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DARKNESS AND FROST log
A message is sent on the network on the 20th, informing the Mirrorbounds about the developments regarding a quest posted earlier in the month on the board.
Word comes from the Wilders’ headquarters in Dorchacht that there haven’t been that many sightings of the Nuckelavee for a long time. Most assumed that whatever the Mirrorbounds did must have driven the ghastly creatures away for good. Clearly, not a single person missed them. It is a nasty surprise to learn that not only did they not disappear completely, but now, angrier than ever, they pose a threat to Aefenglom as well.
THE NORTHERN OUTPOST ( 21st - 26th )
The Northern Outpost has seen steady development since its establishment, but nothing on a scale that could make it possible to survive an attack of demonic beasts. So it becomes a whirlwind of activity. There are ditches to dig, magical wards and barriers to set up, weapons and armour need inspection and some alchemical supplies are easier found in the surrounding forest rather than back in Aefenglom, but no one should go procuring them alone. But there are more mundane tasks too! With the sudden increase in population, the self-appointed kitchen staff of the Northern Outpost is barely managing to keep all the mouths fed and all the dishes washed (and pesky rodents kept away). All help will be enthusiastically welcomed no matter the level of culinary aptitude. There’s enough work for everyone.
Not far from the Outpost itself, a new structure rises from the ground quickly, incorporating a nearby shallow cave. That’s the Enclosure, the place where researchers who intend to study the Nuckelavee plan to lure one of the creatures. The construction has barely started, and there is much to do before it can hold its captive inside. Engineers, Arachne, Witches adept in Enchantment and Abjuration - all are welcome to lend their hands (as many as they can spare) in this scientific endeavor. It could be a once-in-a-lifetime chance to further or even create a completely new field of study!
Mirrorbounds are encouraged to return and rest within the city, but should you decide to stay for the night, the moods are rather sour and tense. Still, people do try to enjoy the evening break, at least those who get it - night guards work in shifts. Someone makes a bonfire and encourages sharing stories as the night passes to lift morale. A chilling Nuckelavee scream might stop the relaxing and put everyone on edge. But it seems the creatures are refusing to come out just yet.
THE SLUMS 21st - 26th
Sprawling from the Other Side of the Bright Wall, the Outer City grows outward with no particular organisation or order, with buildings’ integrity decreasing the closer they are to the edge of the Wilde. While some of the inhabitants greet the aid provided with gratitude, there are many who treat it with distrust and their own fate at the mercy of yet another incomprehensible danger with blood-chilling apathy. Much work has been done by numerous Mirrorbound to help those living in the Slums but the memory of all those lost to the frost when the city shut its gates and left them to die casts a long shadow on all attempts to defend against this new threat.
Deprived of the comforts of magitech ubiquitous for the citizens of the city proper, the inhabitants of the Slums find their own creative ways to provide life’s necessities to each other. Carrying water has always been a task for younger ones in the families. A worrying number of those that go fetch water from a far away stream do not come home on time. They could have gotten distracted chasing a stray dog, roped in some mischief by other kids, or genuinely lost. With the new threat lurking in the darkness, people get increasingly nervous. What would look like harmless disobedience in quieter times now turns into an emergency. Investigate where the missing children have gone, find them and bring them home if you can.
Not all are happy for the help. There’s a certain figure frequently spoken about and often seen at the scenes of the especially vicious attacks: a man with unkempt hair and ragged clothing prophesying that those very horrors are no accident. That the beasts are a punishment for a terrible offence: accepting the foreign devils - those who came through the Mirrors - into the city. As time passes and the attacks continue, it starts to become obvious those who were in contact with the Mirrorbound are more likely to become targets of the hellish creatures, which lends credence to the madman’s words. Some denizens of the slums are just scared, but some become suspicious of the very presence of any Mirrorbounds in the area. Even those that come to help. Calm downthe fearful, convince the sceptics or find the sower of this panic and make him stop spreading his incendiary message.
Some people have locked themselves in their homes and refuse to go out. You could try to reason with them or simply bring supplies at the door. Or try to convince them to help with building a protective wall around the Slums, sturdy enough to stay. Some of the people who open their doors might show low-level signs of Cwyld infection. They wonder if you’re still willing to help them knowing that?
