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TDM #2

TDM #2
DREAMING (new characters)
At first, there is nothing. You are nothing. Whatever existed before ceases to be if for a moment. Then, bit by bit, you start to become aware. Where there was not even darkness now is a dim haze, gentle and almost mist-like. You have limbs again and beneath your feet lays a path of light reaching out like limbs of a great tree beneath you, twisting and climbing out into the horizon.

You take a step forward for what else is there to do? As you walk you begin to remember what it was you were doing before the nothingness; maybe something as simple as chatting with a loved one or close friend. Maybe you were just beginning a great journey or facing off against an old foe. Whatever it was, you get the distinct feeling that wherever and whenever that was, it is not here. Not now.

The path of light twists off into different directions. When you look up you can see that it is not a sky above you but the sky of everything, a grand cosmic tapestry littered with not mere stars but galaxies and clusters of galaxies that gleam like crystals against the velvety backdrop of space. Admire it for a moment, if you will. You don't know how long you will drift here, but you are not alone. Other wanderers will come and go as you bask together in the vastness of creation.

It seems to you that there are two paths to walk in this place, the light and dark beckoning in turn.

THE LIGHT AT THE CENTER
One leads you to the center, splintered fragments folding together and colliding until only one thing remains: a light that speaks to you with the voice of all there is and has ever been. It greets you simultaneously as an old friend and as a lost child, both rejoicing in and mourning your arrival. You remember it too, somehow, with a feeling of complex nostalgia, as if returning to a place recalled from your distant childhood.

You’ll feel the same of the other wanderers that join you in the light; you know their faces, their voices, and as you reflect upon the world of your birth, you may witness fragments of theirs as well. You feel a comradery, then, a synchronicity of thought and emotion. Are the lives of others truly so different from your own? Or are you simply two hands of the same, greater being? Though some individualistic part of you may resist, the longer you spend in the light, the more you will find yourself becoming one with it.

Despite this welcoming call, no matter how eagerly your pursue its embrace, before you can fully submerge yourself in this oneness you will find yourself being torn away. As if seized by the impossibly long, cold arm of a creature unseen, you are plucked from the edge of fulfillment. The last thing you will remember is the sensation of your world, and all the others your experienced here, collapsing into nothingness.

THE DARK OUTSIDE (CW: deep despair, ego death)
The other leads towards the outside, where the splintering becomes so great that the vestiges of reality can do nothing but collapse back into the abyss at the end of everything. As you wander to these barren outskirts, your thoughts will not be drawn to familiarity and oneness, but instead to memories of discontent and waste. The darker the path becomes, the more you find yourself dwelling on life’s disappointments and injustices, of the things about yourself and your world you find wanting.

If you see others here, at first they will feel frightening or contemptible, as if representing to you the worst experiences in your life. Even if they are someone you’re certain you know, that familiarity and affection will be stripped away in the face of the great emptiness before you. In the end, you were all the same. In the end, none of this was worth it. If you approach the end together, you may even form a kind of kinship around this acknowledgment, as the need for paranoia and hatred fades.

Slowly, the darkness encroaches, and you can see it devouring all the things you once knew. Memories of your home, of those you loved, dissolve into nothing, and you can only reflect on the barren emptiness in your heart as you see it happen. In your final moments, though, you feel peace with it all, knowing that there was no other way. You step from the edge of the last dwindling fragment of being and are greeted by silence.

THE END
No matter which way you go, you are left with a single impression: you feel the world you came from die. It's a realization that transcends logic or sense; it weighs on your heart and leaves the vestiges of dark memories dancing in your thoughts like motes of ash. It's a memory of your home crumbling away into nothing as if consumed from within by rot. Returned to the void, all that's left to you is to be reborn.

REBIRTH (new characters)
In a new time and place, you awaken. Stirring within a capsule of warmth and isolation your senses will slowly return, only to observe that you are trapped. Your body, as it wakes, is tangled in close, yours eyes unable to open, as if still within the womb. You are held tight in the embrace of something unyielding, so smothering that at first you only have the strength to struggle for moments at a time. Yet, as you persist, the pressure begins to relent in turn; it may take hours, but eventually you will find the purchase to push, to claw, to fight, and it will all give way.

The chrysalis surrounding you bends like flesh and cracks like glass. It tears as you force your fingers through, finding liberation one inch at a time, until finally you have emerged. As if having undergone metamorphosis, you feel old and new all at once. You are weak, piteously so, but the markings and scars of your previous life remain. As you slump down upon the smooth cavern stone, you realize that you've just wrenched yourself free of gigantic crystal, though its hollow, shimmering form is now in pieces on account of your passing. Somewhere on your body, a shard of similar material remains embedded.

The cave itself looks almost like the inside of a geode, the walls and ceiling bedazzled with greyish crystal that shines with all the colors of the rainbow. While they vary wildly in size and shape, only a few have grown large enough to hold a form like yours, and you can see the one you just escaped isn't the only one bearing a passenger within. They may have already hatched, or they may still be lingering in stasis. Either way, there's enough time that you may have a chance to speak to yours unexpected peers, or to perhaps to struggle to find something to cover your naked body with. You feel the chill of the open air against your moisture laden skin, a distant light trickling in through the cavern's opening.

Make the most of this time. It won't be long before you're interrupted.

[Mod Note: If you don't want to deal with your character being naked in front of the others at that location, feel free to assume they emerge at a different time than the others of their legacy. Characters will be 'hatching' over a period of several hours.]

