THE SQUAD DOES AN INTRO - [modplot] [event]

[wildermods]

THE SQUAD DOES AN INTRO
OOC POST
In their homeworlds, they suddenly hear water flowing over stone, the wind through the leaves, and the gentle rattling of Kodama. The hushed sound of treetops waving in the breeze lull them to sleep whether they want it to or not, and in what seems like a dream they fall through a tunnel that passes through layers of dirt and roots and then through seemingly endless boughs of trees.

During this impossibly long fall, spirits whisper in their ears. They tell them that they must save the Wilderlands and the Green. They tell them that they will be given the power or weapons to do it - or that they're already strong enough as they are. They tell them that in the times they're not needed, they may find themselves trapped in the faerie realm known as the Brugh, but that the mirrors will let them speak, and the mirrors will let them see.

And they tell them that they're about to become lost in the forest and that there are others like them, just as lost.

When they wake up, they find themselves in the ruins of an abandoned city; the forest has overtaken it, threading new life through the decay, but the green of the leaves and vines pales in contrast with the broken buildings and streets. Every single building in this city was once a vibrant shade of emerald, and even now, after the slow ravages of time, the green ruins glimmer like they're hewn from precious gems.

The only things that aren't that bright shade of emerald are the statues. Countless statues are scattered through the abandoned city, shaped like men and women and children and pets, all dressed in 1900s era Earth-style finery. These figures are extremely intricate, almost too detailed to be believably carved by a human hand. Many of them are smashed and broken.

Some of the statues don't look human. Among the humans are little beings shaped like china dolls that are made of stone like the rest, instead of porcelain. And in the middle of the city, standing near each other are three strange petrified figures: an axe-wielding man that looks like he was made of metal before being petrified, a man who looks like a human-lion hybrid, and a living scarecrow. All three have expressions of surprise or anger on their faces.

When the characters are brought into this place, the magic that brought them in seems to have trouble getting them all in the same place at first. They find themselves spending brief amounts of time in one spot (sometimes just minutes, sometimes longer) before they're teleported again. Each time they teleport they find themselves near someone new, someone just as lost as them. Those that don't speak the same language may find some difficulties communicating, but over time, the magic of the Wilderlands will kick in, and plant a whole new language in their heads. This magic works faster the more they emotionally connect with other and find understanding without words.

The teleportation keeps zapping them in different places all over the city -- and sometimes outside it, where they can see an abandoned road made of yellow brick that trails off into the distance. Fortunately, the people they keep getting paired off with seem like normal people just like them, and beyond that, they're entirely alone in the ruins.

Probably.

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OOC INFO
✦ Post in actionspam format. Plots and mod-run events in the game are meant to be in actionspam format to keep a brisk pace.

✦ Please see the OOC post linked up top for more information about the event.

Comments

[therevanchist]

[Someone who looks to be in her twenties at most claiming to have been a sword fighter for "most of her life" doesn't cause Revan to so much as bat an eyelash. That makes two of them, and a smile tugs at one side of her mouth.]

Lightsabers are energy blades. Apprentices in my Order make them as part of their final tests.

[Revan couldn't tell you why she's explaining Jedi nonsense to a near stranger. She just has a hunch, and those generally work out for her.]

[invisibleheir]

Interesting. I've never heard of an order of knights making their own blades before.

[ Fascinating stuff, really. Arturia shifts her weight a little. ]

The Lady of the Lake gave me my blade after Caliburn was lost.

[ Swords. Talking about swords is normal, right? ]

[therevanchist]

[That is...not entirely outside the realm of Jedi nonsense, aside from the fact they don't generally name their lightsabers.]

That sounds like a story.

[Tell her all the things, Saber.]

[invisibleheir]

[ Arturia arches a brow. She's not used to people not knowing the story or being interested. Huh. ]

Caliburn was the sword I drew from the stone that indicated that I was the rightful king. Excalibur was the replacement that I was gifted by the Lady of the Lake, who also gave me her blessing. I've wielded it since then.

[ Fascinating stuff, really. ]

[therevanchist]

[Still no hint of recognition from Revan, who's assuming the sword-from-the-stone trick is just a ceremonial deal. One thing does trip her up, though.]

King?

[Maybe she's not speaking this new language as well as she thought.]

[invisibleheir]

[ Arturia nods firmly. Of course king! ]

Arturia Pendragon, the King of Knights and rightful king of Britain.

[ It makes sense, okay. ]

[therevanchist]

[Eh, maybe it's a thing where Saber/Arturia's from. "Darth" is gender neutral, after all.

...Bad comparison, the new girl doesn't read like a Sith.]

You prefer Saber, though?

[Since she didn't lead with any kind of royal styling.]

[invisibleheir]

...Either is fine. I'm used to Saber due to my current situation, however.

[ How do you even start explaining the bullshit that is being a Heroic Spirit? ]

I was concerned that exposing my true name might put me at a disadvantage but I don't think we're opposed to each other.

[therevanchist]

Yeah, you're a little short and much too personable to be the guy I'm currently mad at.

[Revan makes a joke of it, hoping Saber won't turn the questions on her.]

[invisibleheir]

[ Arturia grins at Revan's quip. It's a small one, but it's there. ]

I think I would know if you were angry with me.

[therevanchist]

Hey, I have a great sabacc face.

[You wound her deeply, Saber.]

[invisibleheir]

I'm not familiar with sabaac but I'm going to assume it involves bluffing.

[ Just being honest, Revan. Her smiles seems to be getting more genuine the longer this conversation goes on. ]

Perhaps it's premature, but I would suggest an alliance.

[therevanchist]

And money.

[That Revan charisma strikes again. She bows slightly from the waist, not mocking but not entirely serious, either.]

It's always been the privilege of the Jedi Order to aid the just.

[Assuming Arturia's just, that is, but Revan's really getting that lawful good vibe off her and thinks it's a safe assumption.

And if Revan's gut proves wrong, well, buttering people up rarely hurts.]

[invisibleheir]

[ That was the right thing to say, Revan. Arturia's grin spreads into something akin to a smile that might make the unrighteous tremble. ]

Uphold justice and the right, protect the weak, to do battle with honor and dignity. That is the calling of a knight.

[ Sounds like she really believes that, too. ]

[therevanchist]

[Revan's not so sure about the honor and dignity, because she will absolutely cheat to win, but the rest sounds good. She's smiling her own unguarded smile and has her mouth open to answer when suddenly the world flickers away for a heartbeat as she finds herself snatched away by this infuriating teleportation.]

Dammit.

[The statue she's found herself next to has nothing to say on the matter. Revan shakes her head with an exasperated sigh and sets off into the abandoned city once again.]