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ironwood) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-12-03 12:24 pm
Entry tags:
- post: npc,
- † annabeth chase,
- † assorted characters,
- † barnaby brooks jr.,
- † bart allen,
- † billy kaplan,
- † bruce wayne,
- † bryn zethir,
- † cassie lang,
- † dick grayson (comics),
- † jack frost,
- † jason todd,
- † jim kirk,
- † joly,
- † jonah kinlock,
- † kotetsu kaburagi,
- † kyle rayner,
- † leo valdez,
- † marius pontmercy,
- † ororo munroe,
- † percy jackson,
- † teddy altman
Event | Landfall | Bresilyk | Countryside
Characters: Any and all!
Date: December 3 - 11, 2013
Location: Bresilyk countryside (landfall)
Situation: Tu Vishan makes landfall at the winterbound republic of Bresilyk!
Warnings/Rating: Please include warnings in comment subject lines
OOC Post | Approved Items | Special Gifts
Aihsohlow | Phorezton | Markutte | Countryside
The countryside is layered with snow that is up to four meters deep, all fallen within the past two months as a cold season falls upon the country. There are numerous roads in between towns and small, domed minesteads and each road is oddly clear of snow and ice. Closer inspection reveals that the surfaces are heated by some technology buried beneath the black surfaces. Occasional construction crews can be seen tearing up or laying down new surfacing over a web of thick, coated wires that presumably provide the heat. Snow is often found sculpted near crossroads, taking artistic shape in anything from beautifully arched sculptures to recreations of local fauna.
Wildlife can be spotted here and there, with a large herd of antlered beasts making their way across the snowy grounds. Webbing between their toes (yes, toes) allows each of the large, white animals to traverse upon the snow-tops with barely a print left in their wake. Hunting parties can be seen chasing after the fringes of this herd while wearing some sort of hovering harness and it is evident that the beasts are a primary source of meat for the people. Birds flit back and forth, a few predatory mammals can be spied at the edges of the icebound forests, and there are a variety of serpentine pets kept by residents fortunate to live in the warmer domed towns.
Speaking of towns, the three within the barrier's reach are spaced roughly twenty kilometres away from one another, forming a triangle of commerce that sustains each. Aihsohlow represents the southernmost town, Phorezton the northernmost, and Markutte the northeastern one. There are a variety of small minesteads in between that would greet travellers, but only reluctantly allow them into their homes. Stories abound of troubles outside the domes and they are not apt to invite said troubles inside.
Roadways | Minesteads | Other
Date: December 3 - 11, 2013
Location: Bresilyk countryside (landfall)
Situation: Tu Vishan makes landfall at the winterbound republic of Bresilyk!
Warnings/Rating: Please include warnings in comment subject lines
Aihsohlow | Phorezton | Markutte | Countryside
The countryside is layered with snow that is up to four meters deep, all fallen within the past two months as a cold season falls upon the country. There are numerous roads in between towns and small, domed minesteads and each road is oddly clear of snow and ice. Closer inspection reveals that the surfaces are heated by some technology buried beneath the black surfaces. Occasional construction crews can be seen tearing up or laying down new surfacing over a web of thick, coated wires that presumably provide the heat. Snow is often found sculpted near crossroads, taking artistic shape in anything from beautifully arched sculptures to recreations of local fauna.
Wildlife can be spotted here and there, with a large herd of antlered beasts making their way across the snowy grounds. Webbing between their toes (yes, toes) allows each of the large, white animals to traverse upon the snow-tops with barely a print left in their wake. Hunting parties can be seen chasing after the fringes of this herd while wearing some sort of hovering harness and it is evident that the beasts are a primary source of meat for the people. Birds flit back and forth, a few predatory mammals can be spied at the edges of the icebound forests, and there are a variety of serpentine pets kept by residents fortunate to live in the warmer domed towns.
Speaking of towns, the three within the barrier's reach are spaced roughly twenty kilometres away from one another, forming a triangle of commerce that sustains each. Aihsohlow represents the southernmost town, Phorezton the northernmost, and Markutte the northeastern one. There are a variety of small minesteads in between that would greet travellers, but only reluctantly allow them into their homes. Stories abound of troubles outside the domes and they are not apt to invite said troubles inside.
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[He laughed a little, delighted by her bluntness.]
