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THE SQUAD'S SPA RETREAT ON WEATHERTOP [log post] [free-for-all] [modplot]
THE SQUAD'S SPA RETREAT ON WEATHERTOP
The hills the squad travel through make an undulating ridge, often rising almost to a thousand feet, and here and there there are low clefts or passes leading into the land beyond. In the low-lying areas there are the ruins of walls and other buildings, and on some of the hills lie the ruins of different forts and watchtowers.
The highest hill in the area is Weathertop and this is where the squad will make camp on the fifth night of travel. This hill will provide them refuge but no refuge can truly keep them safe. As the crows said, they are the ones that were Chosen by the Green and the darker forces of this world have already found out about their existence.
However, the night starts normally. They make camp and set up watch and the hours pass without much reason for worry. A waxing moon rises into the sky, casting a gentle glow on the world. There is a light chill but nothing insurmountable due to their campfires. All is calm and peaceful.
That's why what happens next probably seems strange at first. Even those who aren't on watch may find themselves suddenly jerking out of sleep due to strange feelings of dread seemingly coming from nowhere. Those with holy magics, blessed weapons, or banked holy spells will find themselves feeling some kind of evil approaching. Those with cursed weapons or unholy powers will feel a sick sort of welcoming feeling, like something dark is approaching, yes - but that they should be glad.
Then the feeling of dread reaches them all, regardless of powers or weapons, clutching at every heart. Even those normally immune to fear may find themselves feeling the cold reaching its way inside them with prying fingers.
That's when the calm, misty night is shredded by the first screech, something inhuman, half-animalistic, half metal scraping over concrete. Another screech answers it from a different side of the hill, like the sources of the screeches are pack hunting and slowly closing in. More cold rolls in and the feeling of despair deepens as the sky starts to blot out with floating shadow shapes. The dementors aren't the source of the screeches but they're being spurred on by them, as if the unearthly shrills are calling out orders of some kind. The cold that sets in makes those that can feel cold feel as if they'll never be warm again.
But that isn't the worst of it. There are loud pops as living human figures pop in around the hilltop and its various trails downward. The ceramic and metal masks of dark wizards glint in the moonlight and spells start sparking from their wands as they start firing at the group - and at the dementors and approaching Nazgul. Cackles and sadistic laughter fill the air. Their leader is a woman with a cackle that sounds more mad and more sadistic than the others.
As the first of the cloaked Nazgul approaches from beyond the ring of stones, practically exuding darkness, one of the Death Eaters steps forward. She is shaking and though she pretends it's all rage and the thrill of potentially killing, at least some of it is fear. Even the Death Eaters can feel the chill from the Nazgul and dementors. Lestrange tries to cover that up with her usual sadistic glee.
"Naughty naughty, trying to steal my mistress' prisoners out from under her nose," she crows, flinging curses. "They're not your toys to play with and we'll send you back to your pathetic formless master with your tails between your legs. You may not be able to die for good but we'll make you wish you have!"
She cackles with shrill laughter and the fight begins in earnest. The Nazgul and dementors descend on the group and the Death Eaters do as well - and both sides attack each other, too, not caring who's in the middle. In the space of minutes, the Squad is in the middle of a deadly battleground.
Fortunately, the hill isn't the worst place to make a stand with its ruins providing cover and good vantage points and there are woods to escape to in the lands below if they make a run for it. Maybe, if they're very, very lucky, they might survive the night.
But their odds aren't great. The Death Eaters are a sadistic force to be reckoned with, and the dementors are no less horrifying for having changed sides to work with Sauron. If anything, they're even worse now, and their orders are that only a few need to be captured for Sauron and the Nazgul - the rest can be killed or have their souls sucked.
And many have fallen at the hands of the Nazgul and all flee before their faces - save the one who desires to have the Nine deliver the Squad into his hands, where they can be broken in the deep dungeons of Barad-dûr, where no light has ever touched.
✦ Post in actionspam format. Plots and mod-run events in the game are meant to be in actionspam format to keep a brisk pace.
✦ Free-for-all Post. This event will be in "free-for-all" format, meaning that threadhopping is encouraged and that threading should be treated in the same conversational way as network posts.
✦ NPCing. Players can feel free to godmode the Nazgul and dementors in their own threads, as these npcs don't talk, and have very little personality beyond being pure evil. Please just make them realistically difficult to drive back as they're very powerful, unkillable enemies. However, the mods will npc the Death Eaters since they're intelligent speaking people. A thread will be available in the OOC post where players can link to their threads to request a Death Eater npc to participate.
✦ Fairy Swaps. Now that the fairy swap mechanism will be in place, players can make their quest characters and Brugh characters magically swap places whenever they want, including during the event itself.
