Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Nov 12, 2015 7:46:24 GMT
Open to all, but preferably someone(s) I haven't had a thread with lately. The sky was gray overhead as Lasair stood in front of what used to be a building. It was a grand thing once upon a time, but now all that remained was half of a wall, lots of debris, and some scattered belongs that were worthless even to looters. Kicking at a stray piece of rock, he sighed and turned around, looking up and down the street of big houses. Most were still in tact, on the opposite side of the street that is. On the side now at his back, many had some sort of damage. The one he had been staring at was the worst though.
“So it’s really happening,” he spoke to the sky. He always had found a way to ignore all talk and gossip he heard about it coming. But it was hard to ignore this. A home ruined by the attacks of the night. Not to mention the homes that weren’t safe from the attacks that were surely impending. It was a lot to take in. And it was piled on top of the recent change in leadership his guild had experienced.
“I wonder what the civilians will do. What can they do?” From there, he let his mind wander as he stood there on the street, looking back towards the building destroyed by the attack.
Post by Lefiruc Storm on Nov 12, 2015 15:50:31 GMT
The old man sighed as he looked on at the ruins of this house. The mortar fire from the night before had managed to get in what history would conclude to be lucky shots, hitting a few locations here and there... "I thought I could at least pass on before the next war began to rage..." said Lefiruc as he came to stand next to the red headed young man. He stood in silence with him, his mind wandering back to the last war that Lodan had suffered through, his body aching from what had transpired back then. "All we can hope for is a swift end to the conflict, the sooner the better." said the old man after being silent enough. "The longer this takes..." he sighed once more, resting his body on his cane some more, the weight of his years seeming to weigh more heavily on him of late.
Amon stood in the shadows, a camera bot on his shoulder taking quick, crude stills of the carnage in front of him. Hopefully Edel's place wasn't hit, but if it was, despite the lost of a treasured memory, so long as no one was hurt, he was sure she'd be okay...disappointed, but okay.
With a sigh, Amon placed the machine back in his pouch and carefully made his way through the rubble, deep in thought while keeping an ear alert for any signs of another attack. So deep in thought, he nearly missed a figure standing in the road.
"It's not exactly the best idea to stand out in the open," he called to Lasair.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
He had staggered all morning, in a daze. The night had been spent in the safety of spider webs and concrete, and it was there he had left Goya and the goose. Too afraid, was he, to leave them in the house, where mortar could take them away by ash and flame. But he couldn’t stay. Not there, wasting away. Not above, where he could fade away. No, he had to go out, had to make sure no one was hurt, and if they were, if they needed help.
Yet by the time that he had gotten onto the streets, the wreckage had quieted. The battle was in a pause, and so too, did it seem the streets. Buildings stood like corpses, some, completely gone, turned to ash, while others reached toward the sky, bent in mourning for their desecrated body. The remains of burnt wood, of contorted metal, made Wern sick. At one point, he wanted to turn back, was about to turn back. Until he saw them. Familiar reddish orange hair, the color of the sun at morn, and a man with a bionic arm, standing together in front of a torn house. Perhaps, belonging to the older man with them. Regardless, Wern approached ever so softly, as if his presence would cause the last of the house to crumble.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Nov 14, 2015 22:02:16 GMT
When Lefiruc approached the other ander, he merely stood there and nodded to what the old man had to say. The MI admin wasn’t pleased with the other member, but he remained quiet about it regardless. This was a time for somber feelings; not a time for silly fighting.
He contemplated saying more when another person with gray hair came into his line of vision. The advice Amon had to give was sound, but Lasair was out here for a reason. “Thank you, but I had to see the damage for myself. First hand.” He was going to say more, but then someone else appeared (was the red hair some sort of beacon?) and called to them.
What was the man’s name…Ven? Vern? Something like that. Despite the three new males appearing, Lasair simply held his ground and stood there, looking up at the depressed building. “I am fine. And what about you? You seem a bit shaken,” he answered to the other non-ander present.
Lefiruc looked to the two newcomers and nodded at their words. "Agreed. Even if the enemies mortars are only scoring a few shots here and there, they are hitting all the same." he remarked, carefully judging his position in proximity to the man with the mechanical parts. "I think its safe to say we're all physically alright... well," he said as he leaned on his cane, "you younger ones perhaps more so than I." Lefiruc said half-jokingly. He turned his focus back to the house before them and shook his head. "A shame... I knew this family reasonably well... Or at the least their elders." said the old man as he looked on at the wreckage.
