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wilderlogs2018-03-07 06:14 pm
wildermods) wrote in wilderlogs2018-03-07 06:14 pm
THE SQUAD DOES AN INTRO - [modplot] [event]
THE SQUAD DOES AN INTRO
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.
✦ 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.
Re: Revan | Star Wars Legends (Knights of the Old Republic)
She grits her teeth and growls fiercely, but her overwhelming, horrified grief rolls off her like heat from a fire.]
Who are you?
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Revan doesn't recognize the language, but since she doesn't recognize the species, either, that can't really be said to be a surprise, and the sharp, hot grief radiating from Sariatu seems like the more important thing here. Revan raises her hands to show she's not holding a weapon, and speaks calmly.]
Sorry, I don't know your language. Do you understand Basic? [She switches languages:] Or Huttese? [Even species without the vocal apparatus to speak them can often follow one or the other.]
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Sariatu could hack at the tree in anger. Her frustrated groan has a plaintive edge before she turns her sword back on the tree, and the incomprehensible woman in it.]
Where! Are! We?
[If she shouts every word loud and slow enough, maybe someone will turn out to understand it.]
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I don't know where we are or what's going on, I have nothing to do with either of us being here, and since you don't understand a word I'm saying, I can't explain who I am, either.
[She runs through the answers to what she believes to be the likeliest questions behind that yelling.]
...Which is a fairly accurate description of my life in general, now that I think about it.
[Revan switches from calm and cordial to dryly exasperated for that part, because it's not like the sword-waving alien is likely to get more ticked off, and fuck her entire life, anyway.]
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The woman is too strangely calm and too strangely incomprehensible and there are so many questions arising from that. Sariatu still only cares about two, but having priorities does not correspond with having answers.
She lets out another frustrated exclamation, and leaves the woman in the tree, shouting for Hanzo and Kubo again on her way.]
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...So I'm definitely going to have to fight you later, then?
[Revan mutters it at Sariatu's retreating back before resuming her climb.]