✦ When it Takes Place: ICly this is 5 days into the Squad's journey through the hills.
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[They're absolutely surrounded by dark siders and thanks to whatever idiotic metaphysical laws govern this place she's less useful in a fight than an apprentice, but she hasn't been hit by a fireball. Revan manages something sort of like a smile, but the expression doesn't make it all the way to her eyes. They go unfocused when Shuichi mentions his last encounter, as though she's looking through the wall beside them.]
Yes. It's still hunting you.
[She can feel the knot of black despair where the thing twists the Force around it, moving through the chaos. Close, but they have long enough for Shuichi to recover a little.]
We can't kill the blasted things. All we can do is let the two sides distract each other while we head for the forest.
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He doesn't really get what's going on with her when she seems to zone out -- a frantic part of him, heart still pounding, wants to shake her into alertness. But she sounds confident in her conclusion there, and all he can do is nod uneasily. Maybe she's just got a better sense for that unnerving fear aura, who knows.]
It seems wary of this.
[He holds up his sword, blade still glowing such such close proximity to all the evil shit about. It's definitely counterproductive as far as stealth goes, but he figures he's better off keeping it out when it's the only thing that's been keeping him alive here.]
But we need to find everyone else. We can't risk leaving anyone behind.
[He manages to sound sure of himself on this subject, at least.]
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[The blade is a small bright presence in the maelstrom around them, but a candle won't do much against such all-encompassing darkness.
...They can discuss metaphysics later.]
I have no intention of leaving anyone behind.
[Her voice is tight and unhappy more than it is determined. Not that Revan had been given much choice in the matter, but fresh as it is, the memory of abandoning Bastila to a Sith Lord still stings with a sharp mixture of dread and wounded pride.]
But first we need to shake that thing chasing you. Up for a sprint?
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Ah...right.
[He's about to just agree and take an extra moment to finish recovering before following her lead, but that air of dread suddenly returns in full force as the cloaked thing glides over the top of the wall they're hiding behind. He yelps, stumbling back.]
Y-yes, go!
[He'll turn to run, and for all that he knows she's probably more accustomed to this kind of thing than he is and definitely in better shape, he still can't help but reach out to catch at her arm, making sure she's getting clear of the monster ghost thing.]
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[Only one of them is out of breath, and it's not her. Revan's exasperated, but she can't truly fault the little gesture. It speaks well of Shuichi's priorities, if not his common sense.]
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The look he gives her is lingering and hard to read, eyebrows knitting together in something like uncertainty or concern or frustration (why would you just casually raise a death flag like that, why. But his jaw tightens and he faces forward to just run, focusing on not tripping on the uneven terrain.
But it's impossible to get far in this clusterfuck without encountering some baddie. Another of the phantom things suddenly cuts in front of them -- one of the ones with a sword, which means it's definite different from the one giving chase, which means the other one is still behind them, fuck -- and Shuichi moves on instinct, both hands gripping the katan's hilt as he slashes upwards. The subsequent shrieking suggests he might have actually made contact this time, but unfortunately it doesn't collapse or cease to exist or anything nearly so helpful.]
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Revan keeps pace easily despite the uneven ground and even manages not to plow over Shuichi when the Ringwraith cuts them off.]
Drive it off. I've got your back.
[She whirls, drawing that useful little stick out from under her robe. Part of her stays detached enough to hope she hasn't deprived someone of the weapon they need to survive, but mostly she's glad to have found it, and separates the weapon into its two blades. Ever since she touched that creature's sword, she can't seem to find the internal balance she needs to let the Force fight for her, but that still leaves a lifetime of training, and none of the floating things appear to be armed.]
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For all that he's holding his sword with a steady, practiced-seeming grip, the look he shoots her way is vaguely panicked and uncertain. He takes a step back nearly into her, only faintly comforted by the backup when told to handle the shrieking, ghostly monster with a sword of its own. Jesus, he is so not cut out for this.
But the thing lunges and he parries the large sword without even thinking about it, a sharp metal clashing unhamoniously joining the sounds of the Ringwraith's eerie screams. He sweeps the katana around and back up, forcing the thing to pull back a little to dodge it.]
We need to get away!
[Maybe she thinks he can deal with this thjng, but he certainly doesn't. And what about all the others, and the people in masks? They can't possibly fight off them all.]
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[With supreme effort, Revan keeps any irritation out of her voice, but she just can't manage inspiring, or even reassuring. "Calm" is about the best she can do right now. The other creature, the one chasing them, is drawing closer. She can feel the vortex of darkness drifting steadily towards them, and she isn't wielding a light side weapon. Shuichi is going to have to do the hard part.]