Midwinter
Dec 25, 2017 8:44:01 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2017 8:44:01 GMT -5
The Weyrd was quiet. There was a heavy blanket of snow over the Weyrd, continually added to by fat flakes that were slowly starting to die down some. While there had been carolers and various ceremonies to a number of Gods, Goddesses, Spirits, and other beings who had some sway in the long, dark winter, it was quieter now. The caldera, at least, was bereft of the ceremonies that still partied on elsewhere. People made their way through the snow in the pale, last light of the day, most not anticipating that tonight was the longest night of the year. How could they know? Was there even a calendar of any sort?
Tukirae knew. He and his sister knew, and knew of the powerful magics that could only be wrought on this, the longest night. Mother had taught him some, but he wasn't nearly as invested in it as Zurhae was. Nonetheless, they were working, warming up the massive cavern they'd found for the eggs. They had a lot to do before they could settle in for the enchantments that needed to be done.
Odd, Zuhrae murmured, contemplative, prodding the fire a little. It feels like a sneeze, but it won't sneeze.
Tukirae shook his head, ears flattening. Not a good feeling. He muttered, glancing over at their younger charges, then the eggs. It'd better work soon. The eggs are nearly ready to hatch, they need to be warm.
I know. His sister sighed, and --
A sound like the world was ending. His ears gave a sharp protest, then he heard nothing, and then he saw nothing.
He really didn't make much of the distant rumble; sometimes, the weather was strange, here. He'd taken to wearing his armor until the moment before bed, wary of the cold temperatures. It had been snowing all day, hideously. Cold, wet, miserable, none of the things that Aurelir considered...
Help! Please!
Aurelir glanced up from the last of his meticulous moisturizing of the growing wher under his hands. One of the younger crewmen frowned, staring at the door a little wide-eyed. "Sir?" The ensign asked, quietly, pausing his patting of the wolf that had, today, shown up for him.
"I'll see what's wrong. Stay here." The captain ordered, glancing briefly at the sleeping pile of dra -- whers -- he was leaving and smiling a little. "Make sure those don't get into the food again."
"Yes, sir." The younger turian agreed, smiling a little now.
Aurelir stepped outside, and paused for just a moment to gape. There was a smoking fissure where one of the larger caves across the way had been, earlier in the evening. Rocks were levitating their way out of it, settling stark against the snow to either side. It was low enough, close enough to the constantly-steaming lake that he wasn't sure that the smoke wasn't steam, but he didn't have too much hope, really.
When he turned to face the source of the call for help, a beast like a terrible liason of feline and raptor stood before him, gangly and awkward and easily the size of an aqus. Please, we need some help. Can you bring -- um. And he blinked, and there was a laundry list of items in his head, organized with a sense of urgency. Sorry. The beast added, and Aurel knew she was chagrined, somehow, as she turned and flew unsteadily across the lake on wings that looked a little bit singed.
Never one to be able to turn down a relief effort, the captain did just that. He went door-to-door, polite but firm in his request for the items and/or assistance in feet on the ground. Blankets, towels and rags, pots and cauldrons, first aid supplies, food, anything that might be helpful to minor injuries; and then stranger, pickaxes and shovels, heavy gloves and anything capable of lifting heavy loads. The turian eventually managed to wrangle, between his crew and volunteers from among the refugees scattered around the caldera, a group to assist in the door-to-door efforts.
Then he set off across the lake himself, picking his way down the shore of the steaming lake. Across the way, two sleeker, more adult-looking versions of the chimera who'd asked for his help were busily excavating the entrance to the cavern. They didn't pay him much mind, too busy trying to lift a heavy rock, but he and anybody following him was ushered into the interior of the thing quickly.
It wasn't as bad as he'd dreaded, inside. There was a roaring fire going, vividly purple, and several gangly teenaged-looking bird monsters busily trying with their forepaws to clear rocks from the back of the hangar-sized room. The gold-green one who'd asked him for help spotted him and made a noise like Kisk did, sometimes, soft and high-pitched. You're here! She gave a whistling sigh, then turned back to her task, looking a little downtrodden. We put the little ones in a cave to keep them warmer, before it exploded.
It's not your fault, Rhyjae. Hello, The largest of the gangly youngsters greeted them, glancing up from studying the rocks. Do any of you know anything of...engineering?
Just get digging! A slightly smaller, though equally pale, bird ordered, voice high and more than a little frightened.
Well, it was going to be an interesting solstice.
Info and Rules
- Bring multiple characters if you'd like! But no protracted scenes with yourself, please.
- Feel free to post multiple times between my posts, however. Interaction with others is, as usual, a good thing.
- On that note: please, pay attention. You don't have to respond to everything, but if somebody's spouting fire out of their eyeballs, it ought to get a passing mention maybe.
- I will be trying to post twice a week: Wednesday and Sunday.
- Follow all rules listed here.
- You're welcome to bring a shiny or two. No more than two, though, please.
- You are more than welcome to play around with the cave. I mean, I'll say when you find the eggs, or if the whole thing collapses, instantly killing everybody, but shuffling things around or making lights or other normal rescue-y things are fine. Encouraged, too!
- Keep in mind, this will be a little dangerous, but nothing excessive. By the end, I want everybody sitting down around the fire and drinking cocoa. That said, if you WANT some minor mauling on your character, PM me and I can drop a rock on 'em or something.
- I will be posting the descriptions for all of the Gryphons throughout the next few days; I've been busy with Whazzitmas and offline holidays and have gotten a little behind on them. But! Please don't send me preferences. Interact with whichever Gryph you want to. The babies will be hatched and rescued within three posts of this one, so there won't be long until you can interact with them.