When the darkness of night emboldens the Nuckelavee to venture further into the Slums proper, a group of Mirrorbounds take to patrolling the streets. But they could use more help. Protect those unfortunate enough to walk the streets at that time, chase away or kill the creatures that dared to come closer, and fight to protect the poor souls they chose to hunt.
NIGHT OF THE HUNT (night between 26th-27th)
Are you prepared for the fight of your life? You better be!
A heavy blizzard rages on the night of the 26th, giving a strange glow to the camp in the darkness as the light is dithered among falling snowflakes. Visibility is low, but some believe that nature itself can be used to help the hunters and defenders. To those who wish to take on this responsibility, several enchanted wands are given, with quick instructions how to use them to direct the winds of the blizzard for a short time. They can be used either to protect the warriors or against the creatures. The wands have only a few charges and will break upon using them up.
Every Mirrorbound and Wilder either present from the start or joining the group through the portal connecting with Aefenglom will be given a quick rundown of the camp, where the protection wards lie, what powers the barriers, and where weapons can be found. There are two sets of barriers around the camp -- the outer one that has multiple holes for the creatures to pour into, and the inner barrier that has to be held at all cost, as it protects people within. The plan is to lure the Nuckelavee for a frontal attack, let them pass through the outer barrier, let the inner barrier stop them, and then— close the barrier behind them, effectively shutting them in a walled ring.
Then they can be exterminated safely. Stun them, kill them, use spells or pointy sticks or guns — and maybe just maybe you can capture one alive. Fortunately, they don’t seem to have any kind of natural resistance towards mundane or magical weapons. They are just tough to kill and incredibly vicious, but limiting their movement should do the trick.
The barriers and wards only last full-strength as long as they are powered so Witches not focused on fighting are encouraged to do a recharging run along the campsite. Anyone needing a breather from the fray or whose focus is better spent on support can also bring ammo, or more weapons to counter the broken (or stolen) ones. Dragging out wounded fighters into the safety of the camp and healing them is also an important task, as neither Mirrorbounds nor Wilders lack in people who would fight to their last breath.
That’s the plan. How does it go in reality, though?
The Nuckelavee attack starts with chilling shrieks all around the Outpost before they emerge from the darkness. Those who have not yet met any of them will have a chance to witness that their aggression and looks are as terrifying as the stories said. They resemble a horse fused with a rider, with sharp teeth and without skin, raw body exposed. The creatures are not infected but are vicious, hardy, and strong, and they hunger for human and Monster flesh alike. Some might pick up weapons thrown at them; others will circle and try to isolate their chosen targets. Should they be angered, while in a furious rage they gain both speed and strength, but they lose focus and lack strategic thinking. So enraging them can break the formation, but it also makes them far more dangerous up close. They are susceptible to both magical and physical attacks alike, and beheading (of either the flayed-open horse head or the screaming man's head) will put them down permanently.
Be mindful of your comrades! It’s easy to lose each other in the blizzard. Nuckelavee don’t bleed red (they don’t bleed much at all), so any red trails on the snow belong to an ally. Don’t let the beasts drag wounded away. Get them to the healers who wait within the camp enclosed with the inner barrier.
During the fight, several crystal devices that strengthen the outer barrier start malfunctioning. That means the outer barrier cannot be closed shut, meaning a change of plans is in order. Several brave volunteers are needed from among Wilders and Mirrorbounds to leave the safety of the inner barrier and take the battle directly to the creatures, while locating and exchanging the malfunctioning crystals. This is an incredibly dangerous job, and everyone willing to undertake it is encouraged not to do so alone. Once the trap is sprung and the outer barrier shut, it would also lock those volunteers out of the safety of the camp -- unless they’re willing to try a teleport spell or wait for someone inside to handle the teleporting for them. The help will come, but until it does, they are on their own and straggling Nuckelavee that did not fall into the trap might still pose a danger to them...
The fight drags for what feels like hours, and the air grows colder and colder. Meanwhile, some of the trapped Nuckelavee figure out that they might get into the camp if they find holes within the barrier -- and one makes its way inside. Through the heavy snow, it might not be obvious at first, but something is happening within the camp… The Nuckelavee that furiously breach the barrier wreak havoc behind the safe line, attacking anyone it sees until it’s killed or subdued.
