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bastionmods ([personal profile] bastionmods) wrote in [community profile] thebastion2014-01-01 08:28 am

The Festival Continues [Day 144]

Who: Everyone
Open: Open
When: Day 144
Where: all over the Bastion
What: Day 2 of the festival because that other post filled up fast
Format: any
Warnings: none

Day 2 - Day of Hope and Bravery

Once again, at midnight, another torch arrives - this time with a horse along with the gear and bullshead. As before, they are list by Zulf. Some of the other decorations fade out, to be replaced by Yudrig or Lemaign-specific decorations like horseshoes, saddles, hammers and plants made of colored metal. This will continue to happen throughout the festival, with new decorations overshadowing old ones, but the old ones still remaining here and there.

During the previous day, conversations with a any of the NPCs (or the recently arrived Uras) will bring up the topic of the second day of the festival. Should you care to listen, you'll learn that they use the very early morning of this day to make wishes, wishes that you must think in to a horseshoe that will be left on the side of your home that faces where the "sun" would be rising (the closest approximation to "east").

Speaking of horses! There seems to be a pen with stallions! Unlike Pyth, one must ride one of these stallions and try to stay on it as long as they can while it bucks and jumps about wildly. Good luck to whoever can manage this, it is not an easy task at all! Only one person can win Yudrig's favor, because at the end of the day the stallions will all take off back to... wherever they came from. The person that manages to stay the longest, though, will win a lovely pair of Yudrig boots, and will gain a single very fast horse for the Bastion to keep.

Along with the horses, there will also be races! Three legged races, races while balancing odd objects on spoons, so many races! Most of these are for the kids to make up for the lack of kid-focused things from the day before, but adults are encouraged to help and participate.

Incidentally, respect is also given to those considered soldiers. Be it by their own mental thinking ("I am a soldier for justice/I am a protector, etc") or by their actual title (this includes exorcists, exorcists in training, rebel leaders, etc) but they will be honored on this day for their bravery, comittment and efforts. The same goes for masons. There will be a table set up with charms for the bracelets, specifically hammer shaped ones - everyone is welcome to take one, but anyone who isn't of this persausion may find them too heavy to wear. The charm can be removed, though, but remember to keep the bracelet!

With that in mind, about midday the center of the Bastion will be cleared and people will be asked if they would like to participate in a game of "Defend Lemaign". It's basically Capture the Flag, but with a singular goal in mind - only one team has a "flag" (actually a small hammer statue) and that team must defend it from the other team. Teams can be any size, but once that statue is grabbed and brought to the other side, OR the timer runs out with Lemaign still within his "temple" the game is over. This will continue throughout the afternoon.

When evening falls again, the second torch for the day will appear to be lit, this one decorated with hammers as well as the standard gear and bull. The day begins to wind down, though there are once again other things to do - this time an entire area dedicated to various sizes of building blocks ranging from small to huge. Go nuts, build what you want, show off your creations! And keep them, they will come in handy later! This is not just for kids, even if it seems like it.

There's also jousting taking place. Nothing as dangerous as true jousting - just wooden horses on tracks that have to be manually pushed along (so be sure to take a willing friend with yout) and padded poles that strike padded armor. Winners will find more charms for those bracelets that were given out as their prize, and five shards per win.

Also, something to keep in mind: Since the day is focused around bravery quite a bit, anyone who shows off a particularly awesome show of bravery (be it personal like asking someone out that you like, facing a mild fear and not running away from it, or something even more spectacular) you will inexplicably find your entire room decorated with horseshoes. Horseshoes everywhere. Why? Yudrig, that's why.

And anyone who visits Lemagin's shrine, for whatever reason, will find themselves inexplicably hit with a wave of optimism. Just for the day, though.

This night winds down much the same as before, and again the children are encouraged to sleep outside while lulled to sleep by tales of Yudrig and Lemagin's adventures.
chimeraqueen: (4)

[personal profile] chimeraqueen 2014-01-15 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Calamity? Shit. I'll say!" she grunted, then cleared her throat in apology for the language, looking around with hands propped on ample hips. A little more scrutiny proved his words well enough. These people weren't all villagers from the same races. This was a motley crew of survivors. Whatever else she might have assumed, the differences were obvious enough that she had to consider the truth. after a moment she sighed and frowned.