- eta: A note on the pictures: They are meant to display the colors of each gryphon, not entirely the shape and/or configuration of feathers and fur. None are perfect, physically, but they're not so far off that I didn't want to use them. See: the nebulas have tail-tufts, where in reality, ours do not. Also: the khimeros gryphs have feathered forelegs, also not a thing really. etc.
My Next Post
Sunday, December 31st.
Bonded: 0/9
Tukirae knew. He and his sister knew, and knew of the powerful magics that could only be wrought on this, the longest night. Mother had taught him some, but he wasn't nearly as invested in it as Zurhae was. Nonetheless, they were working, warming up the massive cavern they'd found for the eggs. They had a lot to do before they could settle in for the enchantments that needed to be done.
Odd, Zuhrae murmured, contemplative, prodding the fire a little. It feels like a sneeze, but it won't sneeze.
Tukirae shook his head, ears flattening. Not a good feeling. He muttered, glancing over at their younger charges, then the eggs. It'd better work soon. The eggs are nearly ready to hatch, they need to be warm.
I know. His sister sighed, and --
A sound like the world was ending. His ears gave a sharp protest, then he heard nothing, and then he saw nothing.
He really didn't make much of the distant rumble; sometimes, the weather was strange, here. He'd taken to wearing his armor until the moment before bed, wary of the cold temperatures. It had been snowing all day, hideously. Cold, wet, miserable, none of the things that Aurelir considered...
Help! Please!
Aurelir glanced up from the last of his meticulous moisturizing of the growing wher under his hands. One of the younger crewmen frowned, staring at the door a little wide-eyed. "Sir?" The ensign asked, quietly, pausing his patting of the wolf that had, today, shown up for him.
"I'll see what's wrong. Stay here." The captain ordered, glancing briefly at the sleeping pile of dra -- whers -- he was leaving and smiling a little. "Make sure those don't get into the food again."
"Yes, sir." The younger turian agreed, smiling a little now.
Aurelir stepped outside, and paused for just a moment to gape. There was a smoking fissure where one of the larger caves across the way had been, earlier in the evening. Rocks were levitating their way out of it, settling stark against the snow to either side. It was low enough, close enough to the constantly-steaming lake that he wasn't sure that the smoke wasn't steam, but he didn't have too much hope, really.
When he turned to face the source of the call for help, a beast like a terrible liason of feline and raptor stood before him, gangly and awkward and easily the size of an aqus. Please, we need some help. Can you bring -- um. And he blinked, and there was a laundry list of items in his head, organized with a sense of urgency. Sorry. The beast added, and Aurel knew she was chagrined, somehow, as she turned and flew unsteadily across the lake on wings that looked a little bit singed.
Never one to be able to turn down a relief effort, the captain did just that. He went door-to-door, polite but firm in his request for the items and/or assistance in feet on the ground. Blankets, towels and rags, pots and cauldrons, first aid supplies, food, anything that might be helpful to minor injuries; and then stranger, pickaxes and shovels, heavy gloves and anything capable of lifting heavy loads. The turian eventually managed to wrangle, between his crew and volunteers from among the refugees scattered around the caldera, a group to assist in the door-to-door efforts.
Then he set off across the lake himself, picking his way down the shore of the steaming lake. Across the way, two sleeker, more adult-looking versions of the chimera who'd asked for his help were busily excavating the entrance to the cavern. They didn't pay him much mind, too busy trying to lift a heavy rock, but he and anybody following him was ushered into the interior of the thing quickly.
It wasn't as bad as he'd dreaded, inside. There was a roaring fire going, vividly purple, and several gangly teenaged-looking bird monsters busily trying with their forepaws to clear rocks from the back of the hangar-sized room. The gold-green one who'd asked him for help spotted him and made a noise like Kisk did, sometimes, soft and high-pitched. You're here! She gave a whistling sigh, then turned back to her task, looking a little downtrodden. We put the little ones in a cave to keep them warmer, before it exploded.
It's not your fault, Rhyjae. Hello, The largest of the gangly youngsters greeted them, glancing up from studying the rocks. Do any of you know anything of...engineering?
Just get digging! A slightly smaller, though equally pale, bird ordered, voice high and more than a little frightened.
Well, it was going to be an interesting solstice.
Info and Rules
- Bring multiple characters if you'd like! But no protracted scenes with yourself, please.
- Feel free to post multiple times between my posts, however. Interaction with others is, as usual, a good thing.
- On that note: please, pay attention. You don't have to respond to everything, but if somebody's spouting fire out of their eyeballs, it ought to get a passing mention maybe.
- I will be trying to post twice a week: Wednesday and Sunday.
- Follow all rules listed here.
- You're welcome to bring a shiny or two. No more than two, though, please.
- You are more than welcome to play around with the cave. I mean, I'll say when you find the eggs, or if the whole thing collapses, instantly killing everybody, but shuffling things around or making lights or other normal rescue-y things are fine. Encouraged, too!
- Keep in mind, this will be a little dangerous, but nothing excessive. By the end, I want everybody sitting down around the fire and drinking cocoa. That said, if you WANT some minor mauling on your character, PM me and I can drop a rock on 'em or something.
- I will be posting the descriptions for all of the Gryphons throughout the next few days; I've been busy with Whazzitmas and offline holidays and have gotten a little behind on them. But! Please don't send me preferences. Interact with whichever Gryph you want to. The babies will be hatched and rescued within three posts of this one, so there won't be long until you can interact with them.
- eta: A note on the pictures: They are meant to display the colors of each gryphon, not entirely the shape and/or configuration of feathers and fur. None are perfect, physically, but they're not so far off that I didn't want to use them. See: the nebulas have tail-tufts, where in reality, ours do not. Also: the khimeros gryphs have feathered forelegs, also not a thing really. etc.
My Next Post
Sunday, December 31st.
Bonded: 0/9