Eventually, after what feels like an eternity, all of the creatures fall and the dead remain under the snow. Well… most of them. There were attempts to capture one of them alive, and while keeping them alive turns out to be even harder than just catching them (not only Nuckelavee perished that night… some might still want revenge for that, some want to end the threat once and for all), one of them remains. The battle has been won.
THE AFTERMATH (27th and later)
As day breaks over the horizon, the true damage can be seen. One Nuckelavee is thrashing, captured in the closed enclave. It howls and shrieks and won’t be reasoned with. It hates everything and everyone, and seems to be incapable of speech. Wilders have decided they will keep it alive for a week, and not a day longer (that is till 3rd September OOCly). Nuckelavee have proven to be cunning creatures, and the risk of it escaping is just too great.
Aside from that issue, there is still clean-up to be done, and mourning for those who have fallen in battle. The Wilders agree to give the Nuckelavee corpses to those interested in acquiring them for study/experimentation, but otherwise they plan on burning everything that’s left.
The following two evenings, there’s a victory celebration at The Sordid Shield. Everyone still able to stand is welcome, -- and drinks are free! Unfortunately, not everyone is happily drinking; there are those who lost comrades and are mourning the fallen. Others came out alive but require medical attention that on-field healers cannot give. The general mood could be described as grimly triumphant. The unexpected threat has been taken care of, but not without a cost.
OOC NOTES
For those interested in studying the remains or the live Nuckelavee please refer to this space for questions/plans. The results of the research will be distributed at the beginning of September.
For plotting among yourselves, please use this post. General questions about this log can be directed here.
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[Her claws scrape against the mismatched street cobbles as she tries to rush back in, but Ramesses is already tumbling down the street. The sight rallies something in her, the Turnskin's instinctive rage in defense of her pack; Fang leaps in again before the Nuckelavee can regain its footing, twisting her body around to add more momentum to her slash.]
[Before her slash comes down, she kicks out as the rider lashes out with it's freed sword. The blade bites a long gash into her thigh before she can kick the arm aside, but it frees the way.]
[But the angle's bad. The Nuckelavee just won't hold still, and her lance cleaves halfway through its neck to catch in bone. Fang snarls a curse as a follow-up strike and kick force her back. The abomination regains its footing, but the rider's head gruesomely lolls to the side. The spine is barely together.]
Right tough bastard, aren't you?
[It only screams in response, distant echoes answering, but she expects Ramesses' barriers to hold.]
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[He winces slightly at the blood-curdling shriek from the Nuckelavee as he does this. If there's one sound he never wants to hear again, that would be near the top of the list, but whatever irritation it might bring about is quickly minimized by the response. If they're not quick to dispatch this one, it's not going to make leaving here easier if reinforcements get too close.]
[Prideful as Ramesses is though, he's not an idiot. As far as anything close and personal is concerned, he's definitely out of that fight for now. His blade returns to his waist as he reaches for his bow. Even with his magic at work, the movement feels like a mistake, but he pushes through. The rider's head is not the easiest of targets, perhaps especially now that it lolls and whips about with the horse's movements, but it's really the only option. Even if the momentum of an arrow isn't enough to pull it clean off, it can at least put a small halt to its attempts to stomp, kick, and slash Fang. Just enough of an opening for her to finish the job.]
[As he draws the arrow back, a tremor passes through him. Breath comes a little easier, but nothing else seems to right now. He calls upon years and years of discipline that he hasn't had to rely on for thousands of years, lessening the tremor as much as he can until it seems almost negligible. Only then does he let loose the arrow.]
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[Until the arrow. It strikes the rider in the back of the neck, sending cranium and body both jolting forward into the horse's neck. That scant couple feet is just enough for the reach of Fang's lance—she spins in an (ill-advised) axel and lashes out with her grip choked all the way down to the back head of the lance, narrowly avoiding a hoof.]
[The rider's head bounces against the cobblestones, and for once terrifying, unfair moment, the horse-body keeps going, circling back about before its steps falter. It collapses in a graceless heap of flesh and sinew, its last shriek gurgling out in a whimper instead.]
Serves you right, [Fang mutters. She spins on her heel and trots over to Ramesses, the flick of her eyes across the few tattered scale links at the impact site and concern in the Bond belying her casual tone.]
You in one piece? [She heard him wheezing, not long ago.]
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Nothing's broken.