"They had worked up from the merchants district, and bought themselves this place some twenty years ago. They raised their family here, who in turn began to raise theirs as well... all that history, gone in an instant because of some stupid monarch couldn't take no for an answer." he grumbled before setting into a brief coughing fit, his body shuddering as it fought for air before it settled. He waved a hand to indicate he was alright before he straightened himself as best he could. "Well, no sense in dallying around here. I dare say you'll all find yourselves quite busy in the days soon to come."
"Tell me about it..." Amon said, rubbing the back of his head. "Mister High-and-mighty already ramped up orders during his self-righteous crusade, but thanks to this mess, I'm busier than ever," he said with a sigh.
"Grim losses aside, I guess I can't complain too much...at least I'm working towards something I can agree to at least..."
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
When Lasair asked Wern of his state, he looked away, ashamed. “I’m fine.” He lied, hiding shaking hands in his pockets. He couldn’t say what was on his mind, of what had stayed with him all night, preventing sleep. But luckily he didn’t have to go on with the thought as the older man spoke, erupting in a coughing fit. Wern rushed to the others side, but he held up his hand, ushering he was alright. But still, Wern looked on, horrified, if not for the other’s health, but for the tale of tragedy, ever echoing in the contorted remains of the house. The almost impartially of the group of men, the lack of fear, of hatred- if anything just mild annoyance and sobriety, toward this event was mind boggling to Wern, and he almost staggered away from the group as he turned to Amon. “What – what is this all about?” He asked, hands once more shaking as he ran a hand through his hair. “Why… why is this happening?” Why now? Why this carnage? Why this destruction?
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Nov 17, 2015 3:34:32 GMT
The red haired man glanced at Lefiruc sideways as he coughed, watching for the older one to recover before looking back at the building. For some reason it just kept drawing his attention in. It wasn’t that he couldn’t look away, but more that he didn’t want to.
At first he wasn’t going to respond to either things said aloud, but then the Vern guy spoke up again, asking what was happening. He didn’t know? Well, that needed to be remedied. “We’re at war with the nation known as Sveden. They want our territory, our resources, and this is just one thing they’re willing to do to get them.” Tilting his head back, he looked towards the top of the buildings nearby, how most of them lacked any sort of roof. Some still stood, but not many. Not many anymore.
"That's the official reason that history will paint of course." the old man said after the red-headed young man explained it to the other. "Unofficially, it's because our Queen turned down the King of Sveden's marriage proposal." he said with a shrug before looking back towards the Central Square. "I dare say it's going to get a touch more noisome around here at any rate... With the mortar shelling going on, the lower levels are being evacuated upwards for safety." said Lefiruc with a slight smirk about the situation as in the distance could be seen the beginnings of ramshackle tents. "If anything, it will certainly put a damper on Commander Alistair's activities for some time."
Amon shrugged. "Don't care for the reason, it's rarely if ever logical. To be perfectly honest, the only good that will come from this is what we can learn from them," he said, looking up at some of the damaged buildings. "From what I hear, their tech is more advanced than ours...or at least EIRAL's..."
"...for the time being at least."
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Wern listened, nodding ever so slightly in an attempt to understand, to comprehend, the reasoning for the madness. He hadn’t cared about politics. Didn’t want to get involved, was too fearful. And yes, he had heard rumors of war, but he thought it just that. Rumors. Glancing around, he saw the tents, saw the wreckage, and tensed a bit. Lowering his head, he nodded.
“I see. That’s horrible.” Wern confessed, looking again at those tents. Perhaps he could do something, make something. Offer shelter. Anything. “Is there anything to be done? A relief effort of some kind? We just can’t have them constantly bombing. I mean, is there anything we can do to help?” Although he posed the question to the group, he looked toward Amon, cringing slightly, as if afraid of the other. Correction. He was terrified of the other. Something that seemed to only worsen as he interacted with him more.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Nov 30, 2015 8:14:01 GMT
“It could be said that those two reasons are the same thing,” he said plainly before taking a breath and turning around. He looked towards the mass of tents in the distance, then in the opposite direction down the road.
To Vern, he continued. “Stop this war before it hits too hard. That’s the main thing that needs to be done. But the Royal Army of Lodan won’t do that. No, they’ll fight for as long as they can and hit as hard as they can. If you want to help out the people in those tents, go ahead. But no matter how much aid you give them, they’ll always ask for more.”
"All you need is love." -John Lennon
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