EVENT | LANDFALL | KITHIKA | KEELIAI

[cherrywood]

Characters: ALL!
Date: February 12th - 28th
Location: Keeliai
Situation: The discovery of an artifact from the first war against Malicant reveals the land of Kithika within a dimension of the Death Plane... and just happens to be contained inside a bottle.
Warnings/Rating: Please indicate content warnings in subject headers as applicable.

OOC INFORMATION ♦ CITY OF KEELIAI ♦ INSIDE THE BOTTLE ♦ THE WORLD EATER
Commencing the morning of the tenth, a mysterious thick, black fog covers all of Keeliai with no discernible cause, making it difficult to see. Although it doesn't seem to enter houses or suites, it's literally everywhere else and can't be swept or cleared away by superpowers. Attempts to scan it with technology lead to unexpected and inconsistent results, with the findings varying from speculation that it is smoke from a coal fire to the occasional reading stating that it is black cotton candy floating in the air.

Following the official announcement explaining origins of the mysterious black fog inundating Keeliai, the call is put out for the Foreigners to attend the Palace and prepare to be transported to Kithika. Once inside, it is explained, they will be responsible for finding the source of the corruption and expunging it. Once they have entered the bottle it will be impossible for them to leave until their task is completed, making this an all or nothing undertaking. This is upon direct imperative of the Alderwood Emperor and he expects any and all combat-capable Foreigners to heed his order, and they are to report to the Palace of the Landed Sky without delay.

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OOC INFORMATION
Landfall Questions | Approved Item Requests | Player Plot - Kryptonian Rampage OOC

CITY OF KEELIAI
Emperor's Orders: Miasma Explained | Marshaling the Forces | A City Under Siege | Halting the Scourge

INSIDE THE BOTTLE
Crossing the Swamp | Decayed Grounds | The Sullied Temple | Stone Idols | Item Discovery

THE WORLD EATER
Battling the Dragon | Soul's Poison | Kryptonian Rampage | The Guarded Pool | Weighing the Options | Aftermath

Comments

[loquaciouslyfeline]

Temeraire's arrival draws Amelia's attention away from the bottle. She turns and approaches the dragon. "Good to see you, Mr. Temeraire." It is a bit odd to her to address a dragon as such, given the nature of the creatures from her own universe, but Temeraire quite different. She gives the dragon a once-over; up until this moment, she has only spoken to him on the network. He's a bit smaller than she would have imagined, really, but still impressive.

And he's come with gear, as well. A good thing; Amelia is woefully under equipped, and it does not seem as though the Emperor has any intention of supplying his forces for this expedition. She gestures at the harness around Temeraire's neck. "Is that a rigging of some sort, for use in flight?"

[dracobin]

Temeraire blinks once, a little distracted by the intricate pattern on the bottle, before he lowers his gaze to Amelia. He blinks again, involuntarily, at the sight of her in person. "Oh--yes, Captain, it is good to see you, as well."

He has never seen anything quite like her, and his tongue flicks out, carefully, to catch her scent: unmistakably feline, but not entirely so. It is intriguing enough that he forgets himself for a moment, and has to shake his head to recall himself to her question.

"Yes, it is a flying-harness," he replies as he carefully disentangles it. "You put your legs through the loops here, like so: and there are buckles here, so it fits snugly; and then you clip these carabiners to my harness, so you do not fall off, when I am flying. It is a great pity we could not have had at least a training session before all this happened, but there is no use in worrying about it now, I suppose."

[loquaciouslyfeline]

"A pity indeed," Amelia agrees, taking the harness. It's a clever design, really, she thinks as she puts it on as instructed. At a later time she would have to study its structure more closely. A harness would be certainly be more secure for a life-line to attach to than simply tying a rope around oneself. Adjusting the harness so it holds closely - though not too tightly; a lose of circulation would be very bad - she straightens up and looks back to Temeraire.

"Well then, my great scaled friend, shall we?"

[dracobin]

"Why, you look a natural in the harness," says Temeraire, admiringly; it is the uniform, probably, but for a moment she looks a very little like Jane Roland, come to inspect the troops, and the thought lends him a little reassurance as he looks at the bottle again.

It is beautiful, truly; he had been very upset when he heard it had been opened by someone within the palace--as if it had not been in enough danger, in the last few months!--but he can feel his indignance fading as he stares at the ribbons of color, winding about the bottle in delicate patterns. If he is perfectly honest, he might even concede that had he been the one to find the bottle, he might well have opened it himself.

"Yes," he says, taking a tentative step forward and reaching a claw out, "yes, I think we shall."