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
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Comments

[suckitblue]

[ Simmons? Simmons screams. Then the sudden weight is off him and he's scrambling to his feet, only to find himself facing a monkey. With a sword. Pointed at him.

He really, really wishes he could find his gun right about now. Instead, he raises his arms. ]

Whoah! Whoah, hey, easy!

[ As if this is going to help? Oh well. ]

Please, please be a nice monkey?

[astrarche]

[The pleading tone makes more sense to her than the words. It prevents her from pressing her attack, anyway, but her guard is nowhere near down. She takes a quick step that brings the point of her sword a half foot closer what looks like a chink in the creature's exoskeleton.]

Tell me where I am.

[suckitblue]

Um...

[ This one is, evidently, going to be super helpful. ]

I think I know, but it's not gonna help.

[astrarche]

[a feral scream backs up her cry.]


Where?

[suckitblue]

[ He draws up his arms defensively at the scream, more reflex than anything. His voice squeaks on the reply. ]

...Oz?

[astrarche]

[The word means nothing to her, and suddenly she's too tired for the fact that it means nothing to even enrage her any more.

For a moment she stares at the metal creature, eyes wide, blade slowly lowering.

Finally she yells again.]

What is Oz?

[suckitblue]

[ At least the monkey seems to be calming down. That's go- NOPE wait, still yelling. Simmons flinches again. ]

A place? This is the Emerald City, I think?

The problem is it's not supposed to be real.