DREAMING (OLD CHARACTERS)
For those already in Horos, they will find themselves in the same dreamscape as the new arrivals, only, this time, it's familiar. You'll feel more cognizant of your surroundings as you reawaken in this psychedelic realm, more in control of your emotions. What's more, you recognize that light at the center and the darkness at the edge: it's the Pleroma and Kenoma respectively. The one you are attuned to will call our to your soul, and though you are technically free to wander as you please, the closer you get to the force of your opposite sect, the more it will grate against you spiritually. Pleroma attuned nearing the Kenoma will feel as if its presence is desperately trying to tear them apart, and Kenoma attuned nearing the Pleroma will feel as if its light is burning them from the inside out.

More importantly, you notice that entirely new souls are wandering here with faces you didn't see in the cavern. It gradually becomes clear that they are Aions in the same state you were prior to your rebirth, lost and wandering this stretch of the cosmos with no idea what's to come. Maybe this is your chance to ease the confusion of their arrival, or maybe you'd simply like to scope out what kind of people are on their way. It's also possible for you to run into Aions already in Horos, wandering just like you are. Unfortunately, things are a lot less neutral than they are the last time you shared this realm.

No matter what you do, eventually the cosmos above will begin to burn out, just as it did the first time you were here. As darkness swallows reality itself, you will wake with the visceral memory of your world corrupting and breaking apart.

SEARCHING (OLD CHARACTERS)
Soon after the dreams begin, it will become clear that the Aion NPCs of either sect are also aware of what's happening. For those in Achamoth and Greentruth, the imminent arrival of new Aions will become a matter of official discussion. All able Aions will be called upon for their aid, in whatever way they can offer. Getting to the shrines themselves will be easily accomplished via teleportation. What's would be more complicated is ferrying any new arrivals back to a secure location. Thankfully, it seems this is something both sects have already prepared for.

All characters will have the opportunity to acquire a 'returning stone'. In all cases, this will amount to an amulet made of the same shimmering material as the shrine monuments, though the stylization differs between the Pleroma and the Kenoma. While regular Aion teleportation can bring you to any of the shrines you know the sigil and location of, a returning stone is magically programmed to bring its wearer back to a specific destination to which it is attuned. Normally, these stones will only be able to store enough energy for one 'return' a month, but it turns out that the ambient power created by the shrines being active will temporarily super charge them. Though it's not guaranteed, this means they may generate enough energy to perform multiple returns for TDM purposes.

Spare returning stones will be issued to all Aions so that they can be used to bring back anyone they collect, as it's possible to bring someone alongside you if they are also wearing a returning stone. Where your stone leads will depend on your sect.

PLEROMA
Tehri will be the one to supply returning stones, based out of Greentruth. She will not travel to Godsblood to deliver returning stones to those that have not visited Greentruth, but it can be assumed that Greentruth's visitors can pass them along to anyone who has been staying in the city. The returning stones are apparently set to bring them to a secure location beneath the water of Godsblood's coast. From there, new arrivals will have to be allowed to rest and then brought up into the city when they're ready.

Greentruth is limited in its resources, but it will attempt to send troops to the Innocent, Seeker, Wanderer, and Firebrand shrines, all of which are close to the forest. Meanwhile, while no formal affiliation with the new Aions has been made, bands of guerilla fighters, most likely from Godsblood, will turn up at the Artisan and Sovereign shrines. Whether they have any affiliation with Greentruth will not be clear, but they do seem to have a beef against the Achamites. These reinforcements will struggle against powered Aions, but they might be able to delay any troops sent by Achamoth.

KENOMA
Xishen will be handing out returning stones to all Kenoma the day after the dreams begin. She'll explain how to use them, and state that the Regent expects for them to head to the shrines once they become fully active. The Kenoma will have whatever mundane weapons or supplies they need at their disposal for this mission, along with some modest Achamite reinforcements. She'll warn not to rely too heavily on them however; after all, only the Aions are able to quickly move between the shrines and at the Citadel. The Achamites will have to be deployed by river or by land, and mobilizing them will take time. They will feasible be able to reach all of the shrines to some degree or another, but will more easily populate the shrines of the Martyr, Celebrant, Lover, Champion, Visionary, Sovereign, and Firebrand.

The Hylicians will apparently not be helping this time around, as the capture and holding of the first batch of Aions was already a lengthy venture. Xishen herself says she will be travelling to the shrines, however, while another Aion named Dionys remains in Achamoth to 'keep watch'. All Kenoma Aions will be given a familiar vial of black sludge, and are instructed to feed it to any Aions they capture at the shrines. It will cause the same effects it did in the cavern, though it will resolve in a few days rather than a week.

RETURNED (ALL CHARACTERS)
New characters that are found a the shrines will be brought back to one of two lodestones, depending on which sect they are taken by. This will be accomplished by their escort putting a 'returning stone' around their neck that will enable them to be teleported to a secure area in their sect's territory. It is advised for your character to be taken by whichever sect you'd like them to end up in.

TO THE PLEROMA
In a dazzling flash of psychedelic light, you will find yourself brought to the Pleroma's lodestone: a monolithic rock set in the center of temple-like ruins. The entire cavern is hidden away beneath the ocean waves, just outside of Godsblood, and the ceiling itself is comprised of nothing but a barrier of water, as if held back from filling the space by some unknown force. The waters surrounding the lodestone are exactly body temperature, with swarms of tiny, violently iridescent fish darting through it. Crabs that look as if they're made of pure, clear crystal wander the sparkling, sandy shores.