But I think it must be so! Because men change and evolve over time, while the gods are stuck in their station, eh? See: nature! Nature is very great, and very powerful, and unchanging. The storm may sink the sailor, that it may! And the sailor will never build a boat as grand enough to stop the most powerful storm, not even Noah. But you see, the man may try. And we go from longboats, to mast ships, to steamboats! And to turtles, even.
[He crinkled his expression at her merrily. After all, weren't most of the mythical gods used in explanation for nature?]
And then, all of that failing, bah! The man quits at being a sailor, and becomes a monk, let us say. And learns to be beyond fear, and jealousy.
But! The storm must always be the storm. It must always lash out. It does not make a new invention of itself. Therefore, it is grander than the steam boat, but less great. The sun-god must always bring about the sun; if he quits at it, he is no longer the sun god. He cannot become a monk. Therefore, the sailor who quits is not grand, but is greater in choice. The gods are always jealous, are they not? The man may learn to transcend it. Yes! I say that the gods are grander than men, but they created man to right their little wrongs, and so man must become greater than gods. It is our duty to them, I believe.
[Otherwise, why should they have created suffering, and plague, if not to have man defeat it? What need for their to be doctors, were that the case! They should have done away with all the madness in general. Little follies!]
Of Calypso? But, my dear, you must bore of hearing me speak? I am a terrible teller of tales. Calypso was the daughter of a Titan, who detained the hero Odysseus on the island Ogygia; yes? Out of love. But alas! He was already quite married. Not that it has stopped men before.
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Logical, yes, but still quite foolish. I do enjoy the way you think... It is a breath of fresh air.
[.... Perhaps. She paused thoughtfully.]
But could she not be blamed for desiring company? I imagine it would be quite lonely on that island, stuck as she is-- was.
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It must be the fresh air of the outdoors to which you confuse my long-windedness with, then!
[He found that people who preferred stories always did find logic foolish. Ah, well! Nothing wrong with a literary girl after all, was there? No, not a thing! It wore much better on a lady than a gentleman, he thought.]
Why, yes, yes, absolutely. No man; nor woman; ought to be blamed for desiring company. It comes quite natural, to wish it! Man knows a different sort of justice than a god, and I think it very unjust to leave a damsel by her lonesome.
[Hence why he had offered her his arm!]
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[She smiles gently and keeps her eyes trained ahead.]
It is rather lonesome being exiled somewhere impossible to find indefinitely... But the choice otherwise seems overwhelming.
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[Promised. Again; he was no storyteller, and his narrations preferred to be short. Still, he looked quie pleased at being called charming, and handy with his words.
As she seemed bothered when she spoke on, though, he took the liberty to pick up the hand with the cane, and to give her arm one soft pat with his knuckles.]
It is too cruel a punishment, far too nasty of vision. What choice was there, otherwise? I do not remember the story so well, my dear. Do inform.
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To the story? None. Some myths claim she died of a broken heart, but if only fate were so kind. He left her and she continued to be alone... So perhaps that could be the other choice... But the one I speak of is being sent to a strange land and into society when you've been nothing but solitary for centuries. To be sent where two of your few heroes that had visited are only to have them upset with you or otherwise not remember you...
[She trailed off, huffing out a short breath.]
I would certainly prefer solitude over such a situation.
[Hypothetically speaking of course]
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And Joly was not unintelligent. Quite the opposite; among his peers, he was one of the most mentally discerning.
So, upon listening and calculating, the idea (though bizarre and outrageous) did occur to him: she might be talking of herself.
Even if she did not talk about herself as the Calypso, she spoke about herself in the preference for solitude over... well. Their predicament.
Patting her arm again, he halted their walk very naturally, and regarded her a moment. Before:]
Why, Mademoiselle! Were yours truly, here with your arm, to hear of such a lady; you have his most esteemed promise that he should do all he was capable of to find the cure of it. You say she knows only few men, who are upset, or inattentive-- hm!
[Though serious now, he winked at her nonetheless.]
Well, I would say she knows a fourth man now; and quite charmed to meet!
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Then I am thankful for such a man... He is one of the two bright lights to such a predicament. I hope you'll forgive me, however, for being wary of such promises. They're as easily broken as they are made. And I've seen it happen more often than I'd care to admit.
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[He picked up the pace again, towards the town.]
You have need of better gentlemen, eh, Mademoiselle?
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Clearly I am in need of better gentlemen, yes. How lucky I am to have met you.
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I know a fair few gentlemen who are.
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