[He isn't dismissive of Fang's concern (even if it only more fully manifests in the Bond) -- the line between cracked versus bruised ribs is a bit fine and regardless, he knows that he'd be more of a hindrance than a help now -- but he also knows that had he chosen to forgo armor, there'd be a lot more to be concerned with than a few bumps and ribs. Besides, his breathing may not still be the absolute best it could be and remains a touch more shallow than it normally would be, but it will be more than sufficient until a Witch a little more experienced in the healing arts can tend to the injury and dull the pain further. Ultimately, Ramesses is a little more concerned for Fang than himself.]
Your leg? Do you need me to take care of it?
[It's difficult for him to see in this lighting just how deep the Nuckelavee managed to slash at Fang's thigh, but he noticed her favoring it before he took the shot. So, it's entirely possible that it's beyond his ability to treat fully. But if she needs a bit of patching up until someone with a little more skill can have a look at it, Ramesses can do that much for her.]
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[The pain was her least concern. The gash hadn't struck a major vessel, and her leg still worked and bore weight, even if Fang's lateral movement was suffering.] Probably best if I didn't go bleedin' everwhere. Don't want to give these things an extra reason to follow us to the wall.
[And even in her own pride, Fang knew her shift was done as well. Just because she could still fight didn't mean mean she should.]
Might as well use the blood, yeah? You Witches can do that, can't you?
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[He takes a knee in front of Fang, knowing full well he's probably going to need help getting back up. But if he's going to do any semblance of a decent job at patching the cut back up, he needs to see what he's doing. With one hand, he summons the orb of light back as he places the other at the back of her leg and pulls it a little closer to himself. Ramesses' hand remains there rather than withdrawing. Although certainly not the time for any significant transfer of mana, little more than the baseline amount being shared between them feels reassuring to Ramesses.]
[It looks like she got lucky. Had the slash gone just a little further, it very well could have nicked the artery in her leg. Still, while she's not in any danger of bleeding out, her assessment of "bleedin' everywhere" isn't that far from the truth either. It's a bit of a risk, but for the sake of stitching her back up a little faster, Ramesses begins to drop some of his barriers and redirecting that mana. The blood appears to recede gradually back into the wound as he begins mending the wound. Ramesses is certain to make it feel warm and perhaps more gentle than Fang would deem necessary, but that's not her decision to make.]
You should get in the habit of wearing something to protect yourself better. [Fang keeps hers casual, but Ramesses keeps his measured. There is no anxiety spiral over it to such a degree that a cut to her leg snowballs into her immediate and untimely death, but he is not going to pretend as though his concern does not exist. And so, it is not so much a scolding as it is a roundabout request that she consider not give him reason to have a greater concern in the future.] I know you rely upon your agility, but with your strength, you would still be able to move as you do even with something heavier than what I wear.
[He's nearly finished as the skin finally begins to close. By the time he's done, were it not for whatever blood remains behind, it'd be difficult to tell she was injured in the first place. He wipes it away with his forearm though to be certain he hasn't left a trace of the injury behind.]
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[Under any other circumstance, Fang would've made a crack about Ramesses' lingering hand, but truthfully, the transfer was welcome on her end too. The more active she was, the more she used her turnskins' gifts, the more often she seemed to crave fresh magic. As often as she was in contact with Chariot, she wasn't wanting, but there's something to be said for the stronger mana flow after the way hers had been stunted I that tragedy.]
[But instead, she keeps glancing about, keenly alert, especially after the barriers began to fall. They could become the hunted at any time.] I'll think about it. Can't be anything that makes noise.
[She shrugs lightly as he works. ] You know, I have been thinkin' of getting some of those magic tattoos these things seem to hate. Maybe I'll make it a force shield or however that witch-y stuff works.
[Fang knows. She knows he knows. She's just like that. Once he's finished his work, Fang wordlessly bends down to her for free arm under Ramesses', carefully aiding his rise to his feet.]
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[As much as Waver might try to deny that, Ramesses knows Waver to really be a big pushover. Waver thinks it's entirely incidental that Ramesses pushes his buttons the way he does, but there's a method to it more often than Waver realizes. Not usually for Ramesses' personal gain, but that doesn't mean he's unwilling to do that if necessary or even on the behalf of one of his Bonded.]