There isn't much here in the way of accommodations, but it's comfortable enough that the new arrivals brought in by the Pleroma can take a moment to catch their breath. Some relatively plain but assorted new clothing will have been brought to the cavern to make sure they are actually clothed, as well as blankets and basic food items. It's a good time to ask your questions, or if you are an established Pleroma, to help out your freshly arrived peers. After all, their welcome at the shrine may have been a confusing one.

New arrivals will be permitted to leave the lodestone's temple when they are ready. Unfortunately, the only ways out of these place are through your choice of either swimming through pockets of water that eventually lead to the surface, or by spelunking through a series of tunnels to make your way the cliff faces near the city of Godsblood. More information about the city itself can be found on the setting page, though it would be preferable to keep TDM interactions to the lodestone area. As characters emerging from the shrines will start our as Untouched (more info about attunements here) they will not be permitted entry into Greentruth until they have attuned to Pleroma.

TO THE KENOMA
As your returning stone activates, you will feel yourself thrust into a suffocating void, only to emerge just as quickly somewhere else. The most pressing thing on the minds of anyone taken by the Kenoma will be the vial of pitch black sludge they are forced to drink, whether it is before or after their arrival. Maybe their 'escort' from the shrine gave it to them, or perhaps another Kenoma does soon after they arrive. If not, one of the Achamite cultists wandering around definitely will. Dedicated servants to the Regent's will as they are, they are not afraid to gang up on the vulnerable new arrivals and force it down their throats.

Once in your mouth, the potion will slither down your throat as if it's a living thing. The effect takes hold quickly: as this darkness creeps through your insides, it will embolden your darkest and most despair inducing emotions, plaguing your thoughts with the worst sorrows of your life. What's worst, it simultaneously seems to awaken some form of enhanced psychic empathy within you, both projecting your thoughts for others to hear, and allowing you to receive those of the others around you in kind. Black ooze will begin to seep from orifices, or the space around your shard. The effects of this contamination bring out your worst, and its recipients will be forced to live with these effects until they accept the force corrupting them into their souls.

This world is not good enough, a voice speaks to your through the Kenoma. This suffering you feel, the cruelty that has birthed this darkness in you... it is simply the rot that is consuming this existence. A better universe awaits, one forged by your own hand, and all you need do is first bring about this broken reality's end.

How long this goes on will depend on how long the characters is able to fight it. Acceptance of the Kenoma can come as quickly as immediately, if your character is inclined towards it, or it could be drawn out to take a few days. In the meantime, they will have to stay in the barren halls surrounding the Regent's lodestone, and will not be permitted to exit into the greater Citadel as the current Kenoma are. All that will immediately be offered to them down there are stone slabs that can be used as beds and formless white robes that reach down past their knees.

Of course, that doesn't mean the characters that are already of the Kenoma can't do something about that. If they desire it, they will be able to bring food or other supplies to those suffering with their Kenoma infections, and it will be equally within their power to try anything from bullying them into accepting to lovebombing them. Once a character accepts the Kenoma and attunes to it, they will be permitted to leave, but for the sake of the TDM interactions should be kept to the lodestone area.

QUESTIONS
Is this TDM canon?
Mostly! It's part of an in-game event. However, only threads with new players that app and are accepted will be considered game canon. Threads between old characters will all be canon, but threads involving new characters that don't apply or aren't accepted will either need to be tweaked to remove their involvement or made non-canon. New characters will also be able to decide TDM threads aren't canon if they end up changing directions.

Who can toplevel on this post?
Anyone, whether they are a new character or a current one. However, we do ask for current players to do their best to tag new characters. If you are bringing in a new character and want a current character to bring them into your sect of choice, post your request here! ICly, current characters are fighting to claim new arrivals, but it's up to the player of new characters where they ultimately end up going.

When is this TDM taking place chronologically?
The last few days of April. The shrines will be active and forming Aions during that time. The dreams will start around the 24th. All current Aions will be able to sense when it's time for the new arrivals to start emerging.

What are the shrines like?
Every shrine is comprised of the crystal-filled cavern character emerge inside and then the massive statue symbolizing the relevant Legacy built on top. More information about each shrine can be found in the "Aion Shrine" section of the setting page.

Are everyone's homeworlds really gone?
That's a complicated issue, and while the fate of their world is not without hope, they may certainly get the impression its been destroyed from the dream they had. Alternatively, they may refuse to believe what they felt and attempt to dismiss it as only a vision. More about this situation will be revealed as the game goes on.

Can I only experience one end of the dream sequence prompt?
New characters may experience one ending, both endings, or neither. If they experience both they will struggle to recall which came first or which feels the most 'true' to them, as both will simultaneously be the thought they are reborn with. If your character refuses to pursue either path they can simply linger in the middle until the infinite worlds above them start being extinguished one by one, eventually expelling them into darkness in a similar style to the light prompt. Which dreams they experience will not dictate their initial sect affiliation.

Is it possible to pull another character back from the end of the light or darkness dreams?
Yes! If your character is able to resist the pull of either end, they will have the chance to try to pull another character back from the edge of the abyss or the edge of oneness. Whether or not they succeed is entirely up to the other character, though.

Do you come out of the chrysalis wet?
For most intents and purposes it's the same experience as hatching out of a real butterfly chrysalis, so yes, a bit.

