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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2022-05-18 06:35 pm

the tithe



The Arc III finale stretches until 2 June — and it’s erupt to no good.



THE TITHE




THE HOUSE OF RAVENS | THE RITES | THE VOLCANO | | THE VILLAGES | THE AFTERMATH




THIS HOUSE IS YOUR HOUSE

The Ke-Waicai believers prepare for human sacrifice rites to prevent the eruption of the Ke-Sanwon volcano. They will lead tributes to the volcanic crater, which is lidded by the grounds of a decrepit haunted temple — known as the House of Ravens.

At the heart of the temple is a trodden dais that comprises four slowly receding plates. Numerous temple columns and deteriorating walls offer overnight hiding places, but beware the flinching statues and irritable large ravens. Meat, blood or shiny offerings can distract the birds.

■ Use the three previously gained keys to infiltrate the House of Ravens at night through forest pathways revealed by the Huntress.

■ Entrants to the House of Ravens are fully or partially depowered. Their ancestral curse is immediately lifted. Their strength is pulled into the Ke-Sanwon crater, which brims with raw magical power.

■ Hide on temple grounds until dawns, when the dais plates fully open to reveal a 10-metre entryway into the volcanic crater.

■ Overnight, characters are relentlessly tempted by mirages that only they witness: the eerie voice of a loved one might coax them to commit their greatest sin, or they could repeatedly relive memories that led them to such follies.

■ Characters guilty of drunkenness and gluttony feel deathly parched, starved and drawn to a lavish spread that is constantly far out — and ends up comprising raw corn and stale water, when they finally reach it. The lustful find their companions irresistible, or trail after a delectable beauty, who dissolves when touched. The wrathful mull violence, while the envious suspect their companions possess what they most desire. The proud are contemptuously incited to prove their superiority or independence, while the slothful give in to callous indifference towards their peers.

■ The stone statues that decorate the House of Ravens retaliate once visitors succumb to their sins: smaller sculptures throw stones or throttle nearby sinners, but only move when you do not look into their eyes. Larger 4m-tall statues exit the walls and give (slow) chase, retreating after 10-15 minutes. The statues stop attacking at dawns.




LET THERE BE BLOOD

CONTENT WARNING: BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF NPC PAIN, TRANSFORMATION

By dawns, the believers of Ke-Waicai have rallied their tributes — each crowned with wreaths of branches and crops — before the open dais. Roughly two hundred villagers attend the rites, along with eight powerful priests who use elemental magic.

■ A first sacrifice walks a long narrow plank that starts from the dais and goes a few metres into the mouth of the volcano. The plank shivers under from heat, but withstands weight.

■ During 15 minutes of exposure, the volcanic magic enshrouds the sacrifice, who painfully transforms into one of the animalistic tar creatures housed in the labyrinths of Ke-Sanwon.

■ Magically sensitive characters can feel this tribute now hosts volcanic magic, and that Ke-Sanwon’s power has slightly diminished.

■ The rites are interrupted by the significantly weaker, but wrathful Beastmaster, whose xenomorphic creatures attack the temple and seek his missing son

■ Characters should free the remaining tributes during the skirmish. They can be as nerfed as you need (if at all) during the rest of their stay in the House of Ravens.

■ The dais must stay open to access the volcano. You can take control of it and of the House by defeating the magically endowed priests, (literally) shouldering the head priest’s ancient white raven and holding its leash.

■ Pass the raven around and defend the bird’s current holder! Whoever carries the raven is often targeted by the village mob and the Beastmaster’s creatures.

■ The clashes last a few hours, until the Beastmaster and villagers exhaust their forces.

Diego Hargreeves, Xie Lian, Wrathion, Daenerys and Jon Snow apprehend the Beastmaster, slaying him, when he refuses to relinquish the Brotherhood. Decide who lands the killing blow. His last words: ”You’ve… seen this place. My animals… our dead… have more compassion than these living.”




FIRE AND BRIMSTONE?

The volume of magical energy and tormented spirits inside the volcano weighs heavily on the fracturing dark water mirror that has prevented Ke-Sanwon’s eruption so far. It’s going to blow, unless you:

■ Throw more dark water in to fix the mirror fissure. You can get dark water from volcanic cracks, dried wells and creepy crop fields.

■ Use ice / cold magic and ol’ science to cool down the volcano and help the mirror heal. Or lend Moiraine and Magnus a hand as they work with cold magic, and protect them while they cast.

