the temple of beginnings.we're all a little mad here.
Needless to say, the Circle has been out of sorts as of late.
Fortunately, the weather has stabilized — residents will find that they are no longer plagued with snowstorms or heat waves. However, it appears that the flora and fauna have...come to life. Vines may wind around your feet and legs, entrapping you in a vice-like grip. They will eventually let go, but it seems like you need to speak nicely to them first. Bizarre, but it'll get the job done.
Mushrooms have also sprouted and now sing at you when you pass by — they aren’t particularly good singers either. Trees extend their branches to poke at you from behind, but when you turn around you’ll find that no one is there.
...And worst of all, the flowers seem to be especially privy to your thoughts; when you’re close, they’ll blab out whatever is on your mind at the moment and will only be silenced once they are picked. Best of luck surviving in this more, er, animated environment! Perhaps even plant-life can be reasoned with…? Or destroyed.
That’s always an option, isn’t it?
oh my god they were roommates.
It isn’t a proper welcome until you’ve picked out your room! In the hallways, you may find a table or two offering cookies and tea as you survey your newfound surroundings. They seem to be left by invisible people . . . weird? The Unseen Servants seem to be playing a bit more nicely from your arrival, and seem to be apologizing for their antics with sweets! (These cookies, neverfear, are not magically cursed. They are just normal cookies.)
These rooms are a bit magical, you see — should you decide to room with another person (or multiple people), you’ll find that the room itself will accommodate your needs and expand accordingly. They look the same for the most part, so some might say that it would be wise to make your decision based on what your neighbors are like.
Say hello or potentially someone else’s room by accident; it’s a bit of a Russian roulette.
Regardless, it seems that this is your new home in sense of the word. Make the most of it!
wildcard.
The Temple is a pretty big place! The Forest of the Fey stretches on endlessly, Lake Dona (and the resident Nessie) is free to explore, and there are plenty of creatures who are curiously inspecting the new arrivals.
The wyverns seem to be particularly precocious today, given the singing mushrooms, the psychic flowers, and the new people checking into new rooms! They are relatively harmless (as are most of the creatures in the Temple), but can be pretty annoying . . . especially if you have something resembling a snack in your hand.
At any rate, free to explore the rest of the Temple, the Forest, or the Lake at your leisure! Unless otherwise designated in the bestiary, everything is free to play/free to explore. :)
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But he's okay with that.]
It's better that way. Even if I have to be stuck here, it's better that my friends and family are back where they belong.
[Even if it's a bit lonely, if this place is as strange and the "missions" he's heard about as dangerous, he's glad Toby and the others aren't having to deal with it.]
Are you the only one here from your world?
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Morrigan raises an eyebrow.] Perhaps. Though 'tis odd to hear, considering the others present.
[Read: sentimental fools who would rather prefer either being home or the only one present, yet selfishly crave the familiarity.]
... Indeed. And considering the outcome of the last world visit, 'twas a blessing I am.
[They'd never hear the end of it if any of her fellow companions showed up. At all. Ever.]
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[Color him curious. The implication seems to have missed him, but he's not done with questions yet either.]
What happened in the last world? Was it bad?
[There's already a preemptive frown start on his features.]
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[No she isn't. She misses them. Don't tell anyone she thought otherwise, flowers, or she will roast you.]
... The magic that emanated from the Void swallowed the world and most of it's residents. Including their rulers. We failed to find a way to contain it, but some found their way here as well. They reside in the lake, most likely.
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[Quentin considers, brow furrowing as he puts together his words.] So... you're glad your friends aren't here too. But because you're getting a break from them? Don't you miss them?
[Friends, Morrigan. Friends sort of make the world go 'round.]
That's horrible. [His eyes are wide now.] So their world is just gone?
[Swallowed by a void sounds pretty permanent.]
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[Her pupils elongate into slits for the briefest of seconds before reverting to what a normal human's would be. Yet she doesn't say whether or not she misses them. Besides...
Friends make one weak.]
It is, unless there is some way to magically restore a world swallowed into an unfeeling, cold abyss.
[Nah, totally doesn't have experience there. Totally wasn't gnawed at it for who knows how long and then spat out here again.]
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Right yeah. Begrudging allies. We all know how that goes.
[He doesn't, but hey that's fine.]
There's no magic I know that can do that. But... does that happen a lot? These worlds we get sent to, are they all in danger of being destroyed?
[That sounds overwhelming.]
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I shall make this clear: I do not appreciate others who try to convert nonbelievers to their absentee god's faithful. I only allied with them due to a more pressing issue that threatened our homes and lives, and they barely tolerated me.