How does attunement to the Pleroma or Kenoma work for new characters?
More information about sect attunements can be read on their dedicated info page, but in summary: when new characters are brought to Horos, they will be in the state of being "Untouched" meaning they are not attuned to either sect. By the end of their first month in game it is expected they will either attune to Pleroma or Kenoma, though for those taken by the Kenoma's forces, the transition will be forced within the first few days. If taken in by the Pleroma, it may take then some time to attune to Pleroma, depending on the strength of their spirit, but it could also happen almost instantly if they are allowed to. How quickly it happens will depend on how strongly they align with the Pleroma's traits. Characters who have been taken by the Pleroma but that remain Untouched will not be allowed into Greentruth until their attunement to Pleroma is complete.

Can a character taken by one side end up attuning to the sect of the opposite one?
This is theoretically possible, yes: a person taken by the Kenoma could potentially resist the Kenoma's call, and someone taken by the Pleroma could end up falling to the Kenoma while staying with them. Generally, though, we recommend that you have your character be taken by whichever sect you want to end up in, as doing a switcheroo will cause narrative complications that might bog their introduction down in plotting that will need to be done with the mods. It can happen, but it is not to be done lightly!

galdorleod: ([blond] bowed smile)

[personal profile] galdorleod 2022-04-17 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ No trickery. Howl's words are bizarrely earnest. He smiles to himself upon hearing Estinien's response — he knows from the words alone that he has the right person, but he recognizes this psyche, too. He's felt it before. ]

Shall we dance around it then? Shall I continue to hop from shrine to shrine, alerting my comrades to new Aions as I see them? Spiriting them away myself? And for what — to delay the inevitable, when I finally find you?

[ All very pointless if you ask him. It's certain they will meet, and unavoidable for them to clash. Why wait until they're tired from days of travelling and smaller fights? Might as well just get it over with now. The fight will be more fair, too. And if they're to fight, Howl wants it to be a real test of strength. He wants his match.

Howl pauses, thinking.
]

Let's see. You came from the Firebrand shrine, didn't you. [ What are the chances he'd be there right now? And if he's right, he knows Estinien won't flee. Not to avoid him. ]
Edited 2022-04-17 05:34 (UTC)
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-04-17 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[From Estinien's perspective, Howl's motives here are hard to understand. It feels like he's being taunted, which maybe he is... but either way, he isn't willing to let this nonsense get in the way of his task. If Howl is going to track him here, then he can do so, but Estinien certainly isn't going to allow himself to pull along on a chase, especially if it separates him from his actual targets.]

Are you asking me to kill you, Howl?

[While it could sound like a threat, Estinien's own emotional resonance makes it seem less so. He doesn't want to hurt Howl, but there is the apprehensive feeling that he will if he has to.]

'Tis the only way I can be certain to put an end to your search, is it not?
galdorleod: ([blond] calm smile)

[personal profile] galdorleod 2022-04-17 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Hah. You wouldn't be satisfied with anything less than killing me, would you? And what would you do with my Shard? Crush it in your jaws, like you crushed Ciel's throat?

[ From what he knows of and has seen of Estinien, that level of violence should be expected. Howl would never dream of destroying Estinien's soul, but he does not trust the other man to do the same. The Kenoma's concern over what to do with him was legitimate; he needs to be kept busy, if not disabled. ]

Emet-Selch told us about you. A "war hero" who killed dragons.

[ As they talk, Howl brings his Shard close to his body again, but does not put it back. Instead, it disappears into his thick coat of feathers and remains suspended through magic, to allow communion to continue.

The Firebrand Shrine is not so far away from where he is now; curiously, Estinien made no comment on Howl's guess. It would take longer to teleport there than to fly. Howl stretches the wings on his back wide, and with one massive beat, lifts off into the air again.
]
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-04-17 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Some bitter part of him thinks that it would be inefficient to crush a crystal with his teeth. For the rest, he thinks it awfully convenient to ignore the threat he and the others were being put under to specifically target his methods. What difference is there between a dagger and your fangs, when it comes down to it?

He also isn't very interested in having to justify himself. Yet, the conversations of days past stay with him, and some flickering hope of reconciliation causes him to answer, rather than to just put his shard away and focus on the skies.]


I've never claimed to be a hero. Least of all for my actions during the Dragonsong war. I only do what I must to ensure the safety of the ones I love.

[As for the stuff about Ciel specifically...]

I suppose you'd prefer I simply surrendered, allowed myself to be bound and enslaved, rather than bring my all to bear. You must understand the dilemma you present me with, if you are to paint yourself as an active threat to the people awakening in these shrines. I would be 'satisfied' with you leaving well enough alone.
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[personal profile] galdorleod 2022-04-18 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Methods are everything to Howl. It's precisely because the Regent encouraged him to dissipate opposing Aions, instead of destroying their Shards, that he is able to rationalize his continued participation in his conflict. The Kenoma has seeped into his soul, staining it, bringing out the worst in his self-loathing and self-destructive tendencies... but its influence is not so strong as to override his respect for others' right to live or his abhorrence for senseless violence. (Or, at least, violence he deems "senseless.") ]

If it were up to me, I'd let these new arrivals decide for themselves. But we have been given certain instructions, and I must put on a show of following them.

[ Howl has no interest in relaying his precarious situation with the Regent, and by extension the Kenoma, further than that. Whether he will be able to adhere to his own way of doing things and meet the Regent's expectations at the same time, he has no idea. He doubts it. And his anxiety would come through clearer to Estinien, had he not spent the better part of a month worrying over it already. Choosing to seek Estinien out and risk his death has afforded him some small degree of apathy and acceptance. If the dragoon kills him, well... the Regent's evaluation will no longer be a problem for him, will it.

