Day 117 :: After the Core Hunt [open]

[bastionpc]

Who: everyone, get in here
Open: Open
When: late in the day on Day 117
Where: all around the Bastion
What: There is a new building in the Bastion, and all the buildings now have power
Format: action
Warnings: some of the PCs are a bit broken

[Once again, it was a difficult hunt for the core. Though there was less physical damage this time, the mental damage is very apparent: four residents of the Bastion come back in far worse shape than they left in, and many others are possibly affected as well.

But not all is bad. With the return of a core, new life springs into the Bastion. All around, lights flicker into existence. Light fixtures and electrical sockets spring out of walls and ceilings. Stoves change to become more modern, and refrigerators suddenly appear in all of the apartments.

There is now free, unlimited electricity in the Bastion.

In addition, a new building springs up on the southern side of the Bastion. This apartment building is eight stories tall, and contains both a laundry room and several three-bedroom apartments. While the first apartment building is by no means full, this gives everyone more places to choose to live.]

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[blackblooded]

[Desperation and necessity, those all help inspire bravery, the same way that fear can. But courage is the most important.]

The wind.

[wayofvoice]

Just as before, he traveled to its stone, and just as before, the All-Maker told him what to do. The Greedy Man had not hidden the Wind in a place, but had kept it with him, and so Aevar had to find him before anything could be done. The boy searched all over the land, to no avail. He was not in the oceans, or trees, or deep caves. The beasts could tell him nothing. Still, Aever still traveled until he came across a crooked house. He knew, then, that such a place held the Greedy Man.

The Greedy Man shouted, "Who are you that would come to my house" and Aevar called back in turn-

"I am Aevar of the Skaal. I am not warrior, shaman, or elder. If I do not return, I will not be missed. But I have returned the Oceans and the Earth, the Trees, the Beasts, and the Sun, and I will return the Winds to my people, that we may feel the spirit of the All-Maker in our souls again."

With that said, Aevar used his quick and clever hands to snatch the bag of the Greedy man. When he tore it open, the Winds rushed out like in a storm and sweeped the Greedy Man up to take him very far away from the island of the Skaal. Aevar breathed in the Winds, and was glad. The All-Maker spoke to him one last time.

"You have done well, Aevar. You, the least of the Skaal, have returned my gifts to them. The Greedy Man is gone for now, and should not trouble your people again in your lifetime. Your All-Maker is pleased. Go now, and live according to your Nature."

So Aevar started the long journey back to his village.

[Paarthurnax rolls his neck a bit and falls silent, wings shifting.]

[blackblooded]

... then what happened?

[wayofvoice]

He returned home.

[blackblooded]

Mmmmm. [A sound of agreement, but Crona's not content with that answer.]

... after he went home, what happened?

[wayofvoice]

Zu'u dreh ni mindok. I do not know. That is where the story ends.

[blackblooded]

I wonder what happened to him, when he went home.

... t-the first thing you said, what does it mean?

[wayofvoice]

Ah, I merely was repeating myself. "I do not know." I forget, on occasion, to think and speak in your tongue.

[It might also be, perhaps, more than a bit on purpose. His is the only voice that he's been able to hear which speaks his language, with all of the other dov having been silent for so many years.]

[blackblooded]

I.... I could try and learn it.

[wayofvoice]

Geh? If it would interest you, I would gladly teach.

[blackblooded]

I.... um.... I like languages. [It was one of the very few things Lady Medusa taught and Crona actually wanted to learn.]

[wayofvoice]

That is good, then. We can start properly whenever you are well again. For now- drem yol lok. It means "peace fire skies", and it is the greeting between dov.

[blackblooded]

... drem yol lok. [It's strange, but dragons are strange.]

[wayofvoice]

[Well, yes, they wouldn't be dragons otherwise if they weren't a little strange.]

Greh, very good. Are you familiar with the rock by the riverside?

[Y'know, the rock he kind of put there himself and carved weird symbols on]

[blackblooded]

W-with the writing on it?

[wayofvoice]

That is right. It is the vuruun- the alphabet of my kind.

[blackblooded]

The vuruun.... Can you teach me?

[wayofvoice]

Of course. After my return from hunting, we will have lessons. Does this sound well to you?

[blackblooded]

[Crona nods, with a little bit of a smile.]

[wayofvoice]

[Another puff of air.]

I look forward to having you as my student, vokunsumah. Which reminds me.. You wished to know of magic of my world, did you not?

[blackblooded]

Mmmmmmm.

Magic in my world, it.... when you have energy, and the energy is used to change things, it makes disorder. Chaos.

[wayofvoice]

I see. There are no schools of magic? [A rumbling huff.] Types of magic, to be more clear.

[blackblooded]

I-it's all just magic, you know? Written magic and spoken magic and potions, they're all connected so they're all the same.

[wayofvoice]

Connected, yes, but connections do not mean identical. The Mages of Winterhold would protest such a statement.

[His large form starts to shift, talons working at the ground. When he's done, he moves back a bit so that the symbols he's made are clear. His talon-made marks are all lines and sharp corners, but hopefully the ideas are clear. A tree with half barren and half full leaves, a strange kind of upside down 'u', a kind of flame design, three 'circles' in one line, and a bird of sorts.]

Mages throughout the land know of five schools of magic. Many dedicate themselves to only one. Alteration, Conjuration, Destruction, Illusion, and Restoration... Those are the schools they know.

[blackblooded]

[Crona stores the information away. It's important.]

Witches learn all the magic, but each witch has something they're talented at. The tanuki, she has healing magic, but it's strange. Magic isn't supposted to heal.

Every witch has magic from their totem. Lady Medusa's w-were snakes.

And each witch has magic from their symbol. Lady Medusa used arrows.