[Mostly because of her knowledge and ability to sense foul magic proving useful. Ah well. It won't matter for much longer, now.]
I do not know. Evidently this is the first time we have failed, and I arrived not long before the last. There have been three worlds we've visited thus far and no one has mentioned that anything went terribly awry at the end. [Morrigan frowns.] ...but I do know of a void and it's magic. There are tales of elven gods claiming it at one point or another, yet information from ancient texts back home are- insufferably vague. 'Tis impossible to tell if t'was tripe propaganda against them or not. Having been in this Void, however... it's different than what was described.
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[Doesn't sound enjoyable. Not that it's anything he's ever had to deal with considering the Fae aren't exactly religious; they swear by their lost kings and queens. But he does get the ally thing too, so he nods.]
I haven't heard of anything like that before. It sounds kind of terrifying.
[More than kind of.] But what does Astoria expect us to do?
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Oh, it is. An endless expanse that tugs at every primordial fear tends to do that.
And that is the fun of it. She gave us very little information the last time before dumping us into the sea in four different groups. We had to figure out everything else on our own.
Thankfully, there was someone those who've been here for some time recognized who gave us more details. If there aren't any reports yet in an office a few have set up, there will be soon. I focused mainly on the magic at work.
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[He mutters to himself.] That sounds like a recipe for disaster. What is she playing at?
[Quentin is becoming not a fan of this Astoria.]
Then you're used to magic? From before you wound up in this place?
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[Welcome to the club, squire.]
I am. T'would be odd not to be, considering I am a witch.
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[Maybe? That's sort of what heroes do, right? If the cause is noble and all.] Though I guess that's a lot to hope for.
[Instead of being drafted into it. Honestly he should be more used to that given how things work in Faerie.]
Oh? Well yeah, I guess that makes sense. I've never really met witches -- aside from like the goth girls in high school. But they definitely had no idea about what magic actually was.
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[She's not one of them. She only really cares for one person back home.] I see you're learning already.
[Welcome to the club; she didn't even have a say in joining the wild and crazy ride that was the Fifth Blight veteran circle. It's not even over yet for her. Sigh.]
That is the second time I've heard that word, and it saddens me that they don't. [Magic's great mmkay. Even the dark and scary shit (which is, admittedly, right up her alley.)]
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[Mostly. With a few notable exceptions anyway. The general rule is true though. And that's a rule Quentin didn't ever expect to be proven wrong.
But here he is in this weird place where magic is all over, human and non-human alike. He's got a lot to figure out still.]
Where I'm from, magic is sort of a Fae thing.
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[It's such a shame, really. How easily they're caught in a cage of terror of themselves. She sighs.]
I have never even heard of Fae before coming here. Even so, I'm not exactly human.... if I am at all.
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[Much better to hide in plain sight and not have to worry about angry villagers with pitchforks and torches. And worse, iron and silver.]
Maybe you've heard of Faeries? or Fair folk?
[The various names they've had associated with them throughout years.] Can I ask what you are? That's probably rude, right?
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[Quite literally anyone could be born a mage in her world, save the aforementioned caveat.
She shakes her head.] While the latter could be used for Elves, 'tis not a commonly heard term.
...And I do not know. The only person who could answer that question is dead, if she would even give a straight answer. I can, however, give you what they called me: a Witch of the Wilds.
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[Who are half Fae by blood so they count as part of Faerie.]
Elves is pretty close I guess.
[Based on what he understands about, like, Tolkien.]
Witch of the Wilds. [He repeats, nodding. Okay.] One of my friends back home is called the Sea Witch sometimes.
[And that connection in his brain is a good association. So why not Witch of the Wilds too. But more importantly.] I'm Quentin, by the way. What's your name?
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[Her eyebrow raises then falls back in line with the other, obviously curious about the term yet she says nothing on it. Yet.]
Perhaps, though we both likely know far too little about either to make a proper guess.
Oh? [Well then. Someone who doesn't automatically recoil at the title. Sometimes she misses the terror in their eyes when it's mentioned.]
You may call me Morrigan.
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So now he just smiles, nodding.]
Good to meet you, Morrigan. You know... except for the gossipy flowers part. Or the touchy vines part. And the kidnapped to a different world part.
[Other than all that? A pleasure.]
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And you as well, Quintin. Despite the circumstances.
[She'll take the manners, though. Something far less rare these days but still appreciated.]
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I should probably figure out where Spike's gotten off to. Good luck with the flowers.
[And also please forget about his chattier flowers as well, okay?]
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Best of luck with finding them. [She waves him off. And nope, never. It's something she can use later.]