Enough talking. Howl scans the horizon around him, taking in each distinguishing feature, and projects it to Estinien's mind. Showing him exactly where he is, the direction he is going in, and how long it will take for him to get to the Firebrand shrine. There are truly no tricks here.
]

Similarly, I will allow you to choose, Estinien. I am on my way to the Firebrand shrine. I will find whoever may be there, and I will make them drink the same potion we were given, as I have been commanded to do. If you choose to stop me, that will be your choice to make.
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-04-18 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Let them decide for themselves... Estinien scoffs to himself. As noble as Howl makes himself sound, some choices are not the sorts to be freely offered - now when the results would hurt so many. Yet, it's interesting that Howl isn't completely on board with following the instructions of his keeper. He can't imagine that will go well for him in the long term.

Howl will feel the emotional equivalent of a bestial snarl as he mentions the potion. They are still intending to use those, then? To think, that after all they went through, they would inflict the same upon others...

Whether or not this is deception, Estinien at least feels like he's being toyed with. Of course, it's not as if he's going to leave his post to avoid Howl either. If a fight is what he wants, Estinien will have no choice but to offer. After all, there are crystals in that cavern that look like they are well on their way to birthing an Aion, and he would not willingly leave them to their own devices.

So instead, he focuses on the skyline, using the estimated time of arrival that Howl has given him. After all, Howl may be inclined to make a show of this, but Estinien will happily confuse his opponent's attempts by giving a lack of information in turn.]
galdorleod: ([raven] serious)

[personal profile] galdorleod 2022-04-19 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ There is no response to the snarl. Howl can't say he doesn't relate. As he already said, he doesn't want to force anyone to do anything, much less put others through what they were subjected to. And, in all truthfulness, Howl has no intention of actually forcing the sludge down anyone's throat. He'll offer it. If it's refused, then he will leave the matter to the cultists in Achamoth to take care of themselves.

What the vial has succeeded in doing, however, is inflame Estinien's anger. Howl feels certain that they'll find each other now. Beating his enormous wings harder, he tucks his legs back to let them merge with his tail feathers, reducing as much drag as possible as he flies.

Howl's black silhouette will come into view against the bright backdrop of the sky long before he spots Estinien perched on top of the shrine. This being an incomplete transformation at the present, his eyesight is not any better than normal, so the most he can do is keep his mind open for any hints of his prey's psyche. Howl is not worried about getting attacked until he lands — but he also doesn't know that Estinien has wings now either.
]
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-04-20 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[As Howl moves within his range, Estinien wastes no time preparing a blow. Seeing he's taken the form of some giant bird, Estinien pins his own wings tight, leaping high into the air without their aid in a manner that should prove to be more covert. Bring forth his spear, he aims a dive for Howl's wing.

It will come very quickly, like a meteor falling from the sky. If Estinien can make contact with the wing, he will dig in his spear and tear it free, hoping to disable it completely.]


galdorleod: ([raven] moody)

[personal profile] galdorleod 2022-04-20 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Howl expected to be attacked first, but he did not expect the attack to be anything like this. The spear easily finds its mark, and the force of the blow is strong enough for the point to pierce straight through and emerge from the other side, leaving behind an enormous wound that the spear's shaft fails to fill. But despite managing to land such a serious blow, Howl's wing is not the thin and light appendage he may have been expecting, and it is far from disabled. Blood gushes from the wound, turning into spray as the wind picks it up, but the blood is overshadowed by a sudden stream of shiny black feathers that pour off from the edges of the wound — almost like it's creating and bleeding feathers at the same time it bleeds blood.

Howl lets out a shocked and anguished scream of pain. His other wing beats frantically out of desperation, and as he and Estinien begin to plummet to the ground, he twists his body to face his attacker. There was not enough time to guess at it being anyone other than Estinien, much less any time to be surprised to see him and his bizarre new appearance. If only he had not merged his legs with his swallow tail, he'd have the talons to grab the dragoon off his wing and disembowel him.

Instead, he can only do what he is most immediately able to. Howl reaches out with his arms, densely covered in feathers, to try to grab the shaft of the spear just behind the spearhead. He'd rather pull it the rest of the way through than let Estinien rip it back out again.
]
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-04-20 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[For an enterprising young dragoon, getting their spear caught in the body of a live dragon might have been considered a worst-case scenario. Estinien can't help but think on his training as Howl seizes hold of his spear, remembering how important it had been for a dragoon to remain mobile. He'd seen less experienced dragoons fall to such traps, torn apart while unable to retrieve their weapons.

It triggers an instinctive reaction in him. Rather than let his weapon go, he moves to kick Howl in the face, only to unfold his own wings a moment later. He reasons that the resistance caused by this should be enough to jerk him and his spear free of Howl, though not in as messy a way as he had initially planned.

Howl is more like fighting a dragon than he thought he would be, in this form. Aren't birds supposed to be fragile?]
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[personal profile] galdorleod 2022-04-20 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Seeing the kick coming, Howl contorts out of the way, sparing himself the broken nose and sliced lip that would have undoubtedly resulted otherwise. And contorts is truly the best word for it; there is something unnerving and unnatural about the form that Howl has assumed that will become more apparent to Estinien the longer he looks at and interacts with it. In terms of sheer size, Howl is now at least a foot taller than the remarkably tall Elezen, but it's a result of the aberrational proportions of his transformed body, and his enormous wingspan matches his large size.