■ Help Wrath and Wei Wuxian exorcise the volcano’s ancient spirits. Many have lost consciousness, reduced to memory fragments and feelings of wrath, pain and resent.

■ Guide villagers to bring sea water. Anduin (on top of the dragon Wrathion) and the harpy Eda are flying in supplies. Viktor is coaxing shipments from his werewolf friends of Ke-Waiar. Large phoenixes are also up for grabs for deliveries. Ensure couriers can safely arrive and quickly discharge their water.

Several characters are set to each absorb some of the magical power contained within the volcano, developing aftereffects. They must walk the wobbly plank and stay exposed to the volcano magic for under 15 minutes to avoid transformation: the longer they linger, the more power they take in, feeling as if they are burning from within. Exit quickly and rest copiously after. Those who spend over 10 minutes exposed suffer intense fevers and require immediate medical assistance to cool down.




WILL SOMEONE THINK OF THE CIVILIANS?

Beyond the House of Ravens, assist villagers who want to safeguard their possessions or evacuate by sea.

■ The gradual spread of Ke-Sanwon’s magic infects some villagers with temporary animal traits. These effects dissipate within three-four hours.

■ Characters who remain in the villages may feel more irritable and resentful, overcome by the feelings of the volcanic spirits.

■ Coordinate water and supply deliveries with those at the House of Ravens.

■ The Hok-Shinn are divided in their response: some resort to daylight robbery to secure the funds for their own safe departure; citing security, the men of Sairen unsympathetically rally commoners into designated parts of the village, often splitting apart families that then need help finding relatives; alone, Weisi’s followers keep the peace, but are frequently overwhelmed by waves of panicked villagers, thugs and animal hybrids.

■ The magical spillage overwhelms the forest fox spirits, leaving some enraged and prone to attack. Others assume the shape of beautiful wo/men and ask escort into Ke-Waihu for shelter, without disclosing their fox natures. These ethereal strangers betray their origins with cold smiles, glimpses of fleetingly sharp teeth, a fondness for chicken, and… is that an extra set of ears? No harm befalls those who bring a fox into the village, though s/he may insist on now being your lawful spouse.




THE AFTERMATH

With the clashes and Ke-Sanwon subdued, the villagers of Ke-Waicai request back their temple keys and white raven. They lead the party to the beacon of the House of Ravens — the beautifully carved and now-closed dais above the volcano.

■ Party companion Hatisse confirms the beacon can be revived within days.

■ She warns that an eruption was prevented by depleting the volcanic magic now, but that the threat could recur within five to 10 years.

■ All character curses (ancestral or individual) are lifted, and powers return completely.

■ Spend some downtime in the villages. Ke-Waicai offers the most luxurious, but frosty accommodations, while the werewolves of Ke-Waiar are tired, but thrilled hosts. Those who suffer from lycanthropy are now experiencing fewer and fewer ‘nocturnal episodes.’

■ In Ke-Waihu, villagers have now calmed and are grateful for help with reaping the fresh harvest and watering their crops, as well flows revive. Every other night, Hok-Shinn Weisi organises a bonfire with village musicians, hearty dances, fresh bread and ale. Villagers seek to marry off their… alluring spawn to their saviours.

■ Within days, Hatisse summons the party to the activated beacon: a pool of white energy, in which one must slowly descend. Characters who were dropped or AC swept in May enter the beacon first and are presumed returned to their home worlds. Characters set for a canon update follow in — but are spat back by the portal and return within minutes.

■ Inevitably, the remaining volatile magic of the volcano disrupts the beacon and ruins the dais. Happily for you, the Merchant will soon get in touch with your next ticket east.


QUESTIONS

fushichou: (62)

[personal profile] fushichou 2022-05-28 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Why are you scolding me?! This is self-defense!

[And he's defending this stupid bird, which is clearly worth something to someone. Not that Kanesada understands why. Probably some spiritual or cultural significance or whatever.

A pain in the ass is what he thinks it really is, but he's trying, okay.

Finally, as the dominos topple over very unceremoniously, Kanesada finds they can come to an agreement. Withdraw? Yes, please.]


Yeah. Let's get the hell out of here.

[Now where was the entrance to this place again...]
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[personal profile] downswing 2022-05-28 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
( Self-defence against men who lived their flower days before Lan Wangji was an abstract thought in his mother's girlhood. Yes. These are the men who require their violence, crowned by a crone who reaches for Wangji — negotiates purchase on his arm that juggles the perched bird — and clings there with sepulchral horror that, her target now secure, she is at a loss for how to proceed, what to do with him and, possibly, how she arrived to her circumstances to start with.