"So. Everything else is gone then, huh? Tch. Figures. I finally start figuring things out and then it all goes to hell. Gotta be the Gods and their sick sense of humor I guess. You let some hag squeeze out a mess like me, people really oughta stop lettin' you take the reins. Awesome. Yeah. Food. Sounds just keen."
wayofvoice: (Iiss Slen Nus + Family quarrels are)

[personal profile] wayofvoice 2014-01-16 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
The expressions on a dragon can often be a bit... tricky to read, particularly considering their faces simply aren't structured for that kind of thing. Fortunately, Paarthurnax's voice can give across quite a bit of emotion, and right now he sounds just faintly amused. "It is Gods who we can find responsible for this time. Still- come. There is mammoth, and you shall not be left for wanting with the food we have gathered."
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[personal profile] chimeraqueen 2014-01-16 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
She muttered a discontented sound in response to the mention of the Gods, shaking her head. No one could convince her "The Gods" were benevolent or deserving of any level of worship. Her life and too many things she'd ever seen just seemed like the cruel jokes of sociopathic children. Still, the mention of food kept her moving, and it seemed all of her was in agreement there.

"Mammoth? Whats mammoth?" she asked, body weaving as she walked, legs working together in a surprisingly smooth manner, long talons leaning long, deep impressions in the ground as they dragged the great bulk of her body along. "Also, I apologize ahead of time, but talking to a legitimate dragon is...like wow. Because you guys don't give low-bellies the time of day. Back home anyways."
wayofvoice: (Laas Yah Nir + We grow old by)

[personal profile] wayofvoice 2014-01-16 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
"That is not surprising to hear," Paarthurnxas says quite honestly, moving along as well. Most of the marks he makes upon the ground end up wiped away by his dragging tail, and his size means that even his awkward way of 'walking' still has him move far enough. "My kin, it seems, still have much to learn even in other lands... Regardless, here, we must all work in unison. Only harm can come out of petty pride here."

Besides, he likes mortals. The world- worlds- are not meant for the immortal alone. But onto much tastier matters. "Ah, they are large beasts, tended by giants once but now we tend to them. They do more filling than mere birds do out on the Skyway."
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[personal profile] chimeraqueen 2014-01-16 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
"No kidding, huh? Man the crap out there - the Skyway? - tastes downright awful, too. I even tried eating some of the plants but they were even worse if you can believe it. I'm not a big fan of vegetation in the first place, but damned if I wasn't passing like a bird for--Wow okay you sure don't want to know about my morning movements. Beggin' your pardon and all."

She coughed, cleared her throat with a low rumble and shrugged helplessly by way of apology, rubbing her chin in thought. Sometimes she forgot her manners, but she'd never been particularly good at acting like a lady, regardless of her knowledge. Besides, she wasn't in a formal situation, nor was she naive enough to think she could play demure maiden for a dragon.

"So like...giant cattle, then? I'm so on top of that you don't even know. And there's really enough space and food on this rock for heavy feet and big bellies? Not too shabby for the end of the world I guess."
wayofvoice: (Yor Toor Shul + Good men must die)

[personal profile] wayofvoice 2014-01-16 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
At the apology, he just gives a shake of his head. Everyone found words that suited them best- some full of power, some smooth and elegant, others crude and sharp. Rarely could one call words wrong. "Speak as you wish. It takes much to offend me. Still, it would be best to stay on topic, I agree with this."

Speaking of... The table starts to come into view. It's not the kind of feast they had yesterday, which had more delicacies than he could name, but they still have their fair share of food left over on the massive table. Of particular interest, however, is the enormous ribs that are there, large enough to nearly be the size of Maledysaunte's lower life.

"They were not creatures of this land but of mine," he explains, "but the Bastion has ways of providing."