The initial surprise of the attack wears off quickly, even as the searing pain gets worse. Seeing those wings flare behind Estinien, everything quickly makes sense, and a decision is made in the same instant he twists out of the way of Estinien's boot. Howl lets go of the spear, and it tears out back the same way it came. He feels it widen the wound on the way out, but it's worth it if it means getting the dragoon off of him.

Instinct takes control and his training and experience does the rest. Straightening himself out in the air, Howl beats his enormous wings with ferocious strength, forcing them through the air in spite of the still bleeding wound. For now what he needs its to get away from Estinien, to collect himself, to formulate a counterattack, and to maybe consider the necessity of pushing his transformation farther — although that would be tantamount to a loss, in a way, with how costly that would be to Howl in the long run.
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-04-20 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Howl succeeds in that objective, as it seems that Estinien is looking to create some distance as well. As irritating it is that his attempt to cleanly take Howl out of the air hasn't worked, he made it out without incurring any injuries himself. Still, it leaves him wondering how brutally he will have to attack in order to take the wizard down.

He isn't looking to kill him, but he can't just let him carry about his business either. It would be easier if Howl was more fragile... for both of them. But didn't Howl invite this upon himself? Didn't he force Estinien into this situation?

Growling to himself, Estinien takes after Howl on wing. The last he checked, nobody was waiting in the shrine, but some of the crystals had seemed ripe. He can't let Howl take control of this territory. Because of this, he begins focusing his energy, the tell-tale red glow overtaking his body. It will increase his visibility significantly, but it looks like he'll need the boost.

He loops in the air, sending a blast of energy towards his quarry, one that takes through the glowing form of a dragon and follows like a missile. Shortly after, launches himself up into the air, the full power of a Stardiver swirling around him, the propelling rings of the spell bridging the gap between him and Howl.

He dives at great speed, this time with the full power of dragon's fire behind him.]
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[personal profile] galdorleod 2022-04-21 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ The short respite is exactly what Howl needs. With a few hard flaps of his wings, he's able to recover much of his lost altitude and put some distance between himself and the dragoon. His wing screams in agony the entire time, but he's endured worse and somehow managed to hobble back to his castle. Howl is versed in ignoring the messages his body send to him, especially at times like this. Returning half-alive still counts as alive. Diverting more magic to the area helps keep him flying and fighting for now, but the same concern echoes in the back of his head: the more he uses, the more he will regret it later. And yet, that concern pales in comparison to the deep anxiety that rises in his chest when he thinks about facing the Regent again and having nothing to show for himself.

Howl tilts almost vertically to make a sharp U-turn back in the direction of his foe, and as he does, he spots the blast sailing towards him and the reddish silhouette paradoxically leap even higher into the air. Ah, so that's the rub. While Estinien might have wings, whatever he's doing, it isn't flying — not exactly, not entirely. He seems to be using magic in his own peculiar way, to be changing altitude so impossibly fast. Yet another complication, but now that it is known, it doesn't need to be a fatal one.

Gritting his teeth into a strained smirk, Howl's elongated abdomen suddenly balloons before two long legs split away from the mass of feathers. Each is equipped with Howl's primary weapon in this form: a set of enormous, eagle-like taloned feet, with three toes pointed forward and one toe pointed back. Still angled against the horizon, his underside meets the dragon-shaped blast of energy. As much as it singes his feathers, it's nothing compared to the burn that accompanies the second dive, which Howl does not even attempt to dodge. Instead, with his body dropping into a dive again and his belly almost angled upward towards the sky, his talons are in position to snatch the dragoon as soon he gets close enough, even if he has to take another serious blow from the spear to make it happen.
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-04-21 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[The shifting nature of Howl's form keeps Estinien off balance. After all, when he'd aimed this shot, he was not mentally accomodating for the presence of these great talons. He was aiming for a wing, but as he plummets towards Howl, the wizard has tilted so that Estinien's strike is destined for his center. To make use of those talons, no doubt, though that isn't the main thing causing Estinien's hesitation.

He tries to soften his blow at the last moment, to avoid running Howl completely through with his spear, but the Stardiver is already in motion. Even if he manages to keep his lance blow from being as devastating as it could be, the flare of draconic aether that detonates upon Howl is its own kind of vicious.

And, as it turns out, Estinien's hesitation only costs him in the end. That moment of worry prevents him from clearing Howl's reach as quickly as he might have, and one of the talons closes around his waist.]
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[personal profile] galdorleod 2022-04-21 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The flare of magic itself is momentarily overwhelming, not only blinding Howl but heating the air that he reflexively breathes in as pain shoots through his body a second time. The spear plunges through a dense protection of feathers to wedge itself between two ribs, and this time the screech it evokes from Howl is markedly gutteral and animalistic.

But... he's got him. He feels the weight and warmth of a body in his left talon. Gritting his teeth, he squeezes tightly as they start to tumble towards the ground again. The knife-like tips of each claw press hard into his soft belly; the more he tries to free himself, the deeper each point will dig into his flesh. Howl has no intention of letting go, not until this is over, not unless Estinien makes him. A mix of that determination and pain-fueled panic moves him to reach up with both hands and grasp the shaft of the spear stuck in his lower chest, although his purpose in doing so is undefined in the heat of the moment.

The one thought going through his head is the same it's been since he chose to pursue Estinien: to stop him. As the flare of the attack dissipates, Howl lashes out at Estinien with his free talons, aiming not for his head or vitals but for one of his dragon wing, to tear holes in the wing membrane and crush the wrist and snap the long fingers and arm bones. Even so, there's no time to process the most immediate threat to both their lives: the ground, as it quickly begins to rush towards them.
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-04-21 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Estinien feels Howl's claws bite into his belly, and it occurs to him on a primal level that he might actually die here - whatever that truly means, for an Aion. He tries to wrench himself free on desperate reflex, but the grip only grows tighter, blood beginning to dribble past his hips and soak his shirt. Howl's other talon grasps at his wing, and while it's thicker and sturdier than many of its kind, he can feel the scales tear and the bones begin to strain.

He cries out, and it almost involuntary turns into a dragon's roar, a sonic blast of destructive energy that pummels everything surrounding him. It isn't enough, though, not when Howl has such an enduring transformation. He doesn't have a choice anymore. As the possibility of his destruction closes in around him, Estinien hands himself over to muscle memory and instinct. The only way he'll survive this is if he frees himself, and the difference between talons grasping him belonging to a man or a monster no longer matters.

He will tear asunder whatever dared to hold him down, and as the ground closes in on them, he manages to wrench his spear free. Channeling the ruthless destructive power of Ala Morn into his weapon, he plunges it through Howl's leg - if the claws won't release him, he will rip the limb apart.

Whichever it ends up being barely registers to him. All he knows is that one moment he's trapped, and the next his aching wings are catching air. At the last moment, he dismounts, relying on his dragoon techniques more than the wings themselves. He holds onto altitude for as long as he can, leaving Howl to fall without him.]
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[personal profile] galdorleod 2022-04-22 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ The roar, the blast, the deafening rush of air, they are enough to overload Howl's senses at this point — but then Estinien rips his spear from Howl's chest, slicing Howl's hands still grasping the shaft on its violent way out, and there's more pain, even more, added to the load he's already bearing. Reflexively, Howl tries to clenches his talons around Estinien's abdomen, but the blow has severed both arteries and tendons, and within seconds the limb lacks the power hold onto him any longer, much less attack any further.

Howl watches Estinien float out of his grasp, wings spread wide to cushion his descent. In the remaining seconds before he crashes into an open, grassy field, Howl knows that he has lost, but all thoughts cut out abruptly as he slams into the ground. The impact of his massive weight throws a thick, dry cloud of dust over area around him, hiding from view the immediate aftermath of his unceremonious landing.

He isn't dead. Estinien will still be able to sense another Aion there, cloaked under the cloud of dirt, but it's weak.
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-04-22 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Estinien lands not long after, though thankfully it manages to be with the grace befitting a dragoon. There is definitely something wrong with his wing, and it twinges with pain the whole way down - as he lands, it folds crookedly at his side. More pressing, really, is the blood seeping from his gut. With very little fat to defend his abdomen, Howl has definitely punctured the muscle there, and even standing is a bit arduous.

This isn't finished, though. One grating footstep after another and Estinien comes upon his quarry, spread across the dirt. His spear is still at his side, even as one hand applies pressure to his wounds, blood staining his fingers. For a long moment, he is silent as if waiting for something. When it doesn't come, the low growl of his voice arrives instead.]


Give me the vial.

[His hand grips around his spear with uncomfortable tightness, shaking with adrenaline and intensity.]
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[personal profile] galdorleod 2022-04-22 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Howl's body lays crumpled in the dirt, broken from the impact, peppered with uprooted grass and rocks. He is clearly bleeding, with snake-like trickles beginning to spread out from beneath the black mass of his body and the wet blood on his feathers soaking up the settling cloud of dust. The tattered figure shudders with ragged, painful breaths, but is otherwise motionless. His wings look crinkled and snapped, like the wood and paper of a smashed kite.

He can hear the clunk of boots getting closer. It's his foe. In this moment, Howl is certain that he is about to die. Not just dissipate, but die. Estinien will administer the coup de grâce and then crush his Shard. Howl knows of no reason why he wouldn't, and from what he's come to believe, Estinien will take joy in doing so.

When Estinien growls his demand, Howl does not answer. The vial? He'd forgotten about it completely. What does he want with that? Is he going to force it down Howl's throat before he finishes him? He can't think of any other explanation. All Estinien needs to do to stop Howl from using it is to kill him.

A long moment passes before Howl does anything at all. Just as it seems like he might have chosen to entirely ignore the dragoon on purpose, Howl coughs into the dirt, straining against his pain, as he brings one of his ruptured hands to his chest. When he stretches his arm back out again and opens his fist, it's not the vial in his palm, but his Shard.
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What are you waiting for?

[ His voice projects into Estinien's head, and with it comes a wave of overwhelming sorrow and regret. He's ignoring the request for the vial after all, but only because he does not understand why Estinien would bother. If he is going to die, he would rather get it over with. ]
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-04-22 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[He's alive, then. From what he knows of shards, he figured he would be, but him being conscious gives him more options. There's something sullen about the way that Howl refuses to answer him at first, and Estinien has already taken a few steps forward by the time he answers, grotesquely holding out his shard.

It seems a clear sign of how broken the man is inside. None of this has felt like the actions of a rational actor to Estinien, no matter how Howl might think of it. From the very start, Howl was presenting him with an advantage. What was his goal, here? Was it to kill him? If so, why did he gives Estinien so much warning?]


I asked for the vial.

[Part of him does wonder if it would be better to take Howl up on his offer - to take the shard and bring it somewhere that the man could be contained, until some solution could be found to the Kenoma infecting him. Yet, he isn't confident in his belief that it works that way. After all, the difference between Kenoma and Pleroma seemed to lie in an individual's merits and priorities. Would capturing someone like Howl do anything but make things worse in that regard?

Destroying the shard was never an option, in his mind. The implication that he would is uncomfortable, even if he can see why it might appear that way.]


Give it to me, and return to Achamoth. You're not in your right mind, Howl, and if you are no longer on the field, I've no interest in harming you further.
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[personal profile] galdorleod 2022-04-23 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Again, Howl does not answer, but the silence is thick as he comes to fully understand Estinien's meaning. He's... sparing him. The realization fills Howl with a tumultuous mix of emotions — shock and disbelief and gratitude, yes, but also distinct feelings of regret, resentment, and fear. Somehow, after everything that's happened, after all the unexpected factors that lead to his defeat, this is the most unforeseen attack of all.

Howl's shoulders heave as he takes a deep breath, and although he means to exhale it into bitter laugh, his breath catches and it turns into into a sputtering of blood. As his fist tightens around the Shard again, blood gushes from between his fingers from the gash on his palm.
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Hah. That was supposed to be my line...

[ What will the Regent think if he gives him the vial? Is the sludge... important, somehow? Howl wants to tell himself that it isn't, that the cultists seem to have no problem making bucketloads of the stuff whenever needed, but who can say? What if its possession by the Pleroma is disastrous in some other unknown way? But, more importantly, does it even matter? Howl in no position to deny Estinien's demands. There is nothing he can do now. Neither Estinien's pity nor judgment in the eyes of the Regent.

Slowly, with enormous effort, Howl pulls his outstretched arm back to his chest, curling it within his thick covering of feathers. After another moment and shuddered breath, he pulls out the vial from some unknown place and offers it to Estinien with much less ardor.
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-04-23 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Estinien approaches him cautiously, evidently still not entirely sure that Howl won't turn this into an opportunity to attack him again. Howl may feel some of that wariness trickle back through the ambiance, more controlled than his own broadcasts of emotion but there nonetheless. There surely isn't any joy in this, for Estinien. He's here because he believes that he has to be.

He takes the vial, and for a moment his thoughts are consumed by the moment they had all faced in that cavern. Bound on that ritual circle, with this poison being forced down their throats, as Achamite cultists cooed and stroked their hair like children. The revulsion he feels is much less quiet than his wariness, flashing through the emotional space with violence. He pulls away, putting the vial in one of his pouches as if he's been burned.

His throat feels full, like something is blocking him from breathing, like the sludge is inside of him again.]


I can take you away from this.

[It comes out rough and low, like he barely knows how to speak it.]

If you need someone to make the choice for you. I could take your shard, and see if it could yet be cleansed.
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[personal profile] galdorleod 2022-04-24 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Howl is limp and motionless as Estinien takes the vial and backs away again. The fight in him has completely burnt out, but he couldn't lash out at him again even if he wanted to. And he has no reason to shrink away — that ambient wariness tells him that Estinien truly means him no further harm.

Perhaps that's why it stings so sharply when Howl feels the revulsion that accompanies the offer. He can feel how earnest it is, how honestly this olive branch is being extended, how deep Estinien's despair had been back in the cavern. It was not an unfamiliar despair. Just the opposite, and unsettling in how quickly Howl could relate. But by virtue of the offer itself, Howl knows that Estinien cannot presently understand where Howl's soul and mind is. And how could he? There's reason for him to hope. Howl has nothing. He will never be going home. He will never see Markl again, never sit by the fire with Calcifer again. He will never have the chance to apologize to Sophie... never again see her wrinkled face cooking in the hearth, or the delicate peacefulness of her youth as she sleeps under the stairs... Never, the chance to ask her if she meant what she said that night. And even if the stars took mercy on him and gave him that chance — what for? All so Calcifer's curse can kill him before his next birthday, assuming the war does not?

The spark of vague anger quickly fizzles out into the perpetual, enduring despair that has lived in Howl's chest since the sludge was forced down his throat, but Estinien's words and the memories they dredged up have brought it back in all its incredible power. Maybe it's the Kenoma clinging tight to his soul, refusing to let go, but maybe Howl is clinging back just as tightly. There is simply no reason in his mind to fight it. The unbearable hopelessness radiates out of him, meeting Estinien's emotion with equal strength.
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Leave...

[ The muffled voice from behind the curtain of feathers covering Howl's head is quiet and haggard. The bleeding pile of feathers wobbles and contracts, as if Howl is desperately and unwisely trying to get up after all, but he's far too weak and slow to pose any plausible threat. The tension in his body collapses as suddenly as it had risen. ]

Leave me...
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-05-03 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Part of Estinien wants to linger, but he can feel the weight of Howl's sorrows, and the familiarity with what he felt in the throne room is uncanny. The Kenoma is impeding whatever progress Howl would be able to make, it seems like, and Estinien realizes that unless he is prepared to take Howl's shard by force there is nothing he can do here.

He reluctantly takes one step back, and then another.]


As you wish.

[He leaps into the sky, his wounded wing straining in wind. Yet, it will be enough to get back to the Firebrand shrine and to watch Howl from afar. After all, he has to make sure he returns to Achamoth as instructed... the man getting into another fight could be deadly.]