These, then, are the legions they confront with impunity. Careful, oh so ruinously careful, step purposefully slowed, Wangji recedes amid attempts to shrug off his pursuer, the woman collapsing in a clatter of rusted bones, her nails reaching claw-like into the distance.

Well, then. Lan Wangji cannot suspend care for the raven long enough to risk approaching her. Then, that leaves... Kanesada, spared the cut of an even glance: )


Before. Righten her.

( For heavens' sake, man, battle is no excuse to be so unfilial. )
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[personal profile] fushichou 2022-05-28 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[...Look. Just because all these people are old and pathetic doesn't excuse them from being aggressive and awful in turn. They decided to attack people who are much better armed and more agile than them and they have to live with those choices.

So. It gets really annoying when Kanesada's comrade insists on being overly kind to these people who clearly wouldn't offer them the same courtesy.]


This is going to get you killed one day.

[But he goes to the particularly fragile woman and...gently drags her up by the arms, trying to ignore her moans.]

Stop it. Go home. This is going to get you killed, too.

[Then again, he can't imagine she has many years left in her.]
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[personal profile] downswing 2022-05-28 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
( A feeling of misplaced, caustic indignation erupts in him like summer fever, like madness. He casts his eye on Kanesada and thinks, balefully, to intercede before he violates the crone with more of his impatience —

But he holds back with a husked, reticent sigh, eyes darting to the great heavens to beg, if not their pity, then at least the dregs of their cooperation. In and out, and he breathes, he breathes, and he...

...for once, let it be known, one hand propping the bird, the other settling Bichen asleep in its fetters, then tapping Kanesada's shoulder to signal they flee now, he. Lets. Go.

And they say man never learns to yield. )


Come. Ensure my survival. ( Drier than rice, possibly desiccate. )
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[personal profile] fushichou 2022-05-28 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kanesada doesn't need to be told twice. Being inside this volcano is miserable and reminds him of too many stories of swords who had once been lost to fire. His existence has been lucky in that he's never faced anything even close to being destroyed. And he'd definitely not like to start now.

Before leaving he points to his eyes and points to the woman he's just spoken to, though he isn't sire she'll get the implication. Whatever. He's out of here.

It takes a minute to recognize that the other man has made a joke, but he eventually snorts.]


Listen. I'm sure you're great at...whatever you do, but you know you can't spare everyone, right? Battle is chaos. If you're too busy watching everyone else's backs, you're gonna get a sword stuck in yours.
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[personal profile] downswing 2022-05-28 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
( The woman, half consumed by glaucoma, possessing neither the subtlety nor the inclination to translate the gestures of young'uns into threat, squints liberally but seems at ease with where Kanesada has placed her. Silently, Lan Wangji names his first instinct of diluting the number of their victims sated.

He is — appeased in this, willing to exchange one scenery for the next, the elders forgotten. Ash rains down, and the careless lace of weeds clings to their ankles, dying, and a fast wind whips his cheek — there are concerns, different. More than what Kanesada throws emptily before him in implicit accusation. )


Make attempt.

( Speak thereafter. If his back has bared open and broad for the first's sword tip to needle the artistry of his scars, knitted, then he has earned his bleeding long. )
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[personal profile] fushichou 2022-05-28 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
What? No. I'm not going to stab you in the back, that's not...

[This is a difficult man. But he's an ally in this place, so he tries to be considerate of him.]

I'm looking out for your wellbeing, yeah? One swordsman to another.

[There is a certain camaraderie in that, if nothing else. Still, he follows this man's lead, hoping they can get out of this hellhole soon.]

What are we supposed to do with that bird, anyway?
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[personal profile] downswing 2022-05-29 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Safekeep it. ( Then, measured: ) Transfer it, when our endurance dilutes.

( By the sound of the instructions Lan Wangji himself has received, an inevitability. The raven is a strange bait, inexorably chased by all parties, never absent pursuer or begrudging home. The man who last owned it long has perished. He need not whisper that truth, not when they all glimpsed the lanky, wrinkled starveling, the head priest come to his knees.

Succumbed by another's toil. Vanquished.

No matter. They are two, and swift on their feet and torrential in withdrawal. This is no more than a game, hop onto a pillar, kick away a rubble storm, flash of Lan Wangi's billowing robes the sign of their betrayal. They can win. They must win.

Over his shoulder, hissed: )


It propagates access to the volcano. ( Required, some might say, to reach within and calm the mountain's top. )