[He says nothing for the help back up to his feet. But neither does he reject it or accept it while deeming it unnecessary. He may have an ego that could rival the size of this continent, but his pride is not so fragile that acknowledgment of his injury right now is forbidden. He can be stubborn and frustrated with what he deems to be deficits with this body later when there is less physical risk to both of him to do so.]
[Ramesses doesn't snuff the orb of light out, but the remaining barrier recedes. It's a small relief to not have that consistent drain on his mana any longer, but it pales in comparison to that feeling of vulnerability now that the barrier is down. Even if they could very easily hear any of the beasts coming from a good distance away without Fang's sharper senses.]
[But it's not the first time Ramesses has felt surrounded and this is far less risky of a situation or threat to his life compared to Kadesh. He's mindful of their surroundings to what extent he is able, but there is no spike of anxiety or antsiness that emerges and overtakes his wariness. If ever there was any doubt he was truly raised a soldier first, prince second, the proof is likely there more than any demonstration of his skill.]
Let's go.
[He holds out a hand to take his bow back from her.]
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[A soldier, and a hunter. Two different sides of the same kind of caution and cooperation. There's a tension balanced in Fang on a razor's edge, and her easy manner and tone a mix of both confidence and a staunch refusal to show any shred of unease to the beasts hunting them in turn.]
[She passes the bow back without issue, shouldering her lance. The blades remain out, just in case. Her eyes drop to one of her scarred wrists as she starts ambling back towards the wall almost leisurely.]
What do you think I should get? Been thinkin' about gettin' something after the fur swallowed my old one, but the thought of a copy job doesn't sit right.
[A perfectly normal conversation to have with man-eating horse-man-corpses stalking the night. Despite her seeming inattention, Fang's focus is still sharp in her hearing. The screams (even if they made something primal in her want to flee), any incoming hoofbeats, even the cadence of Remesses' breath and footsteps. Fang wouldn't let him hide his injury if it proved to be worse once the adrenaline faded.]
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[Ramesses looks over to Fang when she asks for his thoughts, mildly surprised that she would even consider asking him, though his gaze does match hers down at her wrist for a moment before he looks to the street ahead of them.]
Tattoos were always something personal among my people. [A priestess with the image of the goddess she devoted herself to. A soldier commemorating a battle. A dancer with a sense of fun and humor.] If you are thinking that the tattoo should be imbued with magic that can afford you with protection, it ought to be a symbol of that. Whatever that might be to you.
[Ramesses eyes are temporarily drawn from the street ahead of them as a curtain is hastily drawn shut from inside one of the nearby homes. It's difficult to say who the Outer City is more afraid of right now: the Mirrorbound or the Nuckelavee. He gives a quiet, shallow sigh, but his small frustration does not lie with the citizens of the slums so much as it does at the feet of the City Guard. Had the Mirrorbound been fewer in numbers or had to make their homes in this place, he would venture to guess that they would have similarly been on their own when the Rathmores enacted their plan. But he keeps such complaints to himself.]
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[Protection. What symbol of protection throughout her life hadn't ultimately betrayed her, or left her? She sure as hell wouldn't let any likeness of Anima grace her skin.]
Yeah, well, protection's usually my job. Be a little narcissistic to go and cover it with a bunch of fangs, mm?
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[Which Ramesses would assume to be perfect for Fang in that instance what with all of her emphasis on being so self-reliant and self-assured, and all the ways in which Fang consistently places herself in the role of someone else's protector. Even without her holding a similar belief in iconography as he does, he would think that would resonate well with her enough not to question it.]
[...Still. Not that Ramesses would ever go so far as to pity Fang (if only because he'd rather not listen to her crass suggestion of where might place that sort of emotion), there is something a bit sad about the notion she can only think of her own strength and her own abilities as being something that can afford her protection.]
[He shakes his head a little.]
But if you truly find that distasteful then perhaps something less specific than that. It can merely be something that brings you comfort. [Which he recognizes is likely a short list for her. So, before she has the opportunity to prove his suspicion correct, he adds,] Something you believe to be worth fighting for.
[He would shrug, but Ramesses doesn't want to find the limit of his own spell and discover an uncomfortable to painful twinge.]
They needn't be so personal though if you don't want them to be. I'm sure Caster would be capable of finding an arrangement of runes appropriate to whatever spells you intend. As aggravating as he is, I must admit he